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Seven emotions and six desires.

These thirteen calamities of passion seem to be coming again.

Yang Miaozhen seemed to be deep in the sea of ​​flowers, being beaten by violent storms and watered by gentle wind and drizzle.

Her body and mind belonged to the man in the fateful marriage. She hugged the man's waist tightly, wishing that he could be melted into her flesh and blood.

Zhao Wujiang gently tidied Yang Miaozhen's messy hair, tucked her wet hair behind her ears, and looked at this charming and unparalleled face with unscrupulous eyes.

Yang Miaozhen's eyes were burning, and she stared blankly at Zhao Wujiang, who was as gentle as jade, wishing she could fall into those deep smiling eyes. She was so tender and tender, without a trace of coldness:

"If you can't pass the third level tomorrow, I won't be a saint and leave it to Chen Dong'er. I'll just be an ordinary disciple of the individual sect."

"You have so little confidence in me?" Zhao Wujiang touched Yang Miaozhen's delicate body, ice muscles and jade bones. The touch was smooth and smooth, making people's hearts ripple.

"The difficulty lies in the three levels of pass: heart, strength, and fate." Yang Miaozhen explained:

"The heart is about asking the mind. I have looked at your qi using the Qi-gazing technique, and I know that you are clear. There is no problem in asking about the mind.

As for strength, strength means that with your cultivation level, you are invincible among your peers in the human sect. However, I am worried that some elders may trip you up and replace this level with other more difficult levels.

And Yuan is Tao Yuan, Da Yuan pays attention to the compatibility with Taoism, and is mostly judged by Taoism. You have to pass the level tomorrow, and you have never been exposed to Taoism, how can you pass the level of Tao Yuan?"

"Then you can teach me." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly. He always believed that different paths lead to the same goal, and he should be able to use the Formless Prajna Sutra to speed up his learning of Taoism.

"If I don't become a saint, you don't need to pass these three levels. You must know that it is difficult for ordinary people to learn a Taoist technique." Yang Miaozhen smiled softly and shook his head.

"Having you is already a great blessing from God. How can I let you give up the position of a saint for me?" Zhao Wujiang hugged Yang Miaozhen tightly and said seriously:

"Besides, will the Taoist companions of the Renzong Saint be ordinary people?"

Yang Miaozhen listened to Zhao Wujiang's sincere words, the water in her long autumn eyes was swaying, she pressed her red lips hard on Zhao Wujiang's mouth, and opened Zhao Wujiang's lips and teeth with her soft tongue.

The two hugged each other, and after a few breaths, their lips parted. Yang Miaozhen said with both shame and anger:

"I will teach you the dual cultivation method of Taoism."

Zhao Wujiang felt Yang Miaozhen's hips rubbing and twisting as he sat on his waist. He pretended to be confused and asked:

"Can this dual cultivation method be demonstrated at that time?"

"Don't worry!" Yang Miaozhen was embarrassed, exhaling like blue, panting heavily, looking for a match, while explaining:

"The dual cultivation method was born out of the ancient Fang Zhongshu. During the practice, yin and yang complement each other, which is beneficial to both Taoists and Taoists...

The secret method of the Hehuan Sect in Jianghu was created by meditating on the dual cultivation method of our Taoist sect, but the yin and yang are not coordinated, and most of them use yin to supplement yang, which goes against the principle of yin and yang."

It seems that after learning these two cultivation methods, I can go back and teach Su Huayi. She has taught me a lot of cultivation skills in return. A beautiful woman is kind and kind... Zhao Wujiang pinched Yang Miaozhen as soft and boneless as a water snake.

How could I miss another woman while practicing dual cultivation with Yang Miaozhen?

This is not my fault, it is my great kindness and I want to give all my beauties a home.

There are thousands of mansions in Ande, and all the women who shelter me are happy.

Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly, and just as he was about to use his strength, Yang Miaozhen pressed his chest and said softly:

"Don't move, feel it carefully, and appreciate the flow of yin and yang."

Zhao Wujiang nodded.

Yang Miaozhen's charming eyes were as silky as silk, and her delicate body was stained with spring red. She sat down, raised her neck, frowned, and hummed.

The beauty was grinding and pounding the medicine, Zhao Wujiang thought about it and realized that it was indeed similar to the secret method of the Hehuan Sect.

He had a thorough mind and understood the truth within a few breaths. Based on the secret method of Hehuan Sect, he roughly learned the dual cultivation method with the help of the Formless Prajna Sutra.

He couldn't bear the beauty's fatigue, so he pressed her down instead.
Chapter completed!