I Can See Probability

Anyway, my two spirit lines are both of the wood attribute, so they shouldn't interfere with each other.

With an itch in his heart, he couldn't help but took out another small piece of spirit stone to absorb and nourish the second spirit thread.

With the nourishment of the spirit stone, the second line was like blowing up a balloon. It quickly grew in height, and it didn't take long for it to rise to 50 centimeters.

He spent two small pieces of spirit stones before and after, and one spirit stone can be divided into four small pieces. Of the seven spirit stones he had obtained in Zhongming Mountain back then, only the last one remained.

If the aristocratic family found out about his extravagance, they would have to criticize him as a prodigal.

But things that come too easily are always not cherished too much.

Although Chen Jing knew that spirit stones were very precious and rare, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart.

In the dantian, there are green lines on the left and right sides, one blue and one soft blue. It was as if there were two bamboo leaf green snakes entrenched.

Chen Jing tried to use any of the spiritual lines, but there was no hindrance, and even the transition between them was quite smooth.

Uncle Wen Yan said that there would be contradictions in different exercises, but I didn't feel any contradictions when I used it.

Seeing that it was getting late, he hurried to find Song Yuchen.

When it gets dark, the manor will automatically turn on the lights.

It can illuminate the front and back as if it were daytime.

When Chen Jing found Song Yuchen by the small bamboo forest, she had just finished work. I drew a large ink painting more than two meters long.

Under the light, Song Yuchen's skin was as fair as snow, and her concentration was particularly charming.

It's so beautiful. Chen Jing boasted with a pun.

Ah, before I knew it, it was getting dark. Ah Jing, do you think it will rain tonight? Song Yuchen asked him with a smile, two dimples appeared on Bai Nen's face.

Probably not. Chen Jing looked at the sky.

Since you can't, then don't take these things. I will continue to draw tomorrow, and I am going to draw a long picture like the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival.

OK.

To say what is love,

That's it, obviously.

Song Yuchen's love for painting is the same as a man's love for playing games. He doesn't feel tired after sitting in front of the computer all day.

After taking her back to her room, she took a shower first, and then walked out of the bathroom wearing a white silk nightgown and pink rabbit slippers.

Everyone said that a beauty looks the best when she is out of the bath. When Chen Jing saw her at this moment, he had to admit that this was true.

In the first few days, she would not appear in front of Chen Jing in such a dress. At least you will wear a base coat and leggings inside.

But in the past two days, the weather should have gotten hotter and hotter, and the two have been living together, and the sense of intimacy has been upgraded again, without so much shyness or defensiveness.

So, today, she didn't wear a base layer, just a silk nightdress.

Under the thin fabric, the curvy figure is almost exposed.

Chen Jing's eyes straightened.

But he quickly looked away, didn't dare to look any further, and brought up serious matters with her.

When the Sutra of Inaction was placed in front of her, she covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, with a dull expression on her face: Ah Jing, are you kidding, this scripture is thicker than a dictionary, how do you practice it?

This is a whole book, and I don't want you to memorize it all. It should be divided into sections, so you should first practice according to the method of breathing and breathing. It is a bit thick, but this Inaction Sutra comes from Very authentic Taoist classics, at least not going astray.

OK then.

Song Yuchen climbed onto the bed, barefooted, and stood up cross-legged.

She is obviously a 26-year-old young lady, but most of the time, she gives people the youthful and pleasant feeling of a young girl in her prime.

Chen Jing sat on the sofa, just opposite her.

When she just sat down, the knee-length nightgown was slightly opened because of her movements.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a touch of pink peach blossoms, which caught Chen Jing's eyes.

In a daze, he stayed for 3 seconds, then turned his head blushing.

Ah Jing, come here, I don't know some words, please translate for me.

Oh.

Chen Jing walked over and sat down beside her.

Then she pointed to some complicated ancient traditional Chinese characters on the Wuwei Jing and asked Chen Jing to explain them one by one.

The lingering pink in Chen Jing's mind was like losing his mind when he explained it, absent-minded.

The most important thing was that Song Yuchen was sitting on the bed, his fair calves, even the half of his thighs were exposed in the air, close in front of his eyes.

Also, after Song Yuchen took a bath, the fragrance emanating from his body continuously attracted his sense of smell.

Involuntarily, he thought of Song Yinbo.

He quickly hugged a pillow and covered it up.

Ah Jing, what's the matter with you? Song Yuchen may have sensed that something was wrong with Chen Jing, and asked.

No...it's nothing. Chen Jing shook his head quickly.

Song Yuchen looked at him, with a flowery smile on his delicate oval face: Why is your face so red all of a sudden?

Ah? Is it red? Chen Jing touched it, and it wasn't just red, it was scalding hot.

It's... a bit hot. He concealed it.

Hot? It seems to be a little bit, then let's lower the temperature. She turned around and climbed to the bedside table to press the remote control.

In this way, she is in a kneeling posture.

Looking at it from Chen Jing's perspective, that curve, that figure...

God!

He felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling: 'Is this the lethality of beauty? How can I live tonight! '

He quickly turned his head, not daring to look any further.

ah!

Song Yuchen suddenly exclaimed, and patted the remote control on the wall: Ah Jing, it's over, I pressed too many times.

What are you pressing too much? Chen Jing looked at it, and it turned out that she had pressed the temperature too much.

It became 16 degrees!

Although it is a bit hot in June, it is generally comfortable at home at 24 degrees.

16 degrees, it is definitely cold enough to make people shiver.

Isn't it good to adjust it up? Chen Jing said, trying not to look at the curve behind her.

It's broken, the buttons don't work. She said, and tapped the remote control on the wall again.

It may be because the house has not been lived in for a long time, and the electrical appliances are rarely used, so it is not surprising that there are some problems with electronic products.

She stuck out her tongue cutely, and smiled apologetically: What should we do? The two of us are going to die of cold tonight.

Forehead……

Chen Jing wanted to say, what's the matter, there are a lot of bedrooms in this village, if you don't sleep here, just change to another room?

But Song Yuchen's next sentence made him stop it abruptly.

With such a low temperature, you will definitely not be able to sleep on the sofa tonight. Otherwise, you can also sleep on the bed. Anyway, the bed is quite big, um, half of us.

As she spoke, she took a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed, which was considered a boundary.

Okay...Okay. Chen Jing replied a little dryly, but also a little excited and apprehensive.