Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

After all, Hua Zhirong told him "The Art of Practicing Qi", and Wen Jingshu was in a daze, feeling vaguely grasping something but feeling that he had grasped nothing.

Wen Jingshu himself didn't have much confidence yet, but Hua Zhirong firmly believed that Wen Jingshu would be able to draw Qi into his body soon and then build a foundation, and he didn't know where his confidence came from.

After all, this is the sect of cultivating immortals, taking a bath is very different, Wen Jingshu climbed out of the natural warm water pool, wiped himself dry, put on his clothes, squatting on Wen Jingshu's clothes, the sleeping Huahua swayed Lie on Wen Jingshu's shoulder, rubbed against each other, and continued to sleep.

This is the backyard of Hua Zhirong's residence, Wen Jingshu groped for the way back, carefully thinking about where Hua Zhirong said his room was.

Hua Zhirong is still studying swordsmanship at the moment. Although he has long been familiar with this set of swordsmanship, whenever his mind is in confusion, take it out and read it again. Not only can he calm his mind, but he can also see more of his past. Never seen it.

"Dong dong dong." When there was a knock on the door, Hua Zhirong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. You must know that monks will give birth to spiritual consciousness after building the foundation. The monks in the foundation building period are not strong enough, and the range of detection of the spiritual consciousness is extremely small. Small and almost useless.

But Hua Zhirong, as the proud son of heaven, naturally has a wider detection range than ordinary foundation-building cultivators. If someone gets close to him, unless his cultivation level is higher than his and deliberately hides his body, he will It will definitely be felt.

This time, he was so careless that people knocked on his door, and he only realized that someone was coming belatedly.

Could it be because staying here is too at ease?

But when he heard the sound, he knew exactly why he didn't feel it.

"Zhirong, are you inside?" Wen Jingshu's familiar voice came from outside the door.

Hua Zhirong blinked and cleared his throat: "Come in."

After searching for a while, Wen Jingshu pushed back the door, Hua Zhirong looked up, Wen Jingshu didn't come empty-handed, he was holding a ball of quilt.

He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still damp. When he saw Hua Zhirong, he smiled at him: "Your Rong."

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong was still a little unresponsive, but Wen Jingshu had already come over and put the quilt on the bed by himself, with a layer of quilt and another layer of quilt.

Wen Jingshu heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he brought his own quilt. He learned from Huahua that after the foundation was established, monks would not need to sleep. They would need to meditate every day to restore energy and improve their cultivation. One, I deliberately brought two quilts here, and now it seems that this is still very necessary.

Because there is only a small futon on Huazhirong's bed.

After all, Hua Zhirong is a great genius in the number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals. Not to mention the resources, even the house is probably the best. This bed is more than enough to sleep three adults, but he only put one on it. Tiny futon.

Maybe it was because Wen Jingshu looked at the little futon with too strong eyes, Hua Zhirong finally recovered from the daze.

"Jing Shu, you..."

Wen Jingshu gave him a strange look: "Didn't Zhirong say that I can still sleep with you?"

Hua Zhirong blinked, yes, he seems to have said so.

Hua Zhirong lowered his head again, and started to panic, he, is he going to sleep with his future Taoist companion?If you didn't confirm this relationship before, you naturally wouldn't think about it, but now you can think about it.

However, Wen Jingshu still had a candid look, he poked the little futon: "Is this the thing that Zhirong sits on when he meditates?"

Hua Zhirong didn't have time to think about why Wen Jingshu knew about meditation, and nodded: "My master gave it to me when I was a child, saying that meditating on it can improve my cultivation, and it is a high-grade magic weapon."

Wen Jingshu nodded half-understanding, and looked at the thing twice.

Hua Zhirong couldn't help but said: "When you draw the breath into your body, this thing will be given to you," he said, scratching his chin, "After all, I haven't given you anything yet."

"Isn't Zhirong already given?" Wen Jingshu smiled, stood up from the bed, walked to the steps, stood in front of Hua Zhirong, and held his hand.

Every time Hua Zhirong saw Wen Jingshu's smile, he felt his heart beating very fast. He tried his best to make himself look Wen Jingshu's eyes squarely, and asked stutteringly, "What, what?"

"Your face." Wen Jingshu lowered his voice a little, trying to make himself sound more mature.

"Huh?" Hua Zhirong didn't respond for a while, she thought he was calling her, but after thinking about it carefully, there was a "boom", and her face turned red.

"You, you, you..." Hua Zhirong yelled at you for a long time, but nothing came out of it. Isn't this child only fifteen or sixteen years old?Why, why is it so seductive.

Wen Jingshu continued to work hard, and got a little closer, Hua Zhirong suddenly felt something was wrong, did his family Jingshu grow taller overnight?Why is it half a head taller than him.

Hua Zhirong suddenly lowered her head, and silently looked at Wen Jingshu's feet standing on the steps, still standing on tiptoe.

Wen Jingshu slowly put his feet down, this time he was as tall as Hua Zhirong, Hua Zhirong looked up at Wen Jingshu, Wen Jingshu looked back at him stubbornly, determined not to go down the steps.

Hua Zhirong stretched out his hands and hugged Wen Jingshu's waist. In the next second, Wen Jingshu had been firmly placed on the ground by him. Looking at this boy who was half a head shorter than him, Hua Zhirong Nodding in my heart, that's right.

Wen Jingshu asked Huahua to persuade him to practice hard. Perhaps his biggest obstacle is not the issue of longevity, but his height and age. With this height and age, he feels embarrassed when he tries to conquer it.

"Cough, you're still young, you'll grow taller." Hua Zhirong patted Wen Jingshu's head, but the little embarrassment on his face couldn't be concealed, as if to say: Although you will grow taller , but will not grow taller than me.

Wen Jingshu twitched the corners of his mouth, stood on tiptoe, and kissed someone who was still trembling. While he was frozen, he crawled onto the bed, covered him with the quilt, and fell asleep.

Only Hua Zhirong was left touching the corner of her kissed mouth, looking at the bulge on the bed, he, was he being molested?