"There is a warehouse outside. If you tidy it up, it should be enough for people to live in it." This was the answer given by the long-legged beauty Shen Jiaqi.
Well, he had only been in the villa for less than a day and he had already offended three beauties among them. I have to say that the rest of his journey was a bit worrying.
The miserable Wang Donglai had no choice but to spread his hands and turn around in a pretense of coolness, leaving the four girls with an uninhibited back.
It was said to be a warehouse, but in fact there was nothing inside. It was a vacant one-story wooden house. With the help of Uncle He, Wang Donglai moved a wooden bed in.
I finally have a place to sleep. Although the environment is a bit unsatisfactory, it is at least better than nothing.
Wang Donglai's job is very simple. When the killer comes, just repel him. If he doesn't come, then take a rest.
With nothing to do, Wang Donglai thought of Xu Yating lying shyly on the sofa during the day, wearing white lace panties exposed under her skirt, and couldn't help but be surprised.
What surprised him was that it was exactly the same as the one mentioned by the old liar. Could it be that the golden vase or something was really a secret book?
Thinking of this, Wang Donglai took out the broken book and started to read it.
Excluding the sentence about picking chrysanthemums and smelling hands on the first page, Wang Donglai read it carefully, and then instantly felt a little pain in his balls.
I saw that the first sentence of the text read like this:
If you want to practice this skill, you must first… master it yourself.
Wang Donglai breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not from the palace. Otherwise, he would not want to read it anymore. But what does this "self-tong" mean?
Thinking of the previous sentence about "picking the chrysanthemums", Wang Donglai instantly felt his vagina tighten.
"Could it be that this self-taught thing is..."
Fortunately, the next content made Wang Donglai feel relieved.
This self-teaching refers to the mastery of Jingqi and Shen, so how can Jingqi and Shen be mastered? In fact, Wang Donglai has mastered this under the training of the beautiful master, otherwise he would not be able to have the skills he has now.
This book records a total of seven levels of cultivation methods, namely self-penetration, awareness-penetration, eye-penetration, ear-penetration, other-mind-penetration, spiritual-penetration and supernatural power.
Each level must be progressed step by step. The primary level of self-teaching is to integrate the essence, energy and spirit.
Cultivating essence requires long-term physical maintenance, such as deep breathing, getting up and going to bed on time, taking in the necessary nutrients for the human body, etc. to achieve high energy;
Qi, years of physical training to achieve strong Qi;
God, meditating all year round makes your mind peaceful.
In this way, it is the cultivation of Jing, Qi and Shen, and then through hard tempering, the three souls of Jing, Qi and Shen can be integrated.
Most ordinary people today are in a sub-healthy state, so their energy, energy and spirit are all defective. Humans like Wang Donglai who are full of energy, energy and spirit and have mastered it are rare.
What Wang Donglai didn't expect was that he was actually practicing self-mastery under the training of a beautiful master. All this made him finally believe that the book in front of him was not some pornographic novel, Jin Ping Mei, but a real cultivation secret.
As for Juetong, this is exactly the state Wang Donglai is in now.
Juetong, as the name suggests, is to cultivate one's senses, smell, vision, sixth sense, etc.
In this state, Wang Donglai's body reaction nerves are very sharp. He can hear the sound of fine needles falling on the ground, smell hundreds of thousands of odors, and sense the murderous aura exposed by the killer within hundreds of meters...
What Wang Donglai couldn't figure out was that, as usual, if the old Taoist priest was really practicing this book, then his skills should be much better than his own, and he couldn't possibly be knocked down by him? Is it really true?
Are your hands and feet weak after being hungry for many days?
When he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Wang Donglai began to concentrate on studying the visual part.
Eyesight, in layman's terms, means clairvoyance. As the old Taoist priest said, it can see through all things, no matter you are a royal sister, a lolita, or an Obasan, or whether you are wearing clothes or not.
Under his eyes, everything seemed in vain.
After discovering such a heaven-defying skill, Wang Donglai was still able to hold back. This was a realm that was said to have codes and no codes. He immediately started practicing.
After practicing all night, Wang Donglai got up early in the morning and went to the living room to wait, wanting to verify whether he had opened his heavenly eyes.
At this time, Shen Jiaqi came to the living room early, still dressed in cool clothes, and her long white thighs swayed as she walked, almost taking away Wang Donglai's soul.
But at this moment, Wang Donglai was no longer satisfied with just looking at her thighs, he wanted to look at other, more mysterious places.
So, the next moment, Wang Donglai looked sharply at Shen Jiaqi's chest, and then focused on Shen Jiaqi's crotch for a long time. Finally, his nosebleeds flowed down without warning.
Shen Jiaqi frowned. She had long noticed Wang Donglai's extremely impure gaze, with a look of disgust on his face. No man was so bold and dared to look at her so unscrupulously.
Just when he was about to scold him, he saw Wang Donglai staggering towards Shen Jiaqi without knowing what was going on, and finally fell into her arms.
"So soft, so fragrant, I really want to take a bite." This was the only thought that flashed through Wang Donglai's mind before he passed out.
I have to say that this was really an unexpected scene.
Wang Donglai regained consciousness for the first time on the third day.
"The patient's heartbeat is weak and the oxygen supply to the brain is insufficient. There is nothing we can do. Let's prepare for the funeral."
This was the sound that Wang Donglai heard vaguely, and then lost consciousness again.
When he fully woke up again, it was already the fifth day. He felt the infusion tube on his body and the angels in white coming and going around him. He immediately realized that he was in the hospital.
Realizing this, Wang Donglai suddenly sat up from the bed, felt the state of his body at the moment, and found that there was no serious problem.
"The patient is awake!" the nurse immediately shouted in panic, and soon a middle-aged doctor in a white coat walked in.
The doctor rolled Wang Donglai's eyelids, then took his pulse, with an incredible expression on his face, and repeatedly exclaimed: "A miracle, this is a miracle in the medical world."
This scene made Wang Donglai feel very weird, but something even weirder was yet to come.
Seeing Wang Donglai wake up, a resentful voice sounded next to him: "Why are you awake? Wouldn't it be nice to just sleep to death like this? It saves me the trouble of seeing."
This voice seems familiar? But why do you have so much resentment?
Turning around, Wang Donglai smiled and saw the mature woman Xu Yating looking at him with a resentful look, as if she wanted to eat him.
"Why are you here?" Wang Donglai asked, and then an evil smile appeared on his face, "Did you accidentally fall in love with me? Did you run over immediately when you saw something happened to me?"
"Go to hell, if Director Shen hadn't asked me to come over and accompany you, I wish you, a scoundrel, could have escaped from this world earlier." Xu Yating spat.
After thinking about it carefully, Wang Donglai understood that in Shen Wanjin's perception, Xu Yating was his girlfriend. If something happened to him, who would accompany her if she was not allowed to accompany him?
After thinking about this, Wang Donglai felt relieved.
"By the way, how come you were hospitalized for no reason? What happened?" Xu Yating asked. Although she was not very concerned about Wang Donglai's life and death, she was still curious about what caused him to suffer such a big blow.
"This is a bit complicated to say." Wang Donglai had an embarrassed expression on his face.