Chapter 492

Deep in the cave, the sound of dragon chanting was heard, and the crisp sound of the strike with the Qi force was heard.

Qin Yi has a gun for Li Qingjun in vain. They have 100 moves to practice.

The gun awn rushed to the scene. Qin Yi pushed his hand sideways, and swayed the tip of the gun across the side, and then arched his shoulder and pushed it over.

Li Qingjun pushed his hand on his shoulder, but he couldn't eat vigorously, and was arched back. But at the same time, there was a sharp flash in the eyes.

It seems that there is a spirit of the sword, and it is directly out.

Qin Yi Shenhun turned the sea, and the sword didn't enter the sea, splashing the soul sea and surging, but eventually disappeared.

Both men were pale.

Qin Yi is really amazed at Li Qingjun's creation - the body and soul system of martial arts have always been very partial. Compared with Tengyun, the energy intensity can be compared with that of Tengyun on the fifth layer of forging bone. However, the strength of spirit is at most even if it is amazing on two or three levels. Therefore, he can often fight beyond the level and is often killed in some aspects. Penglai sword Pavilion, in order to solve this problem, deliberately made the sword seal inheritance, but it is an external thing after all, not self cultivation.

But by the forced pouring of female ghosts, Li Qingjun's spirits at least had the peak of the cloud of Taoism, but she was the most hidden and fierce killer mace.

His first nine chapter of the system of forging soul, and she is not even the same.

It can be predicted that for a long time, Li Qingjun's spirits are better than the actual practice. After all, the spirit of female ghosts is close to that of Qianyuan. Li Qingjun is likely to be able to reach Qianyuan through the system smoothly and unstoppably. The practice of physical cultivation may not be able to keep up with it.

"It is very dangerous to say that we will not move your soul lost sword when we have learned from our own family." Qin Yi rubbed his head and complained a little.

Li Qingjun apologized and said, "I am not in control now, I would not have been so aggressive."

"So I'm going to practice more, right?"

"Er..."

Qin chess, playing chess, smiled: "come again!"

Li Qingjun looked slightly angry: "so big intention, careful really stabbed you!"

"Stab."

"Look at the gun!"

The gun awn rose again, but it was three points soft.

Qin Yi grabbed the handle of the gun, and once he dragged the area, he dragged Li Qingjun into his arms, and then he went on to push it all the way to the edge of the cave wall.

Li Qingjun leaned up on the wall and looked up at him.

Qin Yi stroked slowly along her right hand, took off the gun and was still on the side, and kissed him with his head down.

Li Qingjun closed his eyes.

This kind of "right practice" has lasted for several days, and it turns out to be like this every day at the end

She gently pressed Qin Yi to understand her belt hand, and whispered and said, "elder martial sister is still..."

"She is painting a hundred flowers in the lingyao garden, not so fast."

"Then Then hurry up. "

"It's going to be very difficult soon Look at the gun! "

"Well..." Li Qingjun turned around, reached out to the wall, and held his lower lip tightly.

The practice of death, which is bitter and bitter, has never been the wish of Qin Yi. If it is generally the case, both sides are addicted to it. They can teach both sides bone marrow exhaustion, and don't mention what practice. Fortunately, double cultivation is for this purpose. They not only do things that will not drag down practice, but they can benefit each other for a long time.

Just don't go on forever.

This meditation, the practice of the right practice, yin and Yang and the combination of time, there is nothing to be corrected.

When the piano is playing and flowers chanting wind and moon, it is also clear heart.

That's practice.

Qin Yi's seclusion practice is just like this. If all of them can follow such a template, don't say for a few years, he would be happy to stay for thousands of years.

Who is afraid of who is more than the house

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"Clear water" gently reverberates in the cave, on the side of the pool, a pavilion is sitting in the cloud Xiu, playing the piano.

Since the recluse island was hit by Li Qingjun and Qin Yi, Ju Yunxiu has also been in a long-term struggle and escape exploration, and has not been so comfortable for a long time.

She likes such peace, or with children around the world to enjoy the world scenery, with a sense of understanding, is not suitable for falling into a fight.

Now, she finally returned to this place, and her heart was more comfortable and comfortable than Qin Yi Li Qingjun.

It seems that practice is not as hard as Li Qingjun, everything is in the Fu Qin painting reading and sleeping. In fact, this is her practice. In this respect, she and Qin Yi have always had a common language.

It's for the intimate.

A string of flute is mixed in the sound of the piano, and then entangled and surrounded, and connected, so that the monotonous solo becomes a symphony of harmony.

Ju Yun Xiu rises, Qin Yi is leaning against the hole and leaning against the flute.

They looked at each other for a while, and they all laughed.

If we say "love", the feelings between them may not be strong, but this kind of heart, which is often accompanied by the disease of Wen Qing and intimate voice, is the biggest special between the two.

This is a true couple.

In the more utilitarian immortal family, this should belong to the normal state of mind, but really not much.Even in the wandaoxian palace, there are not many Most of the people in the fairyland are "too vulgar". It's hard to find such awkward petty bourgeoisie in juyunxiu.

After playing a song, Ju Yunxiu pressed the strings and said with a smile: "have you finished practicing with your princess?"

The word "Dui Lian" is very heavy, and the satire is strong in the sky. Qin Yi's face was too thick to be embarrassed. He coughed twice and sat with her side by side.

On the stone table, besides guqin, there are pictures of flowers and tea. The flowers are blooming brightly, and the tea is charmingly naive and lifelike. Qin Yi then smile: "look at the elder martial sister's painting, always feel that there will be a tea."

"It's a painting practice, and it's not infused with spirit." Ju Yunxiu gave him a look: "I think you want a lot of tea."

"No, no, one is enough." Qin Yi said and put the bracelet on her waist.

Ju Yunxiu didn't earn any money. He turned his head and looked at his side face: "you haven't learned painting for a long time. Do you want to give up? "

Qin Yi said: "there is still interest, but now I choose to become utilitarian. If I know that there will be no achievements in painting Taoism in the short term, I will not spend my time here. What can move one's mind can only be beneficial to the situation. "

"Although you know that you are under great pressure and need to be utilitarian, your mood still calms down, which is beneficial to practice." Ju Yunxiu said: "from the very beginning, what you learned from flute and painting was not their fighting power, but their affection for mountains and rivers and washing of soul. Now it is the same. When it is picked up again, it should not be abandoned. "

Qin Yi got up and saluted: "elder martial sister said so."

Ju Yunxiu said with a smile: "will you make the spirit split?"

Qin Yi chuckled: "it's not so easy People themselves are complex. If there is a kind of temperament label, it is not Qin Yi, but the person in the picture. "

Ju Yunxiu thought: "if the people in my painting can be so complex and diverse, it is Dacheng."

Qin Yi spread out an empty drawing paper and said with a smile, "elder martial sister, teach me?"

Two people close to each other, Qin Yi picked up the brush to paint, Ju Yun Xiu Su light finger, a small voice to point.

Fragrance lingers in the tip of the nose, Qiao language gently rings the ear, adds fragrance to the tea sleeve, is at ease in the cave.

Qin Yi was relaxed and happy, and he consciously improved his painting skills.

What he painted is the cave, the craggy wall and the clear water and pool. Flowers and grass, light breeze.

Ju Yunxiu is also very satisfied with it, and says with a smile, "can there be poetry?"

By asking questions, he also moved a little.

It's been a long time since we've been together I don't know how Qin Yi can draw well.

Qin Yi turned his head and looked at her faint red face, and said with a smile, "there are words, really Taoist words."

Ju Yunxiu was curious: "Oh? Look and write. "

Qin Yi wielded his brush and wrote the dragon and Snake: "spring is shining in the cave, and thousands of piles of brocade appear in the disordered mountains. Cloud Collection rain convergence, Xiaoqing smoke light, blue sky horizontal pillow. Gaowoyiyi, open arms, release fans forget to sleep

“……” Ju Yunxiu looked more red and said angrily, "are you sure you are writing about this fairy cave?"

"Why not? This is not written by me. It is written by a Taoist scholar named Changchun Zhenren. "

"No matter who is a Taoist, it tastes strange from your writing!"

"Not pure, elder martial sister." Qin Yi blinked, put down his brush and whispered in a whisper: "what kind of cloud collecting and rain collecting have you thought of?"

Ju Yunxiu leaned back, and Qin Yi continued to press on. Unconsciously, he lay down at the edge of the pool, which turned into a pool with a neck, and he forgot to sleep.

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