I can see the accuracy

"Anyway, my two spiritual lines are of wood attributes, so they shouldn't be mutually exclusive."

An itching in his heart, he couldn't help taking out a small piece of spiritual stone to absorb and nourish the second spiritual thread.

With the nourishment of the spirit stone, this second line is just like blowing up a balloon. It grows fast, and it doesn't take long before it rises to 50 cm.

Before and after he spent two small pieces of spiritual stone, one spiritual stone can be divided into four small pieces.The seven spirit stones he got in Zhongming Mountain, and now only the last one is left.

If his squandering method is known by the family, he must be criticized as a prodigal.

But things that come too easily will never be too cherished.

Although Chen Jing knew that Lingshi was very precious and rare, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart.

In the pubic area, there is a green line on the left and right sides, one cyan and the other tender cyan.It is as if there are two green snakes with bamboo leaves.

Chen Jing tried to use any spiritual line without any obstacles, and even the transition between them was quite smooth.

"Uncle Wen Yan said that different exercises will have contradictions, but I don't feel any contradiction when I use them."

Seeing that it was getting late, he hurried to find Song Yuchen.

When it gets dark, the manor will automatically light up.

Can take the front and back photos like daylight.

When Chen Jing found Song Yuchen by the small bamboo forest, she was just finished.Painted a large ink painting more than two meters long.

Under the light, Song Yuchen's skin was as fair as snow, and his focused look was particularly charming.

"It's beautiful." Chen Jing praised a pun.

"Yeah, before you know it, it's dark. A Jing, do you think it will rain tonight?" Song Yuchen asked him with a smile, two small pear vortices appeared on his tender face.

"Probably not." Chen Jing looked at the sky.

"If you can't, then don't accept these things. I will continue to paint tomorrow, and I am going to draw a long painting like Shanghe Tu on Qingming Festival."

"Okay."

If you want to talk about love, that's obviously it.

Song Yuchen's love for painting is the same as a man's love for playing games. He doesn't feel tired after sitting in front of the computer for a day.

After taking her back to the room, she first took a shower, then walked out of the bathroom wearing a white silk nightdress and stepping on pink rabbit slippers.

Everyone said that beauty is the most beautiful when going out in the bath. When Chen Jing saw her at this moment, she had to admit that she was right.

In the first few days, she would not appear in front of Chen Jing in such a dress.At least he will wear a bottoming suit and leggings inside.

But in the past two days, the weather should have become hotter and hotter, and the two have been living together, and their sense of closeness has once again been upgraded, and there is not so much shyness or guarding.

So today, she didn't wear a base coat, just a silk nightdress.

Under the thin cloth, the bumpy figure is almost exposed.

Chen Jing's eyes were straight.

However, he quickly withdrew his gaze, did not dare to look more, and brought serious matters to her.

When the "Wu Wei Jing" was placed in front of her, she was surprised to cover her mouth with her red tender sandalwood with her hand, and her face was dull: "Ajing, you are not kidding, this scripture is thicker than a dictionary, how to practice? "

"This is a complete book, and you don't want you to write down all of it. It should also be divided into sections, so you should practice according to the breathing and breathing method first. The thickness is a bit thicker, but this "Wuwei Jing" is from A very authentic Taoist classic, at least it will not go wrong."

"okay then."

Song Yuchen climbed onto the bed, barefoot and got up cross-legged.

She is obviously a 26-year-old gentle and familiar little elder sister, but very often, she gives people a youthful and pleasant feeling of a young girl.

Chen Jing sat on the sofa, right across from her.

When she just sat down, the knee-length nightdress was slightly opened because of her movement.

Between the surprises, there seemed to be a pink peach blossom that caught Chen Jing's eyes.

In a daze, he stayed for 3 seconds, then turned his head blushing.

"A Jing, come here, I don't know some words, please translate for me."

"Oh."

Chen Jing walked over and sat down beside her.

Then she pointed to some complicated ancient traditional characters in "Wuwei Jing" and let Chen Jing explain them one by one.

The lingering touch of pink in Chen Jing's mind was absent-minded as if he had lost his soul.

The most important thing is that Song Yuchen was sitting on the bed, with those white calves and the small half of his thighs exposed in the air, close to him.

And just after Song Yuchen took a bath, the scent that radiated from his body continuously attracted his sense of smell.

Involuntarily, he thought of Song Yinbo.

He quickly hugged a pillow and covered it up.

"A Jing, what's the matter with you?" Song Yuchen asked, perhaps feeling something wrong with Chen Jing.

"No... nothing." Chen Jing shook his head quickly.

Song Yuchen looked at him, with a delicate oval face and a flower-like smile: "Why is your face suddenly so red?"

"Ah? Red?" Chen Jing touched it, not only red, it was hot.

"This... is a bit hot," he concealed.

"Hot? It seems to be a little bit, so let's lower the temperature." She twisted and crawled to the bedside table to press the remote control.

In this way, she is in a kneeling position.

Looking at the past from Chen Jing's perspective, that curve, that figure...

Gosh!

He felt the blood all over his body boiling:'Is this the lethality of beauty?How can I spend tonight!'

He turned his head quickly and didn't dare to look more.

"Yeah!"

Song Yuchen suddenly exclaimed and patted the remote control on the wall: "A Jing, it's over, I press too much."

"What is pressing too much?" Chen Jing looked at it, and it turned out that she pressed too much temperature.

It has become 16 degrees!

Today, it’s a bit hot in June, but generally 24 degrees at home is very comfortable.

16 degrees, it is absolutely cold enough to tremble.

"Isn't it all right?" Chen Jing said, trying not to look at the curve behind her.

"Broken, the buttons are useless." She said, patted the remote control on the wall again.

It may be because the house has not been inhabited for a long time, electrical appliances are used less frequently, and it is not surprising that there are problems with electronic products.

She stuck out her tongue cutely and smiled apologetically: "What should I do? The two of us are going to die in the cold tonight."

"amount……"

Chen Jing wanted to say, what's the matter? There are so many bedrooms in this village. If you don't sleep here, can you just change the room?

But Song Yuchen's next sentence made him abruptly accept it.

"At such a low temperature, you definitely can't sleep on the sofa tonight, or you can come to bed too. Anyway, the bed is quite big, well, we are half of us."

As she said, she took a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed, which was considered a boundary.

"Okay... okay." Chen Jing replied a little dry, but also a little excited and nervous.