Chapter 304: Self-cultivation of actors!

Chen Xinglie turned and left, but was stopped by Zhao Yumeng.
"Chen Lang, we need a drop of Chen Lang's blood to refine the formation."
Zhao Yumeng raised his head, his brows seemed unbearable to hurt the man in front of him.
Blood?
Chen Xinglie's heart jumped, almost unable to conceal the surprise in his eyes. On the surface, he was still as calm as before. He stretched out his left hand and exposed his to Zhao Yumeng.
hiss!
The sword sounded through the air.
In the sleeves of Zhao Yumeng's sleeves, there was a faint red sword aura that swept across Chen Xinglie's fingers.
Sword Qi is called "Love Silk".
Not long ago, Zhao Yumeng followed Chen Xinglie to the Underground Wangling Temple, was molested by Chen Xinglie, and he was tempted to realize this sword art. This was the first time he had used it.
With the sword of love silk, cut to your lover...
As long as Zhao Yumeng thought about it, his complexion turned red, and he lowered his head gently, picked up the dragon scale scroll, and condensed the drop of blood that smashed the sword energy into thin blood streaks that were imperceptible to the naked eye. It was drawn on the dragon scale scroll. , Draw a layer of mysterious and mysterious lines.
Chen Xinglie recognizes those lines!
This is the extremely advanced method of "refining gods with essence and blood" in the Suzaku Nirvana Sutra. As long as you use this method to refine the precious treasures, you will only follow the owner of the drop of blood when the treasure is successfully refined. , There is a natural connection.
When this kind of secret treasure is used, it is like using one's own hands and feet.
Like an arm!
Desirable!
In the upper realm, those rare and rare treasures of the Purple Mansion will be incorporated into the Purple Mansion by those who use them before they are passed on to the world, and they can be cultivated for many years before they can exert their full powers.
Zhao Yumeng's refining method allows Zifu Qizhen to communicate with the soul without having to cultivate for several years.
This time, a lot of money!
Chen Xinglie didn't care about the pain in the fingers, and was about to say a few words, thanking Zhao Yumeng, but Zhao Yumeng held her palm, she directly put the finger cut by Jian Qi into her mouth and sucked gently.
This……
This is the most primitive method of hemostasis and disinfection.
"All right."
Zhao Yumeng removed Chen Xinglie's finger, took out a medicine bottle, sprinkled some powder on the wound, and then lowered his head to prevent Chen Xinglie from seeing her crimson and shy face, but ignored that the roots of his ears were already red.
"The most is the gentleness of this bowed head."
"Like a water lotus, shy like a cool breeze."
Chen Xinglie's tone was soft, and his heart was moved. He suddenly felt that sometimes, he was not a big boss, but a poet.
but.
Such modern poetry has never appeared in the martial arts world.
Zhao Yumeng raised his head suddenly, staring at Chen Xinglie, his eyes were like water and smoke was vast.
A beauty like Fairy Yumeng...
Such a soft and dreamy scene...
Who can stand it?
Chen Xinglie can't stand it either!
If it hadn’t been fooled to get to the entry method of "True Explanation of Washing the Sword in the World" and getting Zhao Yumeng’s true biography of this tactic, Chen Xinglie’s mood has become much more stable than before. The restless heart from the fire, already unable to bear it, rushed over.
Can't go!
Can't go!
Chen Xinglie secretly warned himself, but he was struggling.
The most intimate stage between this seat and Zhu Er is also limited to holding hands, far from reaching the final step.
The meal should be eaten bite by bite.
The relationship needs to develop step by step.
First hold hands, then hug, then kiss, step by step, don't mess around.
Zhu Erbing is clear and clean, extremely difficult to tear down!
She is definitely not the woman in her hometown who can let her go, just make a phone call, send a WeChat, and have a bowl of mala Tang.
Don't be arrogant!
If this seat really rushed forward, Zhu Er would definitely not be able to accept it, and it would be self-defeating at that time, but it would greatly reduce Zhu Er's favorability towards this seat.
This matter...
Never use it!
The most important thing is that at present, the foundation of martial arts is not stable, and it is far from reaching the state of fullness, especially the kidney qi, which has been lost too much by the soft rice king, and has not been made up...
After all, I have cultivated the spirit for so long, and seeing that the day of success is getting closer and closer, if I break the precept now, would it not be a waste of all previous efforts?
Why rush for a while?
You must wait until the day when the foundation is solid and your spirits are complete before you can do whatever you want!
Chen Xinglie silently recites the true meaning of swordsmanship in "The True Explanation of Earthly Washing Swords", suppressing the rush of thoughts in his heart.
Forbearance is calm for a while!
Take a step back and broaden the sky.
Chen Xinglie never knew what patience was.
The big demon is always a dragon and a tiger. No matter who he faces, he will go forward and cut it with one sword.
But this time.
However, Chen Xinglie held back forcibly, and said, "Zhu Er should not act too hastily about the refining of tools, but take a break."
"Ok."
Zhao Yumeng responded softly.
A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xinglie's mouth, and he turned and left.
Zhao Yumeng watched Chen Xinglie go away, but thought in his heart: "Chen Lang is really different. Other than him, when other men see me, their eyes will become very strange, but they will pretend to look like a gentleman. Only. Chen Lang, his eyes are as calm as the sea, and he is elegant..."
She didn't know.
Chen Xinglie's calm and free expression was not pretending at all.
That is acting!
Can the performance come the same as the pretend?
Zhao Yumeng didn't know that there was an academic book in the show business called "Actors' Self-cultivation".
Chen Xinglie has read it.
The morning sun rises.
Sunlight shining into the mansion, sprinkled on the red lanterns and the characters "囍", very eye-catching.
Fuzhong is preparing a wedding wine.
Marriage in court is one of the most important things in life, and it is even more precious to Qin Wannian, a non-functional eunuch.
People are refreshed in happy events.
Chen Xinglie ordered Qin Wannian to hold a wedding in the Chen Mansion, which made Qin Wannian feel a little airy.
Throughout the ages, who in the world can hold a wedding in the mansion of the gods?
This is the supreme glory of my father-in-law!
The mansion is busy.
"Where is Xiaomei?"
Chen Xinglie stood in the courtyard, looking around.
The demon fairy was following behind the heroes and heroes, helping out. Hearing Chen Xinglie's call, he ran over and said, "What is the master's order?"
"The Demon Ruins City of the Demon Race is an ancient ruins. Have you ever been to it?" Chen Xinglie turned to the north, staring into the depths of the sky under the colorful clouds of the sunrise.
Gu Huo Meimei replied: "I have been."
Chen Xinglie nodded slightly and asked, "What's your impression?"
Gu Huo Meimei said: "The Sky Demon Ruins City is the site of a certain demon saint in ancient times. It is breathtaking. Xiaomei feels that if we talk about the martial arts heritage that has been passed down in ancient times, there is no place in the entire martial arts world that can compare to the Tian Yaoxu City ."
"The frog at the bottom of the well." Chen Xinglie smiled coldly. He planned to take this free labor to throw his head and sprinkle blood in the Wangling Temple. He turned and walked outside the mansion, and said casually: "I will take you to open your eyes."
Gu Hu Meimei lowered her head to keep up.
As for where to go.
The demon did not dare to ask, nor did he dare to speak.