Chapter 492: Don't deliberately

In the depths of the Dong Mansion, there was a faint sound of dragon chanting, and the crisp sound of a fierce fighting.
Qin Yi's guns against Li Qingjun were unarmed, and the two had a hundred moves to practice.
When the gun came, Qin Yi pushed his palm sideways, with the tip of the gun obliquely rubbing his side, and then arched his shoulders, pushing it over.
Li Qingjun put a palm on his shoulder, but couldn't hold back the force and was arched away. But at the same time, Li Mang flashed in his eyes.
It seems that the soul of the gods became a sword and shot straight out.
Qin Yishen turned the soul into the sea, and the sword sank straight into it, splashing the soul sea for a while, but eventually disappeared.
Both faces are slightly pale.
Qin Yi really marveled at Li Qingjun ’s creation-Wu Xiu ’s physical body and soul system have always been very partial. If the five-layer forging bone practice is compared with Tengyun, the energy intensity can be higher than that of Tengyun ’s six or seven layers. The two or three layers of Tengyun are amazing, so they can often leapfrog and often die in some ways. In order to solve this problem, Penglai Jiange deliberately created the inheritance of Jianyin, but this was ultimately a foreign matter, not self-cultivation.
But being forced back by the female ghost, Li Qingjun ’s soul was at least the strength of Tao Xiu ’s Tengyun Peak, but her most concealed killer.
My own soul-forging system, which is the ninth chapter of the chaos source, is actually comparable to her.
It can be predicted that for a long period of time, Li Qingjun ’s soul is stronger than actual practice. After all, the spirit of the female ghost is close to Qianyuan. Li Qingjun is likely to be able to reach Qianyuan all the way through this system without hindrance. It's worth it.
"Speaking of our own practice, don't touch your soul-killing sword, it's dangerous." Qin Yi rubbed his head and complained a little.
Li Qingjun whispered apologetically: "I'm not very well in control now, it wouldn't have been so harsh."
"So you need to practice more with me?"
"Uh……"
Qin Yi hooked his hand and smiled: "Come again!"
Li Qingjun's expression slightly lamented: "So careless, really poke you!"
"Poke."
"Look at the gun!"
The guns were back up, but they had softened by three points.
Qin Yi grabbed the gun handle sideways, dragged it around, and dragged Li Qingjun straight into his arms, then pushed forward a few steps and pushed all the way to the edge of the cave.
Li Qingjun looked up at him against the wall.
Qin Yi stroked her right hand slowly with one hand, took off the gun and was still on the side, bowed her head and kissed.
Li Qingjun closed his eyes.
This kind of "dual training" lasted for several days, and it became like this every day ...
She gently pressed Qin Yi's hand to untie her belt and whispered, "Sister Sister is still here ..."
"She is painting a landscape of flowers in the Lingyao Garden, not so fast."
"Then ... hurry up."
"It's going to be hard ... look at the gun!"
"Um ..." Li Qingjun turned around, reaching his hand against the wall and biting his lower lip tightly.
The practice of Ku Daqin ’s death was never Qin Yi ’s wish. If it were the general situation, it would make both parties addicted to it, and they could teach both sides to marrow. Fortunately, the practice of double cultivation is for this preparation. Not only do they not drag down their practice, they can also benefit from long-term harmony.
As long as you do n’t endlessly.
There is nothing to correct when it comes to retreat, rehearsal, and practice.
When playing the piano and admiring the flowers and singing the wind and the moon, it clears your mind.
This is spiritual practice.
This is what Qin Yi thought of hermit practice. If you can follow this template, let alone a few years, he will be happy to stay for thousands of years.
Compared to the house, who is afraid of who ...
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"The Sound of Flowing Water" echoed gently in the cave, beside the water pool, Ju Yunxiu placed a pavilion and was playing the piano.
Since the seclusion island was hit by Qin Yi with Li Qingjun, Ju Yunxiu has also been caught in a long battle and escape adventure. It has been a long time since such a comfortable life.
She also likes this kind of tranquility, or takes the boy to travel around the world in a leisurely way to see the scenery of the world, and to understand the Dao heart is not suitable for falling into battle.
Now that she has finally returned, she is more at ease than Qin Yi Li Qingjun.
It seems that spiritual practice is not as good as Li Qingjun's efforts. In fact, this is her practice. In this regard, she and Qin Yi have always had a common language.
It is for a friend.
A whistle of flute is mixed in the piano sound, and then entangled and surrounded, and the harmony is made, regardless of each other, so that the monotonous solo becomes a symphonic symphony.
Ju Yunxiu looked up, Qin Yi leaned against the hole, leaning against the flute.
The two looked at each other for a while, and both smiled.
If you say "love", the love between the two may not be as strong as the Qingjun, but this kind of heart that is often accompanied by frequent accomplices, who is guilty of youth and illness, is the biggest special thing between the two.
This is the true Tao Lu.
In the increasingly utilitarian fairy family, this state of mind that should be normal is really not much.
Even in Wandao Xiangong, there are not many ... Most of the people in Xiangong are "too vulgar". Ju Yunxiu's awkward petty bourgeoisie is really hard to find.
After the song was played, Ju Yunxiu pressed the strings, seemingly smiling: "Is the practice with your princess finished?"
The word "Dianlian" is particularly bitten, and the irony in it is on the horizon. Qin Yi's face was thick and embarrassing. She came over with a dry cough and sat with her side by side.
In addition to the Guqin on the stone table, there are scrolls with flowers and teas on them. The flowers bloom brightly, and the teas are simple and beautiful. Qin Yi laughed: "Looking at Sister's paintings, I always feel that there is another tea inside."
"This is practice painting, not infused with spirit." Ju Yunxiu gave him a white look: "I think you want a lot of tea."
"No, it's enough." Qin Yi said, putting her hand around her waist.
Ju Yunxiu didn't make any money, and turned to look at his profile: "You haven't learned to paint for a long time. Do you want to give up?"
Qin Yidao: "There is still interest, but now choose to become utilitarian, knowing that there will not be any achievements in painting the road in the short term, so I will not spend my time here. What can be tempted is only things that are beneficial to the war."
"Although I know that you are under great pressure and need utilitarianism, your state of mind is calmed down and beneficial to practice." Ju Yunxiu said: "From the beginning, what you learn from flute and painting is not their combat power, but sentimentality. Mountains and waters, washing souls. It is the same now, when it is picked up again, it should not be abandoned. "
Qin Yi stood up and said: "Sister Sister is right."
Ju Yunxiu smiled and said, "Will you split you up?"
Qin Yi laughed: "How can it be so easy ... People are complicated ~ EbookFREE.me ~ If a kind of temperament label, it is not Qin Yi, but the person in the picture."
Ju Yunxiu thought deeply: "If the people in my painting can be so complex and diverse, it is a great success."
Qin Yi spread out an empty drawing paper and smiled, "Sister teach me?"
The two were close to each other, Qin Yi raised his pen to paint, and Ju Yunxiu pointed lightly with his hand, pointing softly.
The fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, the whispers whisper on the ears, and the red sleeves are fragrant.
Qin Yi was relaxed and happy, and consciously drew a few points into the painting.
He painted this cave, the rugged cave walls, and clear water. Linghua green grass, gentle breeze.
Ju Yunxiu was also very satisfied and smiled, "Can there be poetry?"
By asking questions, I quietly moved a little.
After so long, I feel a little bit like a horse ... I really don't know how Qin Yi can paint well.
Qin Yi turned to look at her faintly flushed face and smiled: "There are words, true Taoist words."
Ju Yunxiu was curious: "Oh? Write it and see."
Qin Yi swaggered and walked the dragon and snake: "The sky is full of spring and the mountains show a thousand piles of clouds. The clouds gather rain and converge, the Xiaoqing smoke is light, and the blue sky lies on the pillow. Gao Yiyi, hold her arms and release her sleep."
"..." Ju Yunxiu looked more and more red, and said: "Are you sure you wrote this fairy cave?"
"Why not? This wasn't written by me. It was written by a real person named Changchun."
"No matter what kind of ethics, the taste from your writing is very strange!"
"I'm not pure, Sister." Qin Yi blinked, put down the brush and whispered in his ear: "What kind of cloud is it?"
Ju Yunxiu leaned back, Qin Yi continued to press on, and unknowingly lay down on the edge of the lake.
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