Refinement, masculinity

Meng Ling's face turned pale, and it felt like something was filling the muscles, blood vessels, and meridians of the whole body, squeezing into every cell fiercely, and screaming loudly.

There were not many people in the courtyard, and all of them changed their colors at this moment. They all stared at him, and felt an extremely domineering aura continuously overflowing from him, and the pressure around him instantly soared. Although it was not unbearable, but with him At this age, it is quite frightening.

Several lights of different colors quickly flashed over the small courtyard, and the light dissipated. The Duan family members jumped off the magic weapon one after another, apparently sensing the aura and came to check it out. They looked at the people on the stone bench with disbelief. expression.

Meng Ling frowned tightly, and did not open his eyes, but his consciousness was extremely clear. Not only were the dignified, shocked, or worried expressions on everyone's faces, but he could also clearly feel the grass being blown by the wind in the yard, but he had no time. Considering these, the sudden sharp pain swept across his body, making him feel that he might die from the pain in the next moment. He couldn't help but bend down, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then his body went limp, and he fell to the side.

"Daughter-in-law!" Duan Cheng has quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch him. Soon, his chest felt tight due to the pressure around him. He seemed unaware of it, and still held his hand stubbornly, "Daughter-in-law!"

Meng Ling took a few breaths and felt much more comfortable. He slowly opened his eyes, met Shang Duancheng's worried gaze, and shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine.

The domineering aura gradually disappeared, and Duan Cheng's complexion improved a lot. He exhaled slowly, and reached out to wipe off the cold sweat on his daughter-in-law's forehead. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, the daughter-in-law seemed to have been washed by sweat. His eyes sank: "What do you think?"

"Very good." Meng Ling sat on the stone bench again, feeling comfortable all over. His voice was as indifferent as ever, obviously not affected in the slightest. If it wasn't for the blood still on the ground, he would almost have thought the severe pain was an illusion. .

Duan Cheng squatted beside him, repeatedly confirmed that he was fine before letting him go, let him sit and rest, and then ran to his grandfather to ask what was going on.

The members of the Duan family also saw that Meng Ling was fine. Seeing Duan Cheng approaching, they immediately surrounded him with red eyes and trembling voices: "Didn't you say your wife is weak?!"

Duan Cheng nodded blankly: "It's just weak, what's the matter?"

"This is called weak?!" Everyone grabbed him and shook him back and forth, "My child, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? How can this be called weak?!"

"Are you referring to the aura just now?" Duan Cheng didn't understand why their reaction was so strong, and explained patiently, "That's because my daughter-in-law has a magic weapon in her body."

Everyone looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

Duan Cheng has taken a fancy to Meng Ling, it has nothing to do with whether he is strong or weak, he hasn't caught up with him yet, obviously he can't understand that many married people are misunderstood by the outside world as having impure motives for marrying a daughter-in-law, and urgently need the Duan family to produce a weak daughter-in-law This proves that their family's family precepts do not have the rule of marrying a strong wife, and they are all in the mood of true love.

He blinked, with a confused expression, and pointed out: "If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

Everyone felt that it made sense, so they left him to surround Meng Ling, probed him, and found that there was still that meager spiritual energy, so they were relieved, and they were filled with emotion for a moment, it's good that their delicate Xiao Ling is still there, They just said, how can the daughter-in-law who married into the door be so tough, this is too fucking ridiculous.

Meng Ling was surrounded by crowds suddenly, and when he saw the gratified eyes of the crowd on him again, he was immediately puzzled, asked a few simple questions, and soon got the answer, and was immediately speechless.

In just a few seconds, everyone tasted the feeling of regaining what was lost, and they did not leave immediately, but still circled around him, which was extremely precious.

Meng Ling had had enough, and said indifferently, "You guys can't prove it."

Everyone couldn't help but startled.

"By generalizing, do you think others will believe it?" Meng Ling pointed at Duan Cheng, "Make a hypothesis, if I really marry him, people outside will think that he will go against the Duan family's family precepts for the sake of love. Stop marrying me, this will only show that we are true love, but you are not, and even if you jump into the Yellow River, you will not be able to wash away."

Everyone was enlightened in an instant, and they all fell silent.

Meng Ling looked at them with "you are so stupid and naive", and asked slowly: "Now...do you still think it is a good thing for him to marry a weak wife?"

Everyone: "..."

众人默默看他一眼，接着看向段城，发现后者正挂着一脸“我们是真爱”的傻笑，顿时不爽，把他按在地上狠狠揍了一顿，知道段家的男人是死In their hearts, what they see will not change, so Meng Ling will enter the door sooner or later, and it will be useless to really jump into the Yellow River. They swallowed a mouthful of blood silently, and walked away trembling.

Uncle Yi has been watching from the side, nodding secretly, as expected of the daughter-in-law of the Duan family, it's really domineering to blow everyone who is powerful outside like this with a few words.

Duan Cheng groaned and got up from the ground, ran to his wife, took out the medicine from the storage bag, and looked at him with teary eyes.

Meng Ling was silent for a moment. Seeing how pitiful his eyes were and how miserable he looked, he thought of how he rushed over desperately when he had an accident just now, so he didn't refuse, and took the medicine: "Can you still take the magic weapon?"

Duan Cheng shook his head: "Something went wrong, so I can't take it out for now."

Meng Ling frowned subconsciously, so he gave up and got up: "Let's go, go back and apply the medicine."

Duan Cheng had no objection, bid farewell to his grandfather, stretched out his paws to grab his daughter-in-law, and went back to his small courtyard wagging his tail with a happy face.

Grandpa Duan watched them go away and stood still. Seeing his serious expression, Grandma Duan couldn't help stepping forward: "Are you all right? What magic weapon is that?"

"do not know."

After all, Grandma Duan knew him well, she glanced at him, and quickly found the key point: "Is that aura really a magic weapon?"

Grandpa Duan shook his head. Everyone thought that the accident just now was due to the magic weapon. Only he knew that there were two fluctuations in Meng Ling's body.

He replied in a low voice, "That's what he brought himself."

Grandma Duan recalled that domineering aura, and then thought about Meng Ling's age, even though she had seen so many storms, she couldn't help but change her color.

Duan Cheng took his daughter-in-law back to the small courtyard, each took a shower, then rubbed past wearing only a pair of underwear, knowingly asked: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"..." Meng Ling took a deep breath and decided to endure it. He opened the bottle and applied the ointment to him. The ointment worked well, and the swelling subsided within a short while after application. He couldn't help but secretly marveled at himself.

Duan Cheng stared at him from a close distance, his eyes a little dark, his grandfather told him that there was a seal in his wife's body, so the magic weapon could not be taken out, and this seal... Grandpa couldn't solve it.

Who on earth and for what purpose sealed something in the daughter-in-law's body?Is this thing dangerous to my daughter-in-law?If that person comes to the door to take it out forcibly in the future, will the life of the daughter-in-law be threatened?

Meng Ling noticed his gaze and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Duan Cheng stretched out his thumb to caress his face slowly, leaned over and kissed him, his eyes were deep: "It's nothing."

Meng Ling looked at him again and continued to work. He could guess that it was related to him, but since Duan Cheng decided not to speak, it was useless for him to ask.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, Duan Cheng looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "Daughter-in-law."

Meng Ling thought that this person had figured it out and wanted to tell him, so he subconsciously hummed and raised his head, regardless of the question.

Duan Cheng was full of anticipation: "I'm in good shape, right?"

Meng Ling: "..."

"Isn't it bad? When you look at me, do you have an urge to have sex with me? Daughter-in-law?"

Meng Ling threw the medicine on his face, got up and left, leaving him to fend for himself.

Duan Cheng was suddenly sad, dryly wiped off the medicine, put on his clothes and rushed towards him, getting tired of eating a couple of bites of tofu occasionally by his side, and quickly passed the day.

Tonight is the [-]th day, the moonlight is full, and it shines into the room, emitting a silvery light. Duan Cheng touched his wife's face, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and was about to meditate. He had to become stronger as soon as possible, so as to protect her. Good wife.

Meng Ling didn't feel sleepy at all, so he opened his eyes and looked at him: "Where are you going?"

Duan Cheng was startled: "Are you asleep?"

"Ah."

Duan Cheng thought for a while, and felt that he didn't care about this moment, so he pulled him up: "Go, I'll take you out without changing clothes."

Meng Ling was a little surprised, but got up obediently and followed him to the courtyard.

Duan Cheng pulled out a blanket, took him up into the sky, took out a storage bag for snacks, and handed him a bottle of drink: "Here."

At this moment, the bright moon is shining in the sky, and the stars are full of stars. Looking up, you can see the neon lights of the whole city. It is very beautiful. There is a smile in Meng Ling's eyes, and he stretches out his hand to take it: "You will enjoy it."

"Of course." Duan Cheng sat opposite him, poured out all the snacks, unscrewed the drink, "Just live in this world and be happy."

Meng Ling was noncommittal, took a deep breath, felt in a good mood, and asked, "What were you going to do just now?"

"Meditate."

Meng Ling was surprised: "Cultivation?"

Duan Cheng hummed, and paused slightly: "Why don't you get up early tomorrow and meditate with me, anyway, you have to learn sooner or later."

Meng Ling had no objection and nodded.

Duan Cheng stared at him, and suddenly asked: "Daughter-in-law, what do you think is cultivation? What are you cultivating for?"

Meng Ling was startled, and blurted out without thinking: "Become stronger."

With such a skill, he can only become stronger, otherwise he will die.

"What about after becoming stronger?"

Meng Ling was startled again and fell silent.

"Is there anything you like or want to do?"

"No," Meng Ling replied. Since he woke up, all he thought about was how to get a body and how to get rid of hypocrites. Now that he succeeded, he must become stronger before he could survive. As for other things, he really didn't think about it. He was silent for a moment, " What is cultivation?"

"Remove the false and keep the true, and cultivate your state of mind in the process of pursuing the truth, so as to know yourself, understand yourself, and finally achieve the sublimation of your soul."

Meng Ling asked, "A thinker who will live a long time?"

"...you can think so."

Meng Ling hadn't thought about this kind of question, so he thought about it from the standpoint of an outsider, and couldn't help asking: "Why do I think monks are after longevity? Why do they want longevity? Oh, I didn't say longevity is bad, It’s just that monks are constantly cultivating, prolonging life, cultivating, prolonging life... spending countless time and energy doing meaningless mechanical movements, what can they get in the past? Is it meaningful?”

Duan Cheng looked at him appreciatively: "This is what many monks pursue, and after a long time, they will become lunatics who are afraid of death."

"What are you after?" Meng Ling was curious, "Do you think Xiuzhen is against the sky or in the sky?"

"It depends on what you think, some people think that the unity of man and nature is the right way, that is to follow the sky, some people think that the world treats all things as dogs, and longevity breaks the laws of nature, that is against the sky, me," Duan Cheng smiled, " I don't even think that my family has followed my own wishes since I was a child, and I practiced for this."

Meng Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Daughter-in-law, you know that there are too many unsatisfactory things in life, why are you unsatisfactory? Because there are too many shackles, people can't escape this secular world," Duan Cheng looked at him, "I practice to break These shackles—whatever you want."

Meng Ling's heart trembled, as if he caught something at that moment, it disappeared soon after.

"It's okay to become stronger, but if you only cultivate for this, sooner or later you will be born with demons." Duan Cheng stretched out his hand, touched his daughter-in-law's face, his eyes were focused, "Think about it carefully."

Meng Ling stared at him, only to feel that this man was more handsome than before under the moonlight, his eyes were deep, with a kind of reassuring power, which made him feel quite reliable.

Seeing him staring at him for a long time without taking his eyes off, Duan Cheng became excited and couldn't help but want to pounce, but due to the sudden relaxation of spirit, the blanket immediately began to fall down, he groaned and hurriedly stabilized the magic weapon.

Meng Ling looked at the drink spilled on his body, and stretched out his hands to his forehead. The shit was reliable, it was all an illusion.

After that day, he got up early every day to practice with Duan Cheng. During this period, he would occasionally meet a few Duan family members to refresh his world view. In addition, he was generally okay. After a few days, it finally came to the start of school.

Duan's family members came to see him off, Qiqi looked at him and held back for a long time: "Study hard, the stronger the better."

"..." Meng Ling finally couldn't help but said, "If I say that we are not in that kind of relationship, would you believe me?"

Everyone didn't answer but instead asked: "You don't have enough confidence to say this, do you?"

Meng Ling: "..."