Xia Jing watched Shui Xin take off his wet coat.

There is nothing that can't be seen, there is an undershirt under the coat, and the undershirt is woven of cicada silk, which does not invade water and fire.

If you are in Shangyuanzong, as Shui Xin, there should be several pieces of heavenly silk coats to wear, and if water is splashed on it, it will only flow down in vain and will not seep into the cloth.

Compared with the Shangyuan Sect, the history of the Fuguang Sect is shorter, and it is more limited in terms of cultivation resources, but it is not so much that even the people around the Supreme Elder cannot receive a piece of the Heavenly Silk Coat.

Is it because Shui Yun and Qingxia feel that everything they wear is the same, so they didn't ask for it? With the indifferent character they showed, it's really possible.

"Change your pants and wipe the wet area." He threw away another pair of Yun Yiyi's pants.

The girl untied her trousers and was covered with only socks and underwear.

The silk undershirt was very short, revealing the girl's white and tender shoulders, and also revealing the girl's round thighs, with crystal droplets of water hanging on them.

The girl rolls up her old clothes, wipes the water from her skin, puts on clean pants and puts on a clean skirt.

There must be pants under the skirt, and people in the cultivation fly around every day, passing by the heads of countless people, if the skirt is empty, it is really a bodhisattva's heart.

Moreover, the mundane feudal rituals inevitably affected the practitioners, and many practitioners regarded this kind of charity as a great shame.

Flying over the heads of others empty under the skirt, not only will you not be grateful, but you will be caught up, fighting swords, and teaching you a hard lesson.

Picking up the clothes that Shui Xin had changed and hanging them on the clothes pole in the yard, Xia Jing looked at the dripping shirt and turned his head to look at the girl.

"It's wet, how can it be comfortable." He said.

"Nothing."

"You don't have to learn from Shui Yun, she has cultivated the secret method of Taisuguan and extinguished the excess lust, since she didn't teach you the secret method, she doesn't want you to be like her. What's more, she won't stand stupidly and watch the water splash. ”

"I blocked it with my spiritual power, but I didn't block it." Shui Xin pursed her lips, and there was a faint dissatisfaction hidden under the faint words, dissatisfied with herself.

"How long have you been in the Void Realm? How to block it. Xia Jing smiled.

In addition to the gluttonous accident brought by the red kite, he successfully hooked up a girl's emotions.

"Moreover, how stupid it is to use spiritual power to block hard, you should use magic." As he spoke, Xia Jing pinched a trick and pointed to the water tank not far away.

A trace of fluttering aura was grabbed by his dantian and sent to his hand along the meridians, resonating with the magic formula.

On the water tank, a stream of water as thin as a flower stem gushed out, crossed an arc on the side of the tank, flashed a burst of light at the end of the day, and poured it on the stone bricks.

Shui Xin looked at the shallow puddle of water on the ground, and then looked at Xia Jing with a faint doubt.

Xia Jing let go of the technique, this hand was indeed too small and not very elegant.

He explained: "The loss of the technique with the aura urging technique is too great, and you use the spiritual power of the non-manifestation realm to urge it, and it is easy to stop that scoop of water. ”

"You're already angry?" Shui Xin was puzzled by this matter, and Xia Jing misunderstood.

On Qinglan Peak, she has been following Xia Jing and has not seen the young man practicing.

Moreover, the young man had only been in the field for a month, and it took her two full months to learn to absorb qi into the dantian with the careful teaching of the master and the help of the elixir.

As for transporting the aura to the hands, accurately resonating with the magic made by the fingers, and casting the spell, it is even more distant.

"It's just a matter of getting angry. Shall I teach you this water trick? Xia Jing didn't care, what was there to care about, his water trick was the real subtlety.

Shui Xin suppressed his doubts, Master never doubted, and she shouldn't have doubts.

She replied: "Master said that the magic is all small paths, and the way of the sword is the ladder to the sky. ”

"That's because the Fuguang Sect is not enough, the magic needs to be improved and innovated from generation to generation, and it needs to be smart and inherited, and the way of the sword only needs to rely on talent and recklessness."

Shui Xin looked at him in the blink of an eye, the Fuguang Sect was dominated by the way of the sword, how could he say bad things about the sect?

"To learn or not to learn?"

"Don't learn."

"Don't talk or learn."

"Evil way."

Xia Jing looked the girl up and down, marveling at the fact that under her small body, there was such a big aggression hidden, and scolded all the cultivators at once.

Fortunately, Xia Jing is a sword cultivator. Fortunately, he has a transcendent identity.

He oppressed people with his power: "Tell me, 'The magic is too powerful, I really want to learn, Brother Jing hurry up and teach me!'" ’”

Shui Xin opened his lips and stared blankly at the shameless young man in front of him. She is obviously half a month older than the teenager!

"Say it quickly, or I'll go to Qingxia and say that you don't listen to me." Xia Jing sat on the bamboo couch and looked at the tangled girl proudly.

Shui Xin lowered his head and repeated Xia Jing's words sullenly.

"Okay, Sister Shuixin come here to sit, Mr. Xia's spell class has started."

Xia Jing patted the bamboo couch, and his heart was happy.

He knew that the girl didn't really want to study the law, the kendo was handsome, and she would get tired of playing for a long time. No child can resist the temptation of magical magic.

The girl just habitually refuses, habitually suppresses the desires in her heart.

What she admires and loves the most is Master Shui Yun, who imitates Shui Yun all the time, and Shui Yun cultivates Taishang forgetfulness and despair.

The girl also followed the desperation.

When boiling the red kite, Izumoko wondered why the fish girl he handed him didn't eat it, so the fish girl handed by Xia Jing decisively accepted it.

This is because Shui Yun has not yet broken all love, and still retains her reverence for Qingxia and is willing to do anything for Qingxia.

Shui Xin also revered Qingxia and listened to Qingxia's words.

Xia Jing is Qingxia's Taoist couple, so he can naturally share part of Qingxia's power and make the girl obedient.

Six years ago, when he first went to Qinglan Peak, Mizushin took a fancy to the two red kites, and Izumoko raised them very greedily. But the imitation of the master made her only hide this gluttony in her heart, and the master was never greedy.

Yesterday, Xia Jing saw her watching the fish by the pond and said that the fish must be delicious, which should have been a sentence that was bad for the scenery, but it hit her heart.

She immediately drew her sword and caught a fish called Blister.

After the fish was cooked, Xia Jing asked her if she wanted to eat it, of course she didn't want to eat it, but the young man actually used Qingxia's real power to order her to eat, what could she do? Can only obey.

The red kite is so delicious.

It's a lot of fun.

Shui Xin raised his palm, watched the water flow around his fingertips, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes flashed with the brilliance of the water reflected in the sky.

The sound of trampling outside the courtyard gate disturbed her, her heart trembled, and the water was out of control, pouring straight onto Xia Jing's legs.

Xia Jing raised his leg in time to avoid the current.

He looked at Shui Xin, and the girl weakly avoided his gaze and looked at the courtyard gate.

It's not Yun Yiyi who came, there is a lot of content in the booklet, and the girl is still stepping up her memory.

It was Zhao Shishi and Li Jincheng who came.

"Xia Jing, you're finally back!" Zhao Shishi strode into the small courtyard, stepped out of the circle of dust with both feet, and walked to the bamboo couch.

His hair was covered with blades of grass, his face was black and blue, and he wore a white shirt that was covered in gray.

When he arrived in front of Xia Jing, he stood still suddenly, and the dust on his clothes followed the inertia, turning into a large cloud of gray mist, and headed towards Xia Jing's cover.

A wind blew obliquely, driving away the ash.

Shui Xin glanced at Xia Jing's palm hidden in his sleeve, and this style trick also seemed to be very interesting.