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Chapter 660: Killing the dragon in the bathroom, a sign of breaking through the realm! [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

A bath is completed in this stumbling process.

Ouyang Rong's skin turned red in the mist.

Zhao Qingxiu spread out the hot towel, covered his face with it again, got up from the water, and was about to leave.

A hand reached out from behind and supported her shoulders.

He held her down.

Ouyang Rong took off the towel from his face and said seriously:
"Not finished yet."

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head vigorously.

【Washed】

Ouyang Rong gestured with the towel in his hand:
"You have rubbed it for me, so I have to rub it for the embroiderer too. This is called reciprocity."

Without saying a word, he started working diligently as a bath scrubber.

As he said this, he used a towel to wipe her smooth white collarbone.

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned.

Just when Ouyang Rong was pretending to be stupid and taking advantage of the situation.

She suddenly stretched out her hand.

Pinch his nose.

In the bathtub, she leaned against the edge, one hand on her chest and the other hand stretched forward.

"Uh-huh, what are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong asked with a changed voice.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly lunged forward, and with the two arms that were originally hugging her chest and pinching his nose, she hugged Ouyang Rong tightly.

Ouyang Rong was stunned, looked down, and subconsciously raised his hand.

He continued to wipe her shoulders with the towel in his hand.

Zhao Qingxiu lay in his arms, without stopping, and raised her head as if to "look" at him.

She reached her hands up and touched his face.

In the misty environment, Zhao Qingxiu was carefully touching the contours of his face.

She couldn't see, and seemed to be using her hands to feel out what he looked like at the moment.

Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to bite her finger.

Zhao Qingxiu was not annoyed and went to touch his teeth.

"Dirty..." said Ouyang Rong.

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head.

I could feel his big hands in the water scrubbing me and doing strange things.

She tilted her head, her wet hair like black satin swaying gently:
[Why is Tan Lang always acting weird? Does he like Xiu Niang's body so much?]

A small red face, like a half-ripe apple, swayed on the branch. Ouyang Rong first took a bite, then said incoherently:
"The embroiderer doesn't know how lovely she is."

【cute?】

Ouyang Rong said casually: "It's just pitiful that no one loves me."

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned.

Soon, Ouyang Rong saw her little face dimmed a little and she slowly lowered her head.

It seems that I misunderstood the words.

Ouyang Rong quickly explained:
"Just kidding, cute means being lovable and making people want to get close to you."

[But I am so thin and small, not as plump as other women. Don’t men prefer the latter?]

Ouyang Rong shook his head, and wrapped his arms around her delicate body in the water, hugging her tightly.

"I just like you, that's all."

Zhao Qingxiu's face seemed to be stunned for a moment, and she was quiet for a while, then lowered her head:
[I am so afraid that I am a woman with an immoral body, and I will bring trouble to my gentleman, Tan Lang. I am even more afraid that I will ruin Tan Lang’s body, and I will be blamed for it even if I die.]

"What is immortal?"

Thump~
A muffled sound came from the water.

Zhao Qingxiu's face turned red, her dull and blind eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and one of her buttocks trembled and became numb.

It was Ouyang Rong's hand that was around his waist in the water. He subconsciously reached out to teach him a lesson and slapped it.

Ouyang Rong felt distressed and wanted to comfort him, but he said with a stern face:
"Don't say such depressing words in the future. These are normal reactions of men and women. There is no such thing as obscene or not.

"Men and women, one yin and one yang, the integration of the two is the way of heaven and earth. How can we go against heaven? The great sage master also has a wife and children. If he doesn't do this kind of thing, where will his children come from? Did he pick them up by the river?"

Zhao Qingxiu maintained her habitual cute posture of tilting her head.

What Ouyang Rong said sounded very reasonable.

Even if it was a twisted logic, she knew she couldn't argue with him.

So she silently reached out to hug him, gently put her little face on his left shoulder, and after a while, wrote on his back.

[My son Tan is a scholar, a descendant of the God of Literature, who understands many truths. He is not like the embroiderer, who is dumb, stupid, and cannot recognize many words. He can only draw circles.]

She could not hide her admiration and love between the lines, and as she wrote further, her words seemed to hint at a hint of inferiority.

Ouyang Rong held up her little face, which was tucked into her chest and dodged, with both hands, stared into her dim eyes and said:
"You are not stupid, you always think the best of others, treat everything with kindness, are gentle and gentle, just like water. People cannot survive without water, and the same goes for Tan Lang.

“You said you can only draw circles, and can’t speak, and your words in writing are not as flowery as those of the world, but simple and plain. But I think that drawing circles is the real wisdom.

“The greatest truth in the world is all in this circle.

“The most passionate emotions in the world are also within this circle.”

As he spoke, Ouyang Rong drew a circle on Zhao Qingxiu's forehead with his index finger.

"Feel it?"

Zhao Qingxiu touched his forehead and shook his head stupidly.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and gently kissed the fair forehead where black hair was disheveled.

"What about this time?"

Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly turned red. She nodded hesitantly and was about to raise her hand.

"Don't talk, don't write, shh..."

Ouyang Rong instructed her seriously, then opened his arms and hugged her.

The two hugged each other, speechless for a moment, the mist quietly flowed in front of their eyes, making it impossible to see either side's expressions.

Until Ouyang Rong drew another circle.

On her nose.

Ouyang Rong gave her another kiss.

This time, Zhao Qingxiu felt it.

It is the most passionate emotion.

Born in a silent embrace, no words needed, no eyes needed.

In the bathtub, the pretty girl who was blind and mute breathed faster.

She raised her hand and drew a circle on his head, then shyly but actively raised her little face and kissed her rosy lips.

Ouyang Rong drew a circle on her pink lips with his backhand, then grabbed her finger and drew a circle on his own bearded mouth.

Zhao Qingxiu trembled, but did not hesitate.

Neither did Ouyang Rong.

The woman's hot body is worth more than a thousand words.

In the mist, two figures collided with each other, as if they had merged into a whole, like a circle.

The water in the bathtub was completely agitated, spreading outward in circles, one after another.

The bathtub swayed and swayed, and water kept overflowing from the edge of the tub.

It can't fit.

……

Zhao Qingxiu didn't know how long he had slept.

When he opened his eyes, Tan Lang was simply wearing a long robe with a front opening, with his chest open, and was concentrating on cleaning the bathroom.

Zhao Qingxiu looked a little dazed. She had clearly only come here to give Tan Lang a bath and give him a small reward, but in the end...

At this moment, she felt so tired that she didn't even want to lift a finger. At this moment, the entire bathroom floor was wet, and there was only a candle lit behind the screen, making the light a little dim.

"Awake? Do you want to rest for a while?" Ouyang Rong was bending over to pick up the bellyband and underpants that had been thrown onto the ground not long ago. The scarlet cloth was wrinkled, and turned a dark red color after getting wet... He asked with a smile without turning his head back.

Zhao Qingxiu rubbed her sleepy eyes, reached down and felt around, and found that there was not much water in the tub, just enough to cover her waist... She vaguely remembered that the tub seemed to have almost been shaken over in the middle...

Zhao Qingxiu was leaning against the wall of the tub, subconsciously hugging her chest with both hands, sinking into the still warm water, with her chest hidden below the water surface...

But before she could react, she felt her body rising into the air.

It turned out to be Ouyang Rong who came over, took out a large towel, wrapped Zhao Qingxiu up and picked her up by the waist.

"I'll clean up, you go and have a rest. I saw you dozing off just now. You closed your eyes but they moved slightly. You might be dreaming. I didn't want to wake you up..."

Zhao Qingxiu heard Ouyang Rong's gentle voice and wrote in a daze:

[What time is it? ]

"It's still early, only two hours, and you've slept for half an hour. But it's getting dark, and I have to go back. I can't stay out all night... Miss Fang and the others might wake up too. It's strange, why did you go back to sleep right after dinner? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to sleep at night..."

Ouyang Rong held Princess Zhao Qingxiu in his arms, and covered her tightly with a towel and his Confucian robe to prevent the cold wind from seeping into her body. He walked out of the bathroom carefully, passed through the dark and silent courtyard, returned to the main room, and gently placed her on the couch.

Just as Ouyang Rong was covering Zhao Qingxiu with a blanket.

The latter suddenly reached out and touched Ouyang Rong's forehead. After a while, he seemed to be relieved and his face became thoughtful.

"what happened?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head and said nothing.

"I'm really fine. There's nothing wrong with my body." He remembered something and emphasized helplessly.

Zhao Qingxiu smiled faintly and nodded.

Ouyang Rong shrugged.

He went to pour tea for Zhao Qingxiu. On the way, he looked inward:

【Merit: 4,301】

This time, a total of more than 1,500 merits were consumed...

He secretly let out a long breath, subconsciously wanted to touch his waist, but then withdrew his hand.

Although he was very strong, it was thanks to his special Taoist meridians that he could control his body muscles that Ouyang Rong was able to move the large bucket of water so easily that it filled the bathroom.

Nearly 1,500 breaths, one breath lasting about four or five seconds...the bathtub was almost shaken to pieces.

Ouyang Rong coughed and returned with a cup of herbal tea.

Zhao Qingxiu leaned on the bed, took the cup and took a sip of tea. Her black hair was still wet and spread out like a waterfall.

Ouyang Rong sat on the edge of the bed, took a dry towel, and wiped her wet hair attentively. Zhao Qingxiu leaned obediently in his arms.

The two of them sat on the bed, enjoying the warmth. One of them talked while the other wrote. After whispering for a while, Ouyang Rong confirmed again:
"I hope the embroiderer didn't have a nightmare just now."

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head.

"What did you dream about?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

[Dream of a bad dragon]

"Isn't this a nightmare?" Ouyang Rong looked worried. "Isn't it the same recurring nightmare you used to have? You are afraid of being eaten by these evil dragons, right?"

[Yes, I am afraid, but this time it’s different]

"Why is it different?" he was puzzled.

[This evil dragon has been killed]

Zhao Qingxiu wrote with a serious look on his face.

Ouyang Rong was stunned at first, then he reacted.

"Well, I, I'll leave first. Don't have that nightmare again. It's not easy for the evil dragon. Even though it's a nightmare, it accompanies you every day. It doesn't matter if it's a little bad..."

Someone left the house in a hurry and disappeared in a moment.

The room was quiet for a while. Zhao Qingxiu, who was holding a cup of tea on the couch, burst into laughter and her eyes curved into crescents.

But he remembered something and called Ouyang Rong back with a few anxious "ah ah" sounds. Zhao Qingxiu wrote a sentence on his chest. Ouyang Rong suddenly realized and went to get the latest box of osmanthus cake and left. This box of osmanthus cake was made by Zhao Qingxiu herself. According to the old rules, Ouyang Rong took it back and fed it to Zhen Shuyuan and other female relatives...

After a while, Ouyang Rong's movements disappeared and the courtyard returned to dead silence.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and gently stroked her flushed skin, her slender hands stroking from her shoulders to her lower abdomen.

In the Dantian below the lower abdomen, the original seventh-grade spiritual energy was violently agitated.

Overnight, it seemed to be infused with surging spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy almost condensed into a solid liquid, just like the tides generated by a vicious dragon causing chaos in the bathroom not long ago, fiercely impacting the sixth-grade checkpoint in the dark.

He could break through at any time, but was suppressed by Zhao Qingxiu.

In fact, she could have reached the breaking point in the bathtub just now, but she forced herself to hold it back.

First of all, I was afraid that Tan Lang would be frightened.

Secondly, she is a virgin, and it is not so easy to break through the realm... She also needs to contact the master...

However, compared with the inexplicable increase in his cultivation and the broken mirror, what made Zhao Qingxiu happier and more unexpected was that Tan Lang's body was not harmed at all, and he even became stronger and healthier.

The two of them were just like the marriage fortune stick that Tan Lang had read, a match made in heaven, with yin and yang helping each other, and a rare secret method of dual cultivation that was in tune with each other.

Until now, Zhao Qingxiu was not quite sure whether the complementary physiques of the two of them that allowed them to practice dual cultivation were due to the tortoise-shelled longhorn beetle or some other factor.

The special medicinal soup that she gave to Tan Lang to drink these two days was not only to nourish his body, but also to verify whether she had absorbed Tan Lang's energy.

Of course, the medicinal soup that the Fang sisters drank was of another kind. It only had the effects of calming the mind, promoting sleep, and strengthening the body… This was also the reason why Zhao Qingxiu went to the bathroom with such peace of mind tonight and took the initiative to reward them with a bath, because the Fang sisters really could not disturb them and were sleeping soundly.

Just now, Zhao Qingxiu touched Ouyang Rong's forehead to check his condition, and she also looked inward at herself.

Zhao Qingxiu discovered that Tan Lang had not lost any energy except for a minor backache that he hid for the sake of face and which was actually not a big deal.

The two were affectionate and affectionate, like mandarin ducks playing in the water. They did not absorb the medicinal effects of the tortoise-shell longhorn beetle deposited in each other's bodies, and they even promoted each other.

The only slightly unusual, or unexpected, thing was Tan Lang's vigorous physical strength. Although he had the slender body of a weak scholar, he was extremely endurable and tireless...

Zhao Qingxiu's face was blank, and she thought carefully for a long time.

She shook her head slightly.

This can only be explained by the fact that Tan Lang exercises regularly. After all, under his loose Confucian robe, his arms and abdomen do have beautiful and smooth muscle lines. He is not as weak and scholarly as he appears to be.

It seems that after the first two serious illnesses in Longcheng, Tan Lang's body has indeed recovered completely, even better than ordinary people...

I don’t know what images she thought of to prove it, but the girl, who was lying lazily on the bed, suddenly held her face with both hands and buried her face in shyness for a long time.

The night was quiet, with bursts of insects chirping coming from the yard outside. Zhao Qingxiu was in a daze for a long time.

In the short time she lived in the quiet courtyard in Xunyang City, she gained benefits that she might not be able to achieve even if she practiced in Yunmengze for a year.

At some point, it seemed as if some kind of decision had been made.

Zhao Qingxiu pursed her lips, reached out to take a sky-blue ribbon and silently covered her eyes.

I turned over lightly and got out of bed...

A quarter of an hour later.

In the west wing, Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan woke up in a daze.

"I'm so sleepy." Fang Shengnan stretched lazily: "Hmm, what time is it? Has Brother Ouyang left yet..."

She felt sleepy right after finishing her meal, and she didn't know why.

"My lord, this is..."

Fang Juxiu, who was standing aside, glanced at Zhao Qingxiu, who was neatly dressed and standing gracefully in front of him.

He felt the words on his palm again, his expression slightly stunned:
"My Lord, do you want us to contact them and bring a letter back for you?"

Beside the bed, Zhao Qingxiu nodded slightly.

The Fang sisters looked surprised.

No one noticed that she had worn a special ice-white jade hairpin on her high hairpin again tonight.

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head and seemed to "look" at the night scene outside the window.

At some point, a surprisingly determined look flashed across the blindfolded face.

……

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