Looking at such a charming woman, with her charming eyes, her cute pouting, her pitiful face, Zhang Yuan had forgotten her age long ago. He bowed his head and sucked her pink lips again. Ruojing actively spit out a little pink tongue, let Zhang Yuan suck it, and at the same time Zhang Yuan's palm slid between her legs and touched the softest part of the woman. The middle finger and index finger hooked in. The spring that started to wet...
After a while, Zhang Yuan let go of her, looking at Ruo Jing panting, her face blushing, and the spring tide in her eyes, she said softly: "Sister Ning, my name is Zhang Yuan."
Ruojing stretched out her white pink round arms, stroked Zhang Yuan’s face, looked at Zhang Yuan carefully, and then smiled a little tiredly, “Don’t think I’m about the same age as the old fairy, but I’m really innocent, hundreds of years ago. I know that I am pondering piano and chess paintings, poems and songs, and I will concentrate on practicing Buddhist scriptures for the next few hundred years. I really don't like to see those ugly conspiracies. I hate them."
Looking at this woman who still maintains a pure young girl's heart, Zhang Yuan is actually really eager to get into her body, comfort her, love her, and enjoy the happiness of connecting men and women together with her, but because of the great disparity in skill, It can't be like that, it's terrible.
At this time, Ruojing said, "Although that is the case, I am not stupid. Your attitude makes me believe in the truth of your words. And thinking back to that year, he really spent all day thinking about how to make men practice joyful meditation He sighed bitterly, and said sadly: "Why do I love such a man? "
Ruo Jing lowered his head but saw Zhang Yuan's high-holding dragon head protruding from the zipper slit of his pants.
"If there is a suitable man, I really want to get out." Ruojing looked at Zhang Yuan's underside with greedy eyes, then moved and retracted, holding the thing with her hand, and placing her face flushed. The pretty face grinding...
One black and one white, one beautiful and one ugly, the contrast is very strong. Ruojing's face is hot and the thing is even hotter. Zhang Yuan looked down and felt exceptionally excited. Every click of Ruojing made him feel strong. He took a breath and asked, "Sister Ning, why did you just say that the human body can only endure ten thousand years of skill?"
Ruo Jing stretched out the tip of her small tongue and touched Zhang Yuan’s top, causing Zhang Yuan to tremble comfortably, and then smiled mischievously and said, "My master said, in fact, the sea of Qi and Dantian has capacity, although this is The small universe of the human body is not as infinite as the universe. The capacity of a human being is 10,000 years of skill. It is like a basin. It is a basin of water if it is filled up. It will be lost and wasted in vain."
"Oh, there is actually this limitation." Zhang Yuan added some knowledge this time, but he didn't understand it again, "What is the definition of Wannian gong power? The speed of each person's cultivation, their own talents, and the skills they learn. There are differences, how can we determine these ten thousand years of skill?"
"Actually, Wannian skill refers to the skill accumulated by a cultivator with average talent and average speed in the sea of Qi for ten thousand years. In fact, I also think that such a statement is not rigorous and unscientific. Area, those are all standard units of measurement, but the concept of skill is very vague. I can't figure out how many catties you have, how many taels you have. This vague term has been used since ancient times.
"Indeed." Zhang Yuan nodded, "This statement is not accurate, just like your 500-year skill, is it 501 or 502, or 500 years and three months?"
If you laugh quietly, "Hehe, you can gather many practitioners to create a standard unit of measurement in the future. It is easy to read on your mobile phone: it is called Zhang Yuan. How much is my skill? There are 500 yuan. How much is your skill? Ten thousand yuan, huh, okay?"
"That Zhang Yuan is so much, I'm afraid that Sister Ning won't be able to eat it..."
"It's a bit overwhelming. Your skill is too high. My sister doesn't want to be a corpse anymore. Even if I die, I have to die more beautifully, right?"
"Don't say dead."
The two talked, but they did not stop. At this moment, Ruojing left Zhang Yuan and pointed to the small square table to let Zhang Yuan sit down. Then she crawled over like a little white lamb, helped Zhang Yuan untie the belt and put his pants. The whole faded.
Ruo Jing makes people feel very gentle and tidy. She took off Zhang Yuan’s pants and did not throw them around, but roughly folded them, and put them on the floor on the side. Then they knelt and moved over and stripped Zhang Yuan’s shorts. Got it down and put it aside.
Zhang Yuan didn't take off his shirt while wearing his shirt, but the bottom was already naked, and then if quietly retracted between Zhang Yuan's legs, he intently kissed with his small mouth little by little.
Zhang Yuan asked again at this time, "According to this, no matter how deep a person's cultivation is, he will have ten thousand years of skill? Are there any exceptions?"
Ruojing replied: "Of course there are exceptions. From ancient times to the present, how many earth-shaking and powerful characters can be used by them? I heard that many masters have reached the limit, and they will use a kind of ice crystal called Xiantian. Abnormal treasures increase their skill capacity, and such rare treasures are extremely rare. Even if they happen to be encountered, it depends on the quality of the ice crystal. The poor quality can only increase the skill for hundreds of years, and the best quality can give it. The user adds a second sea of air with one hundred thousand years of skill."
"You know so much."
"Long Baichuan told me at that time." Ruojing said, lowering her head. She didn't open her mouth wide and swallowed it, but closed her lips slightly, and then slowly lowered her head, taking the fiery heat into her mouth. .
Zhang Yuan breathed out a rough breath comfortably, which was too cool, especially when he squeezed in. After entering, he immediately felt Ruojing’s dexterous little tongue greeted him, wrapped Zhang Yuan, and grind...
At this moment, Ruo Jing suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised her head and said, "Oh, Long Baichuan also told me at that time that his master Tiangan Daochang had obtained an extremely rare innate ice crystal, and the skill that can be stored can reach 100,000 years. "
Zhang Yuan blinked, as if thinking of something, "How do you use this ice crystal?"
"I heard that it is swallowed, so that another sea of qi can be added to the stomach."
"Oh, what if the owner of this ice crystal dies?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
"This ice crystal is just a container. If you leave the human body, you can't store your gong power, so your gong power will naturally disappear when you die."
"No." Zhang Yuan asked, holding the corner of his shirt hanging down, "I'm asking if this person dies, take out the innate ice crystals from his stomach, can others still use it?"
"I don't know about that." Ruo Jing said in a daze, "It should be possible. This is a strange treasure that absorbs the spiritual energy of the world and will not be digested, but is this a bit disgusting?"
"It's a bit disgusting, but those guys don't care about it, well, there is..."
"Oh, are you annoying, sister just ate it in." Ruojing complained. Zhang Yuan lowered his head to see that her saliva was already covered by her side, and it looked like a candied haws covered with a layer of sugar juice.
Zhang Yuan laughed, "There is one last question. If Long Baichuan finds a way for men to practice blissful Zen, will he have more than ten thousand years of skill in a hundred miles of crazy cultivation?"
If he quietly pondered for a while, he replied: "If he only practices Huanxi Zen, he won’t have ten thousand years of kung fu even if he has practiced crazy for a hundred years, but if he can practice both their mind-controlling kungfu and Huanxi Zen at the same time, Combined, it should be able to achieve several times the effect, so I think it should be possible to achieve ten thousand years of skill, but so many young women have suffered."
Zhang Yuan nodded and did not speak, then looked at Ruojing, who also looked at him, and then he looked back, and finally Zhang Yuan smiled, "Why, should Sister Ning take the money first and then serve?"
Ruo Jing flicked angrily and said, "Am I waiting for your question? My sister hasn't eaten this for a hundred years. I broke the vow for you today. Can you afford it?"
"Then let my sister eat enough." Zhang Yuan stood up after speaking, and then slowly pushed forward against her rosy lips with his hands supporting the quiet face like a pollen...
In the room where Miko lived temporarily.
"What? You encountered the train kidnapping case of Aum Shinrikyo?" Miko does not have a TV here, so she was surprised to hear the news.
"Yes, Zhang Yuan and I cooperated tacitly,... we killed more than a dozen criminals one by one, and finally we mixed up with the crowd before the counter-terrorism troops arrived." Yumiko gave a brief account of the situation, but she concealed something. Important plot, if I let my sister know that she has been touched by him, it would be really shameful. Because of the lack of plot in the middle, Yumiko naturally added a large part of the story of how she is brave and courageous heroine who is not afraid of hardships and dangers. It feels like Zhang Yuan Instead, it became her supporting role.
But Miko did not hear the flaws in the story of her sister. She lowered her head and thought for a while and said: "Although you are a killer, Zhang Yuan's abilities are good, but you should be careful when you encounter these terrorists in the future. They are all desperate masters. Aum Shinrikyo taught me something. Their older masters planned and implemented the Tokyo subway gas case more than ten years ago. They were imprisoned by the government and have not been released yet, and the old master’s youngest son was detained. Supported as the second leader, because the old Asahara is not dead yet, so those believers like to call the second leader as the minor leader."
Miko took a sip of tea and continued: "Last year, I received a mission from the Patriarch to stab the little leader. After the mission was successful, there was chaos within Aum Shinrikyo. The next two apologetic mages were vying to win the title. Three generations of the leader, and want to obtain the 300 billion yen property of Aum Shinrikyo, so I guess they will launch large-scale operations in the near future, so you must be careful."
Miko's guess was not wrong, but she did not expect that the large-scale operation would be directed at them.