"boom!"
Luo Qingzhou covered his eyes and squatted on the ground.
Xia Chan turned around and left quickly.
After a while.
Luo Qingzhou got up, rubbed his eyes, returned to Meixiang Garden, and went into the house to sleep.
Lingchan Moon Palace.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink skirt and was making medicine in the room, lowering her head and sniffing from time to time.
In the flower basket on the table, there are petals of various colors.
Xia Chan appeared at the door silently.
After a long time.
Bai Lingfang frowned, put down the medicine pestle in his hand, and murmured to himself: "It's still a little short of a taste."
She clapped her hands, stood up, picked up the flower basket on the table, and was about to go out when she was startled by the figure at the door.
"Chanchan, what are you doing? You're scared to death."
Bai Ling stroked his chest and added: "I thought the smelly uncle was going to secretly come to Sese's house again."
Xia Chan looked at her and said nothing.
Bai Ling carried the flower basket and walked up to her, approached her, stared at her little face with wide eyes for a while, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you being bullied by the smelly uncle?"
Xia Chan still didn't speak.
Bai Ling patted the flower basket in his hand, passed by her and said, "I'm going to pick flowers, so you can tell me after you think about it."
She left the house, picked up the flower hoe from the corridor, hung the flower basket on the flower hoe, then put it on her shoulder and swayed out of the yard.
Come to the flower garden.
She glanced back and saw that the girl was following her silently.
Bai Ling put down his things, put his hands on his hips and said, "Chanchan, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'm not your uncle, why are you hesitating? If you don't say anything, I'll be angry!"
Xia Chan was silent for a while, then said: "He is injured..."
The night recedes.
The morning sun peeked out from the top of the mountain and burst into light.
Luo Qingzhou had just fallen asleep.
The window suddenly opened and then closed again.
A figure took off his shoes in front of the window, stepped on a soft blanket, and walked towards the back room.
The bead curtain swayed slightly.
The figure stopped in front of the bed, gently opened the curtain, and stared at his sleeping face for a while. Then he took out a small porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and shook it in front of his nose. shake.
After a while.
She climbed onto the bed, lifted his quilt, and looked at his hands.
Those hands were wrapped with thick gauze.
She stretched out her hand and gently removed all the gauze. Looking at the bloody back of her hand, her face suddenly changed slightly.
She lowered her head, sniffed the medicine applied on it with her nose, frowned, took out a medicine bottle from her arms, uncorked the bottle, and poured the medicine powder into it.
Then, she took out another bottle of ointment, stretched out her delicate fingers, and lightly applied it on it with her fingertips.
After doing this, she put the gauze on again.
The chirping of sparrows rang out in the courtyard.
She put away her things, took another look at the sleeping pretty face, then crossed her legs and sat on his waist, then bent down, lowered her head, pouted her mouth, and prepared to ravage his mouth severely.
But at the moment of contact, she suddenly stopped again.
She stared at his face for a while, then sighed inaudibly, then got out of bed and left.
The sounds of Xiaodie and Qiu'er talking could be heard in the courtyard.
She went to the window to get her shoes, went out directly from the door, then went to the backyard and left quietly.
Luo Qingzhou slept until noon.
Xiaodie and Qiu'er both came in several times to see him sleeping soundly, but they didn't bother him.
"Young master must have been studying all night last night. Sister Qiu'er, just let him sleep. We don't want to disturb him."
"Um."
Two little girls, one wearing an emerald green dress and the other wearing a light yellow dress, were sitting in the corridor, basking in the sun, embroidering flowers, and talking softly.
After Luo Qingzhou woke up, he felt full of energy and the pain in his hands seemed to have completely subsided.
After lunch.
He told the two little girls, then went out and went to the bottom of the lake in Tingyuyuan on a moonlit night.
Dragging two little white rabbits on his feet, he entered the stone room.
Standing in the dimly lit stone room, he closed his eyes and slowly played in his mind the "Ox Demon Magic Skill" that Sister Yue had translated to him last night.
"Brutal collision, forceful force on the legs, tensing the elbows and shoulders, striking fiercely, slamming into the elbows, shoulders and back..."
"The sacred cow wiggles its tail, confuses it with fists, coordinates its waist, legs and feet to catch it by surprise, then spins and kicks..."
Luo Qingzhou first played the explanation of the technique in his mind, and then began to practice it slowly.
Practice it a few times, and when he can perform the moves consistently, start to speed up.
"Uh-huh!"
The sacred cow wags its tail!
He suddenly spun around and kicked out.
The little white rabbit biting his shoe flew out directly, hit the stone wall in front of him heavily, and then rolled to the ground again.
It was unscathed and immediately jumped up again, ready to continue running over and chewing on the shoes.
"Uh-huh!"
Luo Qingzhou threw a banana.
The little white rabbit immediately turned around, pounced on the banana, and then ate it with relish.
"The vicious bull is at its horns!"
Luo Qingzhou suddenly leaned forward and struck out with both fists.
At noon.
Luo Qingzhou took two drops of spiritual liquid, had a simple lunch, rested for a while, and continued to practice.
The internal organs seemed to be hungry for breath, and waves of heat flowed throughout the body.
More energy is accumulated in the Dan Sea.
What's even more amazing is that the bulging muscles all over the body have also begun to shrink and become flat.
On the surface, it looks like it was before cultivation, but the skin, muscles, fascia, etc. are all completely different from before.
It used to be loose, soft and collapsed, but now it is tight, tough and full of luster.
Although the muscles were atrophied and flat, Luo Qingzhou could clearly feel that the explosive power contained in them was getting stronger and stronger.
It's like it's all compressed together.
The internal energy in the alchemy sea is ready to move, and all the acupoints in the body are breathing rapidly.
All signs indicate that he is about to break through!
One day flies by in the blink of an eye.
In the evening.
Luo Qingzhou finished his work, his soul left his body, and entered the middle passage again, wanting to see if the tomb had changed or if it would become another space.
But to his disappointment, there was still the cemetery inside, nothing unusual.
After returning to his senses, he waited for a while.
After it got dark outside, he took two little white rabbits and entered the middle passage again.
Another space still did not appear.
Luo Qingzhou calmed down and knocked the two little white rabbits off their shoes with one punch, then threw a few fruits and walked out of the secret passage.
After taking a shower, I returned to Meixiang Garden.
Night falls.
A silver moon rises above the branches.
Eat, take a bath, and absorb potion energy.
When Xiaodie was giving him a bath, she saw the bandage on his hand and was dismissed by him with a few words.
Mainly because his hands seemed to be in pain no longer and he could move freely.
After the little girl saw it, she didn't ask any more questions.
After taking a bath and packing her things, Xiaodie asked: "Master, do you want a slave to sleep with you tonight?"
After a pause, he said shyly: "Young master is injured, no need to move, I just need to move."
Luo Qingzhou refused.
In the past few days, he has to recharge his batteries, accumulate energy, and prepare to sprint!
The body refining is about to break through.
The soul is about to break through.
At this critical moment, we can no longer immerse ourselves in the gentle land.
After the little girl left.
Taking advantage of his body's heat after just absorbing the potion, he immediately returned to bed and began to breathe in and out, activating the energy transformed by the potion and tempering his internal organs.
It's approaching midnight.
His soul left his body, left Qin Mansion, and went to Yuanyang Tower.
The moon-white figure was already waiting for him on the eaves.
The two of them flew to the temple in the outer city, one behind the other.
Luo Qingzhou didn't know how she was feeling today, so he stayed silent all the way and didn't dare to talk nonsense.
After arriving at the bell tower of the temple.
The moon-white figure still said nothing and directly laid a curtain of light around it.
Luo Qingzhou fell down, and when he was about to take out the pair of socks, he glanced at her, replaced the socks with the snow-white handkerchief, and bit it in his mouth.
The clock tower was quiet for a while.
Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to spit out his handkerchief and speak, there was a "dang--" and the bell finally rang.
He flew out.
The terrible sound waves ravaged his soul.
But strangely, the pain tonight seemed not as severe as the previous two nights.
The body was still being squeezed and rounded, pulled and hit. Although it still hurt, it seemed to be within the tolerable range.
He looked at the handkerchief in his mouth.
This snow-white handkerchief is exuding a warm luster and unique fragrance.
"when--"
"when--"
This time, it lasted for half an hour.
The bells stopped ringing.
Luo Qingzhou collapsed on the ground, and his long body slowly shrank and returned to its original shape.
After sitting there for a while, he got up from the ground, took off the handkerchief in his hand, and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Yue, can your handkerchief help me bear some pain?"
The moon-white figure said in a cold and authentic voice: "Yes."
Luo Qingzhou asked again: "Then the effect of my practice, compared with last night and the night before, will it be slightly weaker?"
The Yuebai figure said calmly: "No."
Luo Qingzhou fell silent.
On the bell tower, it fell into silence again.
After a long time, Luo Qingzhou looked at her with a faint look and said, "Why didn't Sister Yue tell me earlier? Did you mean to make me feel more pain?"
The moon-white figure looked at him and said, "Your first choice is to bite her socks, isn't it?"
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"Sister Yue, look, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
Luo Qingzhou changed the topic, and seeing that she didn't look up, he boldly flattered her and said, "I believe that if Sister Yue shows her face, it will be even more beautiful than the moonlight tonight."
"when--"
The bell suddenly rang again!
Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled and he hurriedly bit the handkerchief in his mouth.
Another half hour.
Luo Qingzhou collapsed on the ground, dying, and no longer dared to speak nonsense.
"when--"
After a moment's rest, the bell rang again.
I tempered a total of four times tonight.
Luo Qingzhou came back four times, but compared to last night and the night before, it was still much better.
after the end.
The Yuebai figure still didn't speak and left directly.
Luo Qingzhou rested in the bell tower for a while. After regaining some strength, he stood up and left.
While flying slowly, he couldn't help but take out the messenger ultimatum and complained to Sister Yue: [Xiaoyue, your senior sister is so hateful! It was clear that biting her handkerchief could relieve the pain, but she didn't tell me, which made my life worse than death for two whole nights! If I couldn't beat her, I would have just kicked her in the butt and sent her flying out of the city]
After a while.
The message came back: [Haha, brother, sister supports you! But for the time being, my brother has to endure the humiliation and live quietly, licking her well. When her brother surpasses her in cultivation in the future, he must take revenge and ravage her until she kneels down and calls her grandpa! Hahaha……】
Luo Qingzhou: [Hey! Just let her call her brother]
When he was approaching Yuanyang Tower, he quickly put away his things.
The moon-white figure stood on the cornice, as cold as snow, with a fluttering white skirt, looking at him motionless.
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