Shenhaozhi counterattacked from picking up the treasure box

"My head hurts so much!"

Ye Feng turned over on the bed and reached out to touch the water glass on the bedside table out of habit, but found it empty.

"Um?"

Ye Feng opened his eyes. This was a strange bedroom, with pink sheets, knitted and embroidered curtains, and a row of dolls on the bedside table. There was a suit on the table, which had been dry-cleaned and pressed, and exuded cologne.

The smell of perfume.

"This is not my home!"

Ye Feng stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy as he was drunk, and fell heavily on the bed again.

"What happened last night?"

Ye Feng paused for a moment and frowned in thought.

He seemed to be drunk last night. Hei Xiong put him into a car, and then a woman sent him to a bedroom, and then started to take off his clothes...

"brush!"

Ye Feng opened the quilt and smiled bitterly.

"I actually got fucked while drunk!"

In the hot pot restaurant last night, there was no other woman except Song Ningzhi. It was obvious that she was the one who was lingering with him last night.

"I actually slept with Song Ningzhi!"

Ye Feng's head suddenly got big.

Having said that, I do have a good impression of Song Ningzhi. This woman is sexy, gentle and knowledgeable. She is very considerate of others. She is also rich and has no hesitation in spending 100 million to buy an imperial jade. Whether she is a girlfriend or a wife.

It's the perfect choice.

But Ye Feng only has Liu Jieyu in his heart and cannot tolerate others. What happened last night made him feel guilty for betrayal.

Ye Feng scratched his head. He and Liu Jieyu broke up, so why did he still feel guilty? Maybe he couldn't let go.

Ye Feng grabbed the clothes on the table and dressed neatly.

"Squeak..."

The door opened and Song Ningzhi walked in wearing sportswear.

She had just finished exercising, her cheeks were red and she was dripping with sweat.

"You're awake!"

Song Ningzhi smiled softly, took off the towel from her neck and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then began to take off her clothes.

"Sister Ningzhi..." Ye Feng blushed instantly and turned his head: "What happened last night...I will be responsible for you."

Song Ningzhi stopped taking off her clothes, walked over and scraped the bridge of his nose with her green-white jade finger.

"Silly brother!"

Ye Feng raised his head and said solemnly: "What I said is true. If Sister Ningzhi agrees, we can get the marriage certificate..."

Song Ningzhi gently pressed her jade finger on Ye Feng's lips.

"Don't make promises to me easily, and I won't ask you to guarantee anything. Don't treat last night as a burden. Let's just let nature take its course."

Ye Feng was slightly startled, then nodded.

Song Ningzhi generously took off her jacket, then took off her underwear and threw it aside, revealing her graceful and sexy body.

Last night, Ye Feng swallowed everything without feeling anything. This time, after looking at it for a long time, his heart suddenly beat faster, and the energy in his lower abdomen began to restless like a wild horse running loose.

"Would you like to do it again?"

Song Ningzhi cast a provocative look, and Ye Feng's mouth went dry immediately, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand.

"What a beautiful thought! Hee hee..."

Song Ningzhi smiled sweetly, ran into the bathroom with her cute little bare feet, and locked the door.

At this moment, Ye Feng felt like he was being roasted on a fire, but the person who could put out the fire hid, making him scratch his head anxiously.

The sound of water in the bathroom, the enchanting reflection on the frosted glass, and the aroma that penetrated the heart filled the air. They were torturing Ye Feng's heart all the time. At this moment, he wanted to kick open the door, break in, and execute Song Ningzhi on the spot.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Ye Feng took a deep breath, he was not a thinking animal, and he would never do such an unreasonable thing!

“The weather is really nice today!”

Ye Feng turned his head to distract himself, but saw Song Ningzhi's underwear thrown aside.

The mysterious black, translucent lace is soaked in sweat and exudes a faint fragrance.

"puff!"

Ye Feng almost spit out nosebleeds, opened the door and fled. He was afraid that under the instigation of Qi in his body, he would kick in the door if he stayed for one more minute.

After walking out of the room, Ye Feng discovered that this was not Song Ningzhi's home in Chengnan Community, but Yunxiu Pavilion on Jin Street. That bedroom was regarded as Song Ningzhi's palace.

Behind Yunxiu Pavilion is a large courtyard with green pines and cypresses, small bridges and flowing water. It is full of ancient style, and under the warm sunshine, it looks like a Chinese painting.

Infected by the environment, Ye Feng's restless heart gradually calmed down, and he took a leisurely stroll on the cobblestone path.

After crossing the small bridge, Ye Feng turned the corner and saw a chubby man wearing a white training suit boxing under a pavilion not far away.

The fist is so powerful that every time a punch is struck, the air will fluctuate slightly.

Ye Feng, a chubby man, knew him as the Grand Master of Yunxiu Pavilion.

Last time, because of selling jade, Ye Feng and Buddha had a bit of an unpleasant encounter, but later the conflict turned into friendship.

When Ye Feng fought against Liu Zhi and Qin Mo, it was he and his lover who came to the rescue.

Ye Feng stood not far from the pavilion and watched. He didn't walk over until Buddha finished a set of punches.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Ye Feng applauded.

"Buddha's boxing is really beautiful. People on the Internet say that Chinese martial arts are in decline. That's because they haven't seen you. Otherwise, why would there be five consecutive whips? Bajiquan will definitely be resounding all over the country!"

"Mr. Ye is here!"

Buddha stopped and exhaled, picked up the towel on the table and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Your body is recovering very well. I thought you were going to stay in bed for ten days and a half."

The two sat down, and Buddha picked up the teapot and filled Ye Feng with a cup.

Ye Feng took a sip of tea, nodded and praised: "Excellent Mingqian, Buddha will enjoy it!"

Buddha laughed: "That's all I have a hobby for now!"

The last battle with the piano demon left Ye Feng with many questions in his mind. He originally wanted to ask Buddha about it, but he happened to meet him today and expressed his doubts.

"Lord Buddha, when you practice ancient martial arts, do you feel a sense of energy in your lower abdomen?"

"Qi?" Buddha put down his tea cup and said with great longing: "Being able to condense Qi in the Dantian, which is what you call the lower abdomen, is not the most outstanding place in the martial arts world. If I want to practice to that level, conservatively estimate, I still have to do it.

Thirty years."

"Thirty years?!" Ye Feng subconsciously touched his belly. If Buddha knew that he now had Qi in his Dantian, he would not be jealous.

Buddha took a sip of tea and continued: "Being able to return Qi to Dantian has exceeded the boundaries of martial arts. It is a step into the immortal gate."

"Xianmen? Cultivation of immortals?"

Ye Feng's brain was a little confused.

"Are there really gods in this world?"

"Are there ghosts in this world?" Buddha asked without answering.

Ye Feng shook his head.

Buddha smiled and said: "Perhaps no one has seen ghosts, but many people believe that there are ghosts and hells in this world. The same principle applies. People have never seen immortals, but they believe that as long as they practice cultivation, they will definitely become immortals."

"Have you ever seen a fairy?"

Buddha shook his head.

"Being able to condense Qi in the lower abdomen is enough to extend one's life by three hundred, but it only extends one's life. No one has ever broken through this limit and stepped into the Immortal Sect."

Condensing Qi in Dantian can actually extend your life by three hundred!

Ye Feng suddenly became excited. At first, he exchanged ten years for his mother's one year of life, and was worried that he would die early in the future, but now it seems that there is no need to worry.

Next, Ye Feng's doubts became even stronger.

How to use the Qi in the lower abdomen?

Ever since it was absorbed, this Qi has been staying in the lower abdomen. It doesn't care about anything, and it always makes trouble for itself. It's okay to just stay still. As long as it gets restless, it will turn into an old pervert.

If you can make use of this Qi, in the words of Lord Buddha, you will become a martial arts master who is proud of all the others. He can beat the six-fingered piano devil, even the thirty-six-fingered piano devil!

Of course, Ye Feng would not directly ask how to use Qi in the lower abdomen, but would make insinuations. Is it necessary to practice Qi skills? Lord Buddha, do you have a copy of ten or eight? Look at my bones, I am amazed. I sold them to you for ten yuan.

Can I do three things?

Buddha's face is full of black lines, saying that you think martial arts and mental skills are like magazines from street newsstands? Buy two and get one free. Our Baji Sect has only passed down half of the fragments for three hundred years, and I have learned three-fifths of it.

, has already joined the ranks of martial arts masters. Even among the major sects in the martial arts, only half of the three rows of bookshelves in the library are filled with martial arts techniques, and the rest are the sect master's notes and personal training experiences.

Ye Feng curled his lips. He didn't expect that martial arts skills were so lacking. Isn't there a library like the Yanziwu Pavilion in "Dragon Babu"? The Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin Temple? Are martial arts novels all lies?

Buddha patted Ye Feng on the shoulder: "Our Baji Sect's exercises have never been taught to outsiders, but I picked up a book. If you are interested, you can take it and read it."

"Follow me."

Buddha stood up, took Ye Feng into Yunxiu Pavilion, and took out a thread-bound book from the bedside table in his room.

The book cover is navy blue, with severe wear at the corners and yellowing of the paper, showing that it has some age.

"I want Ji Qin Mo!"

I didn't pick this up. This is clearly the equipment that was exploded from playing the piano demon!