The next day, Wu Daoan still woke up early in the morning, but he always felt that something was not right, why was there a cold and comfortable touch on his lips? He opened his eyes, and what greeted him was Gu Xiaoxuan's face with his eyes closed. Needless to say, our Wu classmate was secretly kissed. Time went back 5 minutes ago, Gu Xiaoxuan woke up a little earlier than Wu Daoan, and looked at the delicate and seductive little face in the other party's sleep through the morning light outside the window. As a result, the more she looked at it, the more fascinated she became, whether it was the slightly fluttering eyelashes like a small fan, or the thin cherry lips that opened slightly to reveal a little bit of teeth, it always made her heart beat and wanted to make further contact. But she also knew that even girls were going to cross the line by doing this. After a long time of repeated struggles in my heart, I finally couldn't hold back and closed my eyes to pick the forbidden strawberries.

She found that Wu Daoan was awake, retracted and hurriedly explained: "That one just now, it was a wake-up kiss, an intimate way to wake up girls, don't get me wrong." She blushed when she said this, apparently not believing her own explanation.

Wu Dao'an is also a mixed grain in his heart. Originally, if there was no Shui Yuehan first, he wouldn't mind dating such a pure and lovely girl. But he is all with Shui Yuehan this and that, where are he embarrassed to split his legs. Besides, if Gu Xiaoxuan knew that he was a boy, I don't know what his reaction would be. Wu Dao sighed with peace of mind, he had two sexual encounters when he first entered the university, and he really didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he got up and washed up. The clothes and pants that were bright outside yesterday were not dry, Gu Xiaoxuan directly borrowed him her robe and put it on, and she funnily tied up his hair. Looking in the mirror, she is really a beautiful little Taoist aunt. In this way, Wu Daoan came to the library on time and looked through the collection of books with Han Zongxian.

One morning, the two read a lot of books. Of course, in fact, only Han Zongxian was reading carefully, and Wu Daoan just took a look at it casually. It's not that Wu Daoan doesn't want to help, it's just that most of these books are written in Chinese, and the words are very jerky, even if the middle school Chinese teacher comes over, I'm afraid it will be difficult to understand. That is, Han Zongxian, a pervert who memorizes the Kangxi dictionary in 1 day, can easily read it. The sun had already walked to the middle of the sky, and Wu Daoan was also hungry, so he proposed: "Hey, let's go eat first, anyway, it's still a long time, I can't finish it today and continue tomorrow, it's a big deal to skip class for two days." ”

Han Zongxian said expressionlessly without raising his head: "Go ahead, I'm not hungry." "Han Zongxian has always lacked enthusiasm for eating, he eats purely to absorb the energy necessary for survival. As for whether it is delicious or not, after all, he has been in the cultivation realm for nearly a hundred years, and he is not interested in this kind of rice fat with a worldly atmosphere at all.

Wu Daoan had no choice but to go out alone. The Taoist priests have their own meals, but he has never liked to be vegetarian, and he is not happy without meat, so he decided to go to the restaurant outside the Taoist temple for tourists.

He left the back mountain and passed by the Zixiao Palace, which was crowded with tourists. I don't know which tourist shouted: "Wow! What a beautiful little Daogu!" suddenly attracted a group of tourists to watch, one by one.

"It's really beautiful! The skin is good, isn't it some kind of Taoist health preservation method? "It's the voice of a female tourist.

"I'm rubbing, so beautiful but being a Taoist aunt, it's really a tyrannical thing. "It's the voice of a male tourist.

"Mrs. Shi, you are from the old man!" At this time, the voice of a monk in the crowd was very discordant.

Many tourists also moved their hands, raising the camera in their hands to flash his eyes, and many tourists came to his side to take a group photo. Wu Daoan had seen this posture before, and immediately turned around and ran back. Some tourists wanted to chase after them, but they were politely stopped by the Taoist priest there at the sign that read "Tourists stop".

He returned to the back mountain and breathed a sigh of relief to see the tourists being stopped outside. Secretly said, forget it, let's go to fasting, anyway, it's just two days. He didn't take two steps when a man's cold voice came to mind in his ear: "I'm going to see Gu Zhangmen, you can lead the way." ”

Wu Daoan was taken aback at the time, since he built the foundation, his facial features were extremely sharp, and no one had ever appeared on his side so quietly. He subconsciously jumped a step away, and when he turned around, he saw that it was a tall middle-aged man with a flat head and a trouser shirt. Although he looked ordinary, and he couldn't feel the true qi in his body, it made Wu Daoan feel an instinctive fear. It was as if there was not a man standing in front of him, but a desolate beast. Although he is only standing quietly now, if he wants to, he can smash the mountains under his feet by stomping his feet, and tear the clouds in the sky with a wave of his hand. Wu Daoan began to sift the chaff all over his body, and he couldn't say a word.

He looked at Wu Daoan with interest and said in surprise: "I have never heard that there is a 19-year-old foundation building monk in the world now, let alone this small Wudang Mountain. You are not a disciple of this Wudang Sect, what is your surname, and who is your tutelage?"

"I, my name is Wu, Wu Daoan, Shizun, Shizun is his old man, and he won't let me mention his name. Under the monstrous momentum of the middle-aged man, Wu Daoan finally stammered a complete sentence.

He looked at classmate Wu with more and more interest for a long time, and seemed to decide to let him go first, and said, "Even if you are a guest at this mountain gate, you must know how to find the master." You lead the way. ”

Wu Daoan didn't dare to say a word at all, so he took him to find the middle-aged Taoist priest who was in charge of introducing him yesterday, and asked the latter to inform the head of the house on his behalf, and then left with a sigh of relief. Strangely, the other people around him acted as usual along the way, as if they didn't notice the special nature of this middle-aged man at all.

Wu Daoan went to the dining place to get a few steamed buns, and hurried back to the library pavilion to tell Han Zongxian what had just happened. Han Zongxian pondered for a moment and said, "According to your description, that man should have deliberately hidden his cultivation, so the other Taoist priests didn't react. But you can feel it, and it only means one thing: you have a delusional eye that is rare among monks. ”

"What's the matter, so mysterious. ”

"It's like saying that you have yin and yang eyes in your world that can see ghosts. The delusional eye can see things that others can't see, such as the cultivation that a high-ranking monk deliberately hides. Of course, the usefulness of this eye is not limited to this, the higher you cultivate, the more useful it will be. ”

Listening to Han Zongxian's explanation, Wu Daoan was happy: "Haha, brother is really a man with the halo of the protagonist, and he has such an awesome skill inexplicably." ”

Han Zongxian snorted coldly: "Don't be complacent too early. As the saying goes, the husband is not guilty of his crimes, and there are many demon monks in the cultivation world who specialize in hunting other monks with delusional eyes, taking out their eyeballs and grafting them onto their own bodies or those of their disciples, or simply taking them out for auction. You'd better use less of this delusional eye to avoid being seen by others. ”

Han's words poured a basin of cold water on him, and the latter muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why are you people in the cultivation realm so disgusting, your eyeballs are auctioned." ”

Han Zongxian sneered: "Isn't there such a dirty thing in your world? Isn't there a lot of organ auctions? Remember, where there are people and sunshine, there are sins hidden in them. After speaking, he took a steamed bun brought by Wu Daoan, and continued to flip through the book while biting.

In the blink of an eye, at 10 o'clock in the evening, Wu Daoan sat on the ground and leaned against the cabinet, and asked weakly: "Old Han, how are you looking?"

Han Zongxian closed the book, stood up and shook the ashes all over his body, and said, "I have a little clue, but it's best to read it all." It's probably going to be a whole day. ”

Wu Daoan first washed Han Zongxian's breath, and then the two left. When Wu Daoan returned to the room, Gu Xiaoxuan was still sitting on the sofa in a nightdress and chasing her idol drama. She looked up and saw that it was him who had come in, her little face flushed slightly, and then she pretended that nothing had happened, and said, "Why are you so gray and making my Taoist robe so dirty." Let's go wash up. ”

Wu Daoan went into the bathroom to rinse up, came out in yesterday's pink nightdress, sat beside Gu Xiaoxuan, and accompanied her to be brain-dead. Gu Xiaoxuan looked at his wet neck-length short hair and beautiful face like a hibiscus out of the water, especially his two lip flaps that were slightly curled, and his little heart was beating wildly, and his heart was in a panic: Xiaoxuan, Xiaoxuan, what's wrong with you, blushing and beating like this to a girl, it's not a shame.

Of course, Wu Daoan didn't know what she was thinking, so he asked casually, "Is there a middle-aged man visiting your master today?"

"You know, I heard from the master, that person's name is Wang Xixi, and he is a great monk in his infancy. Gu Xiaoxuan was stunned for a moment and answered truthfully.

"Yuan Infant Cultivator!" Wu Daoan took a breath of cold air. You must know that the head of Wudang Mountain is the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building. Between Zhuji and Yuanying, there is a golden pill period. If there is no great creation, there is no way to cross it.

"He was born in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, not a modern monk. Over the past 300 years, the aura of heaven and earth has become thinner and thinner, and cultivation is a hundred times more difficult than in ancient times. I heard the master say that in the past 300 years, there have only been two Yuanying monks in the whole of China, and the Yuanying monks in the world today are basically ancients born before the Qing Dynasty. Gu Xiaoxuan revealed many secrets of the cultivation realm.

Wu Daoan thought for a while and asked, "Then are there any monks in Wudang Mountain who are higher than your master's cultivation now?"

"Well, there is only one Uncle Ancestor who is in retreat, and he is impacting the Yuan Infant Stage. According to the master, although the master uncle used almost all the remaining spirit stones in the mountain gate, at most he was only thirty percent sure that he would succeed in breaking through the level. After a while, my master will also retreat and start to attack the golden pill. ”

After gaining an in-depth understanding of the general situation of the cultivation realm with Gu Xiaoxuan, Wu Daoan somewhat understood why those Taoist priests were so surprised when they learned that he was in the middle stage of foundation building. Cultivation in this era is too difficult, too difficult. On the one hand, the aura of heaven and earth has become thinner and thinner in the past three hundred years, and cultivation is a hundred times more difficult than in ancient times. Even if you have excellent talents, it is difficult to build a foundation for success before the age of 30. On the other hand, the prevalence of modern science has also broken the people's previous awe and yearning for Taoism. In the past, Taoist priests traveled all over the world, and when they saw a child with spiritual roots who wanted to enter the mountain gate, the family was generally very proud and grateful to the Taoist priest. Now, if you still do this, I guess that family will immediately call the police and arrest you as a human trafficker. It is difficult to practice again, and there is a lack of fresh blood, so it is strange that the Dao Gate is not declining. Even the current Wudang Sect's master and uncle ancestor in the late stage of Jindan was cultivated by the sect before using the elixir spirit stones left over from countless ancient times. It's just that since the spiritual energy has exhausted, the materials for making those elixirs and the veins that can mine spirit stones have long been extinct, and they belong to a little less. If that late Jindan master and ancestor fail to attack Yuanying, I am afraid that the entire Wudang faction will really be just a tourism bureau after a hundred years, and it will have no connection with Xiuzhen.

chatted and chatted, the idol dramas were finished, and the two of them went to bed one by one. In the dark, one person still sleeps in half of the bed. Wu Daoan listened to Gu Xiaoxuan's slightly rapid breathing, thinking of her soft lips and misty eyes in the morning, and always felt itchy in his heart. Gu Xiaoxuan's side was also very hesitant. She always thought of her kissing in the morning over and over again in her mind, thinking of the other party's sleeping beauty-like calm and seductive sleeping face and the faint mint smell on her lips, and she couldn't stop wanting to steal the kiss again. But she also knows that this goes far beyond a certain line, and even good girls have a limit to intimacy. She was afraid that she would be disliked and hated by Wu Daoan as a pervert. The two of them had their own hearts and minds, and they spent this slow and long night.