Although he grinned his teeth and endured the pain in his feet, his eyes were straight to her chest and looked at her waist, and his naked desires were unconcealed.

While looking at it, he disliked: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, it seems like bean sprouts, and if you want nothing butt, why are you pretending..."

A gust of wind suddenly spun in the air, and a dead branch was swept into Liu Lianggui's mouth with a "splash". The sharp fork on the dead branch shaved a long blood mark on half of his face.

Liu Lianggui's scream was mixed with Liu Wang's exclamation: "Oh, my son, where does the evil wind come from? It's so unlucky..."

Liu Wangshi happened to push the door and see this scene. She ran over and held Liu Lianggui's arm in one trembling step, pulled him to the small dock at the door of the house to sit down to check. She turned around and scolded Cuihua: "You are so dead, I don't know how to help you block it. Look, your brother's face is scratched. I think you did it for your intention!"

She still bent down and twisted her clothes to dry her clothes, thinking proudly that the heat today was just right, and the wounds she hung were not biased, neither deep nor shallow, and were simply perfect!

This time, Liu Lianggui didn't speak for her, looked at her with his eyes squinted, and was still angry that she wouldn't let her kiss, but he didn't say that she had stepped on his feet.

As she got older, Liu Lianggui's eyes became more and more explicit in his eyes. Sooner or later, Liu Wang would strip her naked and send it to his son's bed.

She sighed softly, it was time to leave.

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The spring night wind is gently sent through the window and blows on my face like my mother's gentle scent. The wind is mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of grass, and there is also a faint fragrance of confusing orchids that ordinary people cannot perceive from the mountain.

In the quiet night, she opened her eyes. In the dark night, those eyes were as bright and dazzling as stars in the sky, and as clear as a lake. The eyes were a little pleasant, agile and clean, far from the dullness of the day.

She stretched out a hand from the quilt, and her index finger turned half a curve, as if something was raised in the air. Then a light, almost invisible purple transparent gas surrounds her index finger and is pulled into Liu Qiaoling's nostrils.

The Liu family has three dirt houses, and she and Liu Qiaoling sleep together on a bed made of wooden boards.

Liu Qiaoling's breathing became heavier and even made a small snoring sound.

She lifted the quilt and got up, put her clothes on her body one by one in the dark, and quietly walked out of the inner door.

Liu Lianggui usually puts on the floor in the same room and puts it away when he doesn't sleep during the day.

The Liu family is not very tight, but Liu Wang is a stone rooster. With only these three adobe houses, he can only live in this way.

She stood at the door, formed an orchid with one hand, then gently tied her index finger, and two strands of purple air floated out along her fingertips, one strand drilled into Liu Lianggui's nostrils, and the other strand floated into the room in the east room.

After waiting for a while, Dongjian and the people in the middle made a slow and heavy breathing sound after they fell asleep. She gently pulled out the door bolt, opened the door and walked out.

The mountain village at midnight was as quiet as if she was the only one left in the world. The night was vast and the earth was shrouded in the earth, and there were only a few stars in the sky, with a faint light shining on top of the head.

She walked on the sheep path, with occasional murmurings from insects in the quiet mountains and fields. The grass tried hard to stretch its branches and stretch its body. The wild flowers bloomed little by little, and the dewdrops hanging from the petals suddenly penetrated into the soil.

She smiled and spread her arms, she jumped and ran among the grass and trees in the mountains, the wind passed by her ears, making a low murmur. She heard the sound of the grass and trees shaking, the breathing of the mountains, and the whispers of the stream...

All creatures in the mountains woke up and thrilled with her steps.

She has walked this road for thousands of times, and she can still touch the place even with her eyes closed.

I went up the rugged path and went up the mountain. There was a simple house made of stones halfway up the mountain.

She didn't knock on the door, and an old voice suddenly came from the room: "Mingguang is here, come in!"

A dim oil lamp was lit in the room. Under the oil lamp, an old man with his eyes closed and orange-skinned face turned white. He tied a small bun on his head and a bone stalk was inserted. His clothes were torn and he couldn't see the original color. He was hunched over, spreading his hands flat on his knees, and sat cross-legged on the mat.

His body was still moving, as if he had been sitting like this for a long time and would continue to sit like this.

There is a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a stool in front of the table.

She took out a mat and sat down side by side with her master, saying, "Master, are you still learning the spiritual sutra today?"

Her voice was soft and she seemed to have no opinion when she spoke, as if she was acting coquettishly with someone.

The master opened his eyes, and his eyes were as heavy as the night, as if he had hidden the ancient times, making people unable to see the other side.

His posture still did not change. He just turned his head slowly, and a hand brushed through the air. A row of neat small words flashed with golden light suddenly floated out in the dim and unclear light.

"You will remember the tenth volume of the Spiritual Sutra today and you will finish learning all the scriptures." Master said slowly in his old voice.

She said "um" and couldn't help but feel a little excited. It's been eight years since she finally got to finish what she should learn!

Restraining his jumping mood, he hurriedly focused on the handwriting. As she recited silently, the golden light gradually faded away and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Everything that should be taught has been taught to you, and it is time for your teacher to leave." The master looked out the window and said lightly.

She suddenly stretched out her eyes and looked at her master in shock, panic and randomly looking for excuses: "But, but my disciple feels that she is not familiar enough."

She would not misunderstand how to leave "leave". Although she had already known that there was such a day, she did not expect it to be today.

The master looked at her, saw her reluctant mood clearly, and slowly shook his head, "Master led you into this door. How to improve in the future still needs to be slowly realized by yourself. Gathering and dispersing are all cause and effect. When fate comes, it will gather, and when fate ends, it will disperse. Bright light, the fate of you and my master and disciple is over!"

She lowered her head, and the sadness in her heart gradually arose and spread all the way upwards.

She forced herself to suppress the sadness, and the master didn't like her emotionally abundant.

"Does your disciple still have a day to see your master?" Her voice was muffled.

The master stretched out an old tree bark hand and touched her hair, sighing softly: "I have found you in the vast sea of ​​people and fulfilled my destiny. From now on, I will disappear from the world. My teacher will no longer exist, and my teacher will be everywhere."

Her heart fell down, and her hands clenched in her sleeves gradually tightened, and she said in a crying voice: "You masters always speak incomprehensible people."

But the master knew she could understand.

The master withdrew his hand, his expression gradually became serious and solemn, and his tone turned sharp: "You must remember that you must not harm innocent people with extraordinary skills, otherwise you will be retaliated against by living beings!"
Chapter completed!