Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Before Lu Hao let go, he gently moved the chrysanthemum hair accessory hidden among the black hair, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.

The beautiful woman couldn't help but shudder. She originally wanted to slap the other person, but now she changed to using a thick wooden stick to hit him hard. She could faintly hear the whistling of the wind.

Lu Hao was so sharp that he dodged the opponent's attack by moving slightly to the side. The beautiful woman missed her attack and was about to fall to the ground.

As a professional Torre master, Lu Hao naturally would not miss the opportunity to be a hero and save the beauty. He held up the beautiful woman's delicate body with his palms, and the beautiful woman snuggled in his arms, their breaths blending together.

"Let go!" The beautiful woman was ashamed and angry, and quickly stood up.

"I didn't mean it!" The sincere smile on Lu Hao's face made the beautiful woman grit her teeth.

"Mom, are you in there?" At this time, a childish voice of four or five years old sounded.

"Hide quickly!" The beautiful woman's expression changed and she spoke hurriedly to Lu Hao.

"Okay!" Lu Hao dived into the water without saying a word. The clear water flowed like a lake. He opened his eyes boredly and looked at the crystal clear flowers. He couldn't help but reveal a look of intoxication.

The rose in the water is like a shy girl, in bud, about to bloom, with layers of petals tightly attached to each other, which is very beautiful. The lines inside the petals are very clear, and they emit a faint fishy fragrance, which forms a bright contrast with the delicate and gorgeous flowers. Everything is so harmonious.

An inexplicable impulse surged in Lu Hao's heart. He put the beautiful rose to his lips and kissed it, and the flower shrank rapidly like a mimosa.

"Mom, can you tell me a story tonight?" The little girl's childish voice was full of innocence and expectation.

"When mommy is done with her work, I'll tell you a story, okay?" The beautiful woman said gently with a maternal glow on her pretty face.

"Yeah!" The little girl skipped away from here.

"Bastard, I'm going to beat you to death!" The beautiful woman punched Lu Hao with her pink fists, just like tickling him.

Lu Hao didn't back down, but just watched quietly. The more he looked at the woman, the more charming she became. Suddenly, he couldn't move his feet. He has always liked married women, and he couldn't change this habit for many years.

"Go away!" The beautiful woman cried softly when she saw that she had no way to deal with the other party.

"Then I'll leave, but you can tell me if you have any needs!" Lu Hao took a reluctant look at the red agate hanging on the beautiful woman's neck. The agate was almost half the size of his head. It was obvious at a glance that it was a rare treasure.

"Get out of here!" The beautiful woman's eyes were filled with tears as she glared at him.

Hearing this, Lu Hao felt uncomfortable staying. Although he couldn't control his lower body, he never forced others.

He walked out slowly, and there was a little girl outside. Her facial features were very delicate, like a porcelain doll, and she had two pigtails on her head. She looked at him righteously.

"All of you are bad people, bullying me and my mother!" The little girl kept wiping her tears, her face flushed with anger.

"Uncle is not a bad person, he just fell from the sky and got here by mistake." Lu Hao patted the little girl's shoulder and explained softly.

"Falling from the sky, he must be a god!" The little girl raised her bright eyes and looked at him without blinking, with tears still in her eyes.

"Almost a god!" Lu Hao touched his chin and nodded.

"Then can you resurrect my father?" the little girl asked with her delicate face raised.

"No!" Lu Hao shook his head with a wry smile.

"Then why do you say you are a god?" the little girl wrinkled her nose cutely.

"Even gods can't do everything." Lu Hao smiled and pinched the little girl's delicate face.

"My mother cries every night because she misses my father. Can you stop her from crying?" The little girl couldn't help but pull his sleeve.

"I am sure, but your mother won't let me send you warmth!" Lu Hao couldn't help but mutter.

"Uncle, what are you whispering about?" The little girl blinked her bright eyes and said cutely.

"Your mother must be lacking love!" Lu Hao smiled.

"Why don't you leave yet? Do you still want to stay and bully us widows?" The beautiful woman said with tears in her eyes.

"Can't I just leave?" Lu Hao felt a little ashamed. He gave the little girl a bag of candy and left.

"Who is here in the middle of the night, Shisan Niang?" At this time, an old man over 70 years old came out and asked.

"Dad is just a stranger, but he's gone." The beautiful woman said softly.

"Shisan Niang is a really nice name!" Lu Hao murmured, and then sat down cross-legged under an old willow tree at the entrance of the village. He wanted to recover from his injuries here first.

Lu Hao took several spiritual herbs and transformed them into pure medicinal power, nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood. Soon his body burst into brilliant light, and the blood and energy in his body roared like the vigorous sea. Soon the scars were repaired quickly, and his body became more crystal clear.

After his breakthrough to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul this time, he had many different understandings of the great Dao of Heaven and Earth. He continued to integrate the power of the laws he had comprehended into his own magic.

Now he finally understood why the higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it would be to fight against opponents of higher levels, because these cultivators were good at using the great principles of heaven and earth to enhance the power of their spells.

The higher the level of the cultivator, the more able he is to use the laws of heaven and earth to attack.

It was already the late night and the whole village was plunged into silence, with only the occasional barking of one or two dogs. Lu Hao was still immersed in his cultivation, experiencing the various insights of entering the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Hmm..." Suddenly a faint hum was heard, mixed with a bit of pain and relief. If Lu Hao was not a cultivator, it would be really difficult to hear it clearly.

Every night, Shisanniang would feel hot and dry all over, sweating profusely. It felt as if there were millions of ants gnawing at her skin. As the flush continued to spread throughout her body, she couldn't help but make sounds.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" The little girl heard the strange "bo, bo" sound beside her, and immediately rubbed her sleepy eyes, asking with some confusion.

"Well...well, Mom...it's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable. Panpan, go to sleep soon." Shisan Niang said softly.

After the little girl fell asleep, Shisan Niang came out, only to find Lu Hao acting suspiciously. He wet his fingers with saliva, poked a hole in the window of his house, and peeped inside with one eye.

"What are you doing!" Shisan Niang asked angrily.

"I thought you were sick, so I wanted to see what was going on!" Lu Hao said a little embarrassedly. At the same time, he was a little confused as to why his spiritual perception had failed and he didn't notice anyone coming.

It seems there is a big secret here!