Chapter 188 Brother Xiao, you are here
Ye Xiaoman knew what Jiaying was talking about. He wanted to teach her his skills.
Ye Xiaoman was very familiar with the matter of passing on skills. When she was in the Qingzheng Sect, Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing helped her pass on skills all day long, and with this, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.
The process of passing on the skills is also a pleasurable experience for both body and mind.
She really likes to be taught skills.
It just so happened that after her cultivation reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, the difficulty of advancing increased. I heard that geniuses with natural spiritual roots would be stuck at least half a year at each level after the seventh level of Qi Refining. She was not very patient and welcomed one more person to help her improve.
Jiaying saw Ye Xiaoman looking at him with her arms resting on her head, with an innocent look on her face.
He felt that he was sinful and filthy, and was seducing an innocent girl into falling into the abyss of love with him.
Reluctantly, he drifted alone in the burning sea of love.
But at the same time, he had evil thoughts. This was a man's bad nature. Seeing that the woman was ignorant, he had evil thoughts of teasing her and trying to lure her into the world of love with his body.
Even because he was the first to enlighten her, he was the first and only man who had her - as soon as this thought came to his mind, every cell in his body began to boil.
Jiaying was tortured by all these despicable thoughts. For the first time, he personally realized the unbearableness of men in this world. He was in pain...
I couldn't help but walk towards the abyss step by step.
His whole body was burning, his mind was fuzzy, he turned his eyes away, not daring to look at her. For the first time, he did not dare to trust his Buddha heart.
Ye Xiaoman teased him deliberately: "If you want to teach me the skills, then teach me the skills. What's the big deal? Jiaying, why is your face so red?"
Jiaying's Adam's apple slid, and he turned his face away embarrassedly. "The transmission of power among cultivators is not that simple. It requires spiritual communication and the fusion of souls..."
Ye Xiaoman was so adorable that she almost burst into laughter. She pretended to be confused and said, "It doesn't seem to be a big deal."
Jiaying's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. "Yes, it's spiritual practice."
He finally overcame the meanness in his heart, wrapped himself in the quilt like a cocoon, closed his eyes tightly, and said, "Sleep."
Ye Xiaoman pretended to be curious: "Why?"
"Jiao Yanxia, I am a man."
Jiaying is really innocent and only dares to think about things.
Even if he was taken advantage of, when he thinks back on today later, he will only blame him for not respecting himself and leading others astray.
Ye Xiaoman lay on his quilt and touched his thin eyelids.
She said seriously, "Master Jiaying, please get up and don't be lazy. I really want to make progress."
She pulled at his quilt, and he finally turned his face away, but his eyes were still closed.
She saw him twirling Buddhist beads and chanting Buddhist scriptures. In comparison, her actions seemed like those of a demon.
She pulled a gap in his quilt, put her hand in, and touched his collar.
Jiaying is really perceptive.
She was easily awakened with one click.
Jiaying's Buddhist scriptures are broken.
Ye Xiaoman continued to tease him.
"Holy monk, why don't you dare look at me?"
Jiaying opened his eyes. There was a faint cold fragrance on his body, like a snow-capped mountain in an uninhabited area, his white clothes were cold and he had a kind of otherworldly indifference.
When Ye Xiaoman's fingers touched the teardrop mole under his eyes.
Flames rose from his eyes.
Ye Xiaoman seemed unaware of the approaching danger and took the initiative to hold his fingers together, ready to pass on her skills.
"Master Jiaying, please don't cry later."
…
A voice of gloating.
"Jiaying, look at you, why are you crying again?"
"Hey, I'm just teasing you, don't get angry."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Is that not okay?"
"Aren't you a monk?"
"Do you want to hear your movements?"
"Why is it burned like this?"
…
At the end, there was the sound of dying.
"Jiaying, it's almost dawn."
"Please, please stop for a moment."
"What! I told you to stop, not to feed me the Da Huan Dan."
"I've already taken two bottles of pills. If this continues, someone will die!"
“Ouch!”
…
Early in the morning, Ye Xiaoman arrived at Prince Ji Wenyi's Mansion on time with two distinct dark circles under her eyes.
I feel like my body is being hollowed out.
She is now mainly talking to Ji Wenyi, fighting with him every day, her brain cells are burning rapidly, and she cannot relax at all.
Now there is one more Jiaying.
Even though he is a monk, he went crazy after tasting the sweetness.
After transferring all the accumulated spiritual energy to her last night, according to ordinary people's thinking, he should have stopped, but he ignored the harm to his body and forcibly burned his true energy.
This is the first time I have encountered someone trembling with fear for his life.
Jiaying, do you have any other surprises that I don’t know about?
Ye Xiaoman yawned loudly, with crystal clear saline solution at the corners of her eyes.
She stood in the garden and waited for a while, then saw Ji Wenyi walk in.
She also knew why Ji Wenyi called her over so early this morning.
But when I saw Ji Wenyi, I saw his unique walking technique, and I felt good.
Ji Wenyi stopped a few steps away from her and looked at her.
Ye Xiaoman understood that Ji Wenyi would never waver in his noble character, and the next few steps would require her to take the initiative to approach him.
So she walked towards her, yawning.
Ji Wenyi looked at her coming and hypnotized himself in his heart: he was just acting with her, he played the role of an affectionate lover and lured her into the game, and everything he did was to bring Ji Weiming back to the right path.
What was she? He had never liked her. He had never felt the slightest attachment to her.
He felt something was wrong yesterday. He had just gotten used to her making a fuss around him.
He sorted out his thoughts, made clear his goals, and was determined to win the game before he reached out to Ye Xiaoman.
Ye Xiaoman, as usual, ran towards Ji Wenyi's arms, holding up her white skirt.
Ji Wenyi's hand hugged her back after a while.
He looked down at Ye Xiaoman, who was clearly in a state of exhaustion in his arms, and asked, "What did you do last night?"
Your Divine Realm Imperial Master smells really good.
Ye Xiaoman rubbed her eyes. In Ji Wenyi's view, she looked listless and even more fragile. "I practiced all night."
"You have useless spiritual roots all over your body. Instead of working hard, why not ask me for some natural treasures?"
Ji Wenyi picked up Ye Xiaoman and weighed her in his arms. She didn't weigh much.
Ye Xiaoman hugged his neck and was about to reply, trying to portray the character of a self-reliant little white flower.
Xiao Chujing's voice came out of nowhere, "Brother Ji."
Ye Xiaoman shuddered suddenly and forgot what she was going to say to Ji Wenyi. She felt like she was pierced through the heart by an arrow and nailed to the turntable of fate.
The blood suddenly turned cold.
Above his head, he heard Ji Wenyi reply, "Brother Xiao, you're here."
You're going to die, Ji Wenyi, why didn't you tell me when you called Xiao Chujing!
Now you are happy. You don’t have to go to great lengths to kill me. Just plan for Ji Weiming to do it himself.
After today, just ask Ji Weiming to celebrate the seventh day after my death.
Ye Xiaoman was not moved and did not dare to move at all.
She judged that Xiao Chujing was right behind her, neither too far nor too near. She tried to shrink into Ji Wenyi's arms as much as possible, being as transparent as possible.
Ji Wenyi and Xiao Chujing didn't care about Ye Xiaoman's life or death, they were talking.
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