I Can See Probability

"Anyway, my two spiritual lines are of the wood attribute, so they shouldn't be mutually exclusive."

An itch in his heart, he couldn't help but take out a small piece of spirit stone to absorb and nourish the second spirit line.

With the nourishment of the spirit stone, this second line is like blowing up a balloon, growing in height quickly, and it didn't take long, it also increased to 50 cm.

Before and after he spent two small pieces of spirit stone, one spirit stone can be divided into four small pieces. The seven spiritual stones he got in Zhongming Mountain at the beginning are only the last one left.

If the aristocratic family knew about his profligacy, they would have to criticize him as a prodigal.

But things that come too easily are never cherished too much.

Although Chen Jing knew that Lingshi was precious and rare, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart.

In the dantian, a green line is raised on the left and right sides, one is cyan, and the other is tender cyan. It's like there are two green snakes entrenched in bamboo leaves.

Chen Jing tried to use any of the spiritual lines without any blockage, and even the transitions between them were quite smooth.

"Uncle Wen Yan said that there will be contradictions between different exercises, but I don't feel any contradictions when I use them."

Seeing that it was getting late, he hurried to find Song Yuchen.

When it gets dark, the manor will automatically turn on the lights.

It can illuminate the front and back like the daytime.

When Chen Jing went to the small bamboo forest to find Song Yuchen, she just finished. I drew a large ink painting over two meters long.

Under the light, Song Yuchen's skin was as fair as snow, and his focus was particularly charming.

"It's so beautiful." Chen Jing boasted a pun.

"Ah, before you know it, it's getting dark. Ajing, do you think it will rain tonight?" Song Yuchen asked him with a smile, with two small pear eddies appearing on Bai Nen's face.

"Probably not." Chen Jing looked at the sky.

"If you can't, then don't take these things. I will continue to paint tomorrow. I'm going to paint a long painting like the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival."

"OK."

If you want to say love, it's obviously it.

Song Yuchen's love for painting is the same as a man's love for playing games. He doesn't feel tired after sitting in front of the computer all day.

After taking her back to the room, she first took a shower, then walked out of the bathroom in a white silk nightdress and pink bunny slippers.

Everyone said that beautiful women look the best out of the bath. When Chen Jing saw her at this moment, he had to admit that he was right.

In the first few days, she would not appear in front of Chen Jing in such a dress. At least there will be a base coat and leggings inside.

But in the past two days, the weather should be getting hotter, and the two have been living together, and the intimacy has been upgraded again, not so much shy or defensive.

So, today, she didn't wear a base coat, she was just a silk nightdress.

Under the thin fabric, the bumpy figure is almost exposed.

Seeing that Chen Jing's eyes are straight.

However, he quickly withdrew his gaze, did not dare to look any further, and brought up serious matters to her.

When the "Wuwei Sutra" was placed in front of her, she was surprised and covered the red and tender sandalwood mouth with her hands, with a dull expression: "Ajing, you are not kidding, this scripture is thicker than a dictionary, how can you practice it? "

"This is a complete book, not for you to memorize it all. It should also be divided into sections, so you should practice breathing and breathing first. It's a little thick, but this "Wuweijing" is from It's a very authentic Taoist classic, at least it won't go astray."

"okay then."

Song Yuchen climbed onto the bed, bare feet, and got up cross-legged.

She is obviously a 26-year-old young lady, but many times, she gives people a youthful and pleasant feeling of a young girl in bloom.

Chen Jing sat on the sofa, just opposite her.

When she just sat down, the knee-length nightdress was slightly lifted due to her movement.

Between Jinghong, there seemed to be a touch of pink peach blossoms that caught Chen Jing's eyes.

He was stunned for 3 seconds, then turned his head red-faced.

"Ajing, come here, I don't know some words, you can translate it for me."

"Oh."

Chen Jing walked over and sat down beside her.

Then she pointed to some complicated ancient traditional characters on the "Wuweijing" and asked Chen Jing to explain them one by one.

Chen Jing couldn't get the peach pink out of his mind, and he explained it as if he had lost his soul and was absent-minded.

The most important thing is that Song Yuchen was sitting on the bed, those white calves, with the small half of the thighs all exposed in the air, were in front of his eyes.

There was also the scent of Song Yuchen's body just after taking a bath, which continuously attracted his sense of smell.

Involuntarily, he thought of Song Yinbo.

He quickly hugged a pillow and covered it up.

"Ajing, what's wrong with you?" Song Yuchen asked, perhaps sensing that something was wrong with Chen Jing.

"No...it's nothing." Chen Jing quickly shook his head.

Song Yuchen looked at him, her delicate oval face burst into a flower-like smile: "Why is your face so red all of a sudden?"

"Ah? Is it red?" Chen Jing touched it, it was more than red, it was hot.

"It's... a little hot." He concealed.

"Hot? It seems to be a little bit, then let's lower the temperature." She turned around and climbed to the bedside table to press the remote control.

In this way, she is in a kneeling position.

Looking at the past from Chen Jing's point of view, that curve, that figure...

OMG!

He felt the blood all over his body boiling: 'Is this the lethal power of beauty? How am I doing tonight! ’

He turned his head quickly, not daring to look any further.

"Ah!"

Song Yuchen suddenly exclaimed and patted the remote control on the wall: "Ajing, it's over, I pressed too much."

"What did you press too much?" Chen Jing looked at it, and it turned out that she pressed the temperature too much.

It's 16 degrees!

Today in June, although it is a bit hot, it is generally very comfortable at 24 degrees in the home.

16 degrees, it can definitely be cold enough to shiver.

"Isn't it okay to adjust it up?" Chen Jing said, trying not to look at the curves behind her.

"Broken~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the buttons are useless," she said, patting the remote control on the wall again.

It may be because the house has not been occupied for a long time, and the electrical appliances are used less frequently, and it is not surprising that there are problems with electronic products.

She stuck out her tongue cutely and smiled apologetically, "What should I do? We're going to die from the cold tonight."

"Forehead……"

Chen Jing wanted to say, what's the point? There are a lot of bedrooms in this village. If you don't sleep here, why not just change the room?

But Song Yuchen's next sentence made him abruptly accept it.

"With such a low temperature, you will definitely not be able to sleep on the sofa tonight. Otherwise, you can also sleep on the bed. The bed is quite big anyway. Well, half of us are half of us."

As she spoke, she took a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed, which was considered a boundary.

"Okay...Okay." Chen Jing replied a little dry, but also a little excited and uneasy.