Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

But even with his eyes closed, Qiu Shi couldn't concentrate, and he thought of Qin Wenmin again.

He really didn't expect to meet Qin Wenmin today. He thought that the Qin family would send someone else to come this time. After all, Qin Wenmin is the son and grandson of the Qin family and has a high status in the Qin family. He never expected to come to Weicheng...

He is still satisfied with his performance today, and has not softened his heart towards Qin Wenmin, but why did Qin Wenmin suddenly disappear?

Was it rescued?

Qin Wenmin called "Black Dragon God" before disappearing...

Could it be that he was rescued by the protector of the Qin family, the black dragon?

Being able to save people from under the patriarch's nose, isn't that evil dragon's cultivation level higher than the patriarch's?

This is how to do?

Would he still seek revenge on that dragon?Will it implicate the patriarch?

He was thinking wildly, when suddenly he felt a blast of hot air on the back of his neck.

He is somewhat familiar with this heat, as if he was practicing swords under the red plum tree in the small courtyard on the first night in Weicheng...

Before he could fully remember this, he felt dizzy, his body went limp, and he fell into a wide, warm and familiar arm.

Then, he had erotic dreams again.

In the dream, he was dragged into the hot spring water, his body was tightly bound, the back of his neck was bitten lightly by his teeth, his chest and abdomen were gently stroked, his body was opened, There was a sweet sound from his mouth...

He was like a boat floating in a storm, being dragged into the bottom of the water again and again, and thrown on top of the waves again and again.He felt like a drowning man, and he had to hold on to something behind him for fear of drowning himself.

His heart was beating fast, and a series of tingling sensations continued to spread upward from the tailbone, and waves of indescribable and extremely refreshing sensations flooded his body.

He yelled and was thrown onto the top of the waves time and time again...

After an unknown number of days, Qiu Shi finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, what he thought of was the spring dream he had at night.

He was instantly ashamed.

Why has he frequently had erotic dreams recently?

Why has he become so lewd?

He was flustered when suddenly a low and gentle voice came from beside his ear: "Are you awake?"

Qiu Shi didn't dare to turn his head to look at Patriarch.

This time in Chunmeng, it seems that the one holding him lingeringly is still the patriarch.

The patriarch actually appeared in his dreams frequently, he felt that he had sinned deeply, and he was sorry for the patriarch.

Seeing that he closed his eyes tightly and did not speak, Hei Lin smiled lightly and said, "Since you are awake, then get up and meditate."

Do you want to meditate again?Qiushi "hmm, chirping" didn't want to remember, he was a little lazy.

Xu Shi had too many spring dreams, his waist was a little sore, and his legs were a little weak, he wanted to rest for a while.

But Hei Lin said: "You don't want to seek revenge from the Qin family?"

think!After hearing about the Qin family, Qiu Shi got up immediately, no matter how sore his waist and weak legs were.

If he didn't kill Qin Wenmin and Qiutang, he vowed not to be human.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the patriarch sitting cross-legged on the couch, his eyes were slightly closed, his skin was snow-white, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were bright red...

It is breathtakingly beautiful, but also as cold as iron.

This reminded him of the spring dream he had at night.

The patriarch in the spring dream does not seem to be like this. The patriarch in the spring dream is not surprised by the past, and his face is full of... irrepressible desire...

Qiu Shi quickly turned his head and closed his eyes.

He only felt that the sin in his heart was monstrous, why would he connect the pure, abstinent and cold patriarch with his dirty dreams?

While he was blaming himself, the deep and gentle voice of the patriarch rang again in his ears: "Calm down!"

The voice was like a broom, sweeping away all the disturbing thoughts in his mind, and his mind was finally quiet.

Qiu Shi concentrated and calmed down, and soon fell into samadhi.

It took three days and three nights to enter the samadhi, and after waking up, I was urged to practice sword by my ancestor.

From then on, he either meditated and practiced, or practiced sword with light and shadow and river god.When I was tired from practicing, I fell asleep and had all kinds of erotic dreams again.

The top-grade Bigu Dan he took in the delta river god's cave before can keep him from starving for half a year.

There is no need to eat, and he has never been out of the small courtyard, so he spent the new year, the first month, and the second month in his practice and erotic dreams.

When the spring blossoms in March, he finally got out of the couch and went out to practice sword in the yard.

After the Patriarch had fed an unknown amount of pills and lost an unknown amount of spiritual power, his current cultivation base is already at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he is only one line away from the golden core stage.

As for swordsmanship...

He has now passed the ten levels of light and shadow, and he has been able to fight hundreds of moves with the river god who has been suppressed to the early Jindan stage. Although he can't win, that is the river god at the Jindan stage!

When he was tired from practicing, he collapsed under the peach blossom tree, panting heavily against the blue sky and the falling pink peach petals.

Although tired, he is happy!

He practiced so quickly, and within half a year, he was already in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. It was unbelievable, but he was extremely happy!

After not seeing his master for three months, Xiao Huang jumped off the beam, threw himself into his master's arms, kissed affectionately, and said in a thin voice: "Master, your cultivation level has increased again, and your sword skills have also improved..."

Qiushi stroked its back neck and said with a smile, "Little Huang, your cultivation level has also increased."

Xiao Huang opened his mouth, shaking his beard and smiling like a cat that stole a fish: "The head of the fairy gave Xiao's exercises, and Xiao's cultivation is much faster."

"Really?" Qiu Shi asked, "What will Xiao Huang do now..."

One person and one demon were talking under the peach blossom tree.Under the eaves, the River God was lying on the steps, basking in the sun without any image, looked at Qiushi for a while, then looked sideways at Hei Lin standing on the corridor, and said in a secret voice: Immortal Chief, are you and Qiushi the same? Are you not doing double cultivation?

If it wasn't for dual cultivation, how could this young boy have rapidly improved his cultivation base from the early stage of foundation establishment to the late stage within three months?

Hei Linzheng looked at Qiushi with a smile on his face, and after hearing what he said, he snorted coldly: What's none of your business?

The God of the River twisted his slender body, and said with winking eyes like silk: Immortal Chief, you see that I am also good-looking, no worse than Qiushi, and my cultivation base is higher than him, why don't you double cultivate with me?

Speaking of double cultivation, didn't Hei Lin pass his cultivation to Qiu Shi?

If it can be passed on to him, will he be able to enter the stage of transformation in one step?

It's beautiful to think about!

Hei Lin looked down at him, his eyes darkened, and his hands tightened: I want to die!

"Ah!" A scream sounded over the small courtyard, passed through the barrier, and resounded throughout the Zhizhou Mansion.

The river god's tail was almost torn off by Hei Lin.

This scream not only frightened Qiushi Xiaohuang, but also frightened Fat San who was practicing in the nearby yard. He hurried over and shouted outside: "Master Patriarch, Junior Brother..."

Hei Lin beat the river god whose face had turned purple from the pain back to its original shape, threw it back into the copper basin, and broke the barrier.

Fat San rushed in, seeing the patriarch and the junior brother, one in the corridor and the other under the peach blossom tree, both in good condition, he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "Little junior brother, who called you just now?" Huh? Scared me to death, my little one!"

After not seeing his senior for three months, Qiu Shi was so happy that he got up from the peach petals and ran towards him: "Senior brother, your cultivation level has increased?"

Fat San looked at Hei Lin embarrassedly.

In three months, he rose from the first level of Qi training to the second level. Although he couldn't catch the eyes of the patriarch, he was very satisfied.

This speed is beyond the reach of those brothers in Ziyun Palace.

Seeing that the patriarch did not show disdain, he dared to touch the back of his head and said happily, "Yes, yes!"

"Junior brother, I never dreamed that I've reached the second level of Qi training within half a year since we went down the mountain..."

Qiu Shi suppressed his cultivation. Fat San couldn't tell what state he was in now, but after three months of retreat, he must have improved a lot.

Qin Wenmin, who had defeated Qin Wenmin in the early stage of foundation establishment years ago, is probably in the middle stage of foundation establishment now.

The two got together and happily talked about cultivation, until there was a knock on the door of the courtyard, and Zeng Xuliang's loud voice came: "The head of the underworld, the head of the autumn, the head of the Hu..."

Fat San glanced at Hei Lin, seeing that he had no intention of refusing, he hurried to open the door.

This Eldest Master Zeng is not bad, the three of them have been living here, and the Zeng family has never disturbed him.

Zeng Xuliang entered the yard, and was about to exchange some greetings with Fat San, when he saw Hei Lin standing on the porch with a cold and beautiful face, he hurried forward and bowed his hands: "I've seen the head of the underworld."

I haven't seen him for three months. Zeng Xuliang has lost a lot of weight, and his winter robe has been replaced by a spring shirt.

With delicate features, thin and slender figure, he is quite a talent.

Hei Lin nodded slightly.

Although this person is a mortal, his character is not bad.

Seeing the patriarch's indifferent attitude, fearing that Zeng Xuliang would feel that he was being treated coldly, Fat San hurriedly said, "Did Mr. Zeng come here after hearing that scream?"

Hei Lin ignored him, Zeng Xuliang didn't feel that he was being treated coldly, the expert naturally had a temper, he could understand.

"The Taoists are practicing in closed doors, and I dare not disturb you. I just heard the screams and thought..."

Fat San pulled him to sit down on the stone bench under the peach blossom tree, and said, "It's nothing, it was my swordsmanship with my junior brother, I lost, I called it."

He didn't know who called it, but both the patriarch and the younger junior brother are fine, so it's fine, whoever called him.

Qiu Shi glanced at Hei Lin, seeing him smiling at him, he felt relieved, walked over and sat down on the stone bench, and asked, "Master Zeng, how is it outside?"

Zeng Xuliang smiled and said: "Everything is good, the Weishui River is good, the people are good, and my family is good."

Seeing Qiushi Fat San still wearing the winter robes, he quickly got up and said, "Daoist Qiu and Hu Daoist are all negligent, but now that the sun is getting warmer, they actually let the two priests wear winter robes... I will wait for you." After a while, someone will bring you a spring shirt."

Qiushi Fatsan has been practicing in seclusion for the past three months, but he didn't feel how hot he was wearing a winter robe.What's more, the two of them are not that cute, so they hurriedly said: "No need, Mr. Zeng is polite. Let's go outside and make spring shirts ourselves."

Fearing that Mr. Zeng would insist, Fat San pulled him to sit down, changed the subject and said, "I wonder how Mr. Yu and the others are doing?"

As soon as Yu Feihu was mentioned, the smile on Zeng Xuliang's face disappeared, and he sighed softly: "They are still in Weicheng. Uncle Yu is worried that Yufu will be angered by Qingyun Mountain, so he dare not let Feihu go back, stay in Weicheng, at least I have my father protecting them."