The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

Zhou Yan couldn't figure out what Song Han was thinking now, so he muttered a few words in a low voice, and went out again.

Outside the cave, Xu Feng lay lazily on the tree, gaining a lot of weight.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but walked past it quickly.

Ever since He Rongzhi learned to be a chicken, he now sees similar spiritual creatures, and he can always think of those little things with two thin legs and "chirp".

Zhou Yan has been cultivating hard these days, the aura in his body is coming in and out, there is no way to sink down, plus he failed to get the sword from the [Yuanjian Qishen] cave, he can't fly with the sword like other disciples of the sect.

Rongzhi, this half-baked master, saw him flying around in Xufeng all day long in those days, not to mention his indecent posture, and his speed was slow, so he carefully studied the entry version of Shunpo for the first time.

The so-called Shunbu is the abbreviation of Xuanji's disciples for the technique of "shrinking the ground into an inch", which cannot be mastered until a certain level.

The entry-level version, as the name suggests, is very entry-level. You don't need to gather smooth spiritual power at your feet in an instant, and then connect the perception of the spiritual palace and the ground, or silently cast a spell, and you can reach the place you want in your mind in an instant.

The entry-level version only needs to recite a long-smelling mantra aloud, and repeatedly change the two-handed formula to gather a little spiritual power in the body.

Anyway, just avoid riding Xufeng, it doesn't hurt to slow down...

Zhou Yan thinks so, and Rong Zhi thinks the same way, neither of them know that this entry-level version has other problems besides bad smell.

Therefore, when Zhou Yan recited that spell aloud, waved his hand gestures, and thought of Zhengda Hall, when his body suddenly fell into a piece of warm water, he was stunned.

Two slender and white thighs flashed past his eyes, and with the sound of water, Zhou Yan struggled to get out of the water while choking on the water.

The abdominal cavity was extremely uncomfortable, and he held onto the edge of the barrel, wanting to take it easy first.

An unexpected scene appeared before my eyes:

Senior brother Mu Qi was only wearing a simple coat, half a belt around his waist, and his hair was wet on his chest. He was half lying on the stone bed, with his legs and feet resting weakly on the edge of the bed, and he was fixing his face with both hands. black iron mask.

Look at where you are again, a wooden bucket filled with water...

What else could this be?

This must be Brother Muqi's bath tub...

Zhou Yan was stunned and forgot to speak, but his heart was full of twists and turns, and the waves were rolling.

How did this become what it is now...

He just used a shunpo, is it like this...

Zhou Yan wanted to cry without tears, so he crawled out of the barrel, chanted a cleansing mantra, and evaporated the water droplets on his body.

He ran to Mu Qi, knelt down without any hesitation, and swore: "Brother, Zhou Yan offended you. This time..." It really wasn't intentional, Zhou Yan's heart for you, Lessons from heaven and earth...

Mu Qi looked at him helplessly, "Get up, why is this so. I know what happened to you this time...just don't be reckless again from now on."

Zhou Yan was worried that Mu Qi would regard him as an unscrupulous apprentice, but Mu Qi didn't think about that at all. After all, there is a age difference of about a hundred years between the two, and they have spanned several generations.

Zhou Yan's heart, which had just fallen into the abyss, suddenly rose into the clouds, and he felt a little floating all over his body, blushing, nodded muffledly, and stood up slowly.

Mu Qi propped his body up with his arms, took a meditation position, and said in a gentle voice: "Junior Brother Zhou, if you want to stay in the small seat, you can go over there."

This means that he does not intend to entertain guests.

Zhou Yan regained his composure and replied, "I'm bothering senior brother, I'll take my leave first."

He glanced at Mu Qi again, the other party was weaker than the last time he saw him, and he lacked energy, it seems that this serious illness has had a great impact...

Zhou Yan turned and walked towards the door. As he walked, he thought that the last time Mu Qi taught him the Dust Removal Curse, it was clear that he didn’t need to use mortal methods... It’s impossible to use spiritual power... ··

As soon as his hand touched the corner of the stone room, the stone door opened immediately, and outside the door, Patriarch Yan stared at Zhou Yan in surprise.

Patriarch Yan also had a set of clean frost-white Taoist robes in his hands.

"Junior Patriarch, you are here." Mu Qi opened his eyes and called him over.

Patriarch Yan looked at the messy bathtub in the stone room, and the disheveled Zhou Yan and Mu Qi. For some reason, he felt like a cat scratching in his heart. Gai, calm as before, went straight to Mu Qi, handed him the robe, and turned around.

A sound of tidying clothes came from behind, and Zhou Yan became nervous again, not daring to turn his head back, and made a fuss again:

The patriarch told him to go to the master to repair the broken sword, but he came to Shenmu Cave dishonestly. If he didn't appear suddenly today, wouldn't this person come in when Muqi was taking a bath and give him his robes?

Those two snow-white legs reappeared in Zhou Yan's mind, and his nose felt hot, almost bleeding from his nose, so he quickly covered it.

If such a beautiful scenery is seen by the patriarch...

Seen by that sullen erotic poet...

What if he writes it as an indescribable small picture book?What if he remembers the picture and tosses and turns all kinds of imagination every night?What if he preached it to other disciples?

Zhou Yan suddenly rejoiced that the sequelae of the entry-level version of Shunpo had recovered, and decided to give Rong Zhi two fat hens from Tongxu Peak when he returned home.

Wait, didn't Mu Qi know that Mensao Erotic Poetry likes him?

Zhou Yan froze and fell into the abyss again. Could it be that after Mu Qi was injured, he abandoned himself and accepted him?

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