Ji Xiaopeng held the ointment in his hand, muttering on his lips and in his heart.
He saw many beautiful senior uncles and senior sisters, and when he saw his second uncle, they all blushed and were shy.
His second uncle is the fifth most handsome man on the list. He can make his beautiful sister blush even when he wears clothes. How come he loses his charm when he takes off his clothes?
"What's going on? Why don't you blush? Could it be that Uncle An is not a woman?" Ji Xiaopeng was very confused and stretched out his finger to poke his second uncle's lean and strong arm.
He heard the girls in the clan talking privately, saying that if he could sleep in the strong arms of the Second Young Master in this life, it would be worth dying.
His second uncle's arms were really that seductive?
If you really seduced the soul, why didn't you seduce Uncle An's soul?
Ji Yanjin stretched out his index finger first, poked the distracted nephew, and said loudly: "Uncle An, you are a woman, but you are not a spoiled woman."
Ji Xiaopeng was puzzled.
"Uncle An, your uncle, came here to fight and kill people. It's no surprise that he even saw dead people and mutilated bodies. In her eyes, my upper body is nothing more than a piece of wounded flesh."
Ji Xiaopeng pouted and said: "But the second uncle's face is not injured, and his face is good-looking. Uncle An is not very old. He is in his early twenties, which is Huaichun's age. Why doesn't he blush?"
"In your early twenties? How old is Huaichun?" Ji Yanjin smiled gently, "Who taught you these words?"
"Ancestor Lian Hao is religious." Ji Xiaopeng was generous and didn't hide anything. "Ancestor Lian Hao also said that any girl is not pregnant with spring. Beauties in their twenties like Uncle An are the most vivid."
Taste."
"Do you want to learn from your ancestor Lian Hao?"
Ji Yanjin's smile became gentler.
Ji Lianhao, that stinky boy who indulged in promiscuity and idleness, not only being dissolute himself, but also teaching the children of the bad clan, should really be locked up in a small dark room for a few more years and make more contributions.
Ji Xiaopeng was afraid of his second uncle's overly gentle smile, so he quickly shook his little fat head and said very wisely: "Our ancestor Lian Hao met a tragic end. If we don't learn from our ancestor Lian Hao, we should learn from our second uncle."
"Second Uncle Study"
An Qingli was sitting cross-legged in the next room, meditating.
Xiao Jintan raised her light golden eyebrows and joked: "Qingli, that Ji Er has a pretty good figure. He is thin, but has strong abdominal muscles, and a well-proportioned frame. Why is there no ripples at all?"
An Qingli said calmly: "As a doctor in my previous life, I was well-informed. How can I make any ripples with just my upper body?"
Xiao Jintan asked: "Are you really not that tiny?"
An Qingli pondered for a moment and then said: "A little bit."
The little Lingxi's eyes widened with light shining in them.
Then I heard An Qingli continue: "I just feel a little itchy in my hand. I want to find a needle and thread to sew up the wound tightly. But in this world of cultivation, no matter it is oral elixir or external application,
Plasters are very effective, but my medical skills are of little use."
Little Lingxi sighed in disappointment.
It was very lively outside the inn.
Several major sects have joined forces to eliminate rogue bandits, and safety has been guaranteed. The black market has been unexpectedly lively this year.
There were originally only four entrances and exits to the black market, southeast, northwest, and four more were temporarily added, making a total of eight entrances and exits.
Just the fee of ten yuan per person for high-grade spiritual stones made Huayan Sect make a lot of money.
When An Qingjin and Elder Jindan hurried over, the inn in the black market was full. Fortunately, An Qingli was there, so they temporarily squeezed into a room with An Qingli.
"Green fence!"
After not seeing each other for several years, the informal An Qingjin was obviously very excited. He gave An Qingli a big hug, and not long after, he took the initiative to let go.
An Qingli stood in front of An Qingjin, looked at the tall and strong young man carefully, raised his lips and said: "Congratulations to my cousin for recovering so well."
"Thanks to you Qingli!" An Qingjin said with a hearty smile, "After I recovered from my injury and returned to the sect, I successfully became a disciple of Elder Duoze and became his direct disciple. Master Duoze also has a single-gold spiritual root, which helped me in my cultivation.
It’s very beneficial.”
An Qingli raised his lips again: "Congratulations to my cousin on your double happiness."
Elder Jin Dan stood cross-legged and looked at the two provocative juniors of the An family with a smile.
"By the way, Qingli, what's going on?"
After the greetings were completed, An Qingjin pulled An Qingli to sit down and took out a painting from the storage ring.
The painting showed a woman, upright, elegant, and as graceful as flying. Although the painting only showed the side of the woman's face, her eyes were bright and gazing, touching people's hearts, and her eyes seemed to have been filled with stars.
"The stunning woman in this painting is you, Qingli?" An Qingjin handed the portrait to An Qingli.
"this"
An Qingli lowered his head and looked down, the corner of his mouth twitching. She was right, but the coloring and so on were too exaggerated. It didn't look like realism, but more like a deliberately beautified cartoon character.
When had she ever worn those cumbersome yet fairy-like gorgeous clothes?
An Qingli put away the painting and asked, "Where did my cousin get this painting?"
An Qingjin frowned and said: "As soon as I entered the city, someone thrust a card into my hand and said that if I could help find the person in the painting or tell me the identity of the person in the painting, I could go to the largest inn in the city to receive the reward.
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An Qingli was slightly displeased: "Who is so boring and shows half of my face everywhere."
An Qingjin pondered and said: "This painting took a lot of thought, is lifelike, and is shockingly beautiful. I'm afraid I am your admirer Qingli."
"Admirers?" An Qingli was also speechless, "After I entered this black market, I wore a curtain even when I left the room. There would be no admirers unless..."
An Qingli's face was filled with dark lines, and she suddenly remembered that when she first entered the black market, there was an unrecognizable rich man who murmured "fairy" to her.
Could it be that he showed his true face there and got the bad love?
An Qingli sighed and said: "What is the origin of the person who is searching for the portrait?"
An Qingjin shook his head: "I was in a hurry to meet you, so I didn't go to inquire. But I happened to pass by that big inn, and there was a big painting hanging at the door of the inn. It was an enlarged version of the painting in your hand. It was enough
It is nine feet high and attracts many people to stop and watch."
An Qingli rubbed his forehead: "Did anyone recognize me?"
An Qingjin's tone was uncertain: "There should be some. However, this painting is too exaggerated, and the beauty is a bit unreal. Outsiders may only think that it looks like you, but they are not sure that it is you."
After a pause, An Qingjin added: "Actually, there are still many people who think that the person who painted the painting is a fairy they met in a dream. In other words, the person in the painting only exists in dreams and does not exist in our cultivation world.
world, let alone this black market. Besides, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and some people feel that even if the woman in the painting really exists, her actual appearance is not as good as the woman in the painting."
"It's better to be like this. Having too much appearance is really not a good thing." An Qingli breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to get into love debt at such a young age.