"After washing, it will be dark soon, and we have to catch some rabbits and prepare dinner," Lin Junxuan shouted as he looked at the one man and one fox in the stream. 【Reading.com】

The sound of the splash stopped abruptly, in the clear stream, a person and a fox listened to it, and after a while, Ji Ziyan's delicate voice came from a distance: "I know, I'll come ...... right away" said this, the girl shook, a string of crystal water droplets slipped out of her ** show, and the slender and slender body turned around at the same time, and in the golden sunlight, a heart-shaking face appeared in Lin Junxuan's eyes.

Under the sunset, Ji Ziyan's skin is condensed with mutton fat and white jade, smooth as Jiangnan satin, under the curved eyebrows, the smart eyes are black and white, as if the aura of mountains and rivers is gathered here, and the black eyelashes blink, as if the whole world has come to life, and even the stream has a beautiful color.

"It's ...... Ji Ziyan?" The girl who washed off the dirt on her face seemed to be a different person, exuding a thrilling charm on her, this beauty is not pretentious, but a kind of beauty that a girl naturally exudes. With a slender and delicate figure, a beautiful and delicate face, a wet algae show, and those shy cheeks, Lin Junxuan only felt that his heart was pounding twice. It's just a layer of dirt to cover up, but it makes the girl in front of you give people a completely different feeling, the girl in front of you is like an epiphany blooming in the middle of the night after ten years of silence, giving people a thrilling beauty.

The evening breeze hit, the girl's wet dress stuck to her body, revealing the girl's concave and convex body, she walked over the style, while twisting the wet show with both hands, and the little crystal water droplets rubbed with her slender Cecilia fingers, thrown into the golden evening glow.

"What's wrong with you?" Walking closer, Ji Ziyan saw Lin Junxuan's stunned expression, and said in surprise, and sat down next to Lin Junxuan.

She doesn't know which family she comes from, and she doesn't seem to know anything about human affairs. An ordinary woman's clothes are drenched, revealing her personal clothes, and her expression will not be as calm as her," Lin Junxuan said in his heart. Ji Ziyan had just frolicked in the water with the snow fox, her clothes and quilts were drenched, clinging tightly to her slender body, revealing a kind of swaying temptation, but she herself seemed to have no idea, and her expression was frank and natural.

"It's nothing, I just saw that the clothes on your body were wet," Lin Junxuan pointed to the clothes on Ji Ziyan's body and said indifferently.

The important parts of Ji Ziyan's body were not soaked with water, she could maintain a natural expression, and Lin Junxuan naturally did not deliberately avoid it.

As the ancients said, my fair lady is a good gentleman. A gentleman with high moral character, when he sees a beautiful woman, will also have feelings of affection and admiration. This kind of feeling is a kind of instinctive expression of the pursuit of good things as a human being, although the gentleman is noble, but he is also a human being, and it is inevitable that he will be vulgar. The gentleman is still like this, Lin Junxuan naturally does not think that he is stronger than the gentleman in ancient times. It's just an instinctive expression of human nature for beauty.

"Ah!" Ji Ziyan glanced down at the clothes on her body, and said in a little surprise: "However, I am also like this at home, no one will say anything!"

When Lin Junxuan heard this, his brows were slightly lame, and he looked up at Ji Ziyan, she looked serious, not like she was lying.

"There is a difference between men and women, whether they are given or received, this is the teaching that the rich family must pass on to women, how can she not know this?" Lin Junxuan was surprised in his heart, seeing that she looked like a matter of course, and he was not ready to say more, there are no wonders in the world, there are three-legged frogs, and there are some ladies who don't know this, and there is nothing strange about it.

"After a while it will be dark, so I'll go get some firewood, and in the evening you can go to the fire and dry your clothes. After Lin Junxuan said this, he walked towards the mountains and forests near the stream

The place where Wanhua Sect is located, the mountain peaks are like ridges, continuous like cows, and in the vast sea of fog, a row of gloomy palaces spreads out.

In a palace near the main hall, agate is paved on the ground, white jade is the table, and a handsome young man sits in front of the white jade table with a celadon tea cup in his hand. It was a handsome and fair face, but it was tangled and twisted at the moment, and on the bridge of the nose, a vein bulged like an earthworm crawling.

"Damn, three years ago in Ailao Mountain, I was killed by that kid for the second junior brother, the third junior brother, and the fourth junior brother, this time I deliberately called the senior uncle of the sect, or deliberately sneak attacked, and I actually lost to that kid, he was only a third- or fourth-grade cultivator, and he easily killed the nine-grade master, is that sword really so powerful?!" Han Liming's heart was full of disbelief and jealousy, the kind of desire to kill and seize treasures immediately was like a poisonous snake, entangled in his heart, Han Liming's five fingers like an iron hook suddenly tightened.

"Smack!" The tea splashed everywhere, pieces of broken porcelain shot out from his hands, and fell to the ground, Han Liming's fingers were cut by broken porcelain, but he himself seemed to be unaware.

"Da!" a golden boot stepped through the door, and after opening the door, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a two-handed-eight mustache stepped through the door with his hands on his back.

"Who?" Sensing that someone had broken into the room, Han Liming's face changed and he shouted violently. When he turned his face and saw the man stepping into the door, his face changed, Huo stood up, and said in fear: "Ninth Master!"

Well, the master of the Wanhua Sect who came in nodded lightly, glanced at Han Liming's blood-dripping hand, and said silently, "Don't stop the bleeding yet." Aren't you still thinking about the things on Ailao Mountain?"

This master of the Wanhua Sect said indifferently, but Han Liming's face was even more panicked, Mu Ran's knees were weak, and he knelt on the ground, without saying a word, he kowtowed three times, his forehead burst out, and blood flowed sideways, only then he raised his head, and said with a panicked face: "Uncle Shi, my nephew really didn't expect to cut Uncle Liu to death!

"I didn't say that you did it on purpose, what are you anxious about," the middle-aged man glanced at Han Liming and said coldly: "Besides, just by virtue of you, do you also have the ability to 'deliberately'?" The thirteenth junior brother is not good at learning, he is more than half a jiazi, and he has not yet reached the dragon and tiger stage, and he deserves to die." - You said that the cultivation of the disciple of the Fangcun Sect is less than the fifth grade, is this really the case?" He was also present when he was in Langya Mountain, but there were too many on Langya Mountain at that time, and when he passed, he saw only a crowd of people, and he could see a young man with a sword.

"Uncle Shi, it's true. That kid was just a third-grade supreme true demon hand to help provide cultivation, so he relied on that sword and killed the thirteenth master with one sword. Ninth Master, the elders of the sect, you have to make decisions for me!" Han Liming said again, and even the ground was stained with a layer of blood. Han Liming was terrified on the surface, but he knew in his heart that all the old guy cared about was the terrifying divine sword. The lower I talk about that kid's cultivation, the more he can highlight the power of the sword, and the more he can hook the old guy's greed.

The slender middle-aged man stroked his chin with one hand, and was silent, his eyes flashed with bursts of light from time to time, and suddenly his body turned, and he said, "Dawn, you see that kid." You can draw some paintings, you draw his portrait, and then give it to me, I will ask the sect to draw a few more, and then pass it on to the evil sect, and the disciples of the Fangcun Sect are wanted all over the world. If you can capture the Fang Cun Sect disciple who killed the thirteen junior disciples, you should remember that you have done a great job.

Hmph, my disciple of the Wanhua Sect, even if it's waste/fast, I can't allow people from other sects to make a move!"

"Yes, Uncle Shi!" Han Liming was determined in his heart, knowing that the crime of killing the master in the sect during this trip to Langya Mountain was temporarily pressed, and after hesitating for a while, Han Liming said: Uncle Shi, the matter of the sword on that kid's body, otherwise......

"I have my own measure in this matter, I just said that the kid stole the treasures of my Wanhua Sect. If the other sects are captured, it will give us a face for Wanzong. Before Han Liming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by this master of the Wanhua Sect, who was called the Ninth Master.

"Yes, Uncle Shi!" Han Liming said respectfully.

"Well, I still have something to do. After a while, after you finish drawing, hand it over to the next person!"

With a stroke of the high sleeves, he turned away.

Congratulations to the uncle, after the ninth uncle left, Han Liming slowly raised his head, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his bloodstained forehead, the panicked look on Han Liming's face swept away, and a smile appeared instead: "Old guy, you have high skills, better than me, let you press it today, one day, I will let you lick my feet." ”

Got up and took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the bookcase in the room, and Han Liming held the pen on the table for a while. A portrait of a person comes to life. Han Liming dried the drawing paper, then rolled it up, and shouted loudly outside the door: Someone!

"Senior Brother," a junior disciple of the Wanhua Sect quickly stepped outside the door.

"Give this portrait to the Ninth Master," Han Liming said with a dignified expression.

"Yes, Senior Brother. The terrified disciple took the portrait and strode out......

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In the dark night, after a spark, a bonfire was lit by the creek. The two of them sat opposite each other by the bonfire, Lin Junxuan threw some dead branches at his feet into the fire, and after the fire was strong, he looked up and said to Ji Ziyan: "The fire is a little strong, you can dry your clothes, be careful." ”

"Hmm. Ji Ziyan nodded, then stood up, grabbed the corner of the dress in Lin Junxuan's shocked gaze, and wanted to take it off.

"Wait. Lin Junxuan said busily, but he was still a little slower, and some important parts of women were still a little bit.

"What's wrong?" Ji Ziyan stopped in the air with both hands, his black eyelashes/fast hair trembled, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at Lin Junxuan puzzled.

"That's it. Lin Junxuan sighed and turned his head: "You bake it." "Lonely men and widows in the barren mountains and mountains, it is said that there should be some taboos, but Ji Ziyan doesn't seem to understand the feelings of men and women at all. Lin Junxuan originally told her to be careful when she was by the fire and dressed and dried, but she didn't expect her to take it off, and she didn't shy away from it at all.

"I really don't understand, which lady she is, she doesn't know anything about this. Could it be that she grew up in an environment where she had never seen other men, otherwise, how could she not even understand this?" Lin Junxuan was puzzled, sometimes he really suspected that she was a cultivator, but there was obviously no mana fluctuation on her body. And if you are a cultivator, your clothes will not be torn. She had to look calm, and it didn't look like she was lying. The more Lin Junxuan thought about it, the more confused he felt.