Late at night, in the mountains of Yongxiu County, Guangbian Autonomous Region, the old branch secretary of Qingshui Village carried a coma girl on her back and braved the heavy rain to the small Taoist temple behind the village: "Qingfeng, Qingfeng, open the door to save people! Little madman, he doesn't come out to help his life, and the girl from Widow Liu's family will die!"

The mountain gate of the Taoist temple creaked open, and a little Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and messy hair opened the door and shouted, "What's going on? What's the name of the third update in the middle of the night?"

Before he finished speaking, a woman suddenly flashed out from behind the old branch secretary. The little Taoist priest recognized that this was the widow Liu who was thinking of by the men in the village. She cried: "Tonight, the matchmaker and I were discussing Xiaoyudian's marriage. Unexpectedly, this kid hid behind the eavesdropping. Somehow he went out of breath and it was no longer possible. Xiaodao Master, you want to save our Xiaoyudian!"

Hearing Widow Liu crying, the old branch secretary put down the girl on his back and handed it to Qingfeng's arms: "Qingfeng, the girl of Xie's family is the best student in the village in the past ten years. You can definitely cure her."

Although Qingfeng was disturbed by her dream in the middle of the night, she was helpless. Qingshui Village had a traffic jam and her life was very backward. In the past, only his master, the old man, was a barefoot doctor, who treated the villagers. In 1995, his master passed away, and the burden of treating and saving the disease in the past three years fell on him.

He grabbed the girl's wrist and felt a faint pulse: "This girl's eight-character Taiyin has been hurt by the evil spirits. You two are waiting outside the door. I will ask Grandpa Zhong Kui to catch ghosts now."

Qingfeng hugged the girl and ran into the hall, swept the things on the incense table to the ground, put the unconscious girl on the table, then raised a first aid kit from behind the Sanqing statue, took out many silver needles and disinfected it on an alcohol lamp.

"Boom!" A thunder exploded outside the hall, and the war drum for the Qingfeng to save people was sounded. He made a move like the wind. In a blink of an eye, a silver needle had been stabbed in the girl's forehead and eyebrows, but the little raindrops were not moving at all.

Qingfeng frowned, and he split his hands, and a slight sound came from the hall. The thin shirt of the little raindrops was torn apart by him, revealing the two small hills inside. Qingfeng pressed the girl's left chest with one hand and clenched his fist with the other to hit the back of his hand.

The punch was so powerful that Xiao Yudian's body trembled suddenly, and then he lay down straight and disappeared without movement.

Qingfeng slammed a few times, reached out to pinch the girl's little mouth, lowered her head to do artificial respiration, but was stunned.

The lights were not bright, the little raindrop's face was as white as jade, and there was no trace of blood on the pale face, but it was a beauty. The uninformed Qingfeng was slightly stunned, and then slapped himself hard and pressed his mouth against the girl's little mouth.

After several rounds of artificial respiration and heart pace, the little raindrops still lie stiffly on the incense table without any reaction.

Qingfeng breathed rapidly and was in a very heavy mood. He ran towards the backyard and kicked the study on the left.

The study was filled with various classics and talismans. The breeze flipped through the Tao Te Ching, the Nanhua Sutra, and the Taishang Induction Record all over the sky. Finally, I found a yellowed scroll on the bookshelf. The four ancient seal scripts of "Qian Kun Movement" were written on the outside of the scroll.

Qingfeng ran back to the hall, hurriedly pulled the scroll open, looked at the content of the scroll several times, his handsome face turned red, he cursed "Master Stinky", and then threw the scroll on the ground - on the Qiankun Movement Technique that fell on the ground, drawing a group of pictures of men and women intercourse, with dense luck methods written next to it, which was actually an extremely rare dual cultivation method.

Qingfeng turned his head and looked again. Xiaoyudian almost had only air but not in. Qingfeng clenched his fists, and finally gritted his teeth and took off his Taoist robe, revealing his strong muscles. Then he stretched out his trembling hand, pulled Xiaoyudian's pants and pulled them hard...

The clothes were removed and the pounding light suddenly appeared. The children in Qingshui Village climbed the mountain every day, their legs were firm and elastic. The two smooth and round legs of small raindrops were exposed in the air, hanging on the edge of the incense table and swayed slightly.

Qingfeng, in the posture of the "Qiankun Movement", pinched the little raindrop's ankle, and banged his face, and a ball of three real fire was burned: the girl had a few sparse hairs growing between her legs, and from above, she could see the secrets of her body.

Qingfeng blushed and stabbed his body between Xiaoyudou's legs with his not yet fully prepared. Wherever he went, he felt a cool and moist feeling.

After all, he had a long-term physical condition to cultivate Qi and cultivate the essence. Qingfeng's body quickly became vigorous. But before he could enter much, the young Taoist priest felt that his movements were blocked by something. When he was inexperienced, he felt that he suddenly broke through a layer of obstacles, and his originally dry body was suddenly surrounded by warm liquid.

The girl who was originally exhausted from breath suddenly let out a muffled groan and there was a little movement. Qingfeng looked down and saw Xiaoyudian's face slightly red, and a few bright red spots appeared between his legs. Warm blood was coming out bit by bit with his movements. But then his body no longer responded.

It is important to save people! Qingfeng hurriedly picked up the Qiankun Movement on the ground and continued to flip back. The posture on the scroll became even hotter, making Qingfeng's face red again. But at this moment there was no time to estimate these. According to the picture on the Qiankun Movement, he silently recited the Dharma in his heart, focused his energy, and his body suddenly expanded, becoming like steel and iron. Qingfeng tried to spread the little raindrop's legs, and then used all his strength to rush forward.

This time, Qingfeng's hot body brought more warmth to the dying girl. Perhaps the size of the two sides' bodies was very different, and the feeling of soreness and comfort in the body made the girl hum a low hum. Qingfeng was delighted, it seemed that the scroll left by the master was still useful!

The wind and rain outside the hall were dark, but the color of the Sanqing Hall was boundless. The breeze gradually became more skillful. He kept massaged the chest of the little raindrops with his hands, and accelerated the speed and frequency of force on his waist. At the same time, according to the records in the book, he continued to go deeper and strived to point the red heart every time.

As he moved, his hot body lit up the fire of life that was about to be extinguished by the little raindrops. The little raindrops' body gradually became warmer, and their hands climbed up to Qingfeng's body at some point, and the breath in their mouths became more and more rapid. But the breeze felt it, it was still a little short of it, and it was still a little short of it!

After glanced at the Qiankun Movement Technique next to him, Qingfeng's eyes were a little red, and he panted and turned another page. He quickly looked at the instructions on the page. Qingfeng hugged the soft girl in his arms and warmed her with his own body. After some trouble, Xiaoyudian seemed to have some consciousness. She wrapped her legs around Qingyu's waist. This change made the little Taoist priest happy. He quickly tied his horse stance, hugged the girl's waist and began to bump up and down. Perhaps this feeling of floating in the air gradually restored Xiaoyudian's consciousness. The girl's little hand wrapped around Qingfeng's neck and pressed her soft body against the little Taoist priest's sweaty body.

The wind and rain outside the hall were dark, but the color of the Sanqing Hall was boundless. The breeze gradually became more skillful. He kept massaged the chest of the little raindrops with his hands, and accelerated the speed and frequency of force on his waist. At the same time, according to the records in the book, he continued to go deeper and strived to point the red heart every time.

I don’t know how long it took, the sound of water in the hall and the sound of rain outside the hall. The breeze with red face made a muffled groan. I was silent and determined in my heart. A surging heat surged to the little raindrops under my body. The little raindrops made a sound with the movement of the breeze. The originally pale face was as bright as peach blossoms...
Chapter completed!