Hearing Tang Mang's words, Situ Xin's brows stretched out, just as if she felt that the hard work was not in vain. Her pretty face was filled with a happy smile, as if a gentle and lovely wife was taking care of her husband, and said softly: "Eat slowly, I'll serve you if it's not enough."
"Yeah, OK."
Tang Mang nodded. He was indeed a little uncomfortable after sleeping for two days. He drank a few large bowls of white porridge before he felt more comfortable.
"Look at you, drink slowly, and no one robs you. Why do you drink so quickly?"
Seeing Tang Mang's voracious look, Situ Xin was so angry that she was over. After Tang Mang finished drinking the bowl of white porridge in her hand, she asked, "Is it enough?"
"Haha, enough."
Tang Mang smiled slightly, held Situ Xin's slender hand tightly, and two beautiful red clouds immediately flew up on Situ Xin's pretty face. He struggled gently, but it was just so sinking into the wolf's claws, so she could not let her take the initiative.
Seeing that she couldn't get rid of it, she simply stopped resisting and snuggled into Tang Mang's arms with a red face: "Did you, you've been sleeping for two days, do you feel better now?"
"Haha, of course, I'm a dragon spirit and a tiger now, and I'm full of strength."
Situ Xin said angrily: "Okay, just be more regular. I have not married you yet, so don't always eat my tofu."
Tang Mang reached out his hand lovingly to stroke Situ Xin's smooth cheeks and said with a smile: "Haha, who makes you so beautiful? I can't help but want to eat your tofu."
After saying that, he hugged Situ Xin in his arms, reached out to touch her plump peaks and stroking her freely, forcibly pressed her under him, staring at her beautiful pretty face with a fiery look.
Situ Xin couldn't break free after a few struggles. Her face became hot and she seemed to be about to ignite. She said anxiously: "Damn it, bastard, I, I haven't married you yet, you, don't do anything randomly."
"Haha, don't worry, I'll wait until the wedding day to eat you."
Tang Mang smiled slightly, his eyes full of crampedness, and asked, "Great Xiner, can I kiss you now?"
"Um."
Situ Xin lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito and flies, and was inaudible.
Tang Mang was happy, leaned over gently, kissed Situ Xinxiang's soft and soft lips, bit her fragrant tongue, sucked gently, and tasted carefully.
Situ Xin was a little shy at first, her body was tight and stiff. She just felt Tang Mang's gentle kiss. She gradually let go. Her arms couldn't help but hug Tang Mang, and her fragrant tongue responded enthusiastically.
After a long time, after leaving Situ Xin's slightly swollen lips that were kissed by her, Tang Mang kissed her cheek, leaving a series of wet marks on her pretty face, and then bit her small, delicate, pink and jade-carved earlobes.
“Woo woo…”
Situ Xinyao hummed softly in her nose, as if it was painful and happy. Tang Mang was about to reach out and untied her clothes, but she suddenly came back to her senses, pushed Tang Mang away, and said angrily: "I agreed, why did you do it again?"
"Haha, I can't help myself, I really can't help myself!"
Tang Mang was embarrassed and looked at Situ Xin's beautiful face with a smirk. Situ Xin looked at his smirk and buried her head in his arms with shame.
He hugged Situ Xin's shoulders and pink arms with his hands, gently squeezed and rubbed against her peaks with his solid chest, and felt that the two soft spots gradually stood up. Tang Mang was really feeling his soul flew out of the sky, and his whole body was comfortable.
Situ Xin was embarrassed and her heart was extremely nervous. A strange feeling spread throughout her body. Her skin was burning and red with cold and crystal beads of sweat oozing out between her eyebrows.
Tang Mang looked at his shy look and felt a burst of evil fire, but he also understood that he might not be able to control his actions if he continued to do so.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the evil fire, stood up and walked out of the room with Situ Xin's jade hand.
After taking the Soul Recovery Pill, he slept for two more days. His soul had been completely restored, but he had been lying in bed for too long, and Tang Mang still felt a little uncomfortable all over and prepared to go out for some breath and bask in the sun.
Outside the yard, humming and tiger head was practicing swords sweating like rain.
At this moment, when he saw Tang Mang coming out, he stopped practicing swordsmanship, rushed over, and said happily: "Uncle, you are okay, can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship now?"
"Tiger head."
With a light shout, Man Er walked over with a happy face and asked, "Brother, have his injuries healed?"
"If I have time, my second brother is concerned, and his injury has been completely healed."
"Brother, you will be hurt because of me."
Man Er waved his hand and said apologetically: "I am really ashamed of my brother. There are too few pills to repair my soul, and my father doesn't have one. Fortunately, my brother has a soul-recovering pill, otherwise I would have no shame to see my brother again."
"Second brother, don't say that. I'm so grateful that you can let me pick the Enlightenment Leaf. By the way, second brother, the high priest is back."
"not yet."
...
After chatting with Man Er for a few words, Tang Mang began to teach Hutou to practice swordsmanship.
As expected, Hutou has a very high talent in swordsmanship. Tang Mang taught it two days ago. For two days, Hutou has practiced swords in the morning every day, and now he can use a set of swordsmanship, and it is very good.
Of course, after all, I am young and have not much insight into the sword. Tiger Head's swordsmanship is only in its shape. However, Tiger Head is a barbarian and has great power in nature. A set of swordsmanship should not be underestimated.
...
After a cup of tea, Tang Mang asked Hutou to practice sword by himself, while he walked out of the yard with Situ Xin's small hand.
The two of them didn't walk too far, and they just wandered in this quiet and peaceful valley.
Situ Xin seemed very happy while traveling around the mountains and rivers. From time to time, she was having fun playing with flowers and butterflies. Tang Mang saw it and even thought of living in seclusion with Situ Xin.
But he soon thought of Mu Qingyu, and he immediately erased this idea and pulled Situ Xin to the lakeside.
On a huge rock, the two of them were having fun and having fun for a long time, and Tang Mang took out the enlightenment grass from the storage ring.
Looking at the silver-white sword-shaped enlightenment grass in Tang Mang's hand, Situ Xin said in surprise: "Is this the enlightenment grass? It's like a sword, it's so magical!"
"Haha, the Enlightenment Grass is a real divine grass, of course it's magical!"
Tang Mang smiled and told Situ Xin about the efficacy of the enlightenment grass and the origin of the enlightenment sacred tree.
After hearing this, Situ Xin opened her mouth wide and couldn't get together for a long time.
It took a long time to calm down her agitation and asked curiously: "Idiot, is the divine tree of enlightenment really planted by the gods?"
"This is recorded in ancient books. I don't know whether it is true or not."
Tang Mang said with a wry smile.
The theory of gods was too mysterious to him. Until now, he never believed that there were gods in heaven and earth.
At this moment, he thought of something and instructed: "Xin'er, the sacred tree of enlightenment is too magical. Don't tell others, otherwise the Huoyun tribe will definitely suffer a catastrophe."
Situ Xin could tell the difference and nodded, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
After saying that, he asked, "Didn't you, are you going to take the Enlightenment Leaf now?"
"Um."
Tang Mang nodded and asked Situ Xin to protect the Dharma for him. Then, without hesitation, he opened his mouth and held the sword-shaped enlightenment grass in his hand.
The enlightenment grass transformed into the mouth, and a strange Taoist aggregate penetrated into Tang Mang's body and rushed into his soul.
Swish!
As the Taoist intention entered the soul, Tang Mang's body shook greatly, and his soul was immediately pulled out of his body and came to a strange space.
I don’t know how big this space is, there is no sky, no earth, no sun, moon, and stars, and there is only a chaos.
Tang Mang's soul had nowhere to focus on it, and was suspended in the void, surrounded by chaotic fog, carrying his floating and downs, as if he was with the world and immortal forever.
“Where is this place?”
Tang Mang found that he could not control his soul at all, and all he could do was to float with the chaotic fog.
"Yan Luo, did you hear it? Did you hear it?"
After a long time, maybe a year, maybe a century, maybe a hundred and million years, Tang Mang found that his soul was still floating in the chaotic fog, and suddenly became a little anxious. He kept calling out to Yan Luo.
Unfortunately, this space seemed to completely separate him from Yan Luo. No matter how much he shouted, no matter how loud he shouted, Yan Luo did not respond at all.
At this moment, Tang Mang finally realized what loneliness is and what is isolation and helplessness.
He wanted to cry, he wanted to find someone to speak well.
However, there was no one around, all there was was thick chaotic fog, the whole space was cold, silent, turbid, and there was no sound.
He was like being exiled forever, without any hope, and could only float around with the chaotic fog, without direction or goal.
"Ah, what's going on? What's going on?"
I don’t know how long it took, Tang Mang went crazy. He roared and roared, but everything was just in vain. He could not control himself and could never find the way back.
He was like he was lost in an ancient chaotic universe.
After a long time, he finally calmed down, no longer shouting, nor did he shout Yama. He thought hard, asked his heart, to understand his own way, and to locate the way back.
"My way is the way of swords. Wherever the sword reaches, it can be destroyed. Since there is no way, I will cut a way..."
Tang Mang murmured to himself, constantly deducing and constantly comprehending his own way.
I don’t know how long it took, his soul changed drastically, turning into a giant sword, a giant sword that spans billions of miles.
The giant sword is revealed with great sharpness, and the sword light transmits billions of light years, breaking through the limitations of time and space.
Sword lights lingered around, the giant sword shone brightly, buzzing and trembling, and the sound of the sword was played in this chaotic space. This is the sound of swordsmanship, the true sound of swordsmanship.
"Man and sword are united!"
Tang Mang now has only one feeling, that is, his own swords are united.
He never expected that after many years of floating in this chaotic space, he finally realized the unity of human and swords. Now he had a feeling that he could cut off the space with just one sword and find his way back.