This problem has been pressed in Tuiji's heart for a long time, and he has tried to untie it countless times, but in the end he finds that it is becoming more and more impossible to get rid of, and it has become a dead knot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I told you before, why do I always have the shadow of a cow pink butterfly in my mind when I cultivate?"

Tui Ji looked at Zhuo Zangfeng and said, looking a little painful.

"Other times I can tolerate it, but when I'm cultivating, I can't concentrate all the time, and this feeling is very painful. ”

"I'm not sure if I'm afraid of her or ...... Like it?"

Looking at the sad expression on Master's face, Zhuo Zangfeng knew that he could no longer fool him with his previous remarks, and in fact, these childish remarks could not convince Tui Ji at all.

He thought about it for a long time, determined it in his heart for a long time, and finally figured it out that as he grew older, Tui Ji undoubtedly really liked Niu Fan Butterfly.

At that time, he said that he and Niu Fan Butterfly, jokingly, in order to dilute his fear of women, who would have thought that now he has no intention of inserting willows and willows.

"You're in love with him. ”

After saying this, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at Tuiji's shocked expression and stopped him from interrupting himself.

"Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, people are divided into yin and yang, yin and yang are interdependent and grow each other, this is all within the way of heaven, although we are cultivators, it is difficult to break away from the mortal womb of the flesh, live forever and see for a long time, how many people can do it?"

He concluded: "So, it's normal for you to like the butterflies. ”

"We cultivators, we don't want to be ruthless, you look at our Taoist ancestors, compassion for the world, and the world is in the chest, what a great mind is that?!"

Thinking of his master, Zhuo Zangfeng seemed a little excited in his words.

"Your master can be a withered tree, but you must not be a ruthless and unrighteous person. ”

"Cultivating oneself, cultivating oneself, cultivating oneself, cultivating oneself. If a person doesn't dare to express himself in the face of the person he likes, what kind of practice can he talk about?"

After saying this, he looked at himself with interest.

In fact, I thought about these words countless times in the early days, but it was never so clear as in front of me.

So after Zhuo Zangfeng finished speaking, even he thought that this kind of truth was simply too right.

He was skeptical, and then he confirmed himself with absolute certainty.

In terms of experience in dealing with women, he is just less afraid of women than Tuiji, or has more contact with women than a young monk.

If you insist on pulling, maybe the one on the grass with Yao Caiwei is the closest to a woman.

Experience, because it's nothing more than the beautiful feeling of kissing a woman once more than the little monk.

Tui Ji had thought about everything he had said countless times, and in his experience of treating women very little, what his brain could think of was not much different from what Zhuo Zangfeng said.

The reason why Zhuo Zangfeng was asked to speak out was not so much to listen to his opinion, but to hope for his support.

Tui Ji nodded, habitually wanting to do something with his palms together, but for some reason, he stopped in a hurry and smiled at the other party with a slight feeling.

This subtle emotion made Zhuo Zangfeng smile.

If he pushes himself to practice the Buddhist namaten etiquette at this time, he is the big joke in the world.

Think about it, a monk wants to ask someone for advice, is I in love with a certain woman, and then the other party answers, and then a serious Buddhist etiquette to thank you, this is simply so interesting.

The question is simple and easy to answer, and when it is finished, the two of them will laugh heartily.

Then he completely tore off the coat of the master of Buddhism, and hooked up with this worst disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, giggling and laughing, without any shape.

After chatting nonsense for a while, and then talking about "Tianji Shenjian" for a while, the two of them walked out of the hall, and at the request of Zhuo Zangfeng, they pretended to refuse, and showed a few swordsmanship in front of the outer disciples, and received a lot of admiring eyes and bursts of applause.

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I see how charming the green mountains are, and it is not as charming as the fallen leaves.

Master Deadwood looked at the verdant and steep mountains and took a deep breath of cool air.

Liu Qingfeng watched the leaves flutter in the wind, occasionally falling to the ground, and the slight sound seemed to come from the bottom of a person's heart.

But the head teacher's face was full of pride, and his sparse beard shook frequently as he spoke.

"The national teacher has never seen a person who cultivates and enters the realm as quickly as a bamboo shoot. ”

"Liu Zhangjiao must have never heard of a young man less than twenty years old who could break through the Great Sword Master Realm. ”

After some discussion on swords, the two sword cultivators who had cultivated to the top couldn't help but comment on the young cultivators in the world.

The person in Liu Qingfeng's mouth is Zhuo Zangfeng.

The cultivator in the mouth of the Deadwood Master is naturally a step in the world.

Although they are not the same person, their mouths are full of praise.

And in the same way, they are witnesses.

Bu Shishu was in Chang'an, the capital, and Deadwood was watching his realm improve rapidly.

Zhuo Zangfeng is in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Liu Qingfeng is teaching by word and deed.

Although he had never shown a trace of pride in front of anyone, under the praise of Master Deadwood, this old man who was the head of the strongest sect in the world couldn't help but praise his disciple.

"There are disciples like this, why do you need to walk at night in brocade?" Liu Qingfeng thought.

Deadwood knew that this Heavenly Sword Sect Master rarely praised others, but the old monk didn't think much of the terrifying cultivation speed of his disciple Ma Tayun.

I think this is just that this master sect has exaggerated in some places, and he is unwilling to lose to other sect disciples.

In fact, Liu Qingfeng has long been obsessed with everything, and he has no intention of competing with others at all, and all his admiration for Zhuo Zangfeng is from the bottom of his heart.

"In a few decades, Bu Gongzi will definitely be the first cultivator in the world, and the reputation of the Qianshan Bu family will not be under the Heavenly Sword Sect of the "Dao Sect Unparalleled". ”

Deadwood has no doubt about his own inference, so he says it very refreshingly, and he is not taboo at all with the Liu Zhangjiao around him.

The two talked like a sword, they never hid it, they thought of what they said, sometimes they seemed to be wise men who saw through the heavens, and sometimes they were like yellow-mouthed children who were calculating.

However, Lao Liu was proud, you, a monk, have been fooling for a long time, and you are a disciple of someone else's family, and what I am talking about is a disciple of my Heavenly Sword Sect, and the two cannot be compared.

So he smiled, and in his heart, he had the feeling that his own disciples had won glory for the sect, and he also had the intention of using my outstanding disciples to defeat you and praise the vanity of other people's disciples.

Liu Qingfeng thought, in terms of swordsmanship, your monk is not my old opponent; in terms of disciples, you Songshan, even if you add the National Teachers Academy, it is too much worse, and now in terms of cultivation as talent, your divine dragon bloodline is even less than our sword dao immortals.

"Hahaha!"

Liu Zhangjiao smiled at the wind, and at this moment, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

The mountain gate practice is pure, but some people have to send them to laugh and talk, but I am disrespectful.