Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

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Seeing that he didn't resist her touch, Che Lian had a faint smile on her lips, she still looked at him and murmured: "You also know that you have to find someone to supplement this exercise. You have insisted on not doing it for ten years. If you are willing to go down the mountain, how can I... teach people other than you to touch..."

Sha Jiayu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, but his expression did not soften a little: "I didn't teach you to guard your body for me, so why are you bothering?"

His tone softened.

He hesitated to speak, wanted to say something to ease the weird atmosphere, but saw Che Lian suddenly turned her head to spit out a mouthful of blood, her body curled up and trembled slightly, clearly looking extremely painful.

Then he remembered that if Chelian had never had sex with anyone in the past ten years, then he must have endured the backlash of the same time, his heart tightened suddenly, and he swallowed all the words when he reached his mouth.

After all, it is the most bloody and strange demon technique in the martial arts world. The secret method of seizing phases is evil and domineering. It turns into thousands of sharp blades and rampages among the meridians. It is pain and suffering that even the former self could not bear, and he It's been like this for ten years.

Sakyamuni was in a trance, and before he could detect the fleeting touch of pity, he saw Chelian suddenly puffed up her chest and leaned towards him, her lustrous skin was covered with red tides, and her originally clear eyes were also blurred. become blurred.

He came back to his senses, and looked at the person below him incredulously, with a slight annoyance in his words:

"You poisoned yourself?"

Che Lian smiled, raised her hand again to caress his cheek, and said softly: "I have waited for ten years at the foot of the Muling Ridge before you can afford to go down the mountain; if you don't hug me tonight, I will die here." To die is not to waste the ten years of lovesickness."

"..."

Sakyamuni bit his lips and looked at him, his starry eyes that had been silent for ten years were filled with complicated emotions, and he felt that the people under him were hateful and pathetic.

After a long while, he finally sighed, took off the monk's robe and the prayer beads on his neck, and leaned over to untie the rough cloth.

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In the dark night, Sakyamuni found a candle from the dilapidated wooden cabinet of the thatched cottage, lit the torch and lit a rough lamp, held it up to the soft haystack and looked at it, rejuvenated. The secular beauty's eyes gradually became darker.

Che Lian was lying on her side, her original white hair had turned into ink, her long eyelashes trembled slightly in her dream, and she vaguely had bewitching and gorgeous eyebrows, and because she had lived a secular life at the foot of the mountain for ten years, It has washed away the sense of Zen that cannot be played with, but it is more charming and alluring than before.

Sakyamuni's gaze swept across his glistening red lips, fell on the scenery on his chest that was somewhat covered by thatch, and then slid to the beautiful and strong waistline and round buttocks, the desire that had already been vented was a little bit look up.

Thinking that this sexy and hot carcass had only been picked up by himself who had reincarnated in two lives from the beginning to the end, he was a little elated, and instinctively wanted to rush over and try again; but he quickly slapped himself, and his heart fainted Annoyed.

It is so easy to follow the way of the great beauty, but I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse, and I can only blame my lack of concentration.

Sakyamuni stared at Chelian's sleeping face for a long time, stretched out his hand like a demon and pinched his smooth and smooth face, suddenly remembered that the beauty in front of him was actually much older than his two lifetimes combined, couldn't help but Wrinkling his nose, he cursed secretly: "Old goblin."

After speaking, he stood up and planned to find a place outside the thatched cottage to have a rest.

Che Lian, who lost the warmth of the pillow in her dream, suddenly reached out her hand, grabbed a corner of his clothes, and begged vaguely: "Ming'er...don't go..."

Sakyamuni stopped in his tracks, turned his head and said angrily, "I won't go."

Then she sat back among the haystacks as if giving up on herself, and let those soft and lingering arms wrap around her waist, entangled him like an octopus and continued to dream.

He looked at Che Lian who was close at hand, suddenly frowned slightly, and subconsciously glanced at his legs and feet buried in the thatch.The monks in the medical hall had simply applied herbal medicine to the bloody wounds before. It can be seen that they were worn out by frequent mountain roads. New wounds were piled up with old wounds, and the recovery was very slow; carefully follow the calf root upwards It looks like there are still some fractures and traces of wind chill in the joints.

Pulling up his hand wrapped around his waist, the originally warm and delicate palm was extremely rough, and it looked like he was used to holding a hatchet and a hunting net.He knew that Che Lian must have suffered a lot while waiting for him at the foot of the mountain in the past ten years, his eyes softened in an instant, but quickly recovered their resentment.

Do you think you can easily forgive yourself after only ten years of suffering?It's a good idea!

Shi Jiayu angrily stepped forward and pinched his upturned nose, and rubbed his cheeks as if to vent his anger, but Chelian smiled slightly in her dream, turned her head and kissed his fingertips, and still leaned over to bury him. Sleep on his shoulders.

"..."

Shi Jiayu was startled, and the resentment in his heart was gradually replaced by some complicated emotions.He rolled his throat and lowered his eyes, and finally silently planted a kiss on his forehead, just like the countless days and nights in Xiuning Temple, he embraced his lover and sank into the nightmare without worry. dreamland.

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When Che Lian woke up from the simple but warm thatched hut, it was already bright outside the window, and the monks of Sanbao Temple seemed to have been gone for a long time; the haystack beside him was empty, with only a little residual warmth from that person.

He lifted the monk's robe covering himself, and found that the man left a string of relics and a note with wet ink for himself.

He read the note, put it away carefully, and then folded the string of relics in his palm, finally shed tears and showed a relieved smile.

Chalet

When Che Lian returned to his humble place at the foot of Rumu Ridge, it was almost evening in northern Shanxi, and the setting sun shone brightly on his beautiful cheeks, making it very warm and comfortable.

After the body that had been ruined for ten years was nourished last night, her staggering steps were much more steady and brisk, and there seemed to be a blush on her dimples that hadn't faded away, and she looked very good.When I went out to fetch water, I ran into neighbors who were chatting on the side of the road, and they all looked at him dumbfounded, wondering when the old man who used to collect firewood disappeared and moved in with a beauty of such color.

Che Lian half-kneeled by the river combing her long hair, the ivory comb in her hand gleamed in the afterglow of the setting sun, making the seductive beauty in the sparkling water even more stunning.He stared at his own reflection in rapt attention, raised his hand to touch that smooth cheek for a while, and was extremely glad that he could regain his youthful appearance.

That's fine, Ming'er only likes beauties, if he is still a mean old man, what else can he do to win back his heart.

For the first time, he was very grateful that he had a good skin; although Sakyamuni could not be called gentle last night, he could still feel the well-hidden infatuation.Thinking that no matter whether Ming'er still loves him or not, at least he still has desire for his body, he feels joy in his heart, he even forgets the pain and suffering of the past ten years, and only thinks about the next time he meets him.

The note left by Sakyamuni said that after all, the two were masters and apprentices, and he could help Chelian to complete the secret method of seizing the phase to the seventh level.Che Lian read the note hundreds of times. Although she understood that he didn't mean to soften her heart, she knew that this was her only chance.

When Sakyamuni Yudao came back from the Sanbao Temple, he would look for him at the foot of the Muling Ridge, and it would take more than half a month, which was enough for him to make good preparations.

Chelian no longer went to the mountains to cut firewood, but bought some expensive supplements to take care of her body, prepared some medicine to wash away the thick calluses between her hands, lit up the aromatherapy to tidy up this not-so-bright hut, and went to sleep again. A few pieces of gold jewelry for himself to wear.He looked at himself in the bronze mirror, who was even more fancy than the Xiangfen monk back then, and was only dissatisfied, and finally even bought a gorgeous red dress, hoping to please Sakyamuni.

During this period, some neighbors saw him walking around in the courtyard in red, and did not see the old woodcutter who had gone out to chop firewood for a long time. Some rumors spread like wildfire, and finally an old man from the rivers and lakes was found to come to subdue the demons, which made Che Lian laugh and cry, and it took a lot of effort to send them away.

Fortunately, Sakyamuni arrived as promised.

That day when Chelian came back from shopping in the market, before she entered the room, she smelled a faint fragrance of bitter sandalwood, her heart tightened suddenly, she put down her back basket and stood in front of the door, hesitating for a moment, then she wiped off her somewhat messy clothes. After sorting it out, he took a deep breath, lifted the curtain and walked in.

Sakyamuni held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and sat quietly with his eyes closed on the small bed that was very flat, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.Hearing the sound coming from the door, he opened his starry eyes and looked at him faintly, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

In the hot summer, the beauty who has already rejuvenated her youth is naturally very cool in her clothes. The thin robe is wrapped around her graceful and strong waist, which seems to be dripping blood; needless to say, her charming phoenix eyes and vermilion lips are like clouds and black hair. It flows to the waist and hips, and it is really an exceptionally beautiful beauty.

It's just that the dilapidated wooden house where the two of them lived was not suitable for such a beauty.

Although he had plenty of money to go to the neighboring town to live comfortably, he chose to take root in the village closest to Sanbao Temple, as a woodcutter cutting firewood for a living, wandering among the mottled and steep loess every day, As long as you look up at the high mountains, you can see the golden dome hidden in the pines.

He knew that Chelian had been waiting for him at the foot of Muling Ridge for the past ten years, writing several love letters intertwined with regret and love, and from time to time