Long Aotian is not happy today

The mountain breeze is slightly cool, the grass leaves are fluttering in the valley, and the fragrance of flowers is permeating.

The sound of gurgling water can be vaguely heard, obviously behind the rocky cliff, there is still a clear spring hidden in the deep forest, and the sound of insects is very elegant.

Hang Shi's heart was also itchy.

Glancing back inadvertently from the corner of the eye, he frowned in embarrassment, and said casually: "This hut is missing one, why not..."

Before the words were finished, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, like a strong wind, and went straight to the thatched hut in the east.

"I live on the east side, Chen Shu, you go to the middle, Brother Hang, Brother Ning, I know you have a good relationship, why don't you join us!"

After leaving this sentence, without waiting for others to respond, Xu Yang quickly rushed into the valley and headed straight for the small hut on the east side.

Hang Hour: "..."

Half of the words were stuck in his throat, and the pain was so sharp that he forced him to hold back.

This scene... seems a little familiar?

correct!

Thinking of the description here in the original text, Hang Shi was startled.

In the original text, only Hang Shih and Ning Hong went up the mountain, so Xu Yuer built two huts for them, one in the east and one in the west, and the one on the east... belonged to the protagonist Hang Shih.

After nightfall, when there is nothing to do, the protagonist walks around the house at random, and accidentally finds a raised soil bag in the corner, a seedling emerges from the soil, the branches are bright, and the leaves are like fire patterns. Good passion flower.

But I don't know if Xu Yu'er left it in the house on purpose and gave it to the protagonist, or if a senior stayed here and dropped a spiritual plant seed.

In short, after the protagonist takes the passion flower, he breaks through in one fell swoop.

And now...

Hang Xiaoli squinted his eyes slightly, looking at Xu Yang's anxious and rushing back, a whimsical idea gradually emerged in his heart, so amazing, but it was the only explanation he could think of.

Don't panic, don't panic.

Teacher 025 has already gone to investigate, and when it comes back, he will be able to determine Xu Yang's true identity.

Exhaling a long breath, Hang Xiao patted his cheek lightly, pushing out the momentary mess of thoughts from his mind.

But when he turned around, he found that Ning Hong was also staring at the direction Xu Yang was going away, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes were dark and thoughtful.

...seemed to have the same doubts.

Chen Shu stroked the back of his head naively, and smiled apologetically at the two behind him.

"My brother," he pointed to the direction Xu Yang left, "I'm a bit petty. If you think it's crowded, why don't you... live in my room and I'll squeeze in with my brother?"

"Don't, don't!"

Hang Xiao almost jumped up from the ground, pushed Chen Shu's shoulders to walk towards the hut in the middle, and said enthusiastically: "Brother Chen, look at your waist, why don't you just sleep in one room alone? Don't worry, I and Ning Brother squeeze, it's okay."

"Really?"

Chen Shu was dizzy, and was pushed into the hut by Hang Shi, until the door was closed in front of him impatiently, the beams on the roof trembled a few times, and a piece of floating ash was shaken off.

The burly young man stood in the middle of the narrow room, stunned for a moment, then realized something was wrong, and murmured: "My waist... my waist?"

"Brother Hang, do you think I'm fat?"

One door away, the chaimen was quickly buckled, and Hang Shih held the door railing, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Immediately he turned around and smiled shyly at Ning Hong: "Brother Ning, it seems we can only make do with it."

Not far away, the young man in Xuanyi looked delicately, staring fixedly at Hang Shi, and after a few breaths, bent the corners of his lips.

"I wish I could." He smiled.

……

Pushing open the door of the thatched hut that belonged to them, what came into view was a clean stone surface, two layers of thin quilts were spread on the bluestone bed, and a small window was opened on the side.

Although the hut is simple, it is very tidy. The window is propped up by a short wooden stick. On the window sill is a porcelain vase with a bouquet of colorful wild flowers in it.

It is not a rare species, obviously picked from the valley, but under the nourishment of clear water, the slender petals are delicate and beautiful, overflowing with vitality, and there is even a faint fragrance in the house, which is in harmony with the fresh wood. The rich and gloomy atmosphere is entangled and blended.

The originally shabby hut seemed to be lit up by this bouquet of flowers.

In order to make the residence look more cozy, Xu Yu'er obviously put a lot of thought into it.

only……

Hang Shi stared at the wild flowers in the vase, and felt a little weird no matter how he looked at it.

The daytime is bright and sunny, maybe not visible, but now it is night, and the twilight is all together. Under the dim skylight, the branches of the wild flowers are as bright and lustrous as night pearls, and the flowers and leaves are slightly curled up, vaguely in the shape of a rising flame.

Could this... be that passion flower?

Hang hour was a little confused.

Just at this time, there was a loud roar from the east, as if someone had knocked over the bottles and jars, overturned the roof, dismantled the thatch, and turned the good hut upside down.

Xu Yang... is he looking for this spiritual plant?

Hang Xiao suddenly felt amused.

Butterfly effect, a small change may lead to subsequent major changes.Presumably this time, the number of disciples worshiping Misty Sect far exceeded Xu Yuer's imagination, so she paid more attention to the interior decoration of these huts, so she picked these wild flowers from the valley and put them in vases before departure early in the morning.

Hang Xiao was happy in his heart, and subconsciously laughed out of his mouth.

Ning Hong stood aside, looked at the little flower in the vase thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly said, "When I was young, what are you laughing at?"

"Laughing... some people, the tricks are exhausted." Hang Xiao raised his brows and blinked playfully, "It doesn't matter, I think there is a mystery in this little flower. Brother Ning, wait a moment and look at me."

He went to the window, picked out a special one from the wildflowers, held it in his palm, and quietly poured spiritual power into it.

A layer of ash-like dust falls, nourished by spiritual power, the inconspicuous little flower bursts out suddenly, the mysterious fluctuations spread in circles, and the cover petals and leaves fall off, revealing the delicate stamen in the center, under the filaments, another Hiding a tiny flower bud.

The buds bloomed slowly in the palm of Hang Shih, and the golden spiritual power supported the azure petals, as if a green lotus floated down from the top of the mountain and landed on the sparkling river at dusk.

The fragrance was elegant, rich and sweet, and both of them swallowed subconsciously when they smelled it.

Not far away, Xu Yang's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt something.

With a disheveled face, he raised his head from a piece of scattered thatch, looked at the faintly overflowing spiritual light in the thatched hut on the west side, and clenched his teeth angrily.

Hang Shi can't care about Xu Yang's feelings.

This kind of spiritual plant needs to be picked and swallowed at the moment of blooming, so that the effect can be maximized.

Therefore, at the moment when Linghua tremblingly unfolded its valves, Hang Shiu lightly swiped with his fingertips, cutting the petals in two like a sharp blade.

Half of it fell into the mouth and turned into a warm current, so that half was lifted by spiritual power and sent to Ning Hong's lips.

Under Hang Xiaoshi's eagerly expecting eyes, Ning Hong's eyes dimmed, he opened his thin lips lightly, and bit the spirit flower.

The petals melt at the entrance, and the sweet juice flows through the throat, turning into a gurgling stream, passing through the meridians, washing away the blocked orifices in the body over and over again.

"...Crack."

There was a faint sound of glass breaking in Hang's ear, which was very light but obvious.

Immediately afterwards, the invisible barrier in the body was broken away, and abundant spiritual power surged in, as if the whole person was floating on the undulating river, the soft water gurgling, enveloping the limbs, soaking the soul.

He's broken.

Stepping into the seventh rank, Hang Shiu has entered the middle ranks in the cultivation army, Yang Yan is three points stronger, and he can resist someone stronger than himself in the future for a longer time.

But before he had time to savor the thrill of breaking through, Hang Xiao suddenly felt something wrong with his spine trembling.

The spiritual power brought by the spirit flower was still left after he broke through. The fire-attributed spiritual power was already intensely scorched. heading somewhere...

Hang Hour's face suddenly became hot.

This passionate flower actually has the effect of aphrodisiac?Why didn't the original text say it?

no, no...

Recalling the description in the original text, Hang Xiaofan came to his senses.

In the original text, after the protagonist broke through, he excitedly practiced all night in the valley, and even jumped into the clear spring in the valley. When Xu Yuer bumped into him, he said that he couldn't sleep and came out to enjoy the moon.

Hang Xiao originally thought that the protagonist's actions were all due to the excitement after breaking through the situation and it was hard to hold back, but now it seems...

This is simply the effect of the medicine, it can't be suppressed!

Now how to do?

Hang Xiao was anxious in his heart, but he secretly felt a little joy.

Fortunately, Ling Zhi was discovered just now, and he divided Ning Hong in half.

I have a bloodline of the fire attribute, and I broke through again, but I was still burned by this spiritual power, my blood was surging, and my heart itched unbearably.Ning Hong has evil skills, at this moment, wouldn't he suffer more than himself?

His mind was messed up, Hang Xiao was thinking wildly, a slender hand suddenly came from behind, as cold as frost, caught off guard, brushed his shoulder, and touched the window sill.

Then came the broad chest.

Although Ning Hong was thin, his aura was strong, and when he was pressed down, it was like a thick wall.After subduing Ling Zhi, his spiritual power also fluctuated continuously, and eerie gray mist overflowed from his body, which was cold, like the cold wind crossing the mountains and forests, soaking the ice and snow, awakening ghosts.

It was as if the shock from the soul made Hang Xiao's back tremble, and the coercion coming from behind was so terrifying, it was really like the whisper of a devil, he raised his eyelids, and gradually woke up——

But when the breath falls, it is hot, scalding like a raging fire.

Extreme cold and extreme heat intertwine, vigilance and depression alternately, impacting the defense line of the mind back and forth.

Ning Hong was half a head taller than Hang Shih, and now he lowered his head slightly, and his warm breath fell on Hang Shih's ears, and immediately passed through like a cloud of smoke, setting off a fire.

The blush spread along Hang Xiao's ears, around his cheeks, and into his collar.

At some point, the windows had been closed by Ning Hong. At this time, there was no sound of wind in the house. Under the dim night, the house was a little stuffy, but it was also hot.

The fragrance of Lingzhi's flowers can't overflow, and all of them are scattered in the house, turning the narrow hut into a steamer, and the desire/fire is continuous and boundless.

"Hour, what kind of flower are you?"

Ning Hong's lips stuck to Hang Shi's ear, and he murmured softly: "Why do I have to finish eating, I feel so uncomfortable?"