After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

You don’t actually have to sleep at night.

Meditation and practice have become the instinct of many practitioners.

After Yan Congzhi had a paper figure take over his body last night,

The two of them finished their intimate moments, and by midnight, the new paper figure had become more agile, and Ni Yangzhou was no longer so worried. The night was long, and since his paper body couldn't do much else, he settled into position on the bed, intending to begin his cultivation by directly circulating the Small Circulation. Yan Congzhi had no choice but to watch him, all alone.

The young man closed his eyes, his five hearts facing the sky, and the memories of the past came back like flowing water, and he immediately entered a state of meditation. Yan Congzhi sat up and looked up from Ni Yangzhou's legs, waist, chest, neck, and finally rested his gaze on those soft lips.

Yan Congzhi couldn't help but move closer and closer.

Ni Yangzhou's skin color was not the pale, reclusive color often seen on cultivators in the sect, but a light wheat color with a rosy and energetic look. His nose was straight, his lips were not too thin, and his jawline was obvious. Overall, he seemed a little stubborn.

The man's lower body remained in place, and his upper body pressed closer and closer until they were face to face. Only then did Ni Yangzhou open his eyes.

"Don't think that just because paper figures don't breathe, I can't find you."

Yan Congzhi felt no guilt at all for disturbing the other person's practice. He just continued gently, "How could you find me if I wasn't breathing?"

Ni Yangzhou: "I can find you no matter what."

Yan Congzhi nodded and gently pressed his lips against the other person's.

"Zhouzhou is really amazing."

Before he finished speaking, he came over and stuck to it.

Ni Yangzhou was bewitched by the overly outstanding face, and was about to hug her subconsciously, but the "crunching" sound of paper when he touched her brought him back to his senses, and he quickly stretched out a hand to cover the other's lips.

"No, no, don't seduce me, I have to practice quickly."

Yan Congzhi slowly sat back and whispered, "I didn't. I didn't even breathe."

Ni Yangzhou couldn't stand such a man and could only laugh: "Yes, you didn't, it's just that I like you too much."

After saying this, he got up from the bed and walked towards another bamboo house where he had been an apprentice.

Yan Congzhi's soul can only live in the paper man for a while. Just like what Lu Zheng said before, the longer it is released from the mustard seed Sumeru prop, the faster the soul will dissipate. Minghong Sect has sufficient spiritual energy and can be regarded as a blessed land. With the spiritual energy supply from Niyangzhou, there is no problem in holding on for more than ten or twenty years.

But Ni Yangzhou was anxious. Yan Congzhi was now nothing more than a moving paper figurine, burning with fire and getting wet with water. Compared to his original Daoist body, the difference was not even a little bit.

The Guanjiao Zhenren who once saved him from a pack of wolves could now be blown away by a strong gust of wind. He couldn't help but be anxious.

Yan Congzhi also knew that he had not spent a good time with Ni Yangzhou for too long, and he was reluctant to let him go.

Love requires both long-term expectations and immediate love.

As they walked, Ni Yangzhou said, "You've already distracted me without me even breathing. I'd better go meditate somewhere else."

The two long bamboo houses were connected. Ni Yangzhou had just sat down when he looked up and saw Yan Congzhi walking in. He was still standing tall and straight with a serious look on his face. A thin blanket that came from nowhere was draped over his arm.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'll keep you company."

Ni Yangzhou teased: "Don't you want to sleep alone?"

Yan Congzhi placed the small quilt on Ni Yangzhou's legs, lowered his head and looked over, with only Ni Yangzhou's reflection in his eyes.

"Do not want to."

Ni Yangzhou raised his chin and said, "I don't know who said that I don't like living with others..."

Yan Congzhi paused for a moment, then tucked one side of the quilt in and placed the other side over himself. The two of them shared the same bed and quilt.

The man said slowly, "It's still the same now."

Ni Yangzhou glanced over, and Yan Congzhi finished the second half of his sentence: "I don't like living with others, I only want to sleep with Zhouzhou."

Ni Yangzhou raised his chin and began to meditate. Yan Congzhi lay down and looked at the back of his lover's round head.

His tone was so light that it seemed as if he was talking to himself: "And I was a fool at that time..."

……

The time spent in seclusion on the Bi Se Peak passed very quickly.

Although Yan Congzhi no longer had a Taoist body, the theoretical knowledge was still in his head, and he still maintained the airs of a strict teacher. The only difference was that the rewards and punishments for completing cultivation tasks had become a little distorted.

For example, if you catch 1 Swift Rabbits within two hours, you will be rewarded with 100 kiss if you succeed, and kisses if you fail.

In order to protect his lips from being kissed, Ni Yangzhou had to train hard.

What? Resist?

There is no way to resist.

How could anyone bring himself to do anything to Yan Congzhi now? He looked like a human being. If he really dared not to accept the punishment, the man would stay up all night, blow air beside Ni Yangzhou's ear, and lick him wetly until he woke up.

There was nothing I could do when I woke up. I always remember Ni Yangzhou’s face was red, and in the end I could only get up in the dark to train.

Under such coercion and inducement, Ni Yangzhou's magical power improved by leaps and bounds.

On a sunny day, Ni Yangzhou, with Yuan Jia and Hong Ying as his guardians, finally succeeded in reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Before they could celebrate, a paper crane came from afar, fluttering over. When it reached the top of the barrier, it hissed and turned into pieces of paper confetti, and a sound of contemplation was heard:

"The candle core is ready, everything is ready, Junior Brother and Huaiyu can come."