Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

Qin Hao could tell that Beigong Linglong didn't resist in her heart, but there were too many people here and she couldn't keep her face off.

At this time, of course, you have to make an inch.

He whispered: "If I can't fully understand my aunt's inner thoughts, how can I help my aunt realize the Tao?"

"Humph!"

Beigong Linglong rolled her eyes at Qin Hao, hummed lightly and punched Qin Hao's heart with her fist.

"How can you understand the girl's heart like this?"

hiss……

Qin Hao put on a very painful expression: "Aunt Long'er, will you know if you try it?"

"dream."

When Beigong Linglong thought of what Qin Hao said in her ear just now, her little face was so red that it almost dripped.

Seeing that charming appearance, Qin Hao felt an inexplicable impulse.

Bai Xianchu looked at the two of them so close, and thought: what on earth are they going to say, they seem to know!

Qin Hao said with a smirk, "No problem, I will draw a picture for Aunt Long'er in my dream tonight."

"Ignore you."

Beigong Linglong felt her heart thumping, got up and left, and she didn't forget to say something before leaving.

"Come and draw my eyebrows tomorrow morning."

"This can be."

Qin Hao looked at the back of Beigong Linglong going away, and the smile on his face became even more excited.

Sure enough, even a high-ranking fairy would be shy if she moved her heart.

The next day, early in the morning.

Qin Hao got up early, dressed up, and came outside Beigong Linglong's room.

He looked at the door without a single gap, and knocked lightly a few times.

"Aunt Long'er, I'm coming in."

After saying this sentence, he always felt a little weird. It seemed that he was not at this door when he said this sentence in his previous life.

"Um."

Aunt Long'er's voice sounded in the room.

Qin Hao pushed the door open and entered, and what greeted his eyes was a boudoir with beautiful things.

There is also an attractive fragrance in the air.

In front of the dressing table, Aunt Long'er, who was wearing a gorgeous fairy dress, was sitting on a purple sandalwood chair, applying some makeup.

Seeing Aunt Long'er was the only one in the room, Qin Hao walked up behind her with a smile on her face, and hugged her from behind.

"Someone said he wanted to help me thrush my eyebrows."

Beigong Linglong looked at Qin Hao in the mirror and said softly.

"Didn't I miss Aunt Long'er?"

Qin Hao moved his hand dishonestly.

Beigong Linglong didn't struggle either, but just took an eyebrow pencil and handed it to Qin Hao: "As long as you paint my eyebrows seven or forty Nine Heavens, I will promise you what happened yesterday."

"No problem, but I want to hold your thrush."

Qin Hao said with a smirk.

Beigong Linglong didn't speak, but stood up slowly, not forgetting to glance at Bai Qin Hao.

Seeing this scene, Qin Hao felt slightly excited.

This is probably the classic saying from the previous life: You understand my schemes, and I understand your pretentious reserve.

He wrapped his arms around Beigong Linglong's willow waist, hugged her and sat her on a chair, and began to draw Beigong Linglong's eyebrows seriously.

As an old sea king, things like thrushes are basic exercises.

After all, conquering a goddess will never be as satisfying as cultivating a goddess by yourself.

With the beauty in his arms, Qin Hao was both excited and passionate.

It's just that it's a little uncomfortable for Beigong Linglong to sit on her body.

This is what is called: Pain and be happy.

"Ding! You and Aunt Fairy are doing happy things, Cultivation Base +20, Sage Will +2..."

After a while, Beigong Linglong looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction:

"not bad."

"That is, can my craftsmanship be bad?"

Qin Hao said with a smile.

"So, before you painted eyebrows for me, you also painted eyebrows for many girls?"

When Beigong Linglong came up, she questioned her soul.

"How is it possible, you are the first in this world."

Qin Hao said frankly, not to mention that he didn't lie, in this world, Beigong Linglong was indeed the first girl to let him thrush her eyebrows.

"Then why are you so skilled?"

Seeing Qin Hao's serious expression, Beigong Linglong couldn't help but torture her again while feeling sweet in her heart.

For some reason, she liked to torture Qin Hao like this.

"As a painter, I have painted so many paintings for you, and thrush is just an instinctive reaction."

Seeing the tricks, Qin Hao moved his body slightly, and was still a little uncomfortable after being pressed for too long.

"Giggle..."

Beigong Linglong found Qin Hao's embarrassment, couldn't help laughing, stood up and said:

"Seeing how honest you are, Auntie, I'll let you go first."

...

On the road leading to Dashan Village.

A carriage moved forward slowly.

The driver was an old man, looking at Dashan Village not far away, he said with a smile:

"Mister, Dashan Village is ahead."

Pushing aside the curtain of the car with one hand, an old man who was over the age of seventy and exuded a smell of books all over his body looked at Dashan Village not far away, and murmured:

"It's been two hundred years, and the old man is back, but unfortunately the old man has passed away."

Hearing this, the old man who was driving the car was stunned for a moment, and muttered in his heart: This old gentleman must be confused, right?

If they can live for two hundred years, they are all immortals. You don't look like an immortal, do you?

Kong Derong didn't know what the coachman was thinking, he said to the coachman: "I will get off here."

"Good."

The coachman stopped the carriage immediately: "Mr., please slow down."

"You don't have to worry, little brother, this old bone of this old man can still live for a hundred years."

After Kong Derong finished speaking, he slowly jumped off the carriage.

Follow the path towards the village.

Looking at the familiar village, countless memories flooded my mind instantly.

When he was young, he also spent a carefree life in a big mountain village.

Later, a Confucian and Taoist cultivator passed by Dashan Village, saw that he had Spiritual Roots, and brought himself back to the academy to practice Confucianism and Taoism.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Kong Derong has changed from an ignorant country boy to a Gold Core Confucian and Taoist cultivator, serving as the dean of Maple Leaf Academy.

All the family members were taken into Feng Yecheng by him, if it wasn't for the presence of Buddha light in Dashan Village this time.

I'm afraid I'm about to forget about this big mountain village where I was born and raised by myself.

I don't know what the senior thinks about Feng Ye Cheng's cultivator?

Before Kong Derong entered the village, he saw many villagers gathered around a dilapidated hut at the entrance of the village.

The villagers still held a lot of things in their hands, as if they were waiting for the owner of the house to appear.

He took a closer look at the hut, and was shocked in his heart.

This dilapidated thatched hut is surrounded by Buddha's light.

Could it be that the Power who alarmed Feng Ye Cheng yesterday lived in this small hut.

Just when Kong Derong was about to step forward to inquire, he heard a creak.

The wooden door of the hut slowly opened, and a monk with a kind face and a sense of Zen came out of his gestures...