After Hu Miaomiao hesitated, she whispered: "Okay..."
Unexpectedly, after Xue Qingcang heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Ah ha ha ha ha..."
Hu Miaomiao felt something was wrong, so she grabbed his hand and asked, "Senior brother, why are you laughing?"
Xue Qingcang didn't answer. After looking at her, he laughed even louder.
"Come on, what are you laughing at?"
"Junior sister..."
"Um?"
"Actually, I didn't buy the erotic pictures at all. I lied to you."
When Hu Miaomiao heard this, his face turned red with embarrassment. He beat him on the chest and said angrily: "Brother, I hate you so much!"
"Really hate me?" Xue Qingcang held back her smile, took her little hand and asked, "Didn't you say you like me the most?"
Hu Miaomiao snorted and was about to go back, but was pulled back by him and asked angrily: "What are you doing again?"
"Junior sister, don't go back, can you stay with me again?" Xue Qingcang stopped smiling, and there was a lot of affection in his eyes.
Hu Miaomiao thought for a while and agreed, because she also liked staying with Xue Qingcang.
Since they had nothing to do, the two decided to practice.
Hu Miaomiao took out the "Shadow and Floating Light Technique" taught by the old man in the darkroom, and also took out a technique passed down by Zhenjun Qinghui.
"Brother, Master gave me the technique, but I don't think it's very good."
It’s not that it’s not good, but it’s even worse than “Shadow and Light Technique”.
Xue Qingcang said "Oh" and asked her why.
"Actually, there's no reason, it's just a feeling."
Hu Miaomiao had also practiced these two techniques before, but when practicing the "Shadow Floating Light Technique", the spiritual energy moved more smoothly and the spiritual energy was lost less.
Hearing this, Xue Qingcang took both techniques and saw that the technique passed down by Zhenjun Qinghui was called "Floating Technique" and it was a technique that was extremely suitable for female cultivators.
The two exercises are not only slightly similar in name, but even the spells are similar, as if they come from the same lineage.
Xue Qingcang was running the technique and felt that "Floating Technique" was slightly inferior, but after all, it was a technique passed down by his master, so he couldn't say much.
"Let's do this. I will practice the "Shadow Floating Light Technique" with you tomorrow. After all, it is a dual cultivation technique, and my spiritual energy can be fed back to you."
If there was something really wrong with the technique, he would be able to detect it in time.
Hu Miaomiao pouted and begged him to start practicing now. Xue Qingcang couldn't resist, so he taught her how to use the technique several times.
Because Xue Qingcang has a pure Yang body and Hu Miaomiao has a Taiyin body, and they practiced dual cultivation techniques together, the unexpected synchronization caused Hu Miaomiao's cultivation level to rise steadily.
In just an hour, Xue Qingcang reached the peak of foundation building, and Hu Miaomiao reached the fourth level of Qi training.
Gradually, the two people's bodies became hot and hot, and even a trace of steam came out. Their whole bodies were put into the steamer, and their lust increased in an instant.
Only then did Xue Qingcang understand why the old man said that he should be open to each other during practice.
However, it is too late today, and it will not be too late another day.
After stopping, Hu Miaomiao still had some unfinished thoughts and begged: "Brother, let's start practicing at dawn tomorrow."
"Are you still addicted?"
Hu Miaomiao nodded, already dreaming of a day of wielding a sword, and asked: "Brother, I also want to practice sword practice."
Xue Qingcang has always been doting on her, but this time he refused without thinking, "No, you have no talent, you will suffer a lot when practicing swordsmanship."
"But, I'm not afraid of hardship!"
"You are not afraid of hardship, but I am afraid of you." Xue Qingcang held her little face and said seriously: "As long as senior brother is here, no one can bully you."
Therefore, she doesn't have to endure hardship at all. She can choose other magical weapons, such as the feather fan, which is quite suitable.
Hu Miaomiao sighed and finally gave up. She actually didn't like practicing swords that much, she just wanted to combine swords with Xue Qingcang.
However, since Xue Qingcang said so, she will still be obedient.
Under the vast moonlight, Xue Qingcang was lying on a big rock, while Hu Miaomiao was lying on his lap, listening to the sound of gurgling water, her mood became peaceful.
Looking at the stars in the sky, Hu Miaomiao raised her extremely beautiful little face and smiled lightly, "Brother, we have played for another day, and we must practice early tomorrow."
Xue Qingcang touched her face and joked: "You know now that you need to practice hard?"
"Oh, my cultivation level is too low. I'm afraid of being beaten."
Why isn't Xue Qingcang worried about this? He can only attack the Golden Core stage as soon as possible in order to better protect her.
Speaking of which, he has been going smoothly since he started practicing. If his master hadn't asked him to deliberately suppress his cultivation, he would have broken through the golden elixir stage long ago.
However, he had already prepared the Ning Yuan Dan that would hit the Golden Dan Stage, and there was only one opportunity left.
In a few days, after revealing his feelings for Hu Miaomiao, he will hit the golden elixir stage.
When he thought of Zhenjun Qinghui, Hu Miaomiao also thought of it at the same time, and said worriedly: "Master hasn't come back yet..."
"Maybe he won't come back. Master is often called by the sect leader, so he should be fine."
Hu Miaomiao still couldn't feel at ease and asked again: "Senior brother, if master knows about us, will he be angry?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
Although this is true, Xue Qingcang is also unsure of his feelings. He also knows the master's feelings towards Hu Miaomiao.
For a moment, he even thought about taking Hu Miaomiao far away, to a place where no one could find him.
…
At this time, True Lord Qinghui was indeed still on the main peak, but the situation was not good because he was imprisoned in the main hall by the sect leader himself.
Zhenjun Qinghui is dressed in white, looks like an orchid orchid, and has an ethereal temperament, as if he is an immortal nine days away.
However, his pupils were as dark as ink, and there was something vaguely swimming around, and he no longer looked like a normal person.
True Lord Qinghui lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, seemingly very docile, "Sect Master, it's time for me to go back."
The sect leader's surname was Zhang. He was a bit thin but imposing, with a strand of white hair on his temples. When he heard that he wanted to go back, he immediately became angry.
"What are you going back for? Is it because of that little girl?"
Zhenjun Qinghui didn't speak, obviously acquiescing.
The sect master was furious and scolded him for being confused, "You have been bewitched by beauty, and you have even forgotten who you are!"
However, Zhenjun Qinghui still did not speak, silently lowering his head and sitting under a big clock.
"Junior brother, I know why you want to accept Xue Qingcang as your disciple. I don't care whether he lives or dies. If his death can save you, then it is a well-deserved death for him, but that woman must not stay!"
After hearing this, Zhenjun Qinghui finally raised his head, revealing a pair of dark pupils, and asked: "Senior brother, how did you know?"
"Oh, we are senior brothers. You said that I watched you grow up. What are you thinking? Don't I know?"
"Oh?" Zhenjun Qinghui refused to give up, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It was this smile that completely angered the sect leader, and he scolded him even more harshly: "Your apprentice is a hybrid of human and demon, and you want to take away his bones. What do you want to do? Do you want to become a demon?"
