"Don't look."

Luo Qingfeng refused.

What's so nice about a belly pocket, isn't it just a piece of cloth?

He is a reader and only likes to read.

Tomorrow night, the cave room will be spent on candles.

Su Zhao'er wore a turquoise dress, her black hair was softly draped around her waist, and her skirt was flying, like a happy butterfly flying into the house, bringing the girl's unique youthful and lively atmosphere.

"Brother Ah Feng really doesn't watch it? There are colors that Brother Feng likes. ”

The girl winked playfully, hiding her hands behind her back.

Luo Qingfeng was stunned: "What color do I like?" ”

Su Zhao'er looked strange: "Brother Ah Feng, don't you know what color he likes?" ”

Luo Qingfeng reacted and hurriedly said, "I only like to read." ”

Su Zhao'er smiled and said, "Okay, Brother A Feng only likes to read, so when he goes to the cave room with Zhao'er tomorrow night, he can only read books." ”

With that, he turned around and went back to his room.

Zi'er's laughter suddenly came from outside the door.

Zi'er brought dinner and asked in a low voice, "Childe, aren't you going to sleep with Miss Zhao'er tonight?" ”

Luo Qingfeng glanced at the opposite room and said, "No, tomorrow night is the night of candles in the cave room." ”

Zi'er smiled: "How can there be so much exquisiteness, if it is really exquisite, the son should have been in the cave with Miss Zhao'er a long time ago." ”

Luo Qingfeng didn't speak again, and looked out the window.

Night has fallen.

A few stars appeared in the dark sky.

His ambition is in heaven, not in bed.

Su Zhao'er should be tired.

After dinner, she went back to her room and soon fell asleep.

After Zi'er was done, she also lay down in the outer room of the new house.

In this era, most people go back to their homes and lie down in bed after dark.

After all, there is no pastime.

Moreover, not every household can afford oil lamps and candles.

Luo Qingfeng also went back to the house and lay on the bed, waiting for the dead of night.

The windows were open.

A bright moon climbed up the branches.

The night sky is full of stars.

The faintly twinkling stars, as if winking at him, were waiting for his favor.

Tonight is indeed a good night of cultivation.

Luo Qingfeng closed his eyes and continued to slowly chew on the set of cultivation exercises in his mind.

"Bathe in the starlight, feel the power of the stars, absorb into the body, awaken the stars in the body, and establish contact with ......"

"Knock Knock ......"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Luo Qingfeng opened his eyes and did not make a sound.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and immediately, a figure walked in, went directly to the bed, and got into his quilt.

The body is petite, the skin is delicate, and the body has a unique fragrance of a girl.

Luo Qingfeng grabbed her little hand that was about to reach into her clothes, and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Zi'er said in a shy voice: "Childe, it was the lady who asked the slave to come...... Tomorrow, the son will marry Zhao'er's sister, and the lady is afraid that the son will not, so ...... So let the slave ...... tonight."

The little girl's cheeks were hot, her body trembled slightly, and she was obviously nervous.

"Ma'am?"

When Luo Qingfeng heard this, she was secretly puzzled, and hurriedly helped her pull up her clothes and said, "No, I will do it myself, you can go to bed quickly." ”

The little maid was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then said in a low voice: "Childe went secretly...... Went to the green house in the city? ”

The corners of Luo Qingfeng's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer.

"Oh, the slave understands, the slave is gone."

The little maid immediately got out of bed and fled from the room with a red face.

Luo Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.

The evil old society always tries to corrode people's hearts.

Fortunately, he has strong willpower.

Women or something, how can cultivation be important!

It's time to practice!

He looked out the window, got up and plugged in the door, then went to the window and sat down, basking in the bright moonlight, and raised his head to look at the stars in the night sky.

Hold your breath, concentrate, and meditate.

Immediately, slowly close your eyes and adjust your breathing.

The breath entered his body and began to slowly swim along the meridians that appeared in his mind, left and right, up and down, meandering, and finally returned to the position of the belly of Fuhai.

A few weeks later, there was a slight warmth in the abdomen.

He was secretly pleasantly surprised in his heart, this cultivation technique was really useful!

But after a long time, he still couldn't sense the power of the stars in the sky.

Another half hour passed.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

It seems that the only way to try it is to go outside.

Sitting under the starry sky and bathing in the starry sky is definitely better than being in the house.

It was late at night.

It's quiet outside, and there shouldn't be anyone.

He gently pushed open the window, climbed out of the window, and then walked lightly to the corner of the small courtyard.

There was a flower bed.

There are flowers and plants to cover him, and even if someone comes out of the house, they can't see him.

Sit down with your knees crossed and meditate.

Immediately, close your eyes and begin to adjust your breathing.

The breath enters the body and meanders and flows.

Overhead, the starry sky is bright and starry, shining on the whole land.

Fever begins in the abdomen.

At the location of Fuhai, a cloud of turbid gas was constantly tumbling, as if it was about to disperse, but it was entangled.

"There is nothing in my heart, I can't afford to think about it, it seems to be guarded, don't forget and don't help, there are no stars and moons in nine days, and the stars and moons are in Fuhai......"

Suddenly, inside the abdomen, at the location of Fuhai, the fog receded, and a vague heaven and earth faintly appeared.

The sky and the earth were dark, as if shrouded in night, and nothing could be seen.

At this moment, Luo Qingfeng seemed to have entered another world, and his whole body felt like he was floating, getting higher and higher, and getting farther and farther away.

"Tsk! Twitter! ”

At this moment, several bird calls suddenly came.

The body suddenly fell.

A wave of vertigo rushed into his mind, and he snapped open his eyes.

The night receded, and the sky was already dark.

A bird with bright feathers was standing on a branch of a nearby pear tree, chirping incessantly.

Time flies.

It was as if it was already dawn as soon as I closed my eyes.

Luo Qingfeng savored the mysterious feeling just now for a while, and then got up and returned to the house through the window.

I haven't slept all night, and I don't feel sleepy at the moment.

This made him even more impatient to become a true cultivator.

He took out the book "The Stars and the Moon" from under his pillow and read it carefully word by word.

It worked last night.

He must be proficient in every sentence in the book, as well as the location and interpretation of the various meridian acupoints marked on each picture.

I looked at it again.

There seemed to be some ambiguity in a few sentences in the middle section, and he decided to go to the bookstore today to check it out.

For cultivators, misunderstanding any sentence is very fatal.

After dawn.

Song Wan'er came to the courtyard and called Zhao'er to go out to choose fabrics and make clothes.

After the two greeted Luo Qingfeng, they went out together.

Luo Qingfeng pretended to be reading, and soon after the two left, he followed him out.

Before leaving, Zi'er reminded: "Childe, come back early in the evening, and you have to marry Miss Zhao'er." ”

Then he whispered, "Don't go to the city secretly." ”

Feelings: This little girl suspects that he is going to the Qinglou in the city?

Luo Qingfeng was speechless.

Outside, he wandered the street for a while before entering the bookstore.

There is only one bookstore in the town, and the collection of books in it is certainly not as large as the bookstore in the city, but it will be enough in the future.

Luo Qingfeng searched for a long time, and finally found a specific explanation for those few sentences.

When I came out of the bookstore, it was already afternoon.

He read quite a few books in the bookstore.

In particular, some stories about ghosts and ghosts have almost been read.

Ordinary people don't know about demons, so they treat many weird and terrible things as ghosts.

But there are a few things to learn from it.

Although I don't know if it's true or not.

After reading a book in the bookstore for so long, he naturally wanted to buy a book that meant something.

Just as he was about to go home with his book, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the alley on the side of the road: "Ah...... Ah Feng? ”

Luo Qingfeng was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

A beggar in rags and a mantle was sitting in the alley, looking at him with wide eyes, and when he saw his gaze, the beggar trembled and said, "Ah Feng? ”

Luo Qingfeng was puzzled, walked over, and asked, "Do you know me?" ”

The beggar looked at him with wide eyes, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears: "Ah Feng, it's really Ah Feng." ”

As he spoke, he began to cry.

Luo Qingfeng was even more suspicious, and when he was about to continue asking, the beggar raised his head to look at him, crying: "Ah Feng, you must be very sad, obviously you are about to marry Xiao Zhao'er, but Xiao Zhao'er is ...... Still...... Hey......"

Luo Qingfeng suddenly reacted: "You are from Linshan Village?" ”

The beggar was stunned and said, "Ah Feng, don't you know me?" I'm your seventh uncle! ”

Then he cried again: "They all said I was crazy, but I wasn't crazy, I really saw a monster that night!" ”

Luo Qingfeng's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the words of the demon slayer nightingale.

When the village was slaughtered that night, a villager was returning from chopping wood from the mountains, saw the massacre with his own eyes, and then escaped, and after being interrogated, he went insane.

Could it be the person in front of you?

"Seventh Uncle, you ......"

When Luo Qingfeng was about to inquire about the specific situation, the man in front of him suddenly trembled, and said with fear on his face: "Monster! Monsters! Feng, hurry! Escape with Xiao Zhao'er! ”

Then he suddenly burst into tears: "No! It's too late, Xiao Zhao'er has been bitten off by a monster, a lot of blood! That's a lot of blood! Xiao Zhao'er is dead......"

Luo Qingfeng's heart shook suddenly.

"Uncle Seven, you ...... What do you say? You said Xiao Zhao'er ......"

Who knew that at this moment, Su Zhao'er's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother Ah Feng!" ”