In order to avoid Anzhi's eyes, Ying Xiangmian secretly went to Dabie Mountain to practice, and Su Rili also instructed Mu Lang to be optimistic about Anzhi's every move.

Although it is a gloomy spring season, Dabie Mountain has been made dead because of the original poisonous fart Warcraft incident, but this can only blame people's greed.

Open the first type of martial arts in "Qi Tan Tianshu", and the name of the martial arts is "Qi Tan Pi Change".

What is "strange skin change" is to make the skin turn into golden skin, and then dazzling, and feel your own difference in the crowd.

Ying Xiangmian snorted, but she didn't expect Elder Yushuang to be a sullen person.

Then she took a look at the main function of the "Qi Tan Skin Change" move, which is to make the skin as hard and indestructible as a stone, so that it can be used to resist the attacks of the opponent's various sharp weapons.

It is very useful for people with thin skin and fear of pain, so as to prevent some assassination and sneak attacks.

It is more helpful for her to fight in actual combat, her skin will not be injured, she will not bleed, and she has a certain degree of defensiveness, which is as good as the King Kong baby in the seven gourd babies in her eyes.

At noon, when the sun was shining, she was still throwing stones at her body, so that her body could withstand the attack of the stone.

At the same time, there is also to "hit the tree", so that his skin and flesh will become thicker and thicker under the violent impact, so as to help himself resist the opponent's heavy blows in the battle and not be prone to serious internal injuries.

The old people in the park go to hit the tree in the morning exercise, but also to make their skin and flesh thicker, not easy to osteoporosis, skin disease, this is the same reason.

However, Xiangmian training is even more ruthless than the above, and only by putting herself to death can she shed her skin as a butterfly, which is her goal now.

At the same time, An Zhi was ostensibly wandering around, but in fact, it was to find Song Heng's practice place so that he could assassinate her, but Mu Lang's "never abandoned" and "followed hard" also made An Zhi have no way to contact the people of the six elders.

Ying Xiangmian has been practicing for more than a month on Dabie Mountain, and her skin is not as fair as before, but has become wheat-colored, and her previous motherhood has decreased a lot, and the whole person is becoming more and more like a man.

However, she took a picture of the lake and did not like the color of her skin now, so she bought some white cloth and wrapped her body tightly for sun protection.

She also puts on a face mask at night, does some simple basic treatments, and helps her whitening, and if there is sunscreen sold in this world, she will definitely stock up to prevent herself from getting darker.

The night breeze blew, and the fragrant cotton smeared the skin cream bought on the street, and her face was blown a lot by the wind, she practiced well everywhere, but she didn't dare to practice her face, which caused her face to be blown by the wind very painfully.

On the second day, she was stunned that she loved beauty, and she had to be ruthless to practice her face.

On her handsome face, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down, and at the same time, her body was covered with a white cloth, revealing only her face.

The scorching sun charcoaled her face, as if her head would soon turn into braised pork head, and Kamian closed her eyes, enduring the pain of the sun barbecue.

He also carried two large buckets of sand and gravel in his hand to strengthen his arm strength, and then muttered in his heart: "I want to peel successfully, I want to peel successfully............"

It wasn't until the sun went down that the two buckets of sand couldn't be lifted anymore that they were put down.

At night, she came to the river, pulled off the white cloth wrapped around her body, jumped in, and took a cool bath.

The water emitted a "zi... The sound of frying, the painful "hissing" of fragrant cotton, and the white smoke rising from the river, her dark and red body, like a soldering iron, darkened in the water.

The hot pain made her faint, and in her dream she dreamed of planting impatiens in the small courtyard with Song's mother, eating peanuts and chatting with Song's father under the moon, and watching Mulang and Anzhi wear wedding clothes to get married.

And he walked in the world with two kitchen knives and a book spirit to do good and eliminate evil.

Gradually, Ying Xiangmian's nerves finally relaxed, and there was no painful expression on her face, she lay on the sand bank by the stream and had a good dream.

After dawn, she got up from the river, scolding and muttering: "I'm really fucking cheap! Learning the "Sunflower Treasure Book" is a little faster than this, I knew that I didn't practice this kind of martial arts in the first place, and I was purely looking for abuse. ”

But complaining is complaining, Xiangmian is still a very stubborn girl, since she has chosen this difficult mountain road, she will persist in walking until she succeeds.

After getting dressed, she went back to Qingyuan to eat, after all, the life of sleeping in the open was too uncomfortable, and when she arrived at the door, she saw that half of her face was swollen, and she cried there.

An Zhi stroked his pretty face with one hand, and cried while holding the pipa and half-covering his face: "Young master, slave and maid, I miss you so much! And An Zhi's face is really nothing, and it has nothing to do with Sister Mulang." ”

After speaking, she was about to stand up, but who knew that there was a slight twist under her feet, which made her whole person stumble and fall into Ying Xiangmian's arms again.

Xiangmian held her, then smiled and said: "Don't fall down when you don't move in the future, I don't have so much mood to help you, and put your hand down, show me my face, whether it was a human beating, or a toothache, I can see it." ”

An Zhi covered half of his face with one hand, and then lowered his head, not daring to reply.

"Okay, I'm too straightforward, let's go, let's go find a stool to sit and look at the teeth," Xiangmian replied helplessly.

Ying Xiangmian helped An Zhi to the edge of the stone bench, and then took her hand away, revealing half of her swollen face, with smooth and fair skin and no slap prints.

After opening her cherry mouth and looking through the light, the gums inside were red and swollen with two large bags, and there were several small tooth decays.

After reading it, Xiangmian said with concern: "In the future, you don't want to eat candy and sweet pastries, and eat more fruits and vegetables, I'll go to make an ice pack for you to apply to your face." ”

After Xiangmian said these words, she got up and went to fetch well water to make ice packs.

An Zhi raised his delicate little red face, his little eyes secretly looked at Ying Xiangmian's back, and his face turned into a smile like a little daughter, as if his toothache was cured all of a sudden.

"This man is so good!, in the past, the man in the teahouse only cared about her appearance and whether she was sick, but this man is completely different" An Zhi couldn't help but compare in his heart.

After a while, the pain from the teeth was gone.

Ying Xiangmian carefully instructed again: "From today on, you will learn to do housework, cook, and manage your life in Qingyuan, don't be jealous with Mulang anymore, and don't use those small means anymore, I'm not an ordinary man who won't fall for these." ”

An Zhi nodded after hearing this, blushed, and replied lightly: "Thank you, young master." ”

"You're welcome, you and Mu Lang are my own sisters, I will be good to you like a good brother, help you become better girls, and find your own good match. ”

Ying Xiangmian looked at the blushing An Zhi and smiled, thinking that I, a hero, would help more stumbling girls in the future, An Zhi was the first, haha!

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Writing a book is not a matter of will, I came to create with enthusiasm, and now I don't know how long I can last, I admire those who continue to persevere, and I also hope that I can find hope on the road of knowledge and find the true meaning of hard work. At the same time, they are right, writing is like walking on a mountain road, the road is crooked and muddy, everyone hopes that they are the one who stands out, but how many heroes go up the mountain, and how many heroes go out of the mountain? The road ahead is long, we savor it carefully, and in the end there will be a hero, killing a world of his own. - Xiaoyu Xiaoyu