Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Long Fingers
Zhou Li was once again harassed by the woman in his dream for a long time before he was able to come out of his sea of consciousness.
He opened his eyes, and looked at his hands with eyes without any warmth.
Those fingertips were indeed a woman's fingertips.
Who is that?
Why did some traces suddenly appear?
Zhou Li couldn't find the reason for a moment, so he just gathered the rampant spiritual energy around him, retracted his long tail, stroked his sleeves lightly, stood up and walked out.
It has been snowing outside for a day and a night. There is snow everywhere, which is in stark contrast to the colorful flowers outside.
He retracted the barrier and called out softly, "Ice Crack."
The sword that was previously blocking the Wuhui Tower heard the call and was suddenly retracted, causing a gust of wind to blow and instantly cover the entire Wuwen Gorge.
In a moment, the river thawed, the frost and snow melted, and the green background of spring was revealed again.
Lu Wen and other elders of Xuanyang Sect, who had been waiting outside the barrier for a long time, saw the barrier being retracted and hurried to Wuhui Tower to express their concern and comfort to Zhou Li.
The Ice-Cracking Sword lay between them, and with a sound of sword sound, it transformed into the appearance of a young boy of seven or eight years old.
That appearance was actually a smaller version of Zhou Li.
Because Zhou Li's natal sword was forged by himself, the sword spirit is also the incarnation of his original body.
"Please go back, all the immortals. The master has just broken the mirror and is still trying to calm his mind." Bing Lie politely saluted to them.
Lu Wen didn't bother him, but just reminded him, "Bing Lie, if your master has any problems, please come to us."
After they finished speaking, they left.
But everyone couldn't help but feel a little worried. They knew that Zhou Li had broken through the mirror in the middle stage of the Tribulation Period last night. Others couldn't see it, but these people found something unusual.
Zhou Li almost failed in breaking the mirror this time. If he failed, everything he had before would turn into nothingness.
"Master, has something happened to Sword Master?" The person who spoke was Qiu Ling's father Qiu Manyue.
"The Tribulation Period is very dangerous, and some accidents are inevitable." Lu Wen comforted everyone, but he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.
It seems that the dream Zhou Li mentioned before did have a great impact on his ascension.
But Zhou Li himself didn’t know what the woman looked like, so how could he break the deadlock?
Lu Wen said goodbye to the others and wanted to go back to Qianji Pavilion directly, but Qiu Manyue stopped him and said, "Old Lu, will your Lu Rong participate in the sect competition in a month?"
Lu Wen felt a pang in his heart. Lu Rong had endured for more than ten years and taken many elixirs from him, but he was only in the middle stage of foundation building now. Who could he compare with in the sect competition?
Do you want to compete as a newly initiated disciple?
"It depends on Rong'er's own wishes." What she meant was that she was too lazy to go.
When Qiu Manyue heard this, she hurriedly said, "Old Deer, you've spoiled your Rong'er too much. I've ordered Qiu Ling to practice for ten hours every day."
When Lu Wen heard this, he thought about Qiu Ling's unfocused appearance and wondered why he had practiced for ten hours.
The one at home looks well behaved, but I’m too lazy to practice for an hour.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, but I still said, "Why force the child to do this? As long as he's safe and happy, that's all that matters."
Lu Wen said this with a smile, waved his sleeves calmly, and headed straight for Lu Rong's residence.
"Rongrong, the master is here." Xue'er reminded Lu Rong who was drawing in the inner room.
Lu Rong responded lazily and yawned. This day and night had roughly outlined itself.
"Lu Rong!" Father's anxious voice came from outside.
Lu Rong stood up, her neck almost breaking, and she even felt dizzy. She dragged her steps out and asked weakly, "What are you doing?"
Lu Wen looked at the man who came out. His eyes were dull, his eyes were dark, and his hair was messy. He looked like he had been wandering around for a few days. He was even more disappointed with him: "Where have you been?"
"Dad, I'm practicing." Lu Rong didn't dare tell his old father that he made money by drawing pornographic pictures.
"Practice? Ha." Lu Wen sneered. How could he not know his daughter's character?
Lu Rong strode forward directly. Seeing her father's aggressive look, she knew that he was here to teach her a lesson.
"Dad!" She hurriedly stood in front of her father and pulled his hand, "What are you doing? I'm grown up now, you can't just walk into my room."
"Could it be that there is some technique in your room that can allow you to ascend? Why can't I enter yet?"
Lu Rong had been Lu Wen's daughter for so many years, so she naturally understood the meaning of his words. It seemed that someone had instigated her to practice again.
"Dad, I've been really practicing recently. I almost broke my mirror yesterday." Lu Rong said as he quickly stretched out his hand, "Look at my current level of cultivation."
Before, Lu Wen looked at Lu Rong's wandering soul-like appearance and did not pay much attention to the subtle changes in her spiritual altar.
Now, upon closer inspection, I discovered that my daughter was indeed on the verge of reaching the Golden Elixir stage.
"When did it happen? Why didn't you come to see me?" The anger on Lu Wen's face turned into worry.
"Last night, I... I wanted to go find Zhou Li to get the painting, and then I suddenly got an epiphany." The person who got the epiphany was Zhou Li. "Then I felt spiritual energy gathering in my dantian. Zhou Li helped me, and that's it."
"Luckily, Li'er is here." Lu Wen checked her physical condition and found nothing wrong. "Stay with me for the next two days. I'm afraid you might break the mirror and get into danger."
After staying with her old father for two days, will she still be able to paint the erotic pictures?
"No need! Zhou Li told me to go see him every day." Lu Rong was sincere.
Although it is annoying to go for a stroll with Zhou Li every day and come back, it is better than being trapped by my father.
Lu Wen stared at her suspiciously: "Aren't you and Li'er sworn enemies?"
"Oh, that was when I was ignorant. Now I know how good Brother Zhou Li is. He is the best person in the world." Lu Rong's face was full of admiration for her brother like a sister.
Lu Rong vomited in her heart and said sorry for letting you say disgusting words.
What Lu Wen wants to see most is that Lu Rong can have a better relationship with Zhou Li. As parents, they always plan far-reachingly for their children. Zhou Li's talent is sure to allow him to ascend to become an immortal.
If Lu Rong had a good relationship with him, Zhou Li would be able to take care of her a little if he was gone.
"Then you should send all these Heavenly Grade Spiritual Pills to Li'er later. He's worked hard to help you break the mirror. Don't make him angry these few days. If I find out you're up to something, just wait and see." Lu Wen nodded to his daughter. "Also, you must participate in the sect competition in a month. If you still come in last, I will burn all those drawings in your room and show them to your mother!"
"Dad, don't do it. It's unsightly and Mom will be embarrassed if she sees it." Lu Rong looked at her father aggrievedly.
"Don't worry, your mother will only come to you in a dream in the middle of the night to break your legs after seeing this." Lu Wen ruthlessly retracted his sleeves. "For the time being, you can only stay here and in Wuhuijian until you reach the Jindan stage. If you dare to go anywhere else, I will tie you up and throw you in Wuwen Tower for half a month."
Lu Rong was so frightened that she trembled. Staying with Zhou Li for half a month would shorten her lifespan.
After Lu Wen finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and strode away, not giving Lu Rong any chance to refuse.
Lu Rong could only send his father away in a very servile manner and return to the room to look at the medicine bottle in his hand.
This is a good opportunity to test the hypothesis that YY Zhou Li can increase his cultivation.
"Xue'er! Please clean the bathroom. I want to take a shower." Lu Rong shouted outside.
Xue Er quickly agreed and went to work.
After Lu Rong soaked in the hot water, she washed her hair and looked at her fingertips. Her slender fingers became pink and translucent after being soaked in the hot water.
She looked at the fingertips of her right hand, which were stained with paint, and even the pink nails were dyed black, a bit like onychomycosis.
She put her two dark fingertips together and said, "One infects two, hehe."
She played and washed for about two quarters of an hour before changing into a new yellow-green spring dress. She ate a peach with her long hair loose and said to Xue'er who was combing her hair, "Xue'er, just comb it casually. I'll be back soon."
"Isn't Rongrong going to practice with Sword Master?"
"I won't practice with him." Lu Rong snorted. She wanted to laugh at him even more.
The quality of the male protagonist in the limited article is such that even if he appears to be pure and unselfish now, the female protagonist who meets him later will be a sex addict who only wants to have all kinds of fun every day.
"What about the sect competition?" Xue Er was a little worried.
"I have a good idea. Wait for my good news." Lu Rong watched Xue Er tie a hairband for her, said thank you and went out.
Fortunately, the bamboo dragonfly that Qiu Ling gave her last time was still there, and she drove the bamboo dragonfly towards Wuhuijian again.
By the time she was almost there, she had almost finished eating the peach.
She threw the peach pits into the peach forest in Wuhui Creek. No one knew how this peach forest grew up, as if it had suddenly appeared accidentally. The flying petals shimmered like waves in the sunlight, and were the only warm color in the cold Wuhui Creek.
She went straight to Wuhui Tower without any hesitation.
As expected, before she even stepped into Wuhui Tower, a cold and sharp sword energy pointed directly at her eyebrows.
"It's me!" Lu Rong shouted hurriedly.
The sword energy instantly transformed into a gentle spring breeze that blew across her face, lifting her hairband and entangling it with the flying petals in mid-air.
Lu Rong breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say that Zhou Li still had some humanity, but before she could take half a step, a long sword appeared in front of her.
"If you are the one, you should change your approach." Zhou Li's cold voice came.
Lu Rong: “???” He is a dog!
"Zhou Li, I'm here to deliver medicine to you! I'm not trying to do anything bad to you." Lu Rong shouted towards Wuhui Tower.
"No need." Zhou Li knew that as long as he got close to her, the strange things in Lu Rong's mind would echo in his mind.
He had just spent a chaotic night in his sea of consciousness last night, and now Lu Rong was the most dangerous existence.
"You!" Lu Rong put his hands on his hips angrily and pointed at Wuhuilou with one hand. "If you say you don't want it, then don't. Besides, this is what my father asked me to give it to you. He was worried that you would be seriously injured. If you don't want to eat it, just take it back and pour it out yourself."
Zhou Li stood by the window and looked at her from afar. When he saw her hands, he suddenly thought of the pink and white fingertips that appeared in his dream last night.
He frowned slightly, his hands on the window, and suddenly realized a problem. Last night, Lu Rong almost broke the mirror, and he saw a fingertip of the woman in his dream.
So that woman is her?
Or will she influence his dreams?
Zhou Li actually didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. He knew his identity and was also very clear that these people protected him because he pretended to be a human being, and a person who was useful to them.
But he is nothing, everything he has is just a mirage.
So his original intention was not to get too close to Lu Rong, but he had to get through the disaster in his dream first, otherwise all his efforts would be wasted.
Lu Rong cursed a few times, then turned around and wanted to leave angrily.
Suddenly, the voice of that stupid system from last time rang in my mind again.
[Congratulations, host! The system repair is close to 99%, beating 99.9% of the hosts in the book world. You only need to answer a few more questions to speed up the repair process, and you may also get a random reward.]
A red progress bar appeared in Lu Rong's mind, showing 99%.
Lu Rong: “?” Do we need to attract a few new users?
Why is there a cut in KPI in the book world?
Although she refused, this stupid system was indeed a human machine and asked questions directly.
[How long is the middle finger of the male protagonist in this article? ]
Lu Rong waited for the four options to come out, and then chose c directly.
But wait a minute... He's in control, there's no choice!
This is a fill-in-the-blank question.
She was in a daze when she felt a cold wind blowing towards her, and then the hilt of the sword in front of her was grasped by a bony hand.
Lu Rong's eyes subconsciously stared at his middle finger.
So long...
Just as Zhou Li was about to look at her fingertips, her exclamation came to his mind.
[Such a long middle finger is perfect for flirting.]
Zhou Li: “?”
He didn't want to dwell on these dirty words, so he put away his sword and said coldly, "Your hand."
"Ah?" Lu Rong was stunned. "What?"
The next moment, her hand was lifted up by his sword, revealing her fingertips.
Lu Rong looked at the sword under her fingertips. The slightly cool feeling made her think a lot.
Zhou Li's fingers must also be cold, so doesn't that mean... alternating hot and cold?
Zhou Li's brows suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly retracted his sword, but it was too late.
The scene that Lu Rong was imagining began to emerge in his mind.
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