In the end, Fu Su still felt that pleasure was not as important as his life, and with great joy, he took out the Golden Crow Bodhi Dew from the Qiankun bracelet, which was accidentally obtained by Lu Dao from a certain Buddhist holy place many years ago. The golden black bodhi dew was put in a small urn by her, took it out and reached out to dip it in, and then splashed it on Jing Zhao's face, and a few drops were sprinkled on the peaks of her neck.

The Golden Crow Bodhi Dew did not work immediately, Jing Zhao seemed to find the taste very tempting, and licked it drop by drop with his lips and tongue. Fusu's whole body trembled, and a stream of water overflowed between her legs, Ni Mei, I really regret that I didn't eat the meat sent to my mouth, I suffered too much.

"Ahem, Fusu, hurry up and get dressed, and you have to tidy up for Chenjun by the way, otherwise...... How do you explain it. "Streamer turned a blind eye to the naked flesh of the floating su, joke, what would a human think when he saw two dogs mating on the street? Of course, this description can't be told to Fu Su and Chenjun.

This is simply the most testing moment for her in more than a thousand years of life, not only to withdraw from the deep desires, but also to arrange Jingzhao's clothes. God, he took himself off naked, she dressed herself to say, dressed her, she was afraid that she couldn't help but push back.

Dressing himself first, Fusu gritted his teeth and tidied up the inside and outside of the monk's robe for Jing Zhao, but fortunately, Jing Zhao was very cooperative at this time. Although she didn't fully awaken her senses, she no longer intended to push her down, and after dressing Jing Zhao like this, she was already so tired that she collapsed, and the sweat that flowed out almost soaked her clothes.

"O injustice, this is really injustice. I really can't be alone with him anymore in the future, otherwise either he will eat me or I will eat him. The point is that it's my fault that I ate him, and I have to carry the black pot if he eats me, it's too wronged. Fusu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was speechless about what happened to him.

"If it's really the calamity that Heavenly Dao arranged for you to be Chenjun, you don't want to carry this black cauldron, Heavenly Dao is much more unreasonable than the master." The streamer silently mends the knife.

Fu Su didn't have the strength to refute it, but if it was really fate, she wouldn't bow to fate, although it was indeed very pleasant. But when one thing rises to the level of fate, she will bear the sword intent of annihilation, and she has a natural rebellious spirit against the word fate - you can arrange it like this, but I will definitely not do what you arranged.

From unyielding to persistent, Fusu felt that she had completed a qualitative leap, and when she had to be unyielding with sword intent, she did not bow her head to all kinds of death inflicted on her, and when she was obsessed with sword intent, she had a new goal to fight against the arrangement of fate. Of course, the premise is that if it is really the fate of the Heavenly Dao that arranges her as a tool, if it is not arranged in this way, she does not have to be stupid to fight against the Heavenly Dao, this target is too thunderous.

While she was thinking nonsense, Jing Zhao's mind had gradually come to her senses, and when she opened her eyes, she only saw Fusu with her chin propped up. Sunlight squeezed desperately into the hall through the cracks in the panes, and the dust swirled through it, painting the lines of her side with a thin layer of light. This picture is so quiet that it seems to have come from ancient times, and the scene is a little distracted, but it is not because of this picture, but because of the slight fluctuation in the heart of the inexplicability.

In the end, it only comes down to beauty, and beautiful people and beautiful things are inherently enough to make people feel nostalgic: "Senior Sister Fusu, are you okay?" ”

"Except that the dantian is empty, everything is fine. The streamer has already sensed, and there is no abyss demon cultivation inside and outside the Chengyun Sect, but the streamer can't sense whether the demon seed has been cleared, but this still needs to be confirmed by Jing Zhao Zen Master. Although Fu Su's dantian spiritual power was swept away, her body didn't feel too tired, and she had just accumulated a little spiritual power, and she had healed the injuries on her body, so it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it except that the dantian was empty.

Jing Zhao looked at it, and saw that Fusu was really good, so he didn't say anything, but when he got up, there was an exceptionally clear and clean breath from the end of his nose, and he smelled it carefully: "How can there be the breath of Jinwu Bodhi Dew." ”

This one...... How to explain it. Fu Su asked Streamer silently, and Streamer hurriedly gave her an excuse, and she used this excuse to prevaricate Jing Zhao: "The exercises practiced by the Demon Cultivators of the Abyss are all afraid of the things of Buddhism, and I got an urn of golden black Bodhi dew many years ago, so I sprinkled some, and some of it fell on Zen Master Jingzhao." ”

It was weird, but Jing Zhao couldn't find a loophole, so he had to nod in response. Seeing Fu Su sitting there, he thought she didn't have the strength to get up, so he got up and went to help her.

But when Fu Su was touched by him, her entire shoulder was numb, and the little bald head was really lethal to her. She trembled lightly and let Jing Zhao's hand go, and then she got up, and said with a smile: "Jing Zhao Zen Master doesn't have to worry, I'm fine, I just need time to accumulate spiritual power." There is still a battle at the time of the day (5 o'clock to 7 o'clock when the day is in), and I have to quickly accumulate spiritual power, and the next game is the long-famous loose cultivator Lu Sihua, who is not a good opponent to win. ”

Although Jing Zhao had some indescribable weirdness, he didn't insist anymore, just lifted up the monk's robe and stood up straight and said, "Then Senior Sister Fusu is so pranayama, I need to check whether the people inside and outside the Chengyun Sect have all broken the demon seed." ”

"If there is still something wrong, Jing Zhao Zen Master ...... Just come to me. "Fusut wants to say, don't come, but things have already done this, of course, you have to do it well, and you don't have to do it.

Hearing this, Jing Zhao nodded and left, but the more he felt strange as he walked. The streamer shook behind Jing Zhao, it felt that today it was watching Fu Su coax Chen Jun away, and Chen Jun still had to clean him up when he turned around, who made Chen Jun reluctant to clean up Fu Su, and Jing Zhao couldn't clean it up at present.

The master is right, if you don't stop cultivating your sword, you will eventually be invincible in the sea of stars.

"Don't reminisce, hurry up, unless you don't want to win."

Fu Su "oh", quite lost and sat with his eyes closed, feeling so remorseful, for what kind of meat was sent to her mouth, she pushed it out, and now I feel so empty, lonely, and so lost. Eh, the older young woman is as hungry and thirsty as a wolf, not to mention that she is such a thousand-year-old witch, and it seems that she should be hungry and thirsty.

Before entering the meditation, the last thought in Fu Su's mind was - the old witch, I want to find someone to cultivate, I can't live by eating the meat of the little bald head, I will be hungry and thirsty with green eyes.

The streamer silently didn't squeak, although it wanted to tell Fu Su: "You still want to sleep with someone else after sleeping with Chenjun, dream about you, Chenjun can't be willing." If you really sleep with someone else, with Chenjun's temper, that person is estimated to be miserable and inhumane violence. ”

When it was almost the third game, Fu Su filled the dantian with spiritual power, and Chengyun Zhengfa was extremely good in this regard. Fu Su tidied up, summoned the streamer and went to the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion was already lively at this time, everyone was talking about the afternoon's affairs, everyone had a feeling for the Dafa Pudu praised by Jing Zhao, but some felt comfortable, and some felt the pain of some peeling. Fu Su glanced in the direction where the Faye Temple was located, and only saw Tian Chong and the other two disciples of the Faye Temple, but he never saw Jing Zhao.

She really wanted to go over and ask, but she didn't go over, and the streamer asked her what she was for: "If fate has to arrange someone to do his robbery, I don't want to be that person, it will be very bitter." I want to live for anyone, and what path I take, I hope that it comes from my own choice, not for some predestined fate. ”

As a sword spirit, some of the thoughts and emotions of human beings are incomprehensible, but the firmness and persistence in Fusu's words can be heard. Fusu is the kind of person who always carries a sword, stands where she likes, and tells the heavens and the earth to tell the world that she is like this, such a temperament, whether she is liked or disliked, she said - I will not change, let alone change for anyone, if anyone is forced to come, first ask me if the shuriken is willing.

But when Streamer just wanted to shout "good" for Fusu's temperament, he heard Fusu muttering in a low voice: "Lu Sihua, Streamer, what should I do, that woman is very good." ”

The streamer shook the sword body, and hatefully drilled into the Qiankun bracelet and refused to communicate with Fusu, whether the other women were heretics or not It is not clear, Fusu is absolutely, it can't be anymore!

At this time, the sun is sinking in the west, and a touch of afterglow in the sky casts the Sword Pavilion into a magnificent place, and the smoke of the mountains is wrapped into a light veil of light and darkness, flowing undulating between the mountains. The crane flies back to the forest to live, the mountain birds and finches also return to the forest, and there is a flute in the sunset, bright and melodious, as if it can shine through the eternity and reach eternal life.

Fu Su stood on the platform, listening to the flute played by a monk in the distance, and his heart suddenly calmed down, and all the complicated distractions turned into clouds and mist in the mountains, and they dispersed as soon as the breeze blew: "Eh, that is, what do you want to do so much." It just so happened that the master had mentioned to me about getting married, so I agreed to come down and consider the candidate recommended by the master. ”

Generally speaking, monks choose to marry in infancy, because it will be difficult to continue the offspring, and once pregnant, they will face an extremely long pregnancy cycle. Fusu hadn't thought about getting pregnant or anything, she just needed meat now.

I have a certain idea, so I don't think about it anymore. At this time, Lu Sihua also came to the stage, and Fu Su smiled at her and saluted with a sword: "Fairy Lu is polite." ”

"Miss Fusu is polite." Lu Sihua also had a smile on his face.

After saluting each other, the two of them each pulled their swords, and Lu Sihua's sword intent appeared, and the streamer could see it: "It is the sword intent of the second sword intent, and what Lu Sihua cultivates should be the sword intent, gentle and lingering." Fusu is not easy for you to deal with. ”

Fu Su didn't answer the streamer, only condensed the unyielding sword intent on his fingers, and immediately the streamer shook a few times and quieted down. Lu Sihua took out the sword first, and the floating su gently handed out the streamer, and the sword intent overlapped out like a huge wave of the sea, although there was no water vapor, but the sword intent was still surging. If you have lingering thoughts, I will have endless waves, and one wave is higher than one wave, dear, please take it.

The sword intent of the sea is dignified and majestic, and Lu Sihua, who is moving around in the middle, is like a lonely boat in a huge wave, but he is not easily broken by the huge waves. Instead, when the waves are high, they are high, and when the waves are low, they are low, and the sword intent does not see the slightest condensation. Fu Su turned to the side lightly, slashing through the silky entanglement sword intent that hit her body, but at the moment of slashing, the annoying wisps of wisps tied her tightly.

This sword intent is so annoying, it's really cut, and it's messy.