The trees on both sides were like waves, and they quickly retreated backwards.

The bag leopard is like a ghost in the jungle, sometimes as fast as thunder, passing through the towering dense grass; sometimes winding and snakes, circling around the thorny shrubs with their teeth and claws; sometimes bounces continuously, jumping over the crisscrossing air roots on the ground; sometimes flexibly flexibly explores the claws and grabs the tangled vines to climb to the top of the tree.

The rain hits its shiny fur, like rolling balls falling down without any water stains.

Zhi Shouzhen held the wrinkles of the meat bag tightly, and felt violently bumpy, dizzy, and his chest was frustrated and disgusted. He suppressed the discomfort and glanced at Wang Ziqiao, whose eyes seemed to sleep, calm and relaxed, and as comfortable as if he leaned on a stable and wide soft couch. Zhi Shouzhen turned his mind. If he asked Wang Ziqiao for help in everything, he would only fall into a weak position step by step and become a chess piece he could control at will.

This may be exactly what the other party intends.

Zhi Shuzhen closed his eyes and did not look at the chaotic scenery around him, and tried his best to adjust his breathing.

"Bang bang bang!" The bag leopard jumped over several old tree stumps one after another and suddenly slammed for a while. Zhi Shouzhen could no longer help, and a nauseous stomach acid surged into her throat, almost vomiting, but was swallowed by him.

"Squeak--" The golden cicada roared loudly. Just when Zhi Shou was really upset and frustrated, another mysterious picture appeared deep in his heart: spring thunder blew, rain and wind were stormy, and a golden cicada lay under a leaf. The rapid rain was like thousands of sharp arrows, making the branches shaking and the leaves flip.

In a daze, the real body of the branch hunt turned into a golden cicada and lies on the branches.

The lightning shone everywhere, the roar of thunder, and the vast raindrops, the whirlwind direction, the dancing branches and leaves formed a surging sea of ​​anger.

The golden cicada is like a small boat in the sea of ​​anger, drifting with the waves, ups and downs. Zhi Shouzhen empathizes with it: his tentacles stretch out, his mouth sounds; his abdomen bulges and shrinks, swallows and exhales; his eight wings spread out, trembling cleverly; his six-legged postures are different, curling, swaying, and swaying at different angles...

Although the surrounding lightning and thunder are roaring, the golden cicadas are like boating in an angry sea, advancing and retreating, sinking and floating, and the whole body is like a rudder, oar, like oar, like oar, swelling, drum, shrinking, swallowing, spitting, shaking, shaking, rolling, beating, shaking, and rowing..., all are moving and changing.

The storm waves that were coming towards us turned into balanced help.

Summer cicada raising techniques!

Zhi Shouzhen clearly realized that in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, wisps of clear and turbid air were continuously generated and sucked into the body by the golden cicada and turned into its own nutrients.

Zhi Huzhen suddenly realized that the technique of hiding the winter cicada is absolutely quiet, while the technique of hiding the summer cicada is absolutely moving! The technique of hiding the winter cicada is integrated into the world in tranquility, silent, colorless, invisible, tasteless, and unconscious. I am not hindered by the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth are not hindered by me. Although the two sides are united, they are clearly distinct and do not affect each other.

The summer cicada nurturing technique is integrated into the world with movement, with sound, color, shape, taste and awareness. I am hindered by heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are hindered by me. Even if I suffer the catastrophe of heaven and earth, I also receive the feedback from heaven and earth.

"Pu!" The bag leopard jumped up quickly and drew a towering arc over the canopy, avoiding the sudden attack of a tree wolf. "Bang!" The bag leopard fell to the ground, twisted its waist suddenly, and its tail pulled out like lightning, killing the wolf, causing it to fly and hit the tree trunk, and its waist and back broke, and sobbing and killing.

After the jump and twist, Zhi Shouzhen was shocked and dizzy again, and fell out of the mysterious scene of the summer cicada's cultivation technique.

Summer cicada drawing and nourishing techniques! Subconsciously, Zhi Huzhen imitated the golden cicada, and his mental power explored, stretched, drummed, sucked, swallowed, trembled, shook, rolled, bent, shaking, and stroked... and created countless complex and strange trajectories. At this moment, his skin, pores, blood, muscles, bone marrow, and internal organs changed rapidly in a state that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. There was no place in his body moving and no place changing.

The endless jumping bag leopard is like a heavy wave, and it is a small boat on the top of the wave, with its limbs resembling a rudder, a oar, and a oar... It avoids it against the current, and welcomes it along the current, adjusting itself again and again to grasp that little bit of balance in movement.

Hum? Prince Qiao straightened his waist, and his calm eyes instantly became as sharp as a needle. From the surface, the boy was not unusual and still maintained his original sitting posture. However, under the perception of mental power, he could see that the other party's whole body was always changing subtlely, never stopping, endlessly.

The impact force of the bag leopard every time is not only completely resolved, but is also transformed into a balanced help by the boy, and his body firmly "sticks" the meat bag.

After a long time, Zhi Shouzhen was still immersed in the wonderful state of summer cicada cultivation techniques. He didn't realize that time was passing, and the sky was approaching dusk. The wind and rain were drizzling, and a trace of clear air was born from the changing celestial phenomena. He was silently absorbed by the summer cicada cultivation techniques to nourish himself. His heart was upset and chest tightness disappeared, and even the soreness of his muscles subsided little by little.

Zhi Shouzhen suddenly realized that the Xia cicada sucking and nourishing technique will not only not consume qi and blood, but also nourish the effect. If the Xia cicada sucking and nourishing technique can be cultivated to the realm of transformation, even if he does not need tonic medicine, the loss of qi and blood can be compensated. However, this witch spirit secret technique is very dangerous, and the deeper the realm, the harder it is to grasp. Just like the sea of ​​anger, if you are not careful, the boat will be destroyed and the person will die.

Suddenly, his chest cooled down, and he came back to his senses from the summer cicada raising technique, and then he realized that the cold rain poured into the meat bag, soaking his clothes.

At some point, a large amount of rain accumulated on the ground, forming a stream that surged rapidly, winding everywhere, and the entire forest seemed to turn into a vast ocean country. The bag leopard was lying down and wading into the center of a deep stream, and the water gradually flooded the meat bag.

"Young Master Zhi seems to have a new understanding of Wu Ling, which is really gratifying."

Zhi Shouzhen turned his head and saw Prince Qiao standing up, staring at him with a bright look, as if he was looking at a novel toy. He smiled bitterly and replied half-true and half-fake: "I have indeed learned a little bit of life-saving technique of eight-winged golden cicadas, but my qi and blood are exhausted. I am afraid I will live a few months less. Sir, I really have to worry about becoming the prince of Yongning Hou."

Wang Ziqiao glanced at Zhi Shouzhen deeply: "Actually, I have made arrangements for this matter, but I am struggling to find a suitable candidate. If you become a little marquis, it will be beneficial to us. How could Wang not do his best?"

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Zhi Shouzhen asked with the opportunity: "Does Yongning Hou of the Great Jin Dynasty have no children?"

"Everyone is dead. Four sons and two daughters have died in the past six years, which is a strange thing." Prince Qiao smiled unpredictably. "Fourteen years ago, the Marquis of Yongning hid a friend outside and secretly gave birth to a son. Later, the Marquis of Yongning, the wife of the Marquis of the Marquis of the King of Jin Ming, learned the news and made a big fuss. The mother and son were driven out of Jiankang City and wandered in another place, missing."

Zhi Shouzhenqi said: "Why did the Marquis of Yongning privately keep his lover? Could it be that Princess Huayang is jealous and does not allow him to marry a concubine?"

Prince Qiao shook his head: "You have lived in the wilderness for a long time and know very little about the human dynasty in Yunhuang. The difference between the scholars and commoners in the Jin and Chu areas is like a world abyss. Although the lover of Yongning Hou was a generation of singers and dancers, he came from a poor family. How can he get married? However, now that Yongning Hou has no children, he doesn't care much about it and is eager to send people to look for the mother and son everywhere. Well, I heard that Yongning Hou suffered from hidden illness a few years ago and could never have children again."

Zhi Shouzhen stared at the stream that was gradually over her shoulders and pondered: "It turns out that the sir wanted me to be that private child, but if the other party-"

"That private son died a year ago." Prince Qiao said calmly, "Now there is only a mother who is alone in the valley, full of hatred. You must cooperate with her to get rid of Yongning Hou and get her hereditary title."

Looking at Prince Qiao's indifferent eyes, Zhi Shouzhen suddenly felt tight. The bag of leopard wades through the stream, and the water slowly retreats, but the damp chill penetrates the skin and cannot be removed.

Is Wang Ziqiao going to use himself to control the Hou’s Mansion?

Why is the purpose of controlling the Hou Mansion?

"The terrain in this area is too low. Once heavy rain continues, it will be troublesome to cause mountain torrents." Wang Ziqiao patted the bag of leopard and accelerated his journey.

"Woo——" Baobao suddenly roared lowly, wandering around, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Zhi Shouzhen looked around and saw a mountain stream with turbulent waves stretching more than ten feet away. Because of the heavy rain, the mountain stream was like a big river, and the water was turbulent, making a thunder sound.

"You evil beast, why don't you go quickly?" Prince Qiao Qiang drove the bag leopard and urged it to swim over. The bag leopard barely climbed a few steps, then crawled on the ground, digging around with four claws, and the fur stood up like a pointed needle.

Wang Ziqiao's heart moved, and he looked at the mountain stream with his mental power extending towards the white stream.

"There is a villain who is carrying a raft on the water." Zhi Shuma's eyes showed a strange look.

Prince Qiao was stunned for a moment, and his mental power instantly covered the mountain stream, as if he had touched something, but his naked eyes could not see it. The water surface was empty, with only the splashing waves and the rolling fallen leaves.

"Young Master Zhi, are you sure you read it right?" Wang Ziqiao asked in a deep voice.

"I can see it very clearly. He was waving at me. He came over with a raft! Didn't the sir see it?" Zhi Shouzhen said in surprise.

"I saw nothing." Prince Qiao replied coldly.
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