Shen Qingchen opened his eyes, and his realm had broken through the eighth level of opening meridians.

The next step is to break through the realm of spirit and soul.

He had a hunch that the spiritual power required would be terrifying.

So he suppressed himself temporarily.

Still needs careful polishing.

A faint purple-gold color appeared in the blood in his body. Although it was very faint and not very clear, he could sense the terrifying power contained in it.

Shen Qingchen opened his eyes and found Ning Sirou staring at him.

But he was the one I was staring at...

"master."

Shen Qingchen called out.

Ning Sirou came back to her senses, a flush flashing across her face.

Shen Qingchen:........

Master, your face is as red as a bubble teapot. It makes people think too much.

If you don’t know, you might think you are thinking about something unhealthy.

"Little one, you're awake."

Ning Sirou held Shen Qingchen in her arms, and she grew up a little, but not much.

Not even one and a half years old.

She found that Shen Qingchen had a light fragrance on her body, which smelled very good.

Ning Sirou stretched out her jade hand and touched little Shen Qingchen.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it won't be long before the little thing becomes a big thing."

Shen Qingchen's face flushed.

"Master, you are a hooligan."

"Hahaha."

Ning Sirou burst out laughing.

【Why is this master like this? He actually teased me. 】

[It's a shame I'm still too young. If I were older, Master, I'd continue...]

[Eh, I was thinking in the wrong direction. I was thinking in the wrong direction.]

Ning Sirou's smile disappeared and she looked at Shen Qingchen who was daydreaming.

“Bang!”

A bright red slap mark appeared on the buttocks.

Ning Sirou felt the pain in her palm.

There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

At this time she did not say anything, nor was she curious.

The stronger Shen Qingchen becomes, the more at ease she becomes.

At night.

"Master, stop teasing me and go to sleep."

"I sleep with my master in my arms."

"Master, be good."

"Master, my arm is numb."

"Hmm...so...soft."

"Master, I can't breathe. Please let me go a little."

After coming down the next day.

Ning Sirou felt chest tightness.

She opened her eyes and found Shen Qingchen sleeping soundly on top of her.

Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

The water flooded the acacia beans on the mountain.

Ning Sirou blushed.

A slap woke Shen Qingchen up.

Shen Qingchen opened his eyes dazedly, not knowing what was going on.

Sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes with his little hands.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"It's dawn, let's go out and play."

Shen Qingchen suddenly thought of Ning Sirou wanting to take him to see a play, and his eyes lit up.

"Master, where are you going?"

Seeing Ning Sirou leaving, Shen Qingchen's eyes were puzzled.

When Ning Sirou appeared again, Shen Qingchen's eyes lit up.

She was wearing a white long dress with gold edges, her skin was whiter than snow, and at the same time a faint fragrance came over her. Her eyes were as sharp as autumn water, and she was so beautiful that the moon could be ashamed of the flowers.

Standing there, she looked like a peony in full bloom.

Reaching out, he held Shen Qingchen in his arms.

Ning Sirou turned her head and found that Shen Qingchen had been staring at her.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the fairies."

"Master, you are so beautiful."

After Shen Qingchen finished speaking, he kissed Ning Sirou heavily on the face.

"There is no beauty that surpasses all others in the ages; a beauty is pleasing to the eyes."

After Shen Qingchen finished kissing, he blurted out.

Ning Sirou was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.

"I thought she was a fairy who had come down to earth, and her smile was more brilliant than the stars."

"I didn't expect that my little Fubao is such a talented person."

Ning Sirou pecked Shen Qingchen on the face and found that Shen Qingchen showed a proud look.

"Why are you so arrogant, little guy?"

"Of course I'm proud. My master is so beautiful. As my master's little Fubao, of course I'm proud. No one else has such a beautiful master."

"Bright as the spring flowers, bright as the autumn moon, that's what Master is all about."

"Little Fubao is also very beautiful."

The master and the disciple praised each other.

"Master, what is so exciting about little Junior Brother?"

At this time Fu Baiyu came over.

Looking at the two excited people, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Brother, you smell so good."

Fu Baiyu's body was stiff, his face was pale, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Of course Shen Qingchen did it on purpose.

He discovered that the eldest senior brother was also a tsundere.

This person is boring and only knows how to practice.

And very smart.

"Hehehe, I don't smell good, I don't smell good."

Ning Sirou looked at Shen Qingchen mischievously.

"Okay, you two, stop messing around. Let's go. I'll take you to see a show."

Ning Sirou did not bring Si Nianqing and Lu Qingyu with her.

Which of her two disciples does she care about the most?

Of course it’s Zhou Ye.

As a saint, Zhou Ye cares very much about her two disciples.

After a period of time, Zhou Ye and others can practice the secret of opening the mind.

But it’s limited to just a few of them.

The world of cultivation is not a place for fighting alone.

It takes three to make a hero.

Ning Sirou thought of this and glanced at Shen Qingchen.

She didn't know if her fate would be the same as the original plot, where she would end up reduced to ashes.

So she had to lay the groundwork well, so that even if it really came to that one day, these people would be able to help Qing Chen.

At this time in the Taichu Holy Land.

The atmosphere was tense.

"Zi Tianteng, what are you doing here?"

Lin Ying looked at this old enemy with confusion and fear on his face.

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