Refinement, masculinity

The speed of the magic weapon was very fast, but it flew out of the city after a long time. Looking from a high altitude, the mountains in the distance were rolling and undulating, all immersed in the deep darkness.

"Low, I can't see clearly." Meng Ling looked down and broke free from someone's restraint.

Duan Cheng lowered his height obediently, stretched out his arms, and hugged him into his arms again.

Meng Ling endured all the way and finally found a chance to regain his freedom. Unexpectedly, he was hugged again in a blink of an eye. After a moment of silence, he finally resigned and commanded Duan Cheng to find the small hill where Qi Jun and Qi Jun often pulled weeds. The terrain here is flat, but there are many rocks. Very desolate.

Duan Cheng landed with his wife in his arms, put away the blanket, took two steps forward, stopped in front of a chaotic rock, and remained silent.

"Go around, the cold marrow is behind."

Duan Cheng glanced at him, then slowly stretched out his hand towards the big rock in front of him, and then his entire palm sank into the rock.

Meng Ling was slightly startled: "You..."

"Simple illusion, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a stone, but in fact there is nothing," Duan Cheng pulled out his hand, "When you circle around, you have already stepped into the forbidden area, so you can see the cold marrow grass, if you circle around from a distance— —" He drew out his saber, and flew behind with his wife in his arms, "Here, look."

Standing in mid-air, Meng Ling saw a few pieces of gravel lying behind the boulder, and there was nothing else. He couldn't help but secretly startled. He thought for a while and frowned: "Meng Xiaodong used to sit and rest on it before."

"Well, under the influence of illusion, you will feel the entity." Duan Cheng returned to the place just now, stepped forward to check, his eyes gradually became a little dignified, cold marrow grass has always been rare, he can plant such a piece, and can also impose such a restriction, he It's not easy for a daughter-in-law to provoke a monk.

It was rare for Meng Ling to see him remain silent, so he couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Duan Cheng withdrew his thoughts, stepped back and turned around.

Meng Ling stared at him suspiciously: "Is this restriction strong?"

"Excellent," Duan Cheng knew that his daughter-in-law was smart, so he simply told the truth, "Your husband, I must at least practice for decades or hundreds of years before I can unravel it."

"...can you call that off?"

"Why?" Duan Cheng was puzzled, "You are my wife, why don't you call me my husband?"

"..." Meng Ling decided to refuse to discuss this topic with him in the future, and turned to the real thing, "The monks under the ban are very strong?"

Duan Cheng hummed and analyzed the current situation: "The cold marrow grass grows slowly. It takes more than 200 years to grow, and it will remain in the mature stage after that. Most of the here are already mature. If the monk is still alive and has not retreated, he He may come over at any time," he looked at his wife, "but the good thing is that the restriction is still there, he won't believe it was stolen, but it will be bad luck if he bumps into you."

Meng Ling looked indifferent, and it was useless to tell him this, because Meng Xiaodong was the one who was willing to help people gather herbs. Even if Meng Xiaodong knew about cultivation and prohibition one day, he believed that as long as Qi Jun said a few simple rhetoric, Meng Xiaodong would still be able to help others. Help others without hesitation.He looked at Duan Cheng: "When will I start to cultivate?"

Duan Cheng touched his face, and answered the irrelevant question: "Even if there is a little bit of cultivation on the body, monks can spot it at a glance."

Meng Ling was silent for a moment: "I understand."

Qi Jun has never told Meng Xiaodong the truth, so it can be seen that he does not want him to come into contact with the realm of comprehension. If he suddenly gains cultivation, Qi Jun must know that he has contact with other monks, and he does not know what he will do at that time. What Duan Cheng means is Unless he can suppress Meng Xiaodong, everything will be useless.

"Daughter-in-law is smart," Duan Cheng hugged him happily, sniffed at his neck, and put on a serious tone, "The Cultivation Academy will start in three months, and I will help you find a way."

Three months...Meng Ling closed his eyelashes slightly, and hummed: "Let's go, take me back."

Duan Cheng nodded and summoned the magic weapon.

Seeing that he didn't intend to stop at all, Meng Ling pointed at the big stone, "You don't want the cold marrow grass?"

Duan Cheng was startled, not surprised, he knew that his wife was very vigilant and didn't trust people easily, and he also knew that his wife probably suspected that he was approaching for other purposes, so he must find an opportunity to test it out, who knew it would be so fast... He looked at him sadly Him: "I'm so sad."

Meng Ling knew instantly that he had been seen through, and said slowly, "...Oh," he paused, "You really don't want it?"

There was no sense of probing in the tone this time, Duan Cheng shook his head: "No."

Meng Ling was puzzled: "Wouldn't it increase your cultivation if you eat it?"

"Some cultivators do rely on miraculous medicines to elevate themselves, and they can achieve quick results in a short period of time, but this way of cultivation is unstable, and it will be unlucky sooner or later," Duan Cheng said as he saw him stepping up, silently nestled on the blanket and looked up at him, "I really so sad."

"..." Meng Ling said, "Isn't the topic just now over?"

"Why?"

Meng Ling sat down calmly: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Duan Cheng didn't move, watching him silently, without any intention of leaving.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Meng Ling finally compromised: "Okay, I was wrong."

Duan Cheng was horrified in an instant: "I didn't ask you to apologize, oh my god, if my family members find out, I'll die! Our family motto says that a daughter-in-law is always right!"

"..." Meng Ling said, "Then why are you staring at me for a long time?"

"I want you to kiss me."

"... Go dreaming!"

Duan Cheng stared at him silently, Meng Ling shuddered for a moment, secretly thought it was not good, he could tell from the last kiss incident that this person was a bit rebellious, he opened his mouth: "I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his body was crushed on the blanket by a force in an instant, and a fierce kiss fell immediately.

Duan Cheng controlled the blanket to fly high into the sky, wrapped the two of them together again, hugged him tightly, pulled his chin to let his tongue penetrate deeper, swept his mouth forcefully, and finally hooked his tongue, After a lingering sucking, he didn't let him go until he was satisfied, and licked his lips contentedly: "Daughter-in-law, I... oh..."

He covered his cheeks, his head was knocked sideways, and he was a little dazed. The magic weapon suddenly lost control and fell downwards. He hurriedly pulled it back on track, and couldn't help wiping off his cold sweat.

Meng Ling's breathing was a little messy, and his eyes were still cold, but his lips were stained with water, making him even more charming.

Duan Cheng instantly forgot about the beating just now: "Daughter-in-law, you are so beautiful."

"...Do you dare to be more shameless?"

Duan Cheng blinked, and asked purely: "You mean to let me fuck you now?"

Meng Ling pushed him away forcefully, put his hand on his forehead: "...don't talk to me yet."

Duan Cheng knew the truth of taking it as soon as he saw it. He hummed a ditty and took out the medicine his father gave him and applied it on his face. It felt that the swelling had subsided. He glanced at him: "Daughter-in-law, I know you don't believe me."

Meng Ling was silent.

"I also know that you suspect that I have a purpose... oh, it's true."

Meng Ling looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't believe that he could confess on his own initiative.

"My purpose is to want you to be my daughter-in-law. You should think about it."

"..." Meng Ling looked at him coldly, "If I can't ignore the restriction, will you still chase me?"

"Yes, now I wish I could make you more ordinary," Duan Cheng looked at him without blinking, "I say this...you probably still don't believe it."

Meng Ling looked at him closely, but didn't speak.

Duan Cheng didn't mind either: "It's okay, I can wait, anyway, after a while, the Cultivation Academy starts, and I will share the same bed with you in the same class, table, and dormitory, and we can slowly cultivate our relationship."

"..." Meng Ling reacted silently for a second, "Say it again!"

"Daughter-in-law, don't deceive yourself, I know you heard me clearly."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng looked down, manipulated the magic weapon to descend to the dormitory building, and sent him back obediently without any presumptuousness.

After this night of tossing, Meng Xiaodong was even more tired the next day. He couldn't stand it in the morning, so he fell asleep on the table. He is an orphan in the third day of this year and will take the high school entrance examination in June. He can only go to junior high school, and his grades are not good, and he probably won't go to high school. The teachers are aware of his situation, basically ignore him, and let him sleep.

Meng Ling fell asleep together and didn't wake up until noon. When she opened her eyes, she saw Qi Jun standing in front of her, looking at him with a smile: "Wake up."

When he saw this face, he was immediately upset. Meng Xiaodong was a little confused, and it took him a second to see who was coming, and he got up immediately: "You...how did you come in?" He looked around intentionally, but found that the classroom was empty .

Qi Jun smiled: "get out of class is over, let's go."

Meng Xiaodong blushed, happily followed him to the cafeteria to eat, the two sat down while Qi Jun chatted with him, and brought him some food by the way.

Meng Ling looked at it coldly, offering courtesy to nothing, rape or stealing, the hypocrite sent Le Rong away in advance today, and came to find Meng Xiaodong alone for dinner, there must be something to do, he waited quietly, and sure enough he heard the hypocrite ask: "Someone said yesterday Saw you walking with a handsome guy?"

Meng Xiaodong was startled, a little flustered: "He and I are friends, we just met, really."

"I don't doubt you, I'm just curious, just ask." Qi Jun looked at him funny, "How did you know each other?"

Meng Xiaodong then briefly explained the process.

"what is his name?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask, oh, he said he is from the high school and also goes to school here."

Qi Jun nodded, if he is a student of this school, it should be fine, because he has already tested it with his spiritual sense, and there are no other monks except him and Le Rong, but the encounter between Meng Xiaodong and that person is really weird, he always Don't worry, I asked some other questions.

Meng Ling listened quietly, thinking that although Duan Cheng had occasional convulsions, he was smart and didn't show any flaws, so Qi Jun couldn't find anything.

Naturally, Meng Xiaodong didn't know someone's thoughts, and happily enjoyed the time alone with Qi Jun.Noon passed quickly, after four classes in the afternoon, Qi Jun came to eat with Meng Xiaodong again after school, as if he wanted to see if that person would come to his door.

Le Rong was let go again, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. After evening self-study, she found Meng Xiaodong and looked at him coldly: "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?"