Looking at Cai Xiaofang's departing back, Wu Ming felt a strange feeling in his heart for some reason, so he described it as peculiar, it was because this feeling was very complicated, but it was a little sweet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth drew a faint arc, and he immediately returned to calm, he gathered his mind, closed his eyes again, and began to adjust his breathing, allowing himself to enter that empty artistic conception.

The previous attempts to sprint against the Ren pulse and the Du pulse had failed, and this time Wu Ming decided to start with the belt pulse closest to the Qi Sea.

The belt vein is located above the navel and circles the body, like a belt.

Vitality is raised from the sea of qi, and the divine thoughts move to gather the vitality at one point, like a beast waiting to charge.

Wu Ming's divine thoughts pointed directly to the location of the belt vein, and the abundant vitality accumulated in more than 20 days was like a wild horse that had escaped, rushing towards the belt vein.

The wild horse galloped into a flat river, and the vitality in the veins brought a comfortable sense of qi, and with a sense of qi, it means that this section of the road is open, because it is not painful.

Wu Ming held his breath, and his thoughts quickly urged his vitality, as if he was galloping wildly, wanting to gallop to the end of the belt in one breath.

Soon, Wu Ming's intention to capture the belt vein was blocked, and he found that on the Pingchuan, which was originally as flat as a mirror, there were large and small thorns, and the advance of the vitality was obviously hindered.

The familiar tingling came again, but not as intensely as before. Judging from the slightly weaker tingling, Wu Ming understood that the way forward was only blocked, not completely cut off.

Since it is not completely cut off, there is still hope, so he gritted his teeth and was ruthless: "Dare to block Lao Tzu's way, Lao Tzu has leveled you!"

The vitality is fully opened, and in the galloping of thousands of horses, there are thousands of thorns in front of it, and it is necessary to step out a flat avenue with iron hooves.

Enduring the stinging pain and the huge consumption of vitality, Wu Ming's face was like a blank paper, just like the faces of those women who used a lot of whitening masks in their previous lives, which was a particularly unnatural whiteness.

Time passed minute by minute, and although Wu Ming's eyes were closed, he could feel the perseverance in it.

At this moment, a thin mist appeared around his body, and in the afternoon sunlight scattered through the broken roof, it seemed to be covered with a faint layer of gold.

Time passed unconsciously, and Wanma finally stepped on the thorns, and those stinging sensations finally gradually dissipated.

Wu Ming opened his eyes and fell to the bed, gasping for breath, covered with sweat and a face without much blood, just a young man who had just escaped from the famine area.

Wu Ming felt a burst of dizziness in his mind, but this kind of dizziness did not have any disgusting feeling, but a kind of satisfying pleasure, this feeling made Wu Ming can't help but think of the night when he was tired of the countless women in his previous life.

This kind of tiredness is very similar to that kind of tiredness, but the difference between self-masturbation and his masturbation.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but complain: "It's really fucking painful, it's not all bad mixed to cross, Lao Tzu is so good, how can I cross it!"

You can complain, but you have to go on, and to put in her mood, Wu Ming comforted himself: "Fortunately, Lao Tzu is talented, this belt vein has finally been broken by Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is now also a martial artist with a pulse." ”

Wu Ming, who had recovered for a while, took a heavy breath, his mind moved, his vitality was running, and a faint red appeared in his palm, looking at the red, Wu Ming's excitement was like the feeling of getting his salary for the first time.

The sun had set in the west, and Wu Ming was lying on the bed with a tired body, already asleep. No one thought that a freak who failed to quench his body and passed through the vein was born!

As night fell, Wu Fan, who had dissipated the residual wine, heard the news from Granny Cai that Wu Ming was unwilling to take Wu Ruhua, and was walking on the way to Wu Ming's house with a feeling of incomprehension and hatred.

If Wu Ming knew that Wu Fan hated iron and steel at this time, he would definitely joke in his heart: "Lao Tzu saw your baby daughter, she was already good if she didn't become impotent, and she still wanted to become steel?!"

Wu Fan came to Wu Ming's house, he knocked twice, called twice and no one answered the door, so he gently pushed, and the broken door of the house could withstand the blow of those who had reached the first level of martial arts.

So the bolt of the door broke, and the door naturally opened, but the strange thing is that this is not big, and it is not small to say that Wu Ming did not react at all, and he still slept soundly.

Wu Fan stepped forward and shook Wu Ming a few times, Wu Ming opened his silent sleepy eyes, and when he saw Wu Fan's cloudy face, he said lazily: "Uncle Wu, you are here." ”

Wu Ming had just sat up, when Wu Zhuang and Ruhua also came to Wu Ming's house.

Wu Fan said to the two of them in an unkind tone, "What are you two doing?"

When Wu Zhuang and the two of them bowed their heads and were silent, Wu Ming smiled and said, "Uncle Wu has something to ask me?"

Wu Fan suddenly lost his breath when he saw Wu Ming's heartless smile: "Granny Cai told me! What she said is true?"

Wu Zhuang and Ruhua's eyes were full of expectation, and so was Wu Fan, but the promises they expected were completely different, one hoped to get affirmation, and the other hoped to get denial.

Wu Ming replied, "It's true, I don't want to." ”

"Why? Wasn't all the previous efforts to marry Xiaohua?"

Hearing Wu Fan's name for Ruhua, Wu Ming had an unconcealable smile: "Little flower?!Damn! It's small there? Oh, it's small to the eyes! Damn! Xiaohua! This is clearly a big tree in the sky, okay! If it's really a little flower, I'll marry it!"

The smile on Wu Ming's face seemed to Wu Fan to be a kind of self-deprecation, why did he laugh at himself? In Wu Fan's mind, Wu Fan must have been too inferior.

Yes, being a man who is unable to practice is indeed a very worthy reason to feel inferior. So Wu Fan, who thought he understood Wu Ming's thoughts, said in a slightly slower tone and a little weaker anger: "Xiao Ming, you can't give up on yourself?"

Wu Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Wu, I really didn't give up on myself! I really don't think I'm suitable for Miss Wu?"

Wu Fan paused for a moment and said: "Xiaoming, you are really a good boy, I don't worry, I promised your father about your marriage to Xiaohua, even if you are not good, I will keep my promise." ”

"Other fathers leave gold and silver, at least leave a talented or something, you might as well leave me a big girl who can crush me into a meatloaf!" Wu Ming scolded in his heart.

At this time, the girl Ruhua said: "Dad, I really don't want to marry this waste!"

Wu Ming hurriedly answered: "Yes, Uncle Wu, the twisted melon is not sweet!"

Wu Zhuang cast a grateful look at Wu Ming, but this vision happened to be seen by Wu Fan, and he said angrily: "What do you see! Xiao Ming, you listen to it, even if the melon is sweet or not, I know! So you don't have to worry about what others think! This is my decision!"

Wu Ming said a little hurriedly: "Uncle Wu, I really can't marry Miss Wu!

Wu Fan said angrily: "Unless you win the battle against Wu Zhuang, I will promise you to cancel the marriage!"

"Is Uncle Wu serious?"

Wu Fan nodded and said, "If you win, I will promise you!"

So Wu Ming saw hope, while Wu Zhuang and Ruhua looked depressed.