Spring goes to autumn, the cold and heat are in a hurry, what changes is the season, and what does not change is the position.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

It's night.

The moon stars are scarce.

In a secluded place, the grass is knee-deep, a naked man and woman, with their eyes closed, their palms against each other, each of them constantly sublimating in meditation, as if silently feeling the force of heaven and earth, letting it cleanse the ** and soul.

Song Ming opened his eyes suddenly, his eyebrows were like daisies, his eyes were full of starlight, he neatly withdrew his left palm, raised his left wrist, looked at the Force watch lightly, dusted off his body, pulled out the weeds that grew on his inner thighs, and reached out to lift the bird's nest above his head.

Slam it on the ground!

"Isn't this still a cheat!"

In the past year, in addition to the fact that his cardiopulmonary function seems to have increased, Song Ming has never felt even a trace of force, and his Dao pressure is still 1, without the slightest increase.

The "God of Patience" in his heart then ascended to heaven, and he clasped his hands forward, seemingly pinching Isa's neck extremely hard, his face was red, and his seven orifices were smoking:

"Lao Tzu's one-year youth - not to mention the qualitative change, I haven't even seen the quantitative change, do you dare to be reliable once in your double cultivation?!"

Isa's feet were off the ground, and although she didn't take her breath, her expression was still the same, and she said disappreciably:

"But I think your cultivation looks very handsome, I have a gut feeling that one day, you will definitely become an excellent samurai! I'm still waiting for you to cover me. ”

"Huh? What about yourself......"

"Me, look, there's already a level 3 Dao pressure!"

"You--you are the same simulated Dogen, why am I not as good as a robot?"

"Keep up the good work."

"Come on your sister, I'm looking for a teacher."

"Are you looking for Teacher Xuanmei? Or Dr. Lee? ”

"Who does he/she am? Just give me some guidance that works. ”

"Dr. Li is doing an experiment, and Teacher Xuanmei is taking a bath."

A hint of obscenity flashed on Song Ming's face that even a robot could detect:

"You know that, too? Okay, then I'll look for Teacher Xuanmei, speaking of which, I haven't seen Teacher Xuanmei in the past two years...... Take me there. ”

"I don't want to go, the teacher is a Shimizu Dao samurai, and he will take a bath as soon as it gets dark."

"What does it matter if you're a robot?"

"What about you?"

"As a man, that's more normal."

Isha couldn't understand something, and smoke was coming out of her head.

Song Ming shook his head:

"Forget it, I'll go alone, it's really embarrassing for you to understand animals like men."

Isha paused, then smiled:

"Then you try to understand Teacher Xuanmei."

After getting a haircut, Songming didn't understand Isha's words, and turned around and left:

"Watch me gallop on the samurai road...... You, give me the wind. ”

"Wind? Why put the wind. ”

"Because it's dangerous."

"It's dangerous to say that."

……

There is something strange about the layout of the central villa of the training ground.

The top floor is the living room, the ground floor is the laboratory, both the top floor and the ground floor are decorated in the classical samurai style, except in the middle floor, which is a completely modern three-bedroom apartment, like a mezzanine in the middle of a hamburger.

Fully automatic intelligent furniture, sunken slow rocking sofa, 3D holographic high-definition color TV, carpets and walls that can simulate the climate of the four seasons, transformer steam sauna, and a peerless and unrestrained teacher in the bathroom - Xuanmei.

"Shi Niang must be a big beauty, right?"

Song Ming guessed like this, he was very depressed after half a year of double cultivation, he was eighteen years old, it was the age of blood and qi Fanggang, and he had received some bad education that deviated from the right track but thought it was normal since he was a child, and at this moment he unconsciously thought of some encounter pictures with feelings, and his liver fluttered and beaten.

"Don't you need me to introduce you?"

Isha was still a little worried.

Throwing away the grass roots in his mouth, and straightening his clothes, Song Ming waved his hand and smiled:

"Introduction? It's polite for me to go straight away. ”

"Are you really going to climb in through the window?"

"In this way, you can be polite, you go to the roof to get the wind, and when you hear a sound outside the house, you immediately whistle, and when you hear a sound inside the house, you should not hear it."

"Then you have to be safe."

Sending Isha away, Songming took out a grass root from his shirt, held it in his mouth beautifully, and then climbed up along the sewer pipe behind the house towards the large window on the second floor pointed by Isa.

He was slow, slow enough to hear his own breathing and heartbeat, to hear the murmuring of water coming from the window, slow enough to smell the subtle and stupid fragrance in the air.

One step, two steps, three steps...... When he finally climbed to the window, he could probably count how many steps he had just climbed and how many heartbeats his heart had beaten.

Exciting times are coming!

At this moment, what is presented in front of Songming is the moving rabbit and quiet like a virgin -

curtains, and-

A pig lying in front of a window with its limbs close to the wall in the shape of a gecko.

That's right, it's a pig lying in front of a window with its limbs close to the wall in the shape of a gecko.

The green grass roots slipped from Songming's mouth, and a cold wind blew his gloomy face.

Song Ming settled down and looked carefully at the pig, only to find that the fat lump was not all pigs, but a fat uncle with a pig's head on his body, probably a bit like Zhu Bajie in "Journey to the West", but looking at his dress, it is much more fashionable than Zhu Bajie - his hair is sparse and neat, his beard is slightly upturned, he has sunglasses on his face, he is wearing a straight windbreaker, his feet are shiny leather shoes, and he has a silver long sword around his waist.

The more Song Ming looked at it, the more furious he became, and he pinched his throat and whispered:

"Damn, a pig's head in the middle of the night, who are you?"

I didn't want that fat pig, but I opened my mouth to talk to people:

"Shh......h Spying on the same woman at the same time, we can be regarded as voyeurs. ”

"Huh?"

Songming couldn't cry or laugh, feeling that no matter how bad his taste was, he wouldn't have the same preference as a pig, and when he felt bad-

The fat pig suddenly changed his position, and actually sucked on the wall with one hand, stepped on the air with both legs, and smoked his cigar comfortably, and asked in English:

“What’s－Your－Name，Boy？”

Song Ming looked at the curtains that were blowing in the wind, his mind was not on the fat pig at all, and he only replied coldly:

"Songming."

The fat pig showed a look of disappointment:

"Songming...... Is it just a monkey? ”

Songming's face was not different, and he thought to himself, in the eyes of pigs, humans are all monkeys.

So he retaliated with a tooth for a tooth and replied in English:

"I'll give you full marks for your pretend, What's-Your-Name, PIG?"

I saw the fat pig grinning and pushing his sunglasses on his forehead:

"Rousseau, Amor Rousseau."

Song Ming saw the serious answer, but felt a little nervous:

"Is it necessary for a pig to have such an imposing name?"

Rousseau dropped his sunglasses back in front of his eyes, cocked up the collar of his trench coat, and tightly covered his neck:

"Pig ......? Looks like my true body has been discovered again. ”

"It's strange that such a large piece of pig's head is not discovered!"

Rousseau held the pig's head on his head, looked at the moon with a cigarette in his mouth, and said quietly:

"Whether it's good or not, it's so speculative, and we're veritable voyeurs."

Song Ming was speechless, and choked back:

"Where is the speculation, can you stop me from cultivating?"

Rousseau didn't reply, he sucked the cigar to the end in one breath, flicked his fingers elegantly, and flicked the cigarette butt away, at this time, he suddenly heard the sound of water in the room stopped abruptly, so he opened the curtains, and the pig's head poked in, probably seeing the incredible sexiness**, and couldn't help but scream:

"It's huge!"

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Preview: Chapter 0021, The Wound of the First Kiss