I Will Eventually Become A God

Chapter 293 Senior Sister Meng was seduced by Xue Jing (4K)

Meng Qingjiao looked at Xue Jing with a cold gaze, showing no emotion. Meng Boshan raised his mouth in an arc that he didn't know if it was a smile, and nodded to Xue Jing as a greeting.

He opened the door wide, moved his majestic body to the side, and motioned Xue Jing to come in.

Xue Jing stepped into the training room, looked at the eldest brother, and measured his attributes with the attribute table.

The pentagonal radar chart on the dial kept changing, and soon measured Meng Boshan's five dimensions.

Body: 1287

Mind: 1166

Tribulation: 1517

Saint: 285

Potential:?

'1287 [Body] value...'

Xue Jing's eyes moved.

More than a month ago, there was still a huge gap between him and the eldest brother in terms of physical strength, but now he is almost catching up, and the difference in values is only about a quarter.

His growth rate is getting more and more exaggerated.

Xue Jing thought, if the two of them were to engage in pure martial arts combat now, the difference of one-fourth in physical value would not be a crushing defeat in a martial arts duel, and he still had a chance of winning.

The eldest brother had been immersed in martial arts for decades, and his martial arts skills were definitely better than his, but his advantage in using [True Martial Arts] was enough to make up for this.

In general, Xue Jing felt that even if he did not use the twin cheat, he was enough to fight with the eldest brother in martial arts.

‘The eldest brother had achieved the great perfection of internal cultivation a long time ago, and he was only one step away from leaping over the dragon gate. The value at this time is already the current limit, and it is difficult to make further progress. ’

‘So, 1287 is almost the value of the ‘mortal limit’? ’

Xue Jing thought.

‘No...you can’t calculate it like this. Everyone’s physique is different, and their limits are also different. The eldest brother has excellent physical talent, and his upper limit is a bit higher than that of ordinary people. The limit of ordinary people is estimated to be less than one thousand. ’

‘…Though those who can practice to the point of leaping to the dragon gate, their talent is definitely not what ‘ordinary people’ are. ’

As soon as he entered the practice room, Xue Jing saw Meng Qingjiao kneeling in the middle of the room, wearing a training suit.

Under a neat short hair, a pretty face with a pair of cold and clean eyes, she should be a cool and abstinent girl.

However, her devilish figure is too enchanting, and even the loose training suit that does not show her figure is supported by a thrilling arc, which has nothing to do with the word ‘abstinence’ at all.

Those cold and clean beautiful eyes looked at Xue Jing, and as always, people could not understand their emotions.

“Kacha——”

There was a sound of closing the door behind him. Xue Jing looked back and found that his senior brother Meng Boshang was not in the room, but had left.

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

However, at this point, he looked at Meng Qingjiao, smiled and greeted, "Senior Sister Meng."

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded to him, then moved forward slightly, stretched out her hand and patted the ground in front of her.

It seemed to indicate Xue Jing to sit here.

Seeing this, Xue Jing walked in front of Meng Qingjiao, less than 20 centimeters away from her, sat down cross-legged, and faced her.

At such a close distance, his keen sense of smell kept smelling the fragrance of Senior Sister Meng. As long as his sight was slightly lowered, the World Cup, which was too conspicuous, would occupy the focus of his vision.

However, Xue Jing's consciousness control ability was very strong. When he was well prepared, he would not be affected. He just smiled calmly with a normal expression:

"Senior Sister Meng, I will start to teach you Huang Po Gong next... There may be some impoliteness, please forgive me."

Meng Qingjiao reached out and touched his head, and nodded softly.

Xue Jing pondered for a moment and said, "Huang Po Gong is a unique Taoist skill, belonging to the category of ancient martial arts. It is very important to cultivate the mind. To master it, you need a very high level of Taoist cultivation. Only after reading many Taoist scriptures can you understand some of the mysterious things that cannot be expressed in simple words."

"I can't give you much help in this regard, you can only rely on yourself... However, you are a genius in soft power, and the degree of meticulousness of Qi movement and power is unparalleled, which is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. In this way, even if you are not well-educated in Taoism, you should be able to forcibly imitate some subtle changes in the power movement of Taoist masters..."

"Although the depth of this skill cannot be taught to you in this way, I will let you get started first, and then you can study Taoism on your own to supplement your practice in the future."

As Xue Jing spoke, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Meng Qingjiao's wrist.

The delicate touch came, it was a slender, soft, and completely unlike the wrist of a martial artist.

Xue Jing entered the serious teaching mode and did not care about these. Instead, he circulated his strength and transformed it into Qi Jin, which flowed into Meng Qingjiao's body and began to flow through her body.

He possessed [Zhenwu] and had absolute control over Qi Jin. He controlled the Qi Jin out of his body to circulate the Qi route of Huang Po Gong in Meng Qingjiao's body, so subtle that it seemed to be circulated in his own body.

As Huang Po Gong's Qi route is a health-preserving method, it inevitably involves some yin and yang, and Qi Jin has to pass through many sensitive parts.

Quchi, Qi Hai, Zhongji, Yinlian...

Meng Qingjiao's face was slightly ruddy, and her heart was slightly fluctuating, but seeing Xue Jing's face that was focused on teaching seriously, she suppressed many restlessness and concentrated on feeling the rhythm of Qi Jin.

Once she concentrated, the feeling became stronger...

Meng Qingjiao suddenly trembled slightly, and her toes curled up slightly.

"Sister, don't move." Xue Jing reminded.

…

By the time the teaching was finished, Meng Qingjiao was already covered with a layer of fine, fragrant sweat.

"Senior sister, are you okay?"

Xue Jing said with concern.

Because he has real martial arts, there is no pressure to practice Huang Po Kung, but for Senior Sister Meng, it may be a big burden.

Meng Qingjiao panted slightly, glanced at Xue Jing, and suddenly leaned forward, leaning on Xue Jing's chest.

Xue Jing gently held Meng Qingjiao's shoulders with both hands, making no other movements, waiting for Meng Qingjiao to recover.

Today, Xue Jing's martial arts realm is extremely high, and his body is crystal clear and almost free of dirt. Coupled with the Level 10 charm technique, he has a natural and wonderful body fragrance all year round.

Although he used breath blocking to collect the scent to the point where it could not be smelled a few centimeters away from the body, Meng Qingjiao was too close to Xue Jing at this time. He just breathed, and the smell of Xue Jing was everywhere between his mouth and nose.

Then...she felt very high and took several more puffs.

Xue Jing was originally waiting for her to regain her strength and get up, but after a while she realized something was wrong... Why was Senior Sister Meng's breathing getting more and more serious?

Could it be that something went wrong with Huang Po's practice just now?

Xue Jing's eyes became serious. He practiced this technique by himself, and the only person he could refer to was himself... and he was not a person who could refer to it.

It would be terrible if Senior Sister Meng really had a problem with her training.

"Sister, are you okay?"

He hurriedly pushed Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, pushed her away from his chest, and looked at her face.

Her face looked pretty good, very rosy, but for some reason her originally cold eyes became quite blurry... as if she was a little dissatisfied with desire.

Xue Jing hesitated and said: "Senior sister?"

After Meng Qingjiao heard this, he came back to his senses, held Xue Jing's arm with his palm, sat upright, shook his head, and signaled that he was fine.

She took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her clothes, covered the lower half of her face, and looked at Xue Jing quietly.

Just when Xue Jing was confused, she tapped her phone a few times and handed the screen to Xue Jing to see.

Above is a notebook page with three words written on it.

【Go on. 】

Xue Jing asked with concern: "Can you hold on?"

Meng Qingjiao nodded and said there was no problem.

After a while...

"Crack-"

Meng Qingjiao fell on Xue Jing again and began to pant and take a deep breath.

For some reason, Senior Sister Meng's posture when she fell was a little different this time... She seemed to be closer to him.

I met him in the World Cup.

Xue Jing did not speak, but held Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Meng Qingjiao showed no intention of getting up. Just as Xue Jing wanted to remind her, there was a sudden pop at the door.

The door was pushed open forcefully, and a beautiful little girl over 1.4 meters tall pushed in.

Xue Jing turned around and saw that it was his young apprentice Zong Shichan whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Master!"

Zong Shichan was very happy to see Xue Jing, but when she caught a glimpse of the situation in the room, she saw Meng Qingjiao nestled in Xue Jing's arms. The two seemed to be hugging each other, and her body suddenly stiffened.

The little girl's happy expression turned into dissatisfaction, and she shouted coquettishly: "Hey~ why is this, Master Meng is so cunning!"

"I want to hug Master too!"

After saying that, he rushed forward and hugged Xue Jing, hanging on him like a koala.

"Hehe, Master, Chan'er misses you so much."

Zong Shichan said with a smile.

Xue Jing glanced at her twice, with a puzzled look on his face: "Who are you?"

The little girl's eyes widened: "Master, have you forgotten me now?"

"I am the obedient little disciple Zong Shichan who you said you would love for the rest of your life!"

Xue Jing said lightly: "I never said that."

Zong Shichan said angrily: "Don't you remember it?"

When Meng Qingjiao saw Zong Shichan arriving, he stood up and left Xue Jing's chest, his expression returning to a calm and cool look.

"Senior sister, let's get here first today."

Xue Jing said.

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded and reached out to help him tidy up the messy clothes on his chest.

Xue Jing stood up, lifted Zong Shichan hanging on his body with one hand, and put her on the ground:

"Don't stick to me, it's very hot."

Hearing this, Zong Shichan pouted and muttered: "Then how could Master Meng...Master is so partial?"

Xue Jing smiled and rubbed her head: "Uncle Meng, you were so tired from practicing martial arts that your body couldn't hold it anymore, so you just leaned on me to take a rest."

Zong Shichan's eyes lit up: "Master, you haven't taught me martial arts for a long time, you must train me hard today!"

Xue Jing touched his chin: "彳亍."

…

Two hours later, Xue Jing's training room.

Zong Shichan fell to the ground covered in sweat, with his butt raised, unable to move a finger, breathing heavily, looking at Xue Jing, who was two meters away from him, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Master... why are you so far away from me?"

"Shouldn't you come over and hold me now?"

Xue Jing was looking at the panel prompt for [Teaching] to be promoted to Level 7. Hearing this, he looked at Zong Shichan lying on the floor, tilted his head and said, "Huh? No, you are covered in sweat."

Zong Shichan said angrily: "How can the beautiful girl's fragrant sweat be considered sweat! You don't dislike Master Meng's!"

Xue Jing's eyes showed a smile: "You actually call yourself a beautiful girl... Haha."

Zong Shichan suddenly became furious: "I was called Your Highness the Princess in school! Calling yourself a beautiful girl can only be considered modest!"

As she spoke, she murmured a little disappointedly:

"Master, I really worked hard... Just reward me."

Xue Jing smiled, but did not continue to tease the little girl. Instead, he walked up to her, squatted down, reached out and touched her head, and said softly:

"I know, you've worked hard."

As soon as the voice fell, the little girl who was lying on the ground and seemed unable to move jumped up, hugged Xue Jing, buried her head in his chest, and said with a smile:

"Master, you've been fooled, this is my way of acting like a spoiled child!"

Xue Jing was not surprised at all, but continued to touch her head and smiled: "Yes, you are smart, I was fooled."

Zong Shichan was very satisfied. Holding Xue Jing, she felt as if her soul had been purified.

She liked her master the most.

...

Xue Jing stayed in the Canglong Dojo for a long time. When he returned home, the sky was already covered with a layer of night.

In the living room, Xue Wan was lying on the sofa, holding the cat in her arms, watching the crosstalk program on TV, and would laugh from time to time, while rubbing the cat vigorously.

Seeing Xue Jing coming back, Xue Wan sat up and patted the seat next to him.

"A Jing, come here quickly."

Xue Jing heard this, walked to Xue Wan and sat down, reaching out to rescue the cat from her arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Xue Wan said dissatisfiedly: "Did you forget something?"

As she said this, she pinched the hem of her clothes with both hands and began to lift her top up.

Her slender and sexy waist was suddenly exposed, and the vertical exquisite belly button was embellished with a ruby-like belly button stud.

"Hurry up, suck it for me."

Xue Wan urged.

Xue Jing's mouth twitched: "You did it on purpose, can't you change the wording."

He reached out and gently touched Xue Wan's "stigma" with a little disgust.

[Divine substance detected, absorbing divinity...]

Xue Wan sighed comfortably, as if she had entered a hot spring in the cold winter.

"In a month, my alienation rate is about to break through 30%. If you don't deal with it, I will get alienation disease."

Xue Jing frowned and said, "You are too relaxed. You can't relax just because there is a solution. If you continue like this, the alienation rate will increase faster and faster. What if I can't contact you for a few months or a year?"

Xue Wan waved her hand: "I know."

It didn't take long before the panel came up with a prompt.

[Divinity absorption completed]

Xue Jing glanced at the divinity column.

[Possessing divinity: 1365]

This time, a total of more than 800 divinity points were absorbed from Xue Wan, which is the current highest record, higher than the first time.

Although the harvest was huge, Xue Jing didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he spread his palm and grabbed Xue Wan's head and grabbed it hard.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Xue Wan screamed.

"Remember, when I'm not around, you have to stay alert and stop the momentum of alienation. You can't be indifferent."

Xue Jing said calmly.

"I know, I know!! It hurts, let go, Master Jing!"