() Fang Ping was surprised, "Take off your clothes? What do you want to do?"
He Zhiheng smiled and said, "Silly boy, don't think wrongly. I am teaching you how to practice kung fu. Do you still think that I am up to no good?"
Fang Ping took off his shirt, revealing his strong and strong muscles. There was not a trace of fat on his body. A strong and powerful masculine aura immediately exuded.
He Zhiheng stared at Fang Ping's upper body and praised, "What a great figure."
Fang Ping's face felt slightly hot, "Auntie, stop staring at my figure and teach me how to practice."
He Zhiheng stopped her smile and ordered Fang Ping to turn around and face her with his back. Immediately, she opened the box of White Jade Heart Ointment, picked some soft and delicate plaster with her fingers, put it into her right palm, and kneaded it evenly.
She stretched out her white jade-like palm and placed it on the Fengmen point on Fang Ping's back.
Fang Ping followed the mental formula of Qingyu Jue, kept his mind introverted, closed his eyes and concentrated, and entered a state of trance. His breathing was steady and gentle, and his mind and inner breath were closely connected.
Suddenly, a hand as warm as jade, as smooth and delicate as a jade, touched his back. This was the first time that Fang Ping's body was touched by a woman like this. His mind wandered, his body trembled slightly, and he breathed,
He couldn't help but become anxious.
He Zhiheng scolded, "You little rascal, don't think so wildly. You are actually practicing Qigong right now, so be careful if you stray from your inner breath, your cultivation will be greatly damaged."
Fang Ping took a few deep breaths, calmed down his turbulent mind, cleared his head of thoughts, gradually controlled his inner breath, and entered a state of concentration again.
After sensing that Fang Ping's inner breath had returned to normal and was connected with his mind, He Zhiheng's palm on Fang Ping's back moved slightly, and a soft force emitted, driving the medicinal power to penetrate into the Fengmen point.
"The Fengmen point is an acupuncture point on the breath pulse. I use my dark energy to directly vibrate the power of the medicine and penetrate it into your breath pulse. Now you can follow the mental method to wrap up the power of the medicine and transport it to the skin all over your body.
Next, use the power of medicine to transform the skin." He Zhiheng's soft voice sounded in Fang Ping's ears.
The power of medicine is also a substance that is like energy. Fang Ping sensed the existence of medicine and activated the Tianxi system.
The Tianxi system started up and automatically scanned the body. Immediately, a soft system prompt sounded quickly, "New energy is found, please name it."
"Pharmacological power, subdivided into categories, White Jade Cuixin Ointment." Fang Ping gave the order, and the Tianxi system immediately recorded the information on the medicinal power of White Jade Cuixin Ointment.
"Start the inner breath movement path capture system and establish an operation model." Fang Ping issued the second order, and immediately guided the inner breath with his mind, heading towards the powerful medicinal energy.
Internal energy and medicinal power are both energy, but the energy structure is different. After the two come together, they gradually merge. Fang Ping drives the medicinal power through the flow of internal energy and transports it directly to the skin of the whole body.
The Tianxi system has recorded the entire process and established a simulation model. Later, through the forced guidance of the system, the medicinal power can be directly integrated for delivery.
Where the medicine passed through, a channel dedicated to the circulation of inner energy gradually emerged clearly in Fang Ping's mind. The simulation model of Tianxi's system also clearly marked the existence of this channel. Fang Ping understood.
This channel is the breath pulse. When the inner breath runs along the breath pulse, it can flow unobstructed without interference.
He Zhiheng's silky and delicate palms vibrated slightly, and waves of gentle power were emitted, driving the power of the White Jade Cuixin Plaster into the Qi Veins.
Fang Ping's inner breath continued to flow, bringing the power of the medicine into the inner breath, and circulated throughout the body along the breath pulses. Three hours later, after all the medicinal power in the palm of his hand had vibrated out, He Zhiheng took back his palm and asked Fang Ping to get dressed.
The two of them came to a nearby stone room. He Zhiheng went to wash her hands. Fang Ping immediately brought her tea and handed it to her diligently.
He Zhiheng's face looked a little tired due to excessive internal energy loss. She took a sip of tea and said with a smile in her eyes, "How is it?"
Fang Ping said, "It's a very strange feeling. It seems that I can see the hidden structure in the body again in the spiritual space. And now, there is a slight itching feeling under the skin."
"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you, how do you feel when I touch you with my palm?" He Zhiheng looked straight at Fang Pingdao with his charming eyes, as if covered with a layer of mist.
Fang Ping didn't dare to meet her eyes, he lowered his eyelids, his face flushed slightly, and said, "Comfortable."
"Would you like to feel more comfortable?" He Zhiheng came closer to Fang Ping, exhaling like a blue, and the look on his face became even more charming.
Fang Ping didn't know how to answer, so he said, "I...I..."
He Zhiheng restrained his charming expression, laughed playfully, and said, "You little scoundrel, you have a thief's heart but no thief's courage. Your aunt is teasing you. It's time to go back to sleep."
Saying that, He Zhiheng stood up quickly and walked out of the stone room quickly. Fang Ping lowered his eyes and did not look at him. When He Zhiheng was about to walk out of the stone room, Fang Ping couldn't help but steal a glance at her plump back.
Fang Ping listened carefully, and after the sound of He Zhiheng's footsteps faded away, he punched the stone table and cursed himself, "Useless guy!"
He Zhiheng made Fang Ping confused and trembling. He went back to his room and took a cold shower to calm himself down, and then meditated for two hours before going to bed.
It was late at night, and the courtyard where He Zhiheng lived was overflowing with the fragrance of flowers, elegant and quiet. A slender and lonely figure stood in front of the crabapple flowers that had fallen a lot. The goose-yellow clothes on her body were already slightly wet, and they were not wet anymore.
Do you know how long you have been standing here?
He Zhiheng stretched out his white jade-like palms and gently caressed his smooth and flawless face and slender white neck. Under the slipped sleeves, a section of his white wrist was exposed.
A touch of sadness was hidden in her eyes that shimmered like gems. "Mr. Fang, why was it that the person I met when I was in my prime was not you?" He Zhiheng sighed softly,