"Bang!"
Luo Qingzhou covered his eyes and squatted on the ground.
Xia Chan turned around and left quickly.
After a moment.
Luo Qingzhou stood up, rubbed his eyes, returned to Meixiang Garden, and went into the house to sleep.
Lingchan Moon Palace.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress and was pounding medicine in the room, occasionally lowering her head and sniffing.
There are petals of various colors in the flower basket on the table.
Xia Chan appeared at the door silently.
A long time passed.
Bai Lingfang frowned, put down the pestle in his hand, and muttered to himself, "There is still one ingredient missing."
She clapped her hands, stood up, picked up the flower basket on the table, and was about to go out when she was startled by a figure at the door.
"Chanchan, what are you doing? You scared me to death."
Bailing stroked her chest and added, "I thought the stinky son-in-law was going to sneak into Sese's house again."
Xia Chan looked at her and said nothing.
Bai Ling walked up to her with a flower basket in her hand, got close to her, stared at her little face with wide eyes for a while, and asked, "What's wrong? Were you bullied by your stinky son-in-law?"
Xia Chan still didn't speak.
Bai Ling patted the flower basket in her hand, walked past her and said, "I still have to go pick flowers, so tell me when you've made up your mind."
She went out of the house, picked up the flower hoe in the corridor, hung the flower basket on the hoe, then carried it on her shoulders and staggered out of the yard.
Come to the flower garden.
She looked back and saw the girl following her silently.
Bailing put down her things, put her hands on her waist and said, "Chanchan, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm not your son-in-law, why are you still hesitating? If you don't say it, I'll be angry!"
Xia Chan was silent for a while, then said: "He, is injured..."
The night recedes.
The morning sun showed its face from the top of the mountain, shining brightly.
Luo Qingzhou had just fallen asleep for a short time.
The window was suddenly opened and then closed again.
A figure took off his shoes in front of the window, stepped on the soft blanket, and walked into the inner room.
The beaded curtain sways gently.
The figure stopped in front of the bed, gently pulled aside the curtain, stared at his sleeping face for a while, then took out a small porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and shook it in front of his nose.
After a while.
She climbed onto the bed, lifted his quilt, and looked at his hands.
Those hands were wrapped in thick gauze.
She stretched out her hand and gently removed all the gauze. Looking at the bloody back of her hand, her expression suddenly changed.
She lowered her head, sniffed the medicine on the wound, frowned, took out a medicine bottle from her arms, uncorked it, and poured the powder on it.
Then she took out a bottle of ointment, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and gently applied it on the wound with her fingertips.
After doing all this, she wrapped the gauze again.
The chirping of sparrows could be heard in the courtyard.
She put away her things, took another look at his handsome face while he was sleeping, then she crossed her legs and sat on his waist. Then she bent down, lowered her head, pouted her lips, and prepared to ravage his mouth severely.
But at the moment of touch, she suddenly stopped again.
She stared at his cheek for a long while, then sighed inaudibly, got out of bed and left.
The voices of Xiaodie and Qiu'er talking could be heard in the yard.
She went to the window to get her shoes, went straight out the door, went to the backyard, and left quietly.
Luo Qingzhou slept until noon.
Xiaodie and Qiu'er came in to check on him several times, but seeing that he was sleeping soundly, they did not disturb him.
"The young master must have studied all night last night. Sister Qiu'er, let him sleep and don't disturb him."
"Um."
Two little girls, one wearing an emerald green dress and the other wearing a light yellow dress, were sitting in the corridor, basking in the sun, embroidering flowers, and talking softly.
After Luo Qingzhou woke up, he felt full of energy and the pain in his hands seemed to have completely subsided.
After lunch.
He gave some instructions to the two little girls, then went out and went to the bottom of the lake in Yueye Tingyu Garden.
He entered the stone chamber, dragging two little white rabbits on his feet.
Standing in the dimly lit stone chamber, he closed his eyes and slowly played in his mind the Bull Demon Magic Skills that Sister Yue had translated for him last night.
"Rush violently, pour force into your legs, tighten your elbows and shoulders, attack fiercely, and hit violently with your elbows, shoulders and back..."
"The divine bull swings its tail, confuses the opponent with its fists, coordinates its waist, body, legs and feet, surprises the opponent with a spinning kick..."
Luo Qingzhou first replayed the explanation of the technique in his mind, and then began to practice slowly.
Practice several times, and once he can perform the moves smoothly, start to speed up.
“Swish!”
The sacred bull wags its tail!
He suddenly spun around and kicked out.
The little white rabbit that was biting his shoe flew out, hit the stone wall in front heavily, and then rolled to the ground.
It was unharmed and immediately jumped up again, ready to run over and bite the shoe again.
“Swish!”
Luo Qingzhou threw out a banana.
The little white rabbit immediately changed direction, pounced on the banana, and began to eat it with relish.
"The fierce bull butts at the horns!"
Luo Qingzhou suddenly leaned forward and attacked with both fists.
At noon.
Luo Qingzhou dripped two drops of spiritual liquid, had a simple lunch, rested for a while, and continued to practice.
My internal organs seemed to be breathing in hunger, and streams of heat flowed through my body.
More energy is accumulated in the Dan Sea.
What’s even more amazing is that the muscles that were bulging all over the body began to shrink and flatten.
On the surface, it looks like it was before practicing, but the skin, muscles, fascia, etc. are no longer the same as before.
It was loose, soft and collapsed before, but now it is tight, tough and full of luster.
Although his muscles were atrophied and flattened, Luo Qingzhou could clearly feel the explosive power contained in them becoming stronger and stronger.
It's like everything is compressed together.
The internal force in the Danhai was stirring, and all the acupoints in the body were breathing rapidly.
All signs indicate that he is about to break through!
A day passes in the blink of an eye.
In the evening.
Luo Qingzhou finished his practice, his soul left his body, and entered the middle passage again. He wanted to see if there were any changes in the tomb, or if it would turn into another space.
But to his disappointment, it was still the same cemetery inside, with nothing unusual.
After his spirit returned to his body, he waited for a while.
After it got dark outside, he brought the two little white rabbits and entered the middle passage again.
Still no other space appeared.
Luo Qingzhou calmed down, and knocked the two little white rabbits off his shoes with one punch each. He then threw a few fruits and left the secret passage.
After taking a shower, I returned to Meixiang Garden.
Night falls.
A silver moon rises above the branches.
Eat, take a bath, and absorb the energy from the potion.
When Xiaodie was scrubbing his body, she saw the bandage on his hand and was dismissed by him with just a few words.
The main thing is that his hands don’t seem to hurt anymore and he can move them freely.
After seeing this, the little girl didn't ask any more questions.
After taking a bath and packing up, Xiaodie asked, "Master, do you want me to sleep with you tonight?"
After a pause, she said in a shy voice, "Master, you are injured. You don't need to move. I will do it."
Luo Qingzhou refused.
These days he needs to conserve his energy and prepare for the sprint!
The body refining is about to break through.
The soul is about to break through.
At this critical moment, we can no longer indulge in the gentleness of life.
After the little girl left.
While his body was still hot from absorbing the potion, he immediately returned to bed and began breathing in and out, activating the energy converted from the potion to temper his internal organs.
Nearing midnight.
His soul left his body, left the Qin Mansion and went to Yuanyang Tower.
The moon-white figure was already waiting for him on the eaves.
The two flew towards the temple in the outer city, one in front and one behind.
Luo Qingzhou didn't know what her mood was today, so he remained silent all the way and didn't dare to say anything.
After arriving at the bell tower of the temple.
The Yuebai figure remained silent and simply set up a light curtain around him.
Luo Qingzhou floated down and was about to take out the pair of silk stockings, but he glanced at her, then replaced the stockings with the snow-white handkerchief and put it in his mouth.
There was silence in the bell tower for a while.
Luo Qingzhou was just about to spit out his handkerchief to speak when, with a "ding" sound, the bell finally rang.
He flew out.
The terrible sound wave ravaged his soul.
But strangely, the pain tonight didn't seem as severe as the previous two nights.
The body was still being squeezed, rolled, pulled and hit. Although it was still painful, it seemed to be within the tolerable range.
He looked at the handkerchief in his mouth.
This snow-white handkerchief exudes a warm luster and unique fragrance.
"when-"
"when-"
This time, it lasted for half an hour.
The bells stopped.
Luo Qingzhou collapsed to the ground, his stretched body slowly shrinking and returning to its original shape.
After sitting there for a while, he got up from the ground, took off the handkerchief in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Sister Yue, can this handkerchief of yours help me bear some of the pain?"
The moon-white figure said in a cold voice: "Yes."
Luo Qingzhou asked again: "Then will the effect of my practice be slightly weaker than last night and the night before?"
The white figure said calmly: "No."
Luo Qingzhou fell silent.
The bell tower fell into silence again.
After a long while, Luo Qingzhou looked at her dimly and said, "Sister Yue, why didn't you tell me earlier? Did you do it on purpose to make me feel more pain?"
The moon-white figure looked at him and said, "Your own first choice was to bite her socks, wasn't it?"
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"Sister Yue, look, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
Luo Qingzhou changed the subject. Seeing that she didn't look up, he boldly flattered her and said, "I believe that if Sister Yue reveals her face, it will be more beautiful than the moonlight tonight."
"when-"
The bell suddenly rang again!
Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled, and he hurriedly bit the handkerchief in his mouth.
Another half hour passed.
Luo Qingzhou collapsed to the ground, dying, and never dared to speak again.
"when-"
After a moment's rest, the bell rang again.
I tempered it four times in total tonight.
Luo Qingzhou went through life and death four times, but compared to last night and the night before, it was still much better.
After the end.
The Yuebai figure still said nothing and left.
Luo Qingzhou rested in the bell tower for a while, and after he recovered some strength, he got up and left.
While flying slowly, he couldn't help but take out the communication treasure and complain to Sister Yue: Xiaoyue, your sister is so abominable! Biting her handkerchief can relieve the pain, but she didn't tell me, making me live a life worse than death for two whole nights! If I couldn't beat her, I would have kicked her in the ass and kicked her out of the city.
After a while.
The message came back: Haha, brother, I support you! But for the time being, I have to endure the humiliation, live in disgrace, and lick her well. When I am more powerful than her in the future, I will take revenge and ravage her, making her kneel down and call me grandpa! Hahaha…
Luo Qingzhou: Hehe! Just let her call me brother.
When he was almost at Yuanyang Tower, he quickly put away his things.
A moon-white figure stood on the eaves, cold as snow, her white skirt fluttering, staring at him motionlessly.