There's something wrong with the general.

Zhiming sat opposite him, his slender hands resting on the back of his head, and he leaned forward slightly to touch his forehead with his.

Wen Yuxi blinked her eyes, a layer of mist hung on her thick eyelashes, and her vision was hazy.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his gaze swept over Zhiming's nose, lips, mouth and smooth chin one by one.

Her eyes are like bright stars, her nose is like a hanging gall bladder, her lips are like painted with fat, and her face is like a crown of jade.

Wen Yuxi's heart trembled and he swallowed.

Alas, senior brother really exudes charm all the time!

"Focus." Zhiming lowered his eyes and glanced at him, reminding him in a low voice.

Wen Yuxi was simply speechless. She suppressed the throbbing in her heart, closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the changes in her body.

Before, my senior brother would use his fingers to transmit water spiritual power into the qi sea.

Since he found it inefficient last time, he switched to the forehead-to-forehead method.

But this posture made both of them uncomfortable, and Wen Yuxi, the beneficiary, of course couldn't say anything.

"Got it, Senior Brother."

Wen Yuxi cleared the messy thoughts from his mind, calmed himself down, and took it seriously.

He slowly closed his eyes, silently recited the mental method, and circulated the spiritual power throughout his body.

In the sea of ​​qi, the spiritual power transmitted by Zhiming was divided into two streams.

One stream circulated throughout the body along with the spiritual power in Wen Yuxi's meridians, while the other stream was absorbed and digested by the white Yin-Yang fish.

After that spiritual power merged with the spiritual power in Wen Yuxi's body, it wrapped around him very obediently, and merged into one like water and milk.

Wen Yuxi circulated for two cycles and began to feel tired all over.

He gritted his teeth and began to slow down his movement. The spiritual power flowed slowly in his blood, and his feeling of fatigue dropped sharply.

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

It was always his senior brother who transferred spiritual power to him. What would happen if he transferred the spiritual power back into his senior brother's body?

Wen Yuxi opened his eyes slightly.

I saw that my senior brother had his eyes closed and his face was a little pale.

But even so, the spiritual power transmitted into the body remains the same as before.

A trace of heartache flashed in Wen Yuxi's eyes, and he curled his lips.

Senior brother is a liar. He said before that he was only in the Qi Refining stage and the spiritual power transmitted was not much, so it would not have any impact.

Wen Yuxi calmed down secretly, with a glimmer in his eyes, and silently recited the mental method. After the spiritual energy in the meridians circulated for a circle, it gathered in the sea of ​​​​qi.

At this moment, he suddenly changed the direction of his spiritual power and gathered it on his forehead.

Send spiritual power in the opposite direction towards Zhiming.

Wen Yuxi's consciousness plunged into his qi sea.

what is this.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but stand there in shock.

Senior brother’s Qi sea is vast and boundless, with no visible end in sight, and the spiritual power in the Qi sea is like a vast ocean.

After that trace of his spiritual energy entered, it disappeared in an instant like a drop in the ocean.

Wen Yuxi didn't believe it and mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to transmit it to his qi sea.

Of course, the result is the same.

At the same time, the spiritual power in his senior brother's body was still being transmitted to him, so he would not be exhausted.

The spiritual power of the two people circulated in the two bodies.

Somehow, after practicing for a whole week, Wen Yuxi felt more tired than ever before.

But the changes in his body were visible to the naked eye. His spiritual power became more condensed, and the white Yin-Yang fish was quickly catching up with the red Yin-Yang fish.

Wen Yuxi felt warm and very comfortable.

Senior brother's spiritual power seemed to be the best nourishment in the world, and he was about to drown in this pleasure.

Zhiming slowly opened his eyes, and his fingers couldn't help but stroke Wen Yuxi's cheek, his eyes as deep as a pool of water.

Wen Yuxi felt a chill on his face, opened his eyes confusedly, raised his eyelashes, and whispered, "What's wrong, Senior Brother?"

Zhiming gently moved his forehead away and held his cheeks with both hands.

Her eyes lowered, and a dark color flashed in them.

Wen Yuxi blinked, not knowing why his senior brother stopped: "What's wrong, senior brother?"

Zhiming stared intently into his eyes, rubbing the corner of his mouth with his thumb as if unintentionally, his voice hoarse and low: "Junior brother, you know, what happened just now can only be done by a Taoist couple."

What the hell?

Wen Yuxi's brain was stunned for a moment, and his pupils suddenly constricted. After he reacted, he quickly retreated.

Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his long arms, and pulled him into his arms with a little force.

Wen Yuxi's whole body was stiff, with his hands supported in front of him, not knowing where to put them.

Zhiming tightened his arms, holding him closer to himself.

The current posture is that Wen Yuxi is sitting on his senior brother's legs, their bodies pressed against each other, fitting perfectly.

"Boom boom boom." Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding.

I don’t know if it was the heat or something, but two red clouds suddenly rose on my face and my earlobes were red as blood.

Wen Yuxi was in tears. How could things develop in this direction?

"I...I don't know, I just don't want my brother to be so tired."

Zhiming touched his cheek with his slender fingers, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Junior brother..."

Wen Yuxi lowered his head, not daring to look into his senior brother's eyes.

He was afraid of a confrontation with him, so he surrendered cowardly and lay down to let... cough cough.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could feel the warmth of each other's skin.

Wen Yuxi grabbed his clothes, her fingers gradually tightening, and asked shyly, "What are you doing?"

"Let's continue."

As he spoke, Zhiming hugged him and made him sit astride his legs, their qi seas touching, their foreheads touching, and his arms tightly wrapped around his waist, with gentle but powerful force.

Wen Yuxi closed his eyes. Devil, senior brother is simply a devil!

The current posture is even more embarrassing.

Wen Yuxi didn't dare to open his eyes to look, and even forgot to resist, and forgot what his senior brother had just said about this being dual cultivation.

Like a duckweed in the sea, only by holding on to him tightly can you find a place to live.

But he was still angry at his senior brother's self-willed behavior, so as if in revenge, he lightly hooked his ankle and hit him on the lower back.

Zhiming glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, reached out to grab his ankle, and rubbed it twice with his thumb.

"Don't be distracted."

Wen Yuxi felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

He arched his body forward in annoyance and put his hands around Zhiming's neck.

Zhiming saw that he was distracted, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said with thin lips: "Circulate spiritual power."

The surging spiritual power was transferred directly from his Qi sea into Wen Yuxi's Qi sea.

The extremely pure and surging spiritual power poured down towards Wen Yuxi's meridians like a waterfall, and instantly merged with the spiritual energy in his body.

Wen Yuxi frowned suddenly and struggled to control the spiritual power in his body. After a while, he was panting and sweating profusely.

His body was exhausted and limp like mud.

Wen Yuxi was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes. He took a breath and said intermittently, "Brother, I can't do it anymore."

Zhiming kissed his forehead with a look of pity and said softly, "Junior brother, build your foundation as soon as possible."

Wen Yuxi felt the cold lips on his forehead and was slightly startled.

Brother, what do you mean by this?

He was too tired and didn't want to move at all. His fingertips trembled slightly, and Wen Yuxi struggled desperately: "Senior Brother, you..."

His head tilted and he fell asleep.