Looking at Zhang Bairen's bed, Zhang Lihua did not hesitate. She lifted the blanket and crawled in, and hugged Zhang Bairen directly in her arms.

The soft jade is warm and Zhang Bairen coughed violently. Zhang Lihua hugged Zhang Bairen and said, "Sir, take a rest."

Zhang Lihua didn't think anything, just a five-year-old child, especially a stunted child. But Zhang Bairen couldn't do it. Although she was young, her mind was adults. When she saw Zhang Lihua leaning against her chest, she quickly turned around and wailed in her heart: "I'm really trying to die, I shouldn't have asked this fairy to go to bed."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Bairen moved the river cart, instantly cutting off the distracting thoughts, feeling the softness behind him, and wailed again: "This is a test of my will."

In the afternoon, the Taoist priest came back from the mountain and didn't know what herbs he had picked to cook, so he brought them to Zhang Bairen.

Looking at Zhang Lihua who was sleeping, Zhang Bairen tiptoed and stood up slowly, slowly approached the door, took the medicine bowl from the Taoist priest's hand and drank it in one breath, then turned around and walked towards the bed: "Stay on the way tomorrow."

"Sir, don't you take a break for a while?" Bai Yun was stunned.

Zhang Bairen shook his head: "It's just too much sadness, which hurts the five energy. It's better to reconcile for a while."

Zhang Bairen crawled into the bed again, and Zhang Lihua's jade arm stretched over on one side, instantly entangled Zhang Bairen and hugged him in his arms again.

Feeling the convexity behind him, Zhang Bairen smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and simply turned around and pierced into Zhang Lihua's arms.

The night was slanted, and Zhang Bairen was so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and he came out of his arms. At this time, Zhang Lihua had already woken up, and his eyes were staring at Zhang Bairen and smiling.

Zhang Bairen was about to get up, but was grabbed by Zhang Lihua: "I will serve you."

At this time, Zhang Bairen's improvement improved a lot. He looked at Zhang Lihua with his eyes and stood up to take the warm water pills. Zhang Lihua said: "The head of the household said that the supper was ready, and I had already asked the Taoist priest to send it."

Zhang Bairen nodded: "Hurry up and eat. After dinner, I still have to meditate and practice, harmonize the dragon and tiger, nourish the five qi, and recover as soon as possible."

"It's just a woman who meets by chance. Why should you be so sad?" Zhang Lihua served supper.

Zhang Bairen paused and his face turned gloomy: "What I am sad about is not that woman, but this turbid world."

After saying that, Zhang Bairen picked up the rice bowl and looked at the pickles in the bowl, and the food was sweet.

After dinner, Zhang Bairen sat by the bed, and Zhang Lihua sat next to Zhang Bairen, imitating Zhang Bairen and meditating with her.

Zhang Bairen had time to meditate and practice at this time. Seeing the sharp sword intent that appeared in his body, he was stunned.

"The Juexian Sword Fetal has actually condensed?" Zhang Bairen was stunned when he looked at the illusory sword fetus.

"It actually condensed before I knew it, is that okay?"

If Zhu Xian is sharp and Zhu Xian is killing, then Jue Xian will die if he encounters it, and there will be no chance of life and will disappear in the world forever.

"I don't know when the fetus of the immortal sword will be condensed." Zhang Bairen thought in his heart.

The condensation of the sword body is only a basic skill. In the future, practice is the real skill of water-graining ink, and there is no shortcut at all.

After carefully experiencing the sword energy of Juexian, Zhang Bairen slowly retracted his mind and began to move the river cart to mobilize the energy of dragon and tiger.

Monks generally do not get sick. If they get sick, they will inevitably be a serious illness.

After reconciling the river cart several times, and after being absorbed by the divine fetus in his body, Zhang Bairen stopped exercising his abilities. Zhang Lihua, on the side, slowly removed her outer clothes and only wore a small suit. Her jade arms were warm and instantly hugged Zhang Bairen and stuffed them into her arms.

With a pair of soft and soft pillows on his pillow, Zhang Bairen felt a heat in his heart, and instantly the sword intent flowed, killing the evil fire.

Zhang Lihua is a pitiful person, and what can she do with her own little body?

There was nothing to say all night. Just as the next day was dawn, Zhang Bairen opened his eyes in a daze, feeling the soft, soft and firmness in his hands. He pinched it hazyly, then woke up instantly, a cold sweat flowed out, and hurriedly pulled out his palm, looking at Zhang Lihua who was still sleeping, quietly pulled away, but was pulled in a hazy way by Zhang Lihua and stuffed it into his arms again.

"I..." Zhang Bairen was speechless, and suddenly felt at a loss. He didn't know whether to touch it or not, so he could only lie there stiffly.

A rooster crow came, and Zhang Lihua woke up and stuffed a bare hand into Zhang Bairen's chest. She went up and down to search, and jumped down.

"What...what do you want to do?" Zhang Lihua's palm stopped at Zhang Bairen's chest, feeling the beating heart quickly. She said in her heart that "I'm a little man and a ghost" and pulled out her palm and murmured softly in Zhang Bairen's ear: "My little fever has subsided."

While talking, Zhang Lihua put on her clothes, and Zhang Bairen slowly opened her eyes and started to wear clothes with a "sleepy" look.

Looking at Zhang Bairen's still pale face, Zhang Lihua said with a distressed heart: "Will you sleep for a while?"

"I feel uneasy when I leave my mother alone at home! But my mother is stubborn and can't persuade her." Zhang Bairen sighed helplessly: "How can I have a good life now? I can't stay for a long time!"

After morning class, Taoist Baiyun walked in with the medicine and rice. Looking at the dark medicine, Zhang Bairen shook his head: "No need to take medicine. I have a clear understanding of my own illness. I still need to take care of it slowly."

While talking, Zhang Bairen picked up the chopsticks and ate a few bites sickly. He had no appetite and felt it was difficult to swallow.

Looking at the hazy sky outside and the raindrops dripping, Zhang Bairen picked up his own sword bag and carried it behind her.

"Mr., why don't I help you?" Looking at Zhang Bairen's sword bag, the Taoist priest hurried forward.

Zhang Bairen shook his head, carrying a sword bag, and he was practicing all the time, refining the sword fetus on the three souls and seven spirits. Cultivating one is like sailing against the current, if he doesn't advance, he will retreat.

On the one hand, Zhang Lihua picked up Zhang Bairen's long sword and hugged it in her arms: "I will carry this long sword for the young man."

Zhang Bairen did not stop him. When he walked out of the door, Baiyun put his bags on his horse. He felt comfortable if he had horses and camels.

Zhang Bairen was still walking, Zhang Lihua followed Zhang Bairen, Baiyun led the horse and walked casually behind.

Looking at the small village in front of you and the muddy path, Zhang Bairen said: "How far is it from Zhuo County?"

"It's early, hurry up and hurry up." Taoist Baiyun smiled softly.

Zhang Bairen carries a sword sac, tempers the sword energy in his body, enriches his own sword fetus, and constantly extracts the power of the innate sword fetus.

After the sacrifice of the innate sword fetal power, Zhang Bairen found that the long sword behind his home seemed to have undergone some mysterious transformation. Although this transformation was minimal, it was always going on.

Touching the sword bag, Zhang Bairen looked at Zhang Lihua: "Lihua."

"Hmm?" Zhang Lihua blinked, wearing a pink veil.

"You have to practice hard, and you are just the right time to practice this year," Zhang Bairen said earnestly.

"I know, I have the help of Mr. Zhang chuckled.

Taoist Baiyun in front of him interrupted at this time: "I said, "Mr. You are not good at your character. Just a passerby woman, she actually made me terminally ill. I wonder what plans are the younger man in the future?"

"Plan? I will kill the old ghost and god in the Black Mountain to avenge the poor woman." Zhang Bairen sighed softly: "The world is so ignorant. If you want the world to be in harmony, you still need to implement the way of kingship, and only the holy teachings can the world."

"Mr. planning to join the court to become an official?" Bai Yun was stunned.

Zhang Bairen was silent for a while before looking up at the sky: "It depends on the situation."

"My little man is now a master of Taoism, with the guidance of the queen of the dynasty, and with the support of General Yu Juluo, he will inevitably rise step by step and become successful in the future," said Taoist Baiyun.

"Don't seek success, but only seek peace and tranquility in the world." Zhang Bairen bowed his head and rushed to the road. A faint drizzle fell from the sky. Zhang Lihua opened the umbrella, but was pushed away by Zhang Bairen and continued on the road.

After the rain fell, it slipped down Zhang Bairen's clothes. Zhang Bairen's clothes were like a raincoat, without any moisture.

This scene made Taoist Baiyun tremble and his heart beat wildly: "I'm good, this kid has become a spirit! He has become a spirit! He has not touched the water. This is a strange phenomenon that only occurs when his supernatural powers reach an extremely high level."

"Mr. Taoism is really unfathomable, I admire it." Zhang Lihua came over.

ps: Some people say that the turning point is stiff, and Jiuming himself also thinks this. Because everyone sprayed water at that time, and they were upset and didn't lay the foundation. But today I read the book review and felt speechless. How cold-blooded are people now? What a Holy Mother bitch? A girl was ruined in front of you, and you can be indifferent. Just like watching a show, how cold-blooded you can say such words. Just like a man who molested a woman on a bus, does it have nothing to do with you? Doesn't there be any justice and morality? This nation...

You should know that sometimes it is the same thing when you hear it, know it is the same thing, and see it with your own eyes. Everyone says that the Nanjing Massacre, but how many people can experience that kind of pain and despair in their own way? The protagonist is not the woman who despairs, but an era! Everyone knows the horror of feudal ethics, but when you really appear in front of you, can you remain indifferent? Hate fools, hate the king's law, hate the ignorance of the world, and countless shackles. This is two different things about killing people.

When you read novels, you always have a misunderstanding. You think that living for a long time will make you very good. If you look down on everything in this world, even if you live for a hundred years, you will still be a bad old man? It seems that you can beat Long Aotian if you live for a long time. No matter how long you live for a long time, you should still be miserable! Whoever lives for a long time will be allowed to sit for whom. Why do you take everything lightly when you live for a long time? It's simply a magical logic. The old man in his eighties still goes to piaochang, and the monk also takes care of the second nai. Who do you think you're indifferent?
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