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The people of this world, the way of fighting is lackluster, the cultivator's fighting method pursues higher attack power, and stronger defense, one force to ten wills, in the face of complete power, a qiē conspiracy and trickery are all jokes, but human wisdom is endless, and there are ways to use it to make flowers, and some witty and ingenious people stand out from it, and transcend it between countless lives and deaths, and achieve a world-famous act. ~

In a herd of cattle that can only rush in a straight line, the cow that will retreat and save the country may not only have the last laugh, but also become the leader of the herd.

Looking at the group of people who are famous in the cultivation realm and stand at a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, they are all strong people of this type, either because of chance, they have obtained some kind of inheritance or some kind of treasure, or because of their origin, they have inexhaustible resources since they were young, or because of themselves, relying on unremitting efforts, step by step, to fight out a blood pool road of their own...... In short, God rewards diligence, not only for hard work, but also for hard thinking.

can think, good at thinking, this kind of person may be the "spirituality" in Ning Lao's mouth.

In Mo Dyeyi's opinion, she is not very smart, but the education she has received since she was a child, and the world she was in has made her think better than people in the Sky Continent. It's going to find problems, uh, it's going to be flexible.

Be really smart. Not to mention the distance, she can't compare to Lin Zimu who sways in front of her every day, this is the real smart person. Basically, Ning Lao had refined something twice. He can almost copy it, whether it is the technique or the steps, it is not bad at all, thanks to the cultivator's unforgettable super memory, she can do it dangerously, but when it is manifested from her hands, how can it not be as chic as Lin Zimu. Stumbling is a common thing.

If it weren't for Ning Lao opening a small stove for her, and gradually flattening the gap between the two, I am afraid that this person would still be standing on the high mountain and looked up to by her.

The closer you get in touch, the more you can feel the charm of Lin Zimu, erudite, focused, humble, gentle...... There is a smell of dust and ethereal smell all around his body, and the childish nature that occasionally reveals is particularly rare, he is like a piece of white jade that is constantly washed by the sea, and he is bright and clean. The light under the moon is not reflected and light, but is itself a light source.

The study time of ink dyeing clothes is undoubtedly very pleasant. Because of Ning Lao, and because of Lin Zimu, it is precisely because of this heartfelt pleasure that she shows a bit of her true temperament, although she does not forget to pretend to be weak, but from time to time there will be unexpected actions, compared to unexpected words, the blocked Lin Zimu's face was flushed, and he was speechless.

Bad ink-dyed classmates! Ruyu Meinan is in front, not a little teasing, sorry for himself, of course, a mysterious careful mind is hidden under the appearance of ignorance and pure beauty.

"Uncle Zimu, why is there only a woman's ghost in this love bell, so won't the effect of the female cultivator be halved?" The classmate with a bad heart in ink-dyed clothes tilted his head slightly, looking like a curious baby.

The fascination bell is a phantom magic instrument, embodied in a variety of musical instruments, the bell, just one of them, with music as a medium to tempt the fascination, capture the soul, really provoke the beam, or the inner Yan thin ring fat, glamorous and beautiful all kinds of beauties, it can be said that the illusion of a magic weapon is the first and foremost is the quality of the female ghost.

Of course, there used to be a saying in the world where the ink dyed clothes were located, there are no ugly women, only lazy women, and it is also applicable in the cultivation realm, even if the foundation of the yin soul is poor, not very beautiful, or it is simply saltless, the refining monk can also modify it, and have a small plastic surgery, in this regard, the cultivator is much more powerful than the mortal, and the mind is moving.

Because of the habit of seeing beautiful women, the vision is extremely high, and the charm of this fascination is moving.

"There are still a lot of male friars." Lin Zimu was a little tongue-stricken, and could only reply uncomfortably, but how could such a vague answer satisfy Mo Dyeyi.

"There are not many female cultivators, or does Uncle Lin think that our female cultivators are not as powerful as male cultivators?" The ink-dyed garment continues to be undressed.

"No, essentially, it's all the same." Lin Zimu's face softened a little, this topic is relatively safe.

"In that case, there shouldn't only be a woman's ghost in this love bell, but also a man's ghost, so that it's useful for both men and women, whether the person is male or female, whether he likes the opposite sex or the same sex, he or she can meet his/her needs." Ink-dyed clothes said seriously,

Lin Zimu couldn't resist it, why did he go back crookedly.

The warm eyebrows and eyes had a faint layer of crimson, "Male...... Woman...... For this, you have to add a layer of space inside. "I kept sighing in my heart, so I just followed this one, and I finished it early and was relieved as soon as possible.

"Why add a layer of space, it's not very troublesome, and the materials may not be able to withstand it, can't it be put together?"

Put it together, isn't it to mess around?!

Lin Zimu became more and more embarrassed to look at Mo Dyeyi, and the scene of that day resurfaced in his mind, perhaps, there was an "evil thought" in his heart in vain, perhaps, it was not bad to put it together, men and women were intertwined...... Wouldn't it work better?

Uh, like the same sex? He had also heard before that some monks had a special orientation, regardless of men and women, and the love clock sometimes had an impact on female cultivators, and the effect was not weaker than that of male cultivators??????

Both sexes...... Female ...... Male ......

Lin Zimu, who is relatively simple in this regard, immediately dyed two red clouds on his cheeks, a little red at the tips of his ears, and the fascination clock that he was fiddling with was thrown out like burning his hands.

This fascination bell was refined by Ning Lao, and it was not sacrificed, it was equivalent to an ownerless thing, and the yin soul inside still retained a trace of sanity, before the owner was determined. Don't dare to make extra movements, when the divine sense of the ink-dyed clothes swept in, there were only a dozen trembling women inside. Prostrate, not even daring to lift his head.

Alas! She only sighed, here. Pity is superfluous and needs to be abandoned, and others are more ruthless than the other. Your kindness is equivalent to defeat, she only earns another life in this firmament continent, but she doesn't want to give it up lightly, but wants to live, these are just pediatrics, compared with those who do everything, she is still immature. It takes more time to learn.

Ning Lao's recent courses are mostly about demon cultivation, although she is a woman, this fascination bell can't be bypassed, not only to understand, but also to master everything.

The cultivation realm is really contradictory, there are many rituals and teachings, full of morality, but there are a lot of male thieves and female prostitutes in private, and this kind of magic weapon is still very useful.

Ning Lao held his own identity, and after teaching, he patted his ass and left. Let Lin Zimu and Mo Dye Yi explore on their own.

Actually, what is there to ponder? None of them are half-understood rookies, and under the professors over the years, the level of the two has been bullish all the way. Some things are universal, and it's not that difficult to be obsessed.

It's just that Lin Zimu is embarrassed, and he ran into such a freak as ink-dyed clothes, and he doesn't have the reserve that a woman should have, and he prefers to see Lin Zimu's jokes.

In other words, everyone has this kind of bad roots, and when they see a beautiful thing, they always want to break it, and they are curious about its unfinished and beautiful side.

Lin Zimu's concentration was still relatively high, so he blushed for a while, and then put it aside as if nothing happened.

The ink-dyed clothes snickered in his heart, pretending, telling you to pretend, the red on the tips of the ears has not faded yet!

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"Ahem, Yi'er, I'm going to the back mountain tomorrow, ahem......" Ning Lao is thinner, his face is full of deep lines, his eyes are no longer blazing, cloudy, and only occasionally flashes a fine light, like a meteor flying by.

The ink dyed clothes were sour and astringent in his heart, and going to the back mountain meant that Ning Lao was going to sit down and die.

"Ahem, I have already taught you what should be taught, and how much you can comprehend depends on your creation." Ning Lao's tone became short, and his breathing was even more unsmooth, "I won't leave you anything, those things, given to you, is it a curse or a blessing......

How much net worth Ning Lao has, he has never said it himself, and he has never asked about ink-dyed clothes, but refiners have always been chickens that lay golden eggs, and they will not miss it.

The materials she has used in the past few years have all been prepared by Ning Lao, but Lin Zimu has spent it herself, so there are many things that she has practiced, but Lin Zimu has not, and there is a difference between intimacy and intimacy, Ning Lao naturally will not let Lin Zimu learn more than ink dyeing.

But the finished product they refined, even if it was a failed broken product, Ning Lao would not allow them to take it away, and as for where he received it, it was unknown.

Looking at it now, these things, together with Ning Lao's previous collections, should be attributed to the sect, more precisely, to Yuqifeng, including what Ning Lao learned in his life, as far as the ink dyeing clothes know, they were handed over to the sect early......

His old man was right, but anything left to her was a curse rather than a blessing, what she had learned from him over the years was already the most precious thing for Ning Lao, and he had left the best to her.

In an instant, the ink dyed clothes with tears in her eyes, her body was already emotional beyond ordinary people, and her tear ducts were extremely developed.

"Ahem...... Clothes ...... Go ahead! Ning Lao slowly closed his eyes and waved his wrinkled hand.

The ink-dyed clothes covered their mouths, biting their lips tightly, without making a single sound, they respectfully kowtowed nine heads towards Ning Lao, and withdrew.

She stared at the closed door for a long time, her eyes blurred with tears, but her memory became clearer, and the frames passed by in front of her......

A dead leaf was swept down from the treetops by the wind, flying in circles in front of her eyes, the ink-dyed clothes turned suddenly, the crystal tears turned into two broken bead chains, and ran away all the way, the mourning on the woman's body was silent, but it was more shocking than crying loudly.

Lin Zimu, who was also infected by sadness, did not miss the loss of ink dyeing clothes, the sadness that was heavily imprinted between his eyebrows, as if he was stabbed in his heart with a needle, heart-wrenching, unforgettable, he wanted to heal the sadness, the slender palm was unconsciously raised, following the slender back, his fingertips moved slightly, but he could only lightly trace the shallow outline of the back...... (To be continued)