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The eyesight of martial arts practitioners is several times higher than that of ordinary people, and because of this, even though the halo in the room is dim, Qing Ji can clearly see Dongfang Bubai who is getting closer and closer to him. .

Qingji didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he closed his lips, watching the distance between himself and Dongfang Bubai shrink as Dongfang Bubai approached, until the distance between their faces was only a palm palm away.

In the past two days, Dongfang Bubai has been following him. It is not that he and Dongfang Bubai have looked at each other so closely, but no matter how many times such things have happened, Qingji still can't adapt to this, which is completely beyond what a person should have. safe distance.

The faint fragrance of Dongfang Bubai's body flooded into his nose again, and the shallow breathing sound was transmitted to his eardrums very clearly.

The Buddhist scriptures that I had been chanting in my heart suddenly stopped rhythm at this moment, and images that had nothing to do with Buddha began to appear in my mind uncontrollably.

Qingji frowned, he looked away, and wanted to get up and walk back, but Fu Zhenhong, who saw his intention, pressed Qingji's shoulders with both hands first, preventing him from getting up.

"Monk, are you nervous?" Fu Zhenhong asked.

Qing Ji heard the words, but answered the question irrelevantly: "The poor monk only hopes that there will be no interference with the Eastern Hierarch."

"Non-interference?" Fu Zhenhong repeated, then shook her head lightly and said, "That's not acceptable." After he finished speaking, his palms began to move, and then he directly held Qingji's cheeks with both hands.

Qing Ji's body trembled slightly, the softness of her cheeks was another person's, and the delicate temperature was also another person's.Qingji couldn't help but clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand, he raised his hand, wanting to stroke Fu Zhenhong's hand on his cheek.

Naturally, Fu Zhenhong would not let him do what he wanted, "Don't move." After a pause for half a second, Fu Zhenhong continued: "Monk, if you move around again, I will kiss you."

Fu Zhenhong's words were obviously meant to be a joke, and the teasing in her tone was obvious, but even knowing that Fu Zhenhong said it on purpose, Qing Ji still stiffened instantly because of this sentence.

His originally steady heartbeat suddenly accelerated for a moment at this moment, and there was a trace of hotness in his ears.

Fu Zhenhong has been observing Qingji, and naturally noticed these subtle changes in Qingji, he straightened Qingji's face, facing himself, and then tapped the tip of Qingji's nose lightly, "Monk, you are shy. "

Fu Zhenhong used declarative sentences.

After he uttered these words, the heat in Qingji's ears began to spread. At this moment, even Qingji herself couldn't tell whether she was more annoyed by being offended by Dongfang Bubai, or whether she was hit by the words. There is more embarrassment in my heart after the incident.

Logically speaking, as a Shaolin disciple, he shouldn't be influenced by the outside world, but Dongfang Bubai approached him again and again, disturbing his peaceful mind.

This is not a good thing.

But Qingji also realized that maybe deep down in his heart, he actually acquiesced.Otherwise, from the very beginning, from the Nanxian Lantern Festival, he and Dongfang Bubai would not have been involved.

What the Buddhists should do is to generate a pure mind, not to live in the form of the mind, and not to live in the sound and fragrance to touch the Dharma to generate the mind, but to have the mind without dwelling.These Buddhist and Zen words that he had kept firmly in his heart in the past seemed no longer as firm as they used to be.

"Monk, what are you thinking?" Seeing that Qingji was silent, Fu Zhenhong asked casually.After asking, he lightly tapped the tip of Qingji's nose with his fingertips.

Qingji's nose is very delicate, with a straight bridge and a delicate nose tip, every time Fu Zhenhong touches it lightly, Qingji will tremble slightly.

"Eastern Hierarch..." Qing Ji raised her eyes and looked directly into Fu Zhen's red eyes, "It's late at night, what the Eastern Hierarch should do is to rest, not embarrass the poor monk."

"Aren't you resting?" Fu Zhenhong asked.

Qingji heard the words, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together, "The poor monk is a monk, and meditation is also a rest, and it is also a merit."

Fu Zhenhong sneered, and slid his fingers all the way back along the side of Qingji's face. As he walked behind Qingji, his hand also slid to Qingji's back.

"You Shaolin has many rules." Fu Zhenhong said, rubbing Qingji's back.Through a layer of clothing, Fu Zhenhong's fingertips slowly rubbed along Qingji's back from top to bottom.

Fu Zhenhong's movements were very light, but in the room where only he and Qingji were present, both the voice and the movements seemed to be amplified several times.

Qing Ji could feel the moving hand on his back, and a strange itching suddenly rose up, and the strange feeling of numbness made him tense his body, and his lips were also closed straight.

Qing Ji couldn't figure out Dongfang Bubai's attitude, when he felt that Dongfang Bubai was trying to seduce and bewitch him, he found that there was no seductive intent in Dongfang Bubai's eyes.However, when he felt that Dongfang Bubai was just playing or teasing him, the other party's attitude showed a kind of purity without any bad intentions for no reason.

Dongfang Bubai's casualness made him tied up.

This feeling was something he had never experienced in the past twenty years.

When he felt Dongfang Bubai's hand move to his lower back, Qingji finally couldn't sit still, he stood up neatly, and at the same time, grabbed Fu Zhenhong's wrist with his backhand.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids and looked at Qingji.

Qing Ji also stared at Fu Zhenhong, and then her grip on Fu Zhenhong's wrist became heavier and heavier.Naturally, Fu Zhenhong couldn't let Qingji crush his bones, so he struck Qingji with his other hand.

The two fought again, this time Qing Ji was no longer like in the daytime, he was basically just defending, and he started to take the initiative to attack.

Qingji learned from Shaolin, and Shaolin is famous for having many martial arts cheats. As a member of the guardian of the hidden golden pavilion, Qingji's martial arts are naturally good.

But to Fu Zhenhong's surprise, Qingji's martial arts moves were not at all Shaolin's to-the-point style. Instead, every move was very fierce, without any sloppiness, and the moves were aggressive, quite unique. A feeling of blood sealing the throat.

This attack method is completely different from the tranquility that Qingji gives people, which reminds Fu Zhenhong of the calmness and indifference in Qingji's eyes when facing many corpses in the martial arts conference.

At this moment, because it was already late, Yang'er and his son in the other room had already fallen asleep. Although Fu Zhenhong and Qingji were fighting, they tacitly controlled their strength and direction deliberately, and did not touch the surrounding people. The furnishings were so loud that the sleeping father and son were woken up.

Fu Zhenhong didn't use all her strength, and Qing Ji also didn't use her full attack power. The two fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, from the middle of the room to the door, and then from the door to the edge of the bed.

After Fu Zhenhong retreated to avoid Qing Ji's palm wind attack, his heels touched the edge of the bed.Qing Ji didn't pay attention to Fu Zhenhong's back, and continued to attack.

Fu Zhenhong smiled suddenly, and bent back to avoid Qingji's attack again. At the same time, he turned his wrist quickly, grabbed Qingji's arm in an instant, and then slammed Qingji towards him in the next second. pull.

When Qingji fell backwards due to the sudden force, Fu Zhenhong turned over and switched her position with Qingji's.

Qingji's reaction was also very quick. One second before his face was about to touch the mattress, he turned his body, only heard a "bang", and finally his back touched the mattress, making a muffled sound.

Qingji's eyebrows turned cold, and he wanted to get up, but Fu Zhenhong pushed him down, and Fu Zhenhong just sat on Qingji's waist.

His hands pressed Qingji's, and before Qingji was about to kick him, Fu Zhenhong bent down and kissed Qingji's forehead.

The kiss was split at the touch of a touch, like a superficial touch.

However, Qingji froze for an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, he forgot to resist, and just stared at Fu Zhenhong in a daze.

The place on the forehead that had been kissed started to feel hot, Qing Ji's heart beat out of rhythm, and began to thump wildly.

He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, there was only one sound: "...you..."

"Me what?" Fu Zhenhong deliberately asked back, and then pressed Qingji's hands instead of pressing them with palms, and then inserted her fingers between Qingji's fingers, turning into a five-fingered hand-holding.

At this moment, whether it's the posture of Fu Zhenhong sitting on Qingji's waist, the hands they clasped, or the kiss just now, they are all actions that only intimate partners would do.

But now, Fu Zhenhong and Qingji, one is a big devil who everyone can punish, and the other is a respected Shaolin eminent monk, yet they have such inappropriate intimacy.

Qingji's mind began to heat up, and her usual calmness became ineffective under this situation.

Fu Zhenhong admired Qing Ji's embarrassment, because he bent down, his hair also fell down, and the ink-like dark hair tail swept Qing Ji's face, adding a bit of itching.

Qingji's eyelashes moved, and he clearly saw himself reflected in Dongfang Bubai's eyes. At this moment, Qingji had an illusion, as if he had become a prey, and Dongfang Bubai was his hunter.

Qingji's heart is actually very contradictory. When Dongfang Bubai noticed him during the martial arts conference, he felt a subtle and obvious loss in his heart.

But now, Dongfang Bubai had noticed him, not only that, but also followed him, and was so close to him, which made Qingji panic like never before.He was afraid that he would be attracted by Dongfang Bubai, thus forgetting his original intention of becoming a Buddhist monk.

In the final analysis, it was because of the thing he saw when he was in the Sutra Pavilion.If he hadn't seen it, Dongfang Bubai was just the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect.

"Monk, you are shaking." Fu Zhenhong said in a cheerful tone, then moved her face to Qingji, then put her lips next to Qingji's ears, and said softly: "...Qingji..."

This was the first time Fu Zhenhong called Qing Ji's name, there seemed to be a sultry lingering in her low and slow voice, like an intimate murmur between lovers.

Due to the angle, Qing Ji couldn't see Dongfang Bubai's expression at this time, let alone judge the other party's state of mind.He took a deep breath, "Dongfang Bubai, what exactly do you want from me?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her face when she heard the words, and slowly said a word: "You."

After saying that, without waiting for Qingji to respond, he kissed Qingji's lips directly.