When Mu Xiaoyao walked out of Fang Jie's room in the twilight of the morning, her face still had an intoxicating red charm. And this scene happened to be seen by Shen Qingfan. She looked at Mu Xiaoyao's graceful back, and then at the room with the open door. The next second, she walked in without hesitation.
"One spring night?"
Seeing Fang Jie lying on the bed with a weird expression on his face, Shen Qingfan walked over while asking.
Fang Jie was taken aback, and said with some annoyance, "Can't you be more pure?"
Shen Qingfan tossed her long hair, sat down beside Fang Jie and said with a smile, "Since you have the ability to do it, don't you have the guts to admit it? Don't say you are moral, let alone you are not good at it."
While speaking, she raised her hand and slowly slid over Fang Jielu's chest muscles outside the quilt. Her fingers are long and beautiful, and the movement of gently sliding over her chest muscles is somewhat sensual in any way. Fang Jie, who was already a bit angry, was even more depressed when he was teased by this action. He looked into Shen Qingfan's eyes and said very seriously: "Do you believe that I have the strength to strip you naked and beat you upside down?"
Shen Qingfan's eyes stayed on a high upright part of the thin quilt, and he couldn't help chuckling and said, "I believe it."
Her fingers lightly slid across Fang Jie's lips, and rested on Fang Jie's earlobes along her cheeks, flicking gently. Fang Xie's face turned red for a rare occasion, his lips were embarrassed, his earlobes were embarrassed, especially the position where Shen Qingfan's eyes stayed made him even more embarrassed. Getting up in the morning is quite normal for a fit and young man. Besides, not so long ago there was a graceful beauty lying beside him.
Seeing that Xiao Fang Xie was breathing heavily after being teased by herself, Shen Qingshan stopped her hand just right, stood up very gracefully, turned around and left just like that. What annoyed Fang Xie the most was that she stopped when she walked to the door. Stopped, turned around and smiled sweetly: "You know that I am very weak now, if you do something tyrannical, I will naturally find it difficult to resist. So if you ask if you believe it or not, strip me of my clothes, I believe it, but it's a pity...you don't have this Courage. And... now I also believe that there is really nothing between you and Mu Xiaoyao."
She glanced provocatively at a certain place under Fang Jiebo's quilt, and then pouted with a bright smile, not knowing what it meant.
Watching Shen Qingfan leave, Fang Jie lifted the quilt and looked at a place as hard as iron, and couldn't help but sighed: "If you are so hungry, why didn't you just lift the quilt away yourself?"
pick apart...
This made him couldn't help laughing.
The relationship between him and Mu Xiaoyao was really innocent last night, and he really obeyed Mu Xiaoyao's order, but stroked the two lumps of softness through the clothes a few times, before he put his hands into the clothes. Grasping the plumpness firmly, he was kicked into the bed by Mu Xiaoyao without showing any mercy.
I don't know if he was really exhausted to the extreme, but Fang Jie actually fell asleep in such a fragrant atmosphere. Or maybe the body fragrance on Mu Xiaoyao really had a sleeping effect, and he slept very sweetly this time. When she opened her eyes, Mu Xiaoyao was already sitting on the edge of the bed and arranging her clothes. In the gap of the front of her clothes which was slightly opened, she could see a piece of fair and tender skin.
Fang Jie glanced greedily and fiercely, and he found that Mu Xiaoyao looked at him with some intriguing resentment in his eyes. Then this beauty, who made it impossible to figure out her thoughts, kicked Fang Jie into the bed. Mu Xiaoyao blushed for some reason, and gave Fang Jie a hard look, got up and left.
Until now, Fang Jie still didn't understand why Mu Xiaoyao stared at him, kicked him, and blushed...
After getting up and getting dressed, Fang Jie tried to move his body a few times and he was relieved when he found that there was nothing uncomfortable. Lifting the broken knife given to him by the old cripple on the table, he jumped directly from the rear window on the second floor into the small backyard. The moment his feet hit the ground, Fang Xie felt his body was full of strength.
Holding the broken knife, he practiced the left-hand Yishi knife for an hour. Then after another half an hour of practicing the right-hand one-style sword, the sun has risen quite high in the east. Fang Jie, who was sweating all over, felt that he was in good shape and couldn't help but want to shout a few times. He almost subconsciously punched a thick locust tree in the backyard hard.
Then... Fang Xie couldn't help but stare blankly, looking at the bowl-sized hole in the locust tree that he punched out, his eyes were full of disbelief.
He looked down at his fist and found that it didn't even scratch the flesh.
Am I really practicing
He couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, and then denied the idea.
I can't feel the vitality of heaven and earth, so I can't transform the vitality of heaven and earth into inner strength for my own use. The so-called practice is the process of transforming the vitality of heaven and earth into inner strength. He can't perceive anything, not even a sea of energy, so how can he practice
Second floor rear window.
Looking at Fang Jie who was standing stupidly in the backyard, Shen Qingshan couldn't help but turned to look at Mu Xiaoyao beside him: "Can you... can you see what's wrong with him?"
Mu Xiaoyao shook her head slowly, but she couldn't find the answer either.
At this moment, the big dog leaning against the window suddenly remembered something: "Xiao Yao, do you remember that before Fang Jie left Fan Gu, he mentioned to us that he met an expert in the Yunji dog meat shop, It is the person who forcibly broke the poisonous Gu in his body, what did he eat?"
"Fang Jie said a while ago that that person is most likely Yang Qi, Prince Zhong of the Great Sui Dynasty who disappeared ten years ago."
Big Dog asked: "Is it true that the food he gave Fang Jie... made Fang Jie change his physique?"
Shen Qingshan was silent for a while and said: "There are only a handful of panaceas in this world that can change your physique."
"The bodhi child of the Buddhist sect, the little golden elixir of the Taoist sect."
Mu Xiaoyao looked at the young fairy outside and said seriously: "All I know are these two elixir."
"The little golden pill has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life, there is no doubt about it."
Big Dog shook his head and said, "But I've never heard of it being able to change a person's physique. No matter how you think about it, it's an impossible thing. As for Bodhisattva... it's even more impossible."
Upstairs they talked in low tones, with concern in their tones.
While Fang Jie seemed to be standing stiff in the backyard, in fact, he was constantly thinking about what happened to him, why did his body change so much? When he was in Fan Gu, the young man who only dared to hide in the dark and shoot cold arrows at horse thieves, now feels like his body is like a horizontal knife out of its sheath, and it is also an extremely hard giant shield.
He slowly stretched out his fingers against the locust tree, and the muscles on his right arm instantly exerted force in one direction, and his fingers suddenly sank into the big tree, as if piercing a piece of tofu.
Still can't feel any vitality of heaven and earth, still can't feel any inner strength.
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After Fang Jie had lunch, he talked to Mu Xiaoyao and the others, took Qilin out of the shop, and walked along the street seemingly aimlessly. He stopped from time to time to look at the things on the roadside stalls, picked two pendants that were not worth much but were not badly made, and planned to give them to Mu Xiaoyao and Shen Qingfan when he went back.
With an eye-catching big man like Qilin by his side, he couldn't escape the attention of others wherever he went. Fang Jie couldn't help turning his head and smiling at Qilin: "Brother Qilin, I still have to take you with me when I go out. These beautiful girls on the street will look at you the first time, and they will look at me the second time. It's very cool."
Qilin smiled honestly and said: "When we fled with Mo Ningzhi pretending to be you, Shen Qingfan said that because I was too eye-catching, I couldn't hide from those chasing soldiers wherever I went. Just look at me, and I will forget it in three years." No."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "She can also joke?"
Qilin shook his head and said, "I can do it now. When she said this before, I could feel that she might stab me to death with a sword at any time."
Fang Jie was silent.
"Fang Jie, I've always been very strange. During the three years we were together, Shen Qing's fan was as cold as a sword in her hand. One day from sunrise to sunset, maybe she wouldn't say a word to us. Three Over the years, she just kept killing people. Not only me, but also Hengchou told me that no one would have guessed whether one day Shen Qingfan would suddenly go crazy and kill us one by one. But since she After finding you, why does it seem like a different person?"
When mentioning the stick, Qilin's eyes dimmed.
Fang Jie stopped, thought carefully, and found that Shen Qingshan in his impression was not as violent as Qilin said. There is a glamorous side, but also a very enchanting side.
"Fang Jie, Mo Ningzhi once said... The reason why Shen Qingfan is so ruthless is because she is unwilling to protect a fake person."
After Qilin finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze.
When Fang Jie was still recollecting the meaning of Qilin's words, Qilin touched his shoulder. He raised his head and found that Qilin's eyes were staring straight ahead in embarrassment.
Fang Jie followed Qilin's line of sight and found someone standing there not far away looking at him.
A very beautiful woman.
"Mo... Mo gelatin."
Qilin stammered out the name, which made Fang Jie's heart tense for no reason.
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This is a tea house that is not lively, the furnishings are simple but clean. At a table by the window, Fang Jie and Mo Ningzhi sat facing each other.
Qi Lin and Ye Xiao Tie Nu stood at the door of the teahouse, very silent and did not talk.
Fang Jie has never been short of pleasing beauties since he was a child, especially Mu Xiaoyao and Shen Qingshan. But the beauty of the two of them does not belong to the same category as the woman in front of them. Fang Jie thought for a long time before he had to admit that the beauty of Mu Xiaoyao and Shen Qingfan is in the world. And the beauty of foam and fat is not in the world.
She was wearing a taoist gown worn by a low-level disciple of the Taoist sect, which was plain and without any decoration. The long hair was tied in a bun on the top of the head, and the braid hung down smoothly at the back of the head. Although Fang Jie didn't look at that face carefully, he was sure that he couldn't find any flaws on it. Whether it's the skin, the facial features, or the extremely beautiful neck, they are all so perfect that people can't help but admire them. Even though this woman is sitting in this tea house, she doesn't seem to be in the world.
"I know your name is Fang Jie."
It was Mo Ningzhi who spoke first.
She didn't drink the tea in front of her, but looked at Fang Jie's face without showing any disrespect. And this kind of eyes carried a pureness without dirt and dust. Although Fang Jie is sure, this purity is definitely not real. There is no resentment or anger in her eyes. If she is really a person of flesh and blood, why doesn't she have the emotions these people should have
She saved Fang from the danger for three years.
If it were Fang Jie, he was sure that he would not be able to help but want to kill someone.
"Um."
He hummed.
"I know you have always wanted to see what I look like, as if I was also curious about what you looked like before."
Mo Ningzhi said in a gentle and calm tone.
"Just to show me what you look like?"
Fang asked.
Mo Ningzhi shook her head and said, "Tomorrow you will take the exam at the Academy of Martial Arts, right?"
"right."
"Such a major event that determines your future destiny, you will definitely attach great importance to it, right?"
"right."
"So before the exam, you choose to walk in the street. It looks like you are aimless, but you are doing it on purpose. You want to relax yourself and calm your mind enough before the exam. Right? "
she asked again.
"right."
Fang Jie had no choice but to nod his head, and suddenly a strong vigilance arose in his heart. Why can this woman guess her inner thoughts so directly? Why do people who have never met face to face understand themselves so well
"So here I am."
Mo Ningzhi smiled, very beautiful.
"I came here to tell you that the moment you step into the examination room tomorrow, I will go to your shop. Shen Qingfan probably hasn't recovered yet and is very weak. The big dog's injury is more serious and vulnerable. Maybe... You just left home, maybe I will go."
Fang Jie was startled, then shook his head and sighed, "You can't hurt them, I can take them with me."
"Can you bring them into the examination room?"
"Why don't you just target me directly?"
"That's a silly thing to say. If I kill you... how miserable are you?"
"You came to see me just to say these words to disturb my mood and prevent me from preparing for the exam wholeheartedly? I have to say that your approach is a bit naive and ridiculous."
"No."
Mo Ningzhi stood up, looked at Fang Jie and said seriously: "I'm here to collect debts, and... I'm not in a hurry."
After saying this, she turned and walked out of the teahouse.
Fang Xie took a deep breath, but found that he really couldn't calm down, even...he was sure that this woman would not do what she said. Even if... He was sure that this woman was just trying to mess with his mind. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip slowly, sighing that he really couldn't offend a woman.
The threatening words she said were not the means she used to distract the party, but the meaning hidden behind those words.
It boils down to four words.
you owe me.
And her purpose can be summed up in five words.
I'm here to make trouble.