Brother Xiu's Sickness Jianghu Road

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"Since you don't talk, let me tell you a story about a real man in one night and three seconds."

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The heavily injured man with blood on his face spoke with difficulty, "You...you don't need to say...I know that one, one night cough cough...three seconds is a real man... called Yongji, yes, he is a pure yang."

Now it's Ningxiu's turn to be surprised, "How do you know? Did we meet before? Could it be that Niu Wazi of yours who drove the ox cart?" Who did you offend Niu Wazi after falling so badly?

"Ahem...We've never met before..." The man clutched his chest and gasped for breath, as if he was about to carry it on his back if he couldn't breathe.

"Since you're not Niuwazi, then you must be Li Abao." Ningxiu immediately helped him up, used his internal energy to slap him hard on the back, and immediately the person spurted a mouthful of blood.

That mouthful of blood splashed a full two feet away.Some blood was spit out, and the man finally breathed more smoothly. He tried to take a few deep breaths and replenished some oxygen, and soon he began to pant again. While panting, he continued to speak in a good mood, "I still know cough... Disciple Wanhua tells everyone about a real man for three seconds a night, so that person must be you."

The man seemed to have regained his composure, and he gradually became full of energy and his eyes brightened. He lay on the ground and continued, "A few days ago, a Daoist Chunyang with bone bones and fairy wind came by this big river. Sitting in the tea shop near the pier all day long, he looks thoughtful at the endlessly flowing river. He orders a pot of clear tea every day, and asks the old man in the tea shop to heat a plate of glutinous rice cakes, but he doesn’t Eat. As soon as he sits in the tea shop, the sunset glow chases the cold stars, and the cold moon chases the morning light. When the mountains and mist rise in the next day, he will appear in the tea shop again, order another pot of green tea, and call him the old man of the tea shop. Warm up a plate of glutinous rice cakes. But he never asked the old man to take it out to eat. The old man in the tea shop asked him, is the Taoist waiting for someone here? The Taoist looks 25, handsome, and although his face is cold, he is still human The dragon and the phoenix. Is such a person looking for an enemy or a lover? It turns out that he is indeed waiting for someone, his sweetheart. The most indispensable thing in the world is the infatuated person, the dedicated person, and the temperamental person. It is surprising. What's more, the Taoist was waiting for a man."

At this time, Ningxiu interrupted him, "Before you die, apart from these irrelevant nonsense, do you have a last word?"

"Don't mention those insignificant things. A man's death is nothing more than a handful of loess, and a real man will live his life to the fullest. Let me finish my sentence." The man may feel that the blood on his face is too sticky, so he stretched out his sleeves After rubbing it randomly, the result was that his face was even more horrible. He didn't realize it, and his whole spirit had been sunk in the ocean of gossip, and he couldn't extricate himself. This Taoist said that the people he was waiting for hated him because he raped him for the first time. The Taoist understands that his sweetheart has smeared his masculinity all the way, and now he realizes that he has done wrong. If there is a reunion, he will definitely stick to it I never thought that there would be such a pure love between two men in this world. Asking what love is in this world, it will teach people to make a promise between life and death—"

Ning Xiu withdrew his palm, looked at the man who was stunned by the palm on the ground, and said coolly, "The time has come, hurry up and go to the world you should go to, and Xiu will give you a helping hand. Li Abao, you have a good journey. "

Han Zhi, who was gossiping about the client, was delighted to hear that he was knocked out by the palm of the client.

Wu Hua asked Ning Xiu why he beat him.

Ningxiu was very sad and angry when he said this, "He knows too much, if you don't beat him, who will you beat?"

After half a stick of incense, the man peacefully went where he was supposed to go in a deep sleep.But Wuhua's body was faster than her will, and she had already dug a pit to bury her body in minutes.He was really afraid that Ningxiu would ask him if the corpse could be barbecued on this moonlit and windy night.

After many years of experience in Wuhua Jianghu, he lived an extra life for nothing, but he couldn't bear the fact that his master said that he wanted a corpse to be barbecued.Although his master has now put human beings in his future recipes.

"I am industrious and have no flowers. You are like a little bee in my garden, always busy. Dig a hole today and bury a man. The next spring will bloom, and autumn will bear many fruits." Wu Wu Hua was struggling to bury the body, while Ningxiu squatted aside and muttered idly.

The evening wind was lingering with dampness, Wuhua stomped the soil firmly and dragged Ningxiu back to the pier in a hurry. Sure enough, she saw a tea shop on the uphill road.The so-called tea shop is nothing more than a ceiling with a few tables and chairs and a stove, exposed to the wind on all sides.No one was there at this time, Ningxiu picked a chair and sat down, Wuhua planned to boil some hot water.He picked up the wooden bucket by the stove, greeted Ning Xiu, and went to the river to fetch water.

After the figure of the young monk Yuebai left, and the groggy night engulfed him in the distance, Ningxiu said, "Come out, let's chat about life." He sat there with flat shoulders and a straight waist, as standard as an incompetent A statue that moves at will.

The night is bleak, the rainstorm is approaching, the air is dull, and the darkness brings primitive depression and emptiness.He whispered in a deep voice, as soft as a handful of spring water, clear and slightly cool, flowing away from his fingers, and he seemed to be talking to himself, what he said was nothing but his imagination.

After waiting for a while, the surroundings were still quiet, but Ningxiu knew someone was there, "After passing this village, there will be no more shops here. I want to make it clear to you today, I can't be entangled with you forever, what should I do?" Don't hide from anyone when it's over."

"Really, can't it be me?" The figure of the white-clothed Taoist gradually emerged from the darkness, and he walked slowly to Ningxiu with light and soundless steps, and stared at him condescendingly.

"No." Ningxiu answered firmly, without any hesitation.

If it weren't for Yongji's determination and determination, Jubi would have to hold Ningxiu in his good person card and break up in love once.

But he is used to being rejected, sometimes he just pretends he didn't hear some of Ningxiu's words.

"Are you hungry?" Yong Ji silently changed the topic to a lighter one.

"A bit."

He opened the oiled paper bag he brought, which contained a smoked chicken, "Do you want to eat it?"

Ningxiu grabbed the chicken leg with one hand and said sincerely, "Yong Ji, you are really a good person."

"We'll talk about other things when you're full." Yong Ji slightly lowered his eyes, and sat on the long bench beside Ning Xiu.

"What can we talk about, don't tell me that you are pregnant in one shot. I have a weak heart and can't bear this kind of shock."

"..." He couldn't bear this kind of shock, okay!

When Wuhua came back with water, the raindrops fell, and the water vapor soon wet his shoulders along the way.

However, when he saw a stranger sitting besides his master in the tea shop, Wu Hua calmly walked over with water.

The person sitting next to Ningxiu was wearing a plain white Taoist robe, his imposing manner was as strong as a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath, which could not be ignored.

Hearing Wuhua's footsteps, Ningxiu ate his hands full, and did not forget to raise his head to introduce, "My beloved, this is Eternal Silence."

Wuhua smiled softly, "I have admired the Taoist master's name for a long time, and I often heard about you from my teacher. Today I saw you, and you are indeed very handsome and a good-looking talent." It was not easy to be blacked out by his master all the way.

Yong Ji glanced at Wu Hua silently from the side, and that glance was transparent, as if he had seen through Wu Hua and knew what he was thinking.

Ningxiu continued to eat him, his voice was soft but everyone could hear him clearly, "What are you complimenting, who can see who is so dark."

"..."

There are no lamps and candles in the tea shop, and under the increasingly gloomy sky, no peanuts start a stove to boil tea.

It won't take long for the hot tea to be put on the teacup and served on the table.

Wuhua sat there drinking tea in peace, although he didn't show it, he was actually paying attention to Yongji's movements.

His master was able to blackmail him all the way by grabbing a man's dignity, and Wu Hua had reason to believe that this Taoist priest would violently injure others.He had to be always ready to help Master get back his place, and even if he couldn't get back his place, at least he had to get his teeth back.

Unexpectedly, there was no sign of the crisis he envisioned.Instead, Ningxiu was eating smoked chicken while talking to Yongji. The topic was relaxed and casual, and the expression was also natural and casual, which showed that the two had known each other for a long time.

"Where do you get the smoked chicken? It's not easy to find one that tastes so good." Ning Xiu asked.

Yongji replied that he did.

Ningxiu let out a sigh of melancholy, "Oh, I knew you were good at crafting. After thinking about it, it would be nice to live with you as a partner."

Then Yong Ji recommended himself as a pillow mat, using very elegant words, which meant that his quilt would always be reserved for Ning Xiu.Hearing the scentless tea choked in his throat, his face was covered with blood.He finally understood why his master wanted to hack him.As the saying goes, love is the deepest hatred, fighting is love, scolding is love, and quarreling is the daily life of a couple.

"You can choke on tea, it's really worrying." Ningxiu said.

"..." Wuhua turned her face away.

After Ningxiu finished eating, Wuhua saw Yongji and took out a handkerchief naturally, and wiped both hands for Ningxiu. The service was so considerate that there was no special relationship between the two of them, Wuhua would not believe it anyway.

Outside the tea shop, the pouring rain swept over the sky and covered the sky, the sound of the water was dripping, and the air was humid and dull.

The impetuous and dreary night was deprived of the normality of silence by this heavy rain. The rain washed away everything with great momentum, as if jumping and invading the world, depriving the senses and filling the world with rain.

Ningxiu sat there, holding a teacup and drinking tea with his head bowed, unaffected by foreign objects, as if everything had been thought of and let go, no longer entangled.

With that demeanor, who would really think he is a joker.Wuhua has a lot of insights.

The three of them sat quietly, one pot of tea was exhausted, and another pot was added.

The green smoke rises, and the tea and tea are fragrant.

Seeing the stagnation in the atmosphere, Ning Xiu took the lead in speaking.

He didn't talk about other Jianghu stories, he just talked about the eternal silence beside him.

"Taoist Master." He pretended that he was not familiar with Yongji, and called him.

Yongji didn't talk to him, lest he be brought into some weird topic by his erroneous words all day long.Yongji put one hand on the back of Ningxiu's hand that was lightly placed on the table, as if silently comforting him, telling him that he is here.

"It's really shameless to eat Laozi's tofu. I knew that you Chunyang Taoist priests are all prudish." Ningxiu turned on the map cannon.

Wu Hua knelt down to his logic, why didn't he say anything when she wiped his hands just now.

So the serious Taoist Chunyang Yongji raised his hand and touched Ningxiu's cheek lightly, fulfilling Ningxiu's words.

Ningxiu was stunned, blinked, feeling a lot, "I have known you for so many years, and I feel deeply, you are indeed becoming more and more shameless. Back then, you were still studying art in Huashan, and you are so cold now at such a young age. appearance."

As soon as he opened the topic, Wuhua heard a few words and found that the current atmosphere was not suitable for him to stay.Wuhua didn't procrastinate, she found an excuse, held an umbrella in the tea shop, escaped into the rain, and disappeared after a while.

After getting in the way, Yongji no longer had any scruples and said, "Let's talk about other things."

"What are you talking about?" Ning Xiu replied.

Yongji said with a cold face, "Three seconds a night is a real man."

Ning Xiu frowned, "What do you want to talk about? Use your mouth, or your kidney."

Whatever he said with his mouth, which never said anything good, Yong Ji swept the two tea bowls on the square table, and the tea splashed wet the mud floor, bearing the heavier weight of the bowls and plates.

Yong Ji easily picked up the man and put him on the table.He lowered his head and untied Ningxiu's cumbersome belt, which was palm-wide around his thin waist.He opened the bottom of the skirt, and the snow-white undershirt concealed the beautiful scenery below.

Yong Ji leaned his head together, and a tender kiss fell lightly on Ning Xiu's chest, "Why don't you struggle."

Ningxiu lay there, his eyebrows stretched, his smile unabated, "Waiting to enjoy."

This kind of casualness and frankness, who can live a lifetime like him, write the romance in his bones, sing songs without rest, and have a good night tonight, the big and the big, and the long distance.

Yongji took off his saber and put it on Ningxiu's reachable side. Yongji stripped off Ningxiu's brocade trousers and told him softly, "You really hate me. This Cangyun sword is at your disposal. My life is yours. Take it as you please."

Ningxiu didn't answer.

Xiao Xiao rain environment, the momentum is huge.

In the dripping rain curtain, Yongji's voice never fell, and it was clearly heard in Ningxiu's ears.

"You can hate me, hate me and ignore me, but I can't stop it. And so do I. I will protect you, trust you, guard you, and want you."

After finishing speaking, Yongji's rough and callused palm caressed Ningxiu's smooth thigh, not allowing him to refuse.

55

The night was blurred, and the rain covered the sky, giving the best cover for this night.

When Yongji was doing all the foreplay and was about to go up with his gun, Ningxiu suddenly said, "I've been constipated for a month, if you want to do it, go for it, I'll treat myself as a bowel."

"If you really say that, I will let you go?" Yong Ji, a real man who was blackmailed by Ning Xiu for three seconds, now carries a sex toy, rose cream, and cannot tolerate Ning Xiu.

The rain hits the plantains all night long.

It seems that this downpour has no end.

The ambiguous panting is low and lingering, and the teasing makes people feel dry and enthusiastic, and it is difficult to control themselves. Yongji knows how bad this person is, and he does it on purpose.

……

The next day, the heavy rain turned to light rain, the traces of rivers and rivers, beyond the top of the mountain, mountains and haze combined with wind and mist.

Wuhua went back to the tea shop with an umbrella, and saw two people sitting cuddling each other in the tea shop, one in white clothes, the other in black robes, cuddling tightly, like ink and ink blending together, although it is deserted, it has an unexplainable poetic and picturesque feeling .

Wuhua hid in the tea shop, put away the umbrella, shook off the rainwater on it, and put the umbrella back where it was.

He took a look, and saw that his master was sleeping soundly in Yongji's arms with his eyes closed, and his handsome face was still tinged with misty red, his complexion was like peach blossoms, pink and pink, dainty and bewitching.All clothes were neatly dressed, and the neckline was tightly covered, making it impossible to pry into the truth.

Wuhua didn't look at it any more, turned around and pulled the cold ash from the stove, stuffed it with hay and firewood again, lit the fire and heated the water.

The water vapor filled the air, and the water in the pot boiled away. These subtle movements were undetectable in the rain, but Ningxiu opened his eyes, and said lazily, "Wuhua is back."

Yong Ji was holding him, this action of supporting him, holding him, holding him did not know how long it lasted.Yongji touched Ningxiu's face with his other hand, as if to confirm whether he had woken up, "Sleep again?"

Wuhua noticed that Yongji gave Ningxiu a pill at this time.

His Doubi master didn't even raise his eyelids, he chewed and swallowed it like jelly beans.

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, Ning Dacao fell asleep again after eating "Jelly Beans".

Wu Hua poured the boiling water into the large brass kettle, then added a few handfuls of rice to the pot, and cooked porridge for breakfast.

After the rice porridge was cooked, it was served on the table, along with a pot of thick-faced steamed buns and a pile of pickles.

Ningxiu woke up smelling the aroma of rice porridge, wiped his face with warm water, rinsed his mouth, and started to eat. Not to mention how bright and energetic he looked, his appetite improved a lot.

Wu Hua held the bowl and chopsticks, "Last night you..."

"Last night we did what we should and shouldn't do." Ningxiu replied quickly, chewing on the steamed buns, "My dear apprentice, you have to know that Master has been the little leader of the single newspaper gang for many years. There are not a hundred couples, there are eighty couples. People like me can actually be rich and handsome. Thinking about how soon I will step on my man's corpse to inherit the family property, reach the pinnacle of life, and then marry Bai Fumei, I can't help but feel a little bit Excited."

Wu Hua glanced carefully at Yong Ji, Yong Ji didn't seem to hear what Ning Xiu was saying, he looked like a mountain collapsed in front of his eyes and remained motionless, with his eyelids lowered, he was picking pickles from a dish to Ning Xiu bowl.

Ningxiu glanced at his own bowl, and there was a layer of pickles lying on the shiny porridge, "Don't pinch it, I'll be a widow if you want to be salted to death."

Yongji calmly picked up the last chopsticks of pickled vegetables into the bowl of Ningxiu, and said in a calm and steady voice, "If you don't get well, it's only a matter of time before I become a widower."

"Who's to blame for asking for it?" Ning Xiu rolled his eyes at him, and his tone was sarcasm, and he didn't know if it was a joke or self-deprecating.

After eating the breakfast prepared by Wu Hua, the owner of the tea shop also walked slowly on the wheelbarrow from the muddy mountain road.The boss was old, with a gray beard and a blue turban. He was thin and stooped, with a wrinkled face and kind eyes.He was not angry when he saw the people who used his stove in the tea shop without permission, and warmly greeted him with sesame seed cakes, and asked Ningxiu if they wanted to eat.

Ningxiu touched his belly, and spoke to the old man in a gentle and polite voice.

The old man smiled and responded one by one. He glanced at Yongji who was sitting on the same bench with Ningxiu, "Here are some glutinous rice cakes made from fresh noodles this morning. You can try Laoji's craftsmanship."

After all, without waiting for Ning Xiu to politely refuse, he has already taken out a plate of white and translucent round glutinous rice cakes from the food box on the cart. It is still steaming, and it is indeed newly made.

The old man put the glutinous rice cakes in front of Ningxiu, and said in an old voice, "This big river, there are countless tourists every year. Some people are separated from their wives, some people are happy, and some people are walking dead. And some people, dreams are not Dreams, people are not people. I have been in this tea shop by the big river for decades, and I have seen countless kinds of people. Life is suffering, and there are so many people trapped here. Birth, old age, sickness and death, love and parting, long-term resentment, can't ask for it, can't let it go. Afterlife , you ate these pieces of glutinous rice cakes, and listened to the old man’s words, you need to cherish the people in front of you. There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have good and bad fortunes. If you have to say goodbye someday, don’t leave any regrets.”

Ningxiu smiled, he was gentle and elegant, as the old man said, he was educated.

I took a bite of the glutinous rice balls only to find that it was filled with red bean filling.

Ningxiu froze for a moment, and didn't touch the rest after eating this piece.

The old man persuaded him to eat more, and Yongji handed the warm tea to Ningxiu.Seeing this, the old man stopped insisting, sighed for some reason, and went back to continue to take care of the fire under the stove.

Ningxiu squinted his eyes and smiled at Yongji, touching Yongji's face with one hand, not expressing affection, but jokingly, "I have prepared red beans for me to eat so early. Does your father know that you are so caring?"

Wuhua silently proclaimed the Buddha's name in her heart, and recited scriptures with her eyes closed.If you take love as a pastime, you will be struck by lightning.

Soon the drizzle like silk of love stopped in the sky and the earth, Yongji saw that the sky was almost dark, and wanted to leave with Ningxiu on his back.

Wuhua followed, which was very strange. With his master's temperament, even if the ground was muddy, he would despise dirt and ask someone to carry it. He should be a person who rolls in the mud every minute when the mood comes.Then Wuhua thought of some discordant content full of mosaics.He would never have dreamed that his master would find a blue pot friend one day. To be honest, he felt that it was more likely that his master would find a woman to marry than a man.

Thinking about it this way, Wuhua looked back at Ningxiu from time to time, with strange eyes.

Ningxiu was extremely calm, An Xin lay on Yong Ji's back, and raised his eyebrows at Wu Hua, "I can't walk because my waist is sore and my legs are weak, what do you look at?"

"..." Wuhua looked back silently, he felt a little hurt, he should recite his Buddhist scriptures.

A group of three came to the big river. It rained heavily overnight, the river swelled, the sound of the waves echoed, and the waves took advantage of the wind.

With such water potential, no boatman would cross the river at the risk of capsizing.

Wuhua stared at the unsettled river from a distance in a daze, and Yongji beside him had already changed his posture to hold Ningxiu in his arms, and he was also looking at Ningxiu's hair in a daze.

"Don't look, why don't you just dye your hair at once?" Ningxiu looked towards the distance of the river, and the green hills were looming in the haze, as if they had gone away with the other bank. Width.

The wind was a bit strong, and the water vapor was blowing head-on.

"After the matter of Cangshan and Erhai is over, you promise me to follow me back to Huashan." Changfeng's sleeves are full, and his clothes are flying, and his eternal face is very clear in Ningxiu's eyes.

So serious, maybe I will take it seriously.What Ningxiu thought in his heart was different from what he said, "I promise you."

As a result, Yongji's expression was serious after hearing this, but it didn't mean that he knew what kind of person Ningxiu was. Yongji said blankly, "If I feed your promise to the dog, I'm afraid the dog will die the next day."

Wuhua listened from the sidelines, and felt that the cold-faced Taoist priest spoke too sharply, but he had to stand up and save and defend his master's little integrity, "My master will treat each other with sincerity."

Didn't the bear child turn a corner and say that Master is not sincere!Didn't you grow up bathed in the sincerity of Master and Father when you were young?Believe it or not, Master will be so dark when you grow up, Master will show you every minute!

Ningxiu glanced at Wuhua from the corner of his eye, and Wuhua glanced back from the corner of his eye, "I'm afraid Master will be more sincere only when there is meat in the pot and meat in the bowl."

Ningxiu continued to look at him with his eyes, "You know so much about being a master, so you don't need to say it out. I believe the Taoist priest also understands who I am. Dear apprentice, go back to Shaolin and beat up the monk named Tang Er, tell me He, his master has wanted to do this for a long time."

"...Tang Er is your apprentice?" When mentioning Tang Er in Shaolin Temple, Wu Hua hesitated.

"He is my fifth apprentice. By the way, you are ranked seventh. I think your martial arts are much better than Tang Er."

Wuhua smiled but said nothing, thinking of Tang Er's "nephew" Tang Er, who was younger than him in Shaolin Temple, disobeyed discipline since childhood, and behaved like a wine and meat monk, his hands were really itchy, and he wanted to beat him up.

"Next is the happy time for me and your mistress, don't come here and be a light bulb." Ningxiu leaned in Yongji's arms and winked at Wuhua with a "tender and sweet" appearance, which was really not sincere at all.

Wuhua just looked at the two of them and thought, what kind of face his master used to press the word "Master" on Yongji's head.It was obvious that he was raped by his wife last night.

When Wuhua thought that his "weak" master and the strong "mother" were looking for a quiet place to continue their love and romance, just like what he said all the time, Eternal Silence opened a plug-in and hugged a big living person. The waves, the big sleeves and the windbreaker are flying away, like an immortal flying away in the air, taking Ning Xiu lightly into the green smoke of the river, and the trace can no longer be found.

Wuhua silently recited a few Qingxin Sutras on the bank before recovering from the fact that she was "left behind by her master again".

Passing through the lingering mist on the river, the shadows of the green hills on the opposite bank gradually became clear. Ningxiu looked thoughtfully at the rolling waves of the river, and Yongji asked him what he was thinking.He said he was thinking about zongzi.So Yongji thought about the ingredients for the sweet and salty rice dumplings, thinking about finding some time to make some for Ningxiu to satisfy his cravings.It would be best if he ate the zongzi he made and followed him back to Mount Hua obediently. From then on, he only envied mandarin ducks but not immortals.

"Speaking of which, have you become a mortal now?" Ningxiu asked suddenly.

"Now a mortal body has a limited lifespan." Yongji replied, he lifted his breath and slid up the river bank, holding Ningxiu firmly on his feet and continuing to walk.

"If I stab you, will you really die?" Ning Xiu asked seemingly indifferently, but his eyes were always on Yongji's face, trying to find the truth from that paralyzed face.

"...Whether it's a sword fairy or a mortal, it's a gift from God." So can you stop worrying about looking for opportunities to stab him.

Ningxiu smiled and didn't respond, he was thinking about his golden finger system, if he hadn't mentioned the issue of immortality, he himself would have almost forgotten that he is a person wearing a system.

Without cheats, does it mean that if he has received lunch in this world, he will really die and have nothing?

It's time to use his wit to play tricks to make himself live a few more years. Thinking about it, he still has twelve apprentice brothers waiting to buy a house and marry a wife, and he hasn't saved enough for the down payment of the house.

Half an hour later, the smoke and clouds gathered, and the sudden rain struck.Yongji took Ningxiu to pass by a cottage, and a few broken words "money helps share the helm" were mentioned on the door.

At this moment, Ning Dacao started the "ghost animal money fan mode".

The rain was pouring down, and the thick Hui ink dyed on Ningxiu's hair faded with the rain, revealing a cold gray like a blade.The wet black clothes were as heavy as an abyss, and against his pale face, he looked like a drowned person.

Ningxiu pulled the lapel of a money gang member, raised him under his nose and said viciously, "Quickly tell me, where is the dowry of your village master's wife?"

Facing the face of the drowned voluptuous ghost, Xiao Luo's legs trembled in fright, and he uttered a few broken and sharp cries from his throat, "Help! The water ghost is killing his life!!!!"

After subduing a group of bandits by force in the bamboo building, Yongji looked at Ningxiu who forced a confession from the younger brother, "Where is the wife's dowry?" As expected, Yongji thought of Ke Xi who was in a hurry to save Ningxiu's dowry.

Yong Ji, who moved into the cottage forcefully and became the temporary village owner, ordered these rough men to prepare hot water and clean clothes.

There is as much hot water as you want, but clean clothes... only their wife loves to clean in the entire cottage.The bandits, all dressed in vests and sackcloth, looked at each other in dismay, and finally turned to Mrs. Danyu, the wife of the original village owner, as if asking for help.

Mrs. Danyu's face was bloody, and she stepped forward bravely, looking at Ningxiu, who was raining in the open space to force a confession, she said to Yongji, "Your wife looks so handsome, she must be a girl .I'm going to get ready for 'clean clothes'."

The corners of Yongji's dark eyes silently stared at Mrs. Danyu, the sharp cold air made her scalp numb, and Yongji finally looked away when she was almost crying from fright.

Mrs. Danyu went back to her room, and took out the clothes made of good materials that she was reluctant to wear from the bottom of the box, then held the clothes and thought about it, no, although the clothes were made of good materials and clean, but the size was wrong ah.This is the rhythm of being beaten to death by the cold-faced Taoist priest!

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In the end, Mrs. Danyu sent it over in a bright red silk peony dress nervously.

She was really worried that if the "clean clothes" were seen by Hua Ge, another fight would break out.With sad tears in her eyes, Mrs. Danyu hid in the next room and eavesdropped on the movement, but it turned out that there was a lot of movement.

"Your uncle is forever dead, you let me die, what is the meaning of this red dress? I live with you, and I have to wear skirts to warm your bed like a woman?"

"..."

"What do you mean if you don't speak?"

"...Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold."

"Trough, let go, what are you hugging, I have legs to walk by myself. Go to bed before dark, do you think I can give you a son like a woman with a few more shots? Why don't you go to the kitchen if you want to think about this shit? Get me something to eat."

Mrs. Danyu turned to the kitchen with a bloody face, and it didn't take long to see the cold-faced Taoist priest appearing.

In order to express her sincerity, Mrs. Danyu met the Taoist priest face to face, and she burst into tears, "Master Dao, I'm sorry, I only have clean clothes like this. Although the color is brighter, it's better than that." Loose clothes can be worn long."

Yongji didn't care about these things at all, not to mention whether Ningxiu would like to wear women's clothes, even if he did, he wouldn't show them to others anyway.

When Yongji returned to the house with a few dishes of home-cooked dishes, Ning Dacao didn't care at all, wearing a red coat loosely tied with a belt, and sitting by the window with his legs crossed, enjoying the breeze and eating peanuts.

The rain outside the window didn't stop, and the humidity was heavy, Ningxiu didn't seem to care at all, his comfortable appearance seemed to be as comfortable as before in a prison cell.

When eating, Ningxiu held up his chopsticks, and when Yongji naturally picked up a piece of beef into his bowl, Ningxiu stared at Yongji in a daze for a while, thinking that he had come this far with Yongji. Nie Yuan.It seems that Yongji is still serious.

"Daoist." Ningxiu spoke with a serious attitude.

Yongji didn't raise his head, every time he yelled, it was no good.And Ningxiu called Yongji's name only when he called him by name.

"Do you think a handsome guy like me who has no friends needs to find a boyfriend?" Without warning, Ningxiu suddenly said this.

"The uncooked rice is already ripe, what are you doing with it?" Yongji took another piece of fish for Ningxiu and told him to eat quickly.

"Oh, you annoying little fairy, you are so good at cooking, I can't bear to break up with you." Seeing the food, Ningxiu immediately changed the subject, happily eating rice.

Yongji had blood all over his face.

By the time they finished their meal, it was getting dark.

What is rather strange is that Ningxiu practiced martial arts in his room today.

Eighteen steps of moving palms, the palms are fierce, the moves are clumsy with cleverness, the flow of clouds and water is set, and there seems to be the power of turning clouds and rain between the palms.

Yongji sat aside and saw him standing and panting after practicing once, so he asked him why he thought of practicing martial arts today.

"Strengthen your body and strive for longevity." Ningxiu wiped his forehead, and he was so out of breath that he couldn't believe that his physique was so poor. He turned his head and saw Yongji sitting there in a stable manner, and began to talk poorly again, "You Why don't you say that you are a good fairy and play time travel with me? Immortality is gone, all diseases are gone, sister fairy is gone. Is it dark already?"

Yongji looked at the sky outside, it was completely dark.

"Since it's dark, let's do something else." Ning Xiu said firmly.

Although Yongji didn't speak, he stared at Ningxiu with bright eyes, waiting for him to say something shameless and impetuous.

Ningxiu climbed onto the bed and took off his clothes, revealing his back, and called Yongji over.

Yongji took out the rose ointment for later use, but Ningxiu asked him to touch the odd acupoint.This is completely different from what was originally envisioned to be lively and fragrant, and Yongji's tone is unavoidably lowered, "Extraordinary point?"

"It refers to the legendary acupoint that can stimulate the potential and develop superpowers by opening the acupoint."

It sounds unreliable. When Yongji decided to give Ningxiu a back massage, Ningxiu actually clearly reported several acupoints and acupuncture methods to him.Then Yongji saw that Ningxiu touched a bottle of pills out of nowhere, and Gulu swallowed a bottle.

"Junior Pharmacist Ning's homemade Nayuan Pill, cultivate the essence and strengthen the foundation, and eat a bottle of long-term cultivation." Ning Dacao threw the empty bottle aside, urging Yongji to help him tap the strange acupoints.

Yong Ji, who felt that it was unreliable to touch Qi acupoints, was not in a hurry, so he took a few copper coins and decided to do a fortune teller first.

In the end, Ning Dacao complained, "Can you be more reliable, what kind of mentality is it to count odd acupoints?"

"Fortune and good luck." Yongji looked at the hexagrams and calculated again, "Great luck."

"I just finished a set of palm techniques to activate the Qi and blood, and the effect of the Nayuan Pill has just evaporated, so I quickly pressed the odd points."

Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, Ren Du led Chong four channels, counted 170 and two acupoints, Yongji started very steadily, acupoint acupoints is a matter of concentration and accuracy, firstly, the person who acupointed must have deep internal strength, and secondly, the person involved must be able to endure the dredging of the meridians Don't move when you are in pain.

Ask Ningxiu why he tapped the odd acupoints, and with his simple, brutal and direct Fauvism thinking mode, he said that most of the toxins in his body were cleaned up with medicinal baths and miscellaneous medicines. Although the effect was very slow, his inner body did recover.That state is like a half-grown boy who has just started cultivating internal strength, rather than practicing since childhood, his meridians are blocked a lot.So relying on drugs and external force to stimulate several large points to widen the meridians, the purpose is to increase the speed and capacity of internal force training.

After turning from DPS to nanny, Ning Dacao felt that it was too urgent to re-exercise her eight-pack abs. It is better to restore her internal strength first and become a violent big tit who can't finish reading [白水涛天] without CD , let's see the truth without fists, give up DPS, and compare temperament and connotation.

Until the dawn of the next day, the 170 second odd points could be tapped.

The back that had been straightened all night finally relaxed, and Ningxiu lay on the bed with his back arched and sucked in air-conditioning, as if the eight meridians had been dismantled and reconnected, every part of his body was aching.

Yongji went to wring out the wet patty to wipe off the cold sweat for Ningxiu, and tucked in the quilt, "Go to sleep."

"I'll take it easy, you go to rest too." Ningxiu turned around to face the wall, leaving his stubborn and unyielding back to Yongji.

"You know, I've always been here." Yongji said softly.

"..." Ning Dacao couldn't help but looked back at the "spirit behind the back". His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were extremely handsome, frosty and iron-like, but there seemed to be brilliance flowing in a pair of dark eyes, "Young man is so handsome, but it's a pity that he is a basic man. guy."

Yongji's face was paralyzed and he was speechless, "..."

Not wanting to get entangled in these things, Yongji simply went to the kitchen to prepare food to feed the uncle Ning, and when he came back in a quarter of an hour, he found that the old man had recovered, and he was meditating unrelentingly to cultivate the mind-cultivating determination under the routine of Wanhua Wuxue Lijing Yidao .This is Wanhua's superficial kung fu, almost every introductory disciple knows it, and it is important to cultivate one's mind.