I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

After dealing with Zhang Xiaofan, Jiang Siming returned to the house to check his own cultivation level. He had jumped four levels in a row, from the first building of the foundation to the fifth building of the foundation.

It's almost reaching the middle of foundation construction.

Calculated according to the order of the cultivation base of this Immortal Comprehensive World, in the middle of foundation construction, he was already an out-and-out little master.

The suzerains of many minor sects are not at the level of the middle and late stages of foundation construction.

Jiang Siming is fairly satisfied with this progress.

Cultivating this stuff, all the exercises are spicy chicken, or brother's [Yin Yang Gong] easy to use!

In the middle of the foundation building, the next seven channels will be martial, and the difficulty will be much less.

Tian Ling'er's contribution is not insignificant, it is too timely~

Jiang Siming felt itchy again when he thought of the aggrieved appearance of this little Nizi just now.

Alas, I blame Zhang Xiaofan for this ramming product, otherwise he is still spending a good morning with the beauty at the moment.

There was no show for the time being, Jiang Siming had no choice but to endure it first. Anyway, he didn't worry, it would be a long time.

He took out the won Rong Ling Pill and threw it into his mouth like a candy pill.

Xiao Xiao meditated, evaporating the power of the Rong Ling Pill, and it was already dark with his eyes open.

Sure enough, there is no time for cultivation, and Jiang Siming doesn't want to waste time and meditate every day.

Thinking of the agreement with Zhao Ling'er, Jiang Siming wanted to ‘cultivation’ again.

Unexpectedly, just after leaving the hospital, she saw Shuiyue standing at his door, looking at him with a smile.

"You are quite good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. You have already built five foundations, but you have to act like one."

Jiang Siming was taken aback, and then immediately understood.

I was meditating just now, and I was afraid that Shuiyue had discovered him with the consciousness of the Nascent Soul Stage, and found out his own strength.

Jiang Siming wouldn't say that he just broke through after a ‘hard fight’ during the day, so embarrassed.

"Ahem..." Jiang Siming coughed a few times and said, "Isn't that you don't want to be too high-profile, you know me, the lowest-profile is honest."

Shuiyue chuckled and said sarcastically: "I have never seen a low-key person who needs to be so ostentatious to appear. It is really low-key to call all Qingyun female disciples to cheer you on."

How did Jiang Siming feel that Shuiyue's words were a little jealous.

"That's not what I called it, but what the people want. They admire my personality and integrity, so they all respect me as a big brother."

"Oh? Really? Why didn't any of the male disciples cheer you on?" Shuiyue deliberately demolished Jiang Siming's desk.

However, Jiang Siming was not just embarrassed at all, but he replied confidently: "Those male disciples are not as enlightened as female disciples, and they are all narrow-minded. If I am jealous, they will be too good, especially your brother Cangsong, but also a small belly. No, he is not as good as chicken intestines, at best it is mouse intestines."

Shui Yueren couldn't help being so handsome, the corners of her mouth raised, but she didn't want to lose her image in front of the younger generation, and quickly suffocated.

"It's better not to say this again. If it reaches Senior Brother Cang, he will definitely make you unable to eat and walk around."

After speaking, Shui Yue continued: "Well, it seems that you have recovered, I will go back."

"You came to see me?" Jiang Siming asked in surprise.

Shuiyue gave him a blank look, and said the words that seemed to have been prepared.

"Ling'er always missed you and couldn't sleep. I was afraid that it would affect her tomorrow's test, so I came over for her to take a look."

Jiang Siming nodded and said: "Then don't rush to go, and help me adjust my breath."

"You are all well, living alive, what else do you need to adjust your interest rate?" Shuiyue asked suspiciously, staring at Jiang Siming, as if searching for Jiang Siming's bad idea.

Who is Jiang Siming, that is the old actor.

"I can improve my cultivation so fast, thanks to the month two years ago, you helped me adjust my breath every night on the Wangyuetai and taught me to practice. I want to review it again and ask about the cultivation after the foundation was built. I don’t want to get caught up in it anymore."

"Aren't you looking for a teacher? He is your master, and he has returned early now. You can ask him at any time."

As Shuiyue said, the night wind disturbed the blue silk in her ears. She raised her hand and pulled it casually, acting dignified and elegant.

The moonlight on the top of the sky shone, all exuding a mature charm.

Seeing that Lao Jiang was a little bit ready to move again, Yin Yang Gong was eager for him to practice hard.

"Isn't this a martial arts meeting in the Qimai recently? There are so many things to teach, I can't be too busy."

Jiang Siming's eyes were sincere, and he continued: "Besides, I'm going to find a master instructor now. If my strength is revealed in the next competition and someone knows it, it must be said that the instructor is biased, and I use great magical powers to help me directly improve my strength. , Then I lose face."

"You know me, you just want to rely on yourself."

With that said, Jiang Siming patted his chest with a serious face.

Shuiyue pursed her red lips amusedly, and said again, "Then I will help you, don't you also rely on yourself?"

"That's different. You just help me adjust my breath and guide me in my practice. No one will know. In a word, help or not help. If you think my Seven Meridian Tournament is too ugly to lose, don't help. "Jiang Siming simply started to shame.

Shuiyue couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "Okay, I will help you adjust your breath again, but I can't stay too long. The other six elders and head teachers are resting at Tongtian Peak. It is easy to find."

"Ok Ooke, come in."

Jiang Siming immediately changed his smiling face and invited Shuiyue into the house.

Shuiyue walked into the yard with lotus steps.

Fortunately, after Jiang Siming and Tian Ling'er finished practicing, Tian Ling'er also cleaned the battlefield intimately and got out of bed.

Otherwise, Shuiyue saw the messy scene and probably just ran away.

The two walked into the house, and as soon as they entered, Jiang Siming began to undress.

Shuiyue shook her face and flushed, Xing stared at Jiang Siming and scolded, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Siming looked back at her strangely, and said, "Adjust your breath, have you forgotten? Don't we do this often at the Wangyuetai?"

Only then did Shuiyue react, feeling that she was too sensitive, and the time interval was too long, so she forgot.

But this sounds a bit wrong, what does it mean to do this often at Wangyuetai? ? ? ?

In order to conceal the embarrassment, Shuiyue had no choice but to support her: "Actually, you don't need to undress at all now."

"It's better to take it off. I'm more old-fashioned. How was it before, but now I still want to be like that and don't want to change." Jiang Siming said a shocking reason.

Shuiyue couldn't help him, so she had to acquiesce.

"There is a lot of dust on the ground, it is not very clean, just go to my bed."

Jiang Siming graciously invited, and after speaking, he went up as quickly as possible and sat down cross-legged, without even giving Shuiyue a chance to refute.

Shui Yue took a deep breath, resisting the urge to hit someone, and finally sat on it cautiously.

Just sitting on it, Shuiyue felt like sitting on pins and needles.

It was the first time she sat on a man's bed. Although she was more than 300 years old, this was really the first time a big girl got married.

[Author's digression]: First more~