Predecessors all over the world

Mu Tianguang clearly felt Yin Miaomiao's changes. Not surprisingly, his heart was clear and clear, and he was just a sword and her. Therefore, although the changes were subtle, they could not escape his perception.

She became more gentle, as if she treated him as a child who needed care, but she was more intimate than children. Every night, she would use Feng Yuelu's mental method to help him sort out the ice and soul that he absorbed.

Power, the way of yin and yang is the ultimate truth. After this, he will not have the problem of growing spiritual power too fast and causing unstable foundations.

Not only that, when the clouds and rains are resting, she will half support her body, and she will caress his cheeks, arms, chest, love and pity, and tenderness in her eyebrows and eyes - no one has ever treated him like this, he was the most in the past

The people close to you are the master, who teaches earnestly and guides the secrets. However, the master and apprentice are like father and son, how can they be as close as the fusion between men and women?

He still admired his master and cared about the sect. But she was the only one who loved her.

"Miaomiao." He hugged her waist tightly, and his lips were stamped on her forehead. "You are very nice to me."

Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing and sighed: "I can't bear to say that." After pausing for a while, he commented objectively, "I treat you well, but if you are willing to give others a chance, they will treat you better than me."

Tens of millions of times.”

If a woman really wants to be kind to a man, she can take care of her as a giant baby in every minute, manage her food, clothing, housing and transportation properly, and every word and sentence can understand people's feelings, so that she can never leave him again.

If Mu Tianguang is willing to give up, some women are willing to treat him well and give him a heart, but the relationship between men and women is so strange. The bloody heart and dirty mosquito blood are no different.

My heart and soul probably can only make him frown, thinking: I can't help myself due to love.

So she is quite bad. She is neither lukewarm nor hot at the beginning, sometimes far away, and she wants to hit her when kissing her, but she is funny when she is far away. She hasn't felt so fresh that she has not felt bored yet, but she likes her more and more. She has treated him with all her heart and soul.

stand up.

And who is Mu Tianguang? When he heard this, he said: "No need for them."

Straight man so cute.

"Then I have to be a little better to you, otherwise you will suffer a loss." She smiled and said to herself, "When I can't be nice to you, I'm not afraid that you won't go back to Cuishi Peak with me. With this thought,

The heart becomes honey, and a gentle press of the fingers will make you feel sweet.

Mu Tian's eyes were as light as glass, and a burst of pain suddenly flashed in his eyes. An unspeakable sadness hit his chest. The smell of coptis chinensis came out of his mouth. It rushed from under his tongue to his nose, and then slowly fell back into his stomach.

Blood penetrates into the internal organs and penetrates into every inch of flesh and blood.

The Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, he pursed his lips and asked slowly and bitterly: "If one day we will separate, will you regret it?"

At the beginning, he couldn't help but talk about his feelings in the middle of the night. Now, she has sent him a tenderness, but he can no longer guarantee that the Yuan Dynasty will be established forever and the way to go.

Will she hate him? Will she regret it? Will she leave?

Quietness spreads in the tent, and a few rays of candlelight sprinkle through the pores of the gauze tent, and the light and shadows sway, which is the hazy only of the dream of the spring boudoir. She was stunned and sat up, and the pine black wilt

It fell on the shoulder, and there was a strand facing the light, which was shining brightly, and it was tempting to reach out to touch it.

His heart sinks little by little.

"No." She said, smiling Yanran, "Never."

"Why?"

"I did what I wanted to do most now, how could I regret it? I would regret it if I didn't do it."

He thought she didn't understand the deep meaning of the words and explained with difficulty: "I... mean it."

The dreamy bubble burst and dissipated in the sunlight. Yin Miaomiao could no longer deceive himself. He slowly breathed out and asked, "What's wrong with Yishui Jian?" He paused and exposed it directly, "I don't believe you want to leave."

I, Guiyuan Sect has been calm recently and has not intended to break us apart. That must be a problem with your mental method."

Unexpectedly, Mu Tianguang was speechless for a moment and nodded for a while: "Yes." Once he said it, it seemed that it was not that heavy. He corrected it, "It's not that mental state of mind, it's my state of mind.

wrong."

This is not the worst answer. Yin Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, please tell me slowly."

He talked about the fourth level of "Yi Shui Sword" to her.

After hearing this, Yin Miaomiao said in surprise: "Is this written in the mind method? Must do it accordingly?"

She can't blame her for having this question. "Feng Yue Lu" is also a mental method, but usually only scatters at the beginning and explains the reason. The latter part is the specific cultivation method. As for what the monks use to do after they are practiced, does it have to do with the original meaning.

It's in line, there's nothing to do with it.

For example, soul art originates from the difficulty of finding emotions, which can both confuse people and kill people. But she is not satisfied and uses it ingeniously to find the truth, and is still very easy to use.

Mu Tianguang shook his head and explained: "The Yishui Sword is a mental method and a sword method. The two complement each other, but there is no realm. The prompt to the fourth realm is that I returned to the sect after being awakened by you.

What I learned after reading the notes of the previous generations is that it is said that "the fourth level of Yishui is to express its phenomena, to understand its changes, to understand its constants, to know it's easy to think about the first three levels, but I never understand its meaning in the last level."

She listened quietly.

"Some time ago, I finally realized the third level and had some premonitions about the fourth level. I thought of the opening words of the four sentences of "Yi Shui Sword", so I had some bad guesses." He also put the

The four lines of poem "The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold" were recited by her.

Yin Miaomiao frowned slightly and asked, "You said that the predecessors have recorded this. How many people have practiced "Yi Shui Sword" in history? What is the result?"

Mu Tianguang said: "Four people. The first person is the Taoist master of the ritual. "Yi Shui Sword" is the mental method he created, and the second person

Falling in the transformation of God, the third person died in the last Dao Demon War, and the fourth person was me."

Yin Miaomiao was surprised, and she made up for the history of the three major sects and was no stranger to the name Shouyi Daozun. He was the founder of Guiyuan Sect and was also promoted to the merging of the fourteen continents in tens of millions of years.

Powerful.

According to the records, after establishing Guiyuan Sect, he went into seclusion for many years, successfully broke through the advanced fusion of the God Transformation and once won the throne with the strongest cultivation level in the fourteen continents. However, not long after, he escaped into the Realm Sect and disappeared.

Then another thousand years later, the formations of Guiyuan Gate were activated on a certain day. Guiyuan Gate was not happy but sad, and everything was covered in mourning. Only then did people know that Guiyuan Gate’s mountain protection formation was a way of guarding the ritual.

If the secret technique left by the Lord is gone, the essence and blood will merge into the array eye, open the array, and then protect the sect for thousands of years.

If "Yi Shui Sword" was left by Shouyi Daozun, then Guiyuan Sect's understanding of it and preservation must be extremely high, and it is unlikely to make mistakes.

The barely aroused hope of luck disappeared.

Seeing that she was speechless, Mu Tianguang felt uneasy and said a few more words: "Most sword practitioners have different mental methods than sword techniques. If their minds cannot match the meaning of sword techniques, they can change their methods, or understand them by themselves.

Sword Note. But the reason why "Yi Shui Sword" is powerful is that the sword intent and mind method come from the same source."

"I understand." She glared at him angrily, "But I know very little about swordsmanship and can't think of a solution for a while. Can you tell me something useful?"

What Mu Tianguang was most worried about was that she left without saying a word, but when she scolded her, she felt relieved and smiled slightly: "I have no longer concealed from you."

Yin Miaomiao was full of sorrow. When he heard this, he could no longer hold back and chuckled: "I have been hiding it for so many days and I have been worried for a long time. I should beat him." As he said that, he raised his hand on his cheek

After applying it, the teasing meaning was beyond words.

He did not avoid or hide, and turned his face to meet her palm: "It's not intentional to deceive me, but I can't be sure about this, but I'm just palpitations occasionally."

"Why do you need to comfort me? How can a monk be palpitations for no reason?" She shook her head, thinking that he was saying that she was equal to her sword technique, and she was even more certain, "I have never been too pessimistic,

But he is also used to making the worst plans.”

Mu Tianguang wanted to speak but stopped.

"If you have something, don't linger, or you'll hit you again." She warned, and squeezed his tight-knitted arm hard. The touch felt very good, and she couldn't help pinching it a few more times.

He said, "What is the worst plan?"

"I won't say it. I will never tell you until that step." She felt mixed feelings in her heart, but she thought of him for many days and was reluctant to let him be worried and scared again, so she laughed and said, "Do you know why?"

”

He frowned in confusion.

"Because I said it, I left a hole in your heart. Even if it heals, it will hurt when I think about it later.

Your heart is flawless, I don't want to hurt it." She kissed his cheek, as cold as dew.

Mu Tianguang closed his eyelids slightly, and inexplicable feelings surged in his chest, as hot as blood, as sweet as honey, poured into his heart, thousands of words could not express the deep feelings at this moment. He just hugged according to his heart.

Her cold lips were printed on the corners of her lips, and the tenderness was fully fusion of her body.

Yin Miaomiao did not stop her, and she urgently needed something to relieve her anxiety. The ultimate joy of fish and water was obviously the best choice.

This is a fierce and rapid intercourse, like a sudden rain hitting pear blossoms, which is unprecedentedly refreshing.

The night is deep and the moon is melting.

When the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the incense seal that was timed was burning to the end, and it was already the hour of Mao.

Yin Miaomiao leaned on the pillow, his eyes were not as lazy as he was usually tired, and he was extremely clear-headed: "It's dawn. I'll go find Senior Brother Gu to ask me, and write to my master later to ask how to deal with such a thing.

.”

"Okay." He said, "I want to send a letter to my master."

"Sky light, unless you want to give up, I will not give up on you if there is a slight possibility." She said, and when she saw that he seemed to be about to speak, she immediately reached out to cover his lips, "You can't swear,

No promises.”

He was stunned.

She suddenly got out of consciousness and remembered what happened many years ago. The past is like smoke, and the details are blurred. She only vaguely remembers the golden dragon on his robe. Yes, she rushed over after going down court. She had not had time to change her court uniform.

The pattern outlined by the lines shines brightly in the sun, carrying the glory of the world.

In an instant, the sweetness of ambergris at her nose seemed to smell again, and the smoke floated in the air, condensed but did not dissipate, forming pavilions.

Decades have passed in a flash.

Similar scenes are staged again, they are all monks. Will this time be different?

She sighed and murmured, "Anyway, don't say it, I understand your feelings. Whether you say it or not has nothing to do with the ending."

Mu Tianguang never missed the melancholy in her eyes, but he said quietly, "Okay, I won't say it."

Some things he doesn't ask or say doesn't mean they don't know. It's just that she has deep affection for him and has taught him to be satisfied. Therefore, she doesn't have to worry about it or mention it. Just give her a moment of quietness.

After counting breaths, she really came back to her senses, put on her clothes and stood up, and thought for him wholeheartedly: "I'll go first, you can practice after you finish writing the letter. You will eventually have to go to that point, don't be afraid."

He bent his lips: "Don't worry, I will not disappoint you."

Mu Tianguang is Mu Tianguang. Yin Miaomiao smiled and pushed the door out.