The cup of Qingji marrow entered the throat, and Wei Wencheng felt a cool air rushing straight into the brain from his abdomen, and his spirit couldn't help but feel excited.

Apart from this glass of wine, there was nothing else. He immediately felt relieved and talked about swordsmanship and fists with Nun Qin and Jiang Zixing.

When the red sun sets in the west, Jiang Zixing was already drunk. Nun Qin and Wei Wencheng looked at each other, but found that there was no drunken red on each other's face.

Nun Qin said to Wei Wencheng: "Although Master Jiang is drunk, the poor nun in Jiangjiazhuang can still be the winner, so how about asking your husband to rest in the village? "

After saying that, Nun Qin clapped his hands, and two girls with drooping lanterns came up to guide Wei Wencheng.

I saw that the courtyard in the village was decorated with bamboo, stone, orchid, and the green tiles and white walls had a unique delicate charm, which was not like those created by people in the green forest.

The two girls led Wei Wencheng to a courtyard, and saw the bamboo wind blowing cool, the path was covered with moss, covering a small pavilion. The window lattice was covered with mica, the ground was covered with jade bluestone, and there were long tables carved with ancient tree roots, and a piano was placed on it. The body of the piano was golden emblem and jade pegs, and the broken patterns were like ice cracks. Two lines of Li were engraved on the belly of the piano. The inscription was "The dragon gate has no branches, and the concubine's jade pegs are ice silk, and I am quiet and happy with my childhood, and I will be friends with you for a hundred years." Later, there was a line of signatures, all in fly heads, which was said to be "Mid-Autumn Festival of the First Year of the Emperor's Day, Tianshui Zi'ang engraved the wife of Zhongji in Oubo Pavilion."

Wei Wencheng played with the guqin, and with his hands freely, the sound of the piano became clearer and louder, and he couldn't help but nod and said, "This guitar is very good. It is undoubtedly Zhao Zi'ang's old thing. I don't think that Miss Qin is also a soulmate."

The two girls ignored them, lit candles everywhere, and then stepped back towards Wei Wencheng's head.

However, under the reflection of the candlelight, the two girls looked beautiful, but their faces were white and faintly blue. They did not look like the skin of living people, but like the blue-white ones on the shell of salt duck eggs. But under the candlelight, they did not leave any shadow.

Wei Wencheng looked at them, waved his hand, and shook his head, "I don't know what kind of mountain spirit monster it was. He was detained by Fu Ling and brought tea and water for others. Unfortunately, these girls have not yet truly cultivated into human form, and they all rely on Fu Ling to borrow the form, otherwise they would not be lonely tonight."

Just as he was regretful, he suddenly felt a stream of heat coming down the brain uterus, and went straight into the internal organs along the twelve-level building, and poured into his lower abdomen with endless heat.

As the heat surged, Wei Wencheng felt an agitation rise from his lower abdomen, then burned into his bone marrow, burning his skin, instantly making him unbearable!

He responded very quickly to this change, and immediately crossed his legs and stretched his arms outwards, closed his hands, and inhaled them inhaled, and then he took up the restlessness bit by bit!

But even though he reacted very quickly, his mind was filled with scattered signs of distraction as he surging his restlessness.

Not to mention, his breathing was like a rampant person following his impetuousness.

This made Wei Wencheng scream inwardly: "Oh no, the skill I practiced was already full of excessive yang. The Qingji marrow that the nun Qin gave me was drinking, but it also had the effect of cultivating the qi and blood, and the true energy I cultivated caused rebellion again!"

At this time, he ignored everything else and just focused on the lower dantian, constantly combing the internal energy wandering all over his body, and guiding it back into the lower dantian.

But as he continuously guided his internal energy, his body of qi and blood were also introduced into the lower dantian. If the fire was added to the fire, the yang was even more hyperactive!

It is also thanks to his failure to experience such a problem since he practiced that internal power. He also knows how to slowly resolve this kind of explosion of yang hyperactivity and almost fall into the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being

I don’t know how long Wei Wencheng sat cross-legged, but I felt that there seemed to be a piece of cold jade beside him, calmly absorbing the almost violent fire spirit on his body.

However, this cold jade was not so peaceful. It kept wandering around Wei Wencheng, and sometimes gently rubbing on sensitive areas such as Wei Wencheng's chest, earlobes, and cheeks.

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The cup of Qingji marrow entered the throat, and Wei Wencheng felt a cool air rushing straight into the brain from his abdomen, and his spirit couldn't help but feel excited.

Apart from this glass of wine, there was nothing else. He immediately felt relieved and talked about swordsmanship and fists with Nun Qin and Jiang Zixing.

When the red sun sets in the west, Jiang Zixing was already drunk. Nun Qin and Wei Wencheng looked at each other, but found that there was no drunken red on each other's face.

Nun Qin said to Wei Wencheng: "Although Master Jiang is drunk, the poor nun in Jiangjiazhuang can still be the winner, so how about asking your husband to rest in the village? "

After saying that, Nun Qin clapped his hands, and two girls with drooping lanterns came up to guide Wei Wencheng.

I saw that the courtyard in the village was decorated with bamboo, stone, orchid, and the green tiles and white walls had a unique delicate charm, which was not like those created by people in the green forest.

The two girls led Wei Wencheng to a courtyard, and saw the bamboo wind blowing cool, the path was covered with moss, covering a small pavilion. The window lattice was covered with mica, the ground was covered with jade bluestone, and there were long tables carved with ancient tree roots, and a piano was placed on it. The body of the piano was golden emblem and jade pegs, and the broken patterns were like ice cracks. Two lines of Li were engraved on the belly of the piano. The inscription was "The dragon gate has no branches, and the concubine's jade pegs are ice silk, and I am quiet and happy with my childhood, and I will be friends with you for a hundred years." Later, there was a line of signatures, all in fly heads, which was said to be "Mid-Autumn Festival of the First Year of the Emperor's Day, Tianshui Zi'ang engraved the wife of Zhongji in Oubo Pavilion."

Wei Wencheng played with the guqin, and with his hands freely, the sound of the piano became clearer and louder, and he couldn't help but nod and said, "This guitar is very good. It is undoubtedly Zhao Zi'ang's old thing. I don't think that Miss Qin is also a soulmate."

The two girls ignored them, lit candles everywhere, and then stepped back towards Wei Wencheng's head.

However, under the reflection of the candlelight, the two girls looked beautiful, but their faces were white and faintly blue. They did not look like the skin of living people, but like the blue-white ones on the shell of salt duck eggs. But under the candlelight, they did not leave any shadow.

Wei Wencheng looked at them, waved his hand, and shook his head, "I don't know what kind of mountain spirit monster it was. He was detained by Fu Ling and brought tea and water for others. Unfortunately, these girls have not yet truly cultivated into human form, and they all rely on Fu Ling to borrow the form, otherwise they would not be lonely tonight."

Just as he was regretful, he suddenly felt a stream of heat coming down the brain uterus, and went straight into the internal organs along the twelve-level building, and poured into his lower abdomen with endless heat.

As the heat surged, Wei Wencheng felt an agitation rise from his lower abdomen, then burned into his bone marrow, burning his skin, instantly making him unbearable!

He responded very quickly to this change, and immediately crossed his legs and stretched his arms outwards, closed his hands, and inhaled them inhaled, and then he took up the restlessness bit by bit!

But even though he reacted very quickly, his mind was filled with scattered signs of distraction as he surging his restlessness.

Not to mention, his breathing was like a rampant person following his impetuousness.

This made Wei Wencheng scream inwardly: "Oh no, the skill I practiced was already full of excessive yang. The Qingji marrow that the nun Qin gave me was drinking, but it also had the effect of cultivating the qi and blood, and the true energy I cultivated caused rebellion again!"

At this time, he ignored everything else and just focused on the lower dantian, constantly combing the internal energy wandering all over his body, and guiding it back into the lower dantian.

But as he continuously guided his internal energy, his body of qi and blood were also introduced into the lower dantian. If the fire was added to the fire, the yang was even more hyperactive!

It is also thanks to his failure to experience such a problem since he practiced that internal power. He also knows how to slowly resolve this kind of explosion of yang hyperactivity and almost fall into the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being

I don’t know how long Wei Wencheng sat cross-legged, but I felt that there seemed to be a piece of cold jade beside him, calmly absorbing the almost violent fire spirit on his body.

However, this cold jade was not so peaceful. It kept wandering around Wei Wencheng, and sometimes gently rubbing on sensitive areas such as Wei Wencheng's chest, earlobes, and cheeks.

The cup of Qingji marrow entered the throat, and Wei Wencheng felt a cool air rushing straight into the brain from his abdomen, and his spirit couldn't help but feel excited.

Apart from this glass of wine, there was nothing else. He immediately felt relieved and talked about swordsmanship and fists with Nun Qin and Jiang Zixing.

When the red sun sets in the west, Jiang Zixing was already drunk. Nun Qin and Wei Wencheng looked at each other, but found that there was no drunken red on each other's face.

Nun Qin said to Wei Wencheng: "Although Master Jiang is drunk, the poor nun in Jiangjiazhuang can still be the winner, so how about asking your husband to rest in the village? "

After saying that, Nun Qin clapped his hands, and two girls with drooping lanterns came up to guide Wei Wencheng.

I saw that the courtyard in the village was decorated with bamboo, stone, orchid, and the green tiles and white walls had a unique delicate charm, which was not like those created by people in the green forest.

The two girls led Wei Wencheng to a courtyard, and saw the bamboo wind blowing cool, the path was covered with moss, covering a small pavilion. The window lattice was covered with mica, the ground was covered with jade bluestone, and there were long tables carved with ancient tree roots, and a piano was placed on it. The body of the piano was golden emblem and jade pegs, and the broken patterns were like ice cracks. Two lines of Li were engraved on the belly of the piano. The inscription was "The dragon gate has no branches, and the concubine's jade pegs are ice silk, and I am quiet and happy with my childhood, and I will be friends with you for a hundred years." Later, there was a line of signatures, all in fly heads, which was said to be "Mid-Autumn Festival of the First Year of the Emperor's Day, Tianshui Zi'ang engraved the wife of Zhongji in Oubo Pavilion."

Wei Wencheng played with the guqin, and with his hands freely, the sound of the piano became clearer and louder, and he couldn't help but nod and said, "This guitar is very good. It is undoubtedly Zhao Zi'ang's old thing. I don't think that Miss Qin is also a soulmate."

The two girls ignored them, lit candles everywhere, and then stepped back towards Wei Wencheng's head.

However, under the reflection of the candlelight, the two girls looked beautiful, but their faces were white and faintly blue. They did not look like the skin of living people, but like the blue-white ones on the shell of salt duck eggs. But under the candlelight, they did not leave any shadow.

Wei Wencheng looked at them, waved his hand, and shook his head, "I don't know what kind of mountain spirit monster it was. He was detained by Fu Ling and brought tea and water for others. Unfortunately, these girls have not yet truly cultivated into human form, and they all rely on Fu Ling to borrow the form, otherwise they would not be lonely tonight."

Just as he was regretful, he suddenly felt a stream of heat coming down the brain uterus, and went straight into the internal organs along the twelve-level building, and poured into his lower abdomen with endless heat.

As the heat surged, Wei Wencheng felt an agitation rise from his lower abdomen, then burned into his bone marrow, burning his skin, instantly making him unbearable!

He responded very quickly to this change, and immediately crossed his legs and stretched his arms outwards, closed his hands, and inhaled them inhaled, and then he took up the restlessness bit by bit!

But even though he reacted very quickly, his mind was filled with scattered signs of distraction as he surging his restlessness.

Not to mention, his breathing was like a rampant person following his impetuousness.

This made Wei Wencheng scream inwardly: "Oh no, the skill I practiced was already full of excessive yang. The Qingji marrow that the nun Qin gave me was drinking, but it also had the effect of cultivating the qi and blood, and the true energy I cultivated caused rebellion again!"

At this time, he ignored everything else and just focused on the lower dantian, constantly combing the internal energy wandering all over his body, and guiding it back into the lower dantian.

But as he continuously guided his internal energy, his body of qi and blood were also introduced into the lower dantian. If the fire was added to the fire, the yang was even more hyperactive!

It is also thanks to his failure to experience such a problem since he practiced that internal power. He also knows how to slowly resolve this kind of explosion of yang hyperactivity and almost fall into the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being

I don’t know how long Wei Wencheng sat cross-legged, but I felt that there seemed to be a piece of cold jade beside him, calmly absorbing the almost violent fire spirit on his body.

However, this cold jade was not so peaceful. It kept wandering around Wei Wencheng, and sometimes gently rubbing on sensitive areas such as Wei Wencheng's chest, earlobes, and cheeks.

But as he continuously guided his internal energy, his body of qi and blood were also introduced into the lower dantian. If the fire was added to the fire, the yang was even more hyperactive!

It is also thanks to his failure to experience such a problem since he practiced that internal power. He also knows how to slowly resolve this kind of explosion of yang hyperactivity and almost fall into the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being in the brink of being

I don’t know how long Wei Wencheng sat cross-legged, but I felt that there seemed to be a piece of cold jade beside him, calmly absorbing the almost violent fire spirit on his body.
Chapter completed!