Chapter 383 Zhao Rong touches his fingers, Qingdai sucks his fingers - the most romantic Nanshan son
The sky is full of stars behind one sleeve of a beautiful woman.
The hall was quiet for a moment.
Everyone who had come to their senses had solemn expressions on their faces, and their eyes converged on the two people in unison.
There was a fairy in a black dress with stars on her sleeves, her eyes closed and silent, and a young Confucian scholar with a plain face who was washing his index finger with wine.
Especially for the former, the violent spiritual energy fluctuations on his body cannot be hidden from anyone with a discerning eye.
"This...this is the Heavenly Will Realm!"
"This is Nanshan Pin Poetry!? After people understand it, they can directly ascend to the realm of heavenly aspirations. For most monks, it saves at least a century of time."
"Hiss, a twenty-year-old Tianzhi realm female cultivator. I remember that Su Qingdai just entered the Haoran realm at the beginning of the year. In one year, she has reached a big realm... She, she may not be able to cast a golden elixir in half a year!"
In the hall, everyone couldn't help but make a low sound, which was mixed with some swallowing sounds.
And some Xianyue Linu are more concerned about Nanshan Pin's poetry itself. For example, the noble Linu who just looked down on the first half of "The Sapphire Case" with natural prejudice is obviously proficient in poetry. At this time, she can't help but take a few steps forward and lean forward.
She stood up, stretched her neck, and stared at the poem written by Su Qingdai in rouge on her sleeve.
"The public has been searching for him for thousands of times... suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place... a dimly lit place... So that's it. That's it. The front is extremely prosperous and lively, with countless moths, snowy willows, and beauties in costumes full of laughter.
, it’s dazzling, but he is still searching thousands of times, knowing that the last sentence is full of twists and turns, and that person is quietly in the dim light. How can he turn decay into magic like this."
She was silent for a while and looked at Zhao Rong with complicated eyes.
Xue Can glanced at the Li girl, and then at Zhao Rong, who had a normal expression. She said nothing, and she didn't blame her talented but aloof girls for being so rude. They were at the foot of Dali Mountain before.
Where have I seen Nanshan Pin’s poems?
As for the other side.
"Nanshan Pin, it's Nanshan Pin. The academy probably won't see a Nanshan Pin in a year! Tzuyu wrote a Nanshan Pin!" Gu Yiwu's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked up and down again like a monster.
With Zhao Rong.
It's like I just really met this friend today.
What does Nanshan Poetry Refining represent in Linlu Academy? The monks may be too far away from the scene and don't have much idea of what it means, but Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall know what it means.
They were all a little numb and looked at Zhao Rong who was quietly washing his index finger with wine. What kind of goddamn classmate is this? If we had known you were so good, we would have been worried about accompanying you down the mountain for an assessment.
Especially Gu Yiwu, as the senior student of Zhengyi Hall, he is competing for a certain spot like Yu Huaijin.
And the extremely rare Nanshan Pin poetry is a rare thing that can make the mountain chief nod and write down extra points in a certain booklet.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Zhao Xiao's Nanshan poem, is it a state of self or a state of no-self?" the students of Zhengyi Hall whispered.
"It should be a state of self. If I just write it casually, it means a state of no-self. That is too exaggerated."
"Then why does Fairy Su still have a sleeve of stars on her left sleeve?" A student pointed out the key point.
This question made all the students silent for a while.
Gu Yiwu took a long breath at this time. He obviously knew more and explained with a sigh:
"All poems of the highest quality have carried a certain kind of heaven and earth, especially those of Nanshan. Even if they have been used, they still have immortal visions and can even have strange effects. Look at Fairy Su's black dress.
If I guessed correctly, it was originally a magic weapon with a high rank at first sight, but now it is even better, as it has a sleeve of blessings from the stars and stars of the Nanshan rank, so it is probably upgraded to a higher rank again."
While Mu Jin, Li Mingyi, Xue Can and others were silent, Gu Yiwu and other students were whispering.
Su Qingdai, who had closed her eyes silently, suddenly opened her eyes.
She lowered her head and looked at the star-studded left sleeve and the five shiny white onion fingers, and gently clenched her fist.
The crispy breasts are rising and falling and cannot calm down for a long time.
Even the golden elixir monk was surprised by the improvement in the rank of this Xuanyin Liuxian skirt. She even vaguely felt that these stars could flow into the heart lake... It was indeed the first-class Nanshan product in poetry in the world, and inside her body
At this time, there was another earth-shaking situation.
This realm of perception has improved too suddenly. Compared with the previous turtle-like speed of water grinding, it is like heaven and earth. Su Qingdai still feels a little dazed now.
However, the improvement in realm brought about by the "Nanshan Pin in My Realm" is solid, and as we all know, there is no hidden danger - this is one of the reasons why the poems of the "Nanshan Pin" are sought after by the monks in the mountains.
In the midst of the crowd's attention, Su Qingdai, who had regained her breath, gently touched the last line of "quatrain" on her left sleeve, which seemed to be a magical pen. Her lips moved slightly as if she was reciting something. The next second she moved lightly.
, came to Zhao Rong and sat directly on his left leg.
This is not over yet.
This stunning fairy, whose temperament is as cold and arrogant as icebergs, directly picked up the wine glass that Zhao Rong had used to wash the rouge on his index finger. Two white porcelain-like jade fingers were suspended in the air and lightly twisted the stem of the glass. She stared at Zhao Rong all the time.
, then raised his head and drank the glass of 'rouge wine' in one gulp.
A few drops of crystal clear wine leaked from the corners of Su Qingdai's lips, slowly sliding down her delicate chin, following the delicate snow-white texture, passing through the beautifully rounded thin neck, until it sank into the dark valley that Zhao Rong could not see.
During the entire drinking process, she glanced sideways at Zhao Rong without blinking, and looked at him.
The latter also looked at her with interest.
This operation made many people around him stare blankly, and then there was another operation that made people stare even more.
I saw Su Qingdai put down the glass after drinking a glass, and held Zhao Rong's right hand in both hands.
Her moist red lips were like flower petals wet with morning dew, slightly parted. Without looking at Zhao Rong's rouged index finger, she lowered her head and sucked it lightly without hesitation.
She sucked his thumb carefully as if there was no one else around.
This beautiful fairy, who has just turned twenty and is already a female cultivator in the Tianzhi Realm, looks down upon countless male cultivators on Dali Mountain. Her beautiful eyes with long, curved eyelashes are slightly turned up, looking straight into his calm eyes.
, at the same time, her cheeks on both sides were shrinking and bulging rhythmically, and her red lips were moving slightly. Well, she was drinking the nectar that smelled of wine, rouge, and Mr. Right through a straw.
Su Qingdai seemed to have no one else in her eyes at this time. She was no longer shy and shy, her movements were gentle and slow, and her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it.
Always paying attention to Zhao Rong's reaction, he seems to like it very much and is willing to do this for him.
In the eyes of everyone, she is clearly a little girl who does thoughtful things for her sweetheart and hopes that he will be happy.
Zhao Rong's face was calm, but he was breathing slightly in his heart, and he couldn't help but look up at her naked eyes from bottom to top.
It's obvious that I've turned into a domineering young master to tease you, so why did you let me flirt with you in turn? Do you know that your look in your eyes can easily make men commit crimes?
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he continued to maintain his persona of a cool and domineering young man.
But it was very difficult.
From his perspective, the right hand with the index finger extended was being gently covered by Su Qingdai's two jade hands.
His slender index finger dipped two short lengths between her red lips and white teeth.
It's like being wrapped in the fiery red morning glow in the sky at dusk and evening. It's creamy and crispy, warm and fragrant, and it makes people think of the dark night after sunset with burning flames.
Su Qingdai was cautious, slurping gently, "Zizzi..." and made some extremely subtle sounds that only Zhao Rong could vaguely notice.
Hiss, how dare you play like this... Zhao Rong suddenly took a deep breath and couldn't help but glance at her. Who knows what this index finger just experienced?
He didn't know if it was some kind of talent, but Zhao Rong could feel that Su Qingdai had improved very quickly for the first time when it came to sucking her thumb. At this time, under the gaze of countless people on the field, the two short lengths of his index finger were deeply sunken.
Between the morning glow clouds invisible to everyone, outsiders could not pry into what they were doing in this small space. However, many things happened in it that made Zhao Rong feel that he was really good at playing and worthy of careful experience and praise.
In the beginning, of course, she was unfamiliar with the fiery red morning glow. She was still in the exploratory stage of how the morning glow brought rain to the earth.
Therefore, the distribution of rainwater will inevitably be uneven in different places on the earth.
Therefore, within the fiery red morning glow, the pink cloud that is the most agile and contains the most rain will move around awkwardly, trying to wet the entire human earth without missing a single spot, busy.
Later, she seemed to know which place on the earth was the driest, the place that needed the most moisture, and the place that could make the earth react the most intensely, so the most agile and hard-working pink clouds in the morning glow stayed in this sensitive place.
Most of the time, rain falls here, and it rains repeatedly. Only occasionally will the pink clouds suddenly spread, covering the entire land. The rain and dew will touch it once, and then it will return, focusing on the driest places over and over again.
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Later, when she was already a mature morning glow cloud, she was no longer satisfied with the light rain water moistening the dry earth. Instead, bright white hard ice cubes emerged among the vermilion clouds, and hail began to fall.
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The hail sometimes hits this part of the earth, and sometimes it hits that part of the earth. Sometimes the hail is followed by a few gentle bursts of lingering and comforting rain...
After this skillful combination, Zhao Rong took a deep breath as calmly as possible.
He somewhat believes in the experts he heard about in his previous life, who can use screws. What the hell can't be unscrewed? You have to be obedient, okay?
Right now, the two of them, in front of the public, with countless gazes, doing small, private actions that only the two of them know and can feel what happened, makes people's heartbeats rise sharply, it is a different kind of stimulation.
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Well, as for a more detailed experience.
That's one word, itchy.
It's like the fingertips that were licked repeatedly by a kitten when feeding it become more and more itchy.
Zhao Rong only felt that something was getting more and more wrong, and he drew back his right arm.
However, Su Qingdai leaned forward, still holding his right hand with both hands, and pestered Zhao Rong relentlessly.
Su Qingdai seemed to be unwilling to give up until she took back the rouge that Zhao Rong had just stolen.
Under the supervision of Yu Huaijin, Zhao Rong's hands could not shake even if he drew ten thousand straight characters. His hands were slightly numb, and his calm expression was a little uncontrollable.
This is a violent sweep of the senses such as touch, temperature, vision, and hearing.
He wanted to continue to pull his arm back hard, but he was afraid that her red lips would suck her and wouldn't let go. Even if he finally pulled out, he would make an embarrassing sound of "pop".
Zhao Rong glared at Su Qingdai... Can you stop making trouble? Are you annoyed? It's slippery and it's so itchy.
The proud girl of Ziwei Pavilion is lowering her head slightly, trying hard to eat the finger candy of the right man who made her jump to the first level with just one word.
At the same time, her beautiful, watery eyes were still looking up at Zhao Rong, gazing at him affectionately, and now she saw a look of helplessness on his face, as if there was nothing she could do about him.
Su Qingdai sucked her fingers and pursed her lips in a slur, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she showed a faint smile to him alone.
This first-class poem that Zhao Rong casually wrote on her sleeve not only made her a female cultivator in Tianzhi Realm, but also seemed to dispel all her previous doubts and completely open her heart to Zhao Rong.
They all pounced on this Mr. Right.
At this time, Zhao Rong discovered that someone like Su Qingdai, with a delicate and handsome oval face and a very cold appearance, would turn into a very lustful and scumbag face once the corners of her lips were raised and her eyes became seductive.
As for this kind of scumbag look that was previously called by the world, I don’t know whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Su Qingdai smiled with her rosy cheeks, between her red lips sucking her fingers, her charming almond eyes blinked, which seemed to be a hint: Whatever, I will definitely listen to you, pour wine, suck your fingers, eat rouge, it doesn't matter on weekdays.
I will annoy you and make trouble for you. You can do whatever you want. The slave family is only special to you...
Wearing a black dress in front of her, she is like a poppy flower. People know that it will be destroyed if they touch it, but they still can't help but reach out and touch it again and again...
Zhao Rong felt that once a beautiful woman takes off her iceberg-like cold coat, the lethality she possesses when she takes the initiative is simply too great.
But who is Zhao Rong?
Faced with the cute little fox demon who suddenly turned into an arrogant Su Huxian, he was able to hold on to his pants, bah, bottom line, well, in this year, it was the only one who whispered to Qingjun outside Qinglianxuan that day.
I couldn't hold back the difficult sentence "I want to kiss you", and all the other ups and downs came through.
Why should a seven-foot man bend down when he presses his gun?
Zhao Rong, who was aroused by Su Qingdai's electric discharge, looked back quietly and glanced at the little girl's pouty look, and Qingjun's faint smile appeared in his mind.