Following the exercises taught by his father, Ximen Lang's mind was unified, and he soon felt the abundant internal force in his body, and gradually guided these internal forces into his Dantian.
This session of meditation exercise lasted a full night and ended early the next morning. Ximen Lang opened his eyes and felt that his whole body was full of strength. The original discomfort had disappeared and he was full of energy. However, he found that Wen Ziling was still sitting
On the chair, a pair of bright eyes looked at him without blinking, with a hint of tiredness on his charming face. He asked in surprise: "Why, you've been staying here all this time?"
Wen Ziling nodded slightly, "Well, I was afraid that something might happen to you again, so I kept watching you here."
Ximenlang was moved and said: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay. There's no need to be polite between us. Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you'd better lie down and rest for a while." Wen Ziling stood up, stepped forward lightly, held his shoulders and slowly lowered her head to him.
Cover yourself with the quilt. "Wait a minute, I'll go home and get you some food."
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."
There was a trace of displeasure on Wen Ziling's face, and she whispered: "Why are you always polite to me, as if you treat me as an outsider? If you continue like this, I will ignore you."
"That won't work." Ximen Lang reached out and held her soft, boneless jade hand, staring at her bright eyes, and said slightly naughtily: "If you ignore me, then I might as well die."
Wen Ziling smiled like a flower blooming, and said with a blush on her face: "It's not that serious. I'm just your friend. If I don't care about you, there will be others who care about you. Why should I die?"
"As for, very much... you are my best friend for life."
"Okay, I understand." Wen Ziling's charming face turned redder and more shy, and she whispered: "Then can you let go of my hand first?"
The serious injury healed, so that Ximen Lang was in a good mood, and his true nature as a prodigal was revealed unintentionally. He smiled and said, "Your hands are so soft and it feels so comfortable to hold, so I forgot to let go."
Wen Ziling became even more embarrassed, and said with a red face: "You are so bad..." She broke away from his hands in a panic, and said coquettishly: "You are not allowed to move around, just lie down and wait for me."
Ximen Lang nodded and said seriously: "Go, I promise like Sister Wen, who is kind-hearted and beautiful as a flower, I will not move an inch until you come back."
Wen Ziling said with a smile as bright as a flower: "You're so good, wait, I'll get you something to eat." She glanced at him with a slightly misty look in her eyes, turned around and walked out briskly.
The room became calm again. Ximen Lang looked at the ceiling covered with floral paper, feeling quite agitated. Suddenly, the scene where his father taught his brother some tricks appeared in Ximen Lang's mind. Sister Juan Juan,
Brother Haoyu, he, and five other children, Kexin and Keshuo, are only ten years old.
The son stood at the edge of the bed, everyone holding a copy of the Fa Jue and reading it. Dad sat on a chair with a cane in his hand and asked them to go over one by one to check whether they had written down the Fa Jue. Others.
The brothers and sisters recited it very seriously, but he was a little absent-minded.
The consequence of tinkering with Kexin's sister's pigtails was that everyone else passed the inspection by Dad and recited the "Hunyuan Gong" fluently, but only when he came here, he recited it with stumbling.
Thinking of the previous sentence and forgetting the next sentence, my father’s face immediately turned hard.
Qing mercilessly picked up the cane in his hand and beat him hard. He scolded him while beating him: "Those who are not motivated just know how to play. If you don't practice well, you will be beaten if you fall behind. Now I will beat you. If you
If you continue to be so ignorant and unskilled, anyone can beat you in the future..."
After a severe beating from his father, the young Ximenlang finally gained a memory and kept the "Hunyuan Gong" method in mind. Now that he thinks about it, his father's words are indeed true.
A wise saying goes, "If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an inescapable fact." Thanks to my father's barbaric education with sticks, I was able to keep this secret in my heart, and it comes in handy now.
Not long after, Wen Ziling walked in with a thermos bucket and put it on the low cabinet beside the bed. When she opened it, she found a steaming bucket of millet porridge with a fragrant fragrance, and five peeled boiled eggs in it. She thought about it.
After a while, he said: "You can't move your arms, so I'll feed you."
Of course, Ximen Lang was not happy to have this beautiful lady serving him. His mouth was as sweet as honey and he said: "Zi Ling, you are so kind-hearted. I feel that you are the best person in the world." Anyway, sweet words.
There is no need to spend any money, this guy is at your fingertips.
"Then sit up and lean on the bed."
Ximen Lang's starry eyes moved flexibly, and he pretended to stand up, but then he said "Ouch" and then frowned, peeking at the girl's reaction.
Wen Ziling asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?"
Ximenlang nodded and lied: "Well, it does hurt."
"Don't move, I'll help you..." Wen Ziling stepped forward, put her jade arms around his neck, and lifted him up.
Ximen Lang felt particularly comfortable in the gentle arms of the beautiful woman. He shamelessly leaned his shoulders on the towering mountain peaks of the purple rhinoceros, carefully experiencing your charming elasticity. Of course, he felt pleased with himself and sighed secretly.
,"Comfortable!"
Seeing that although he was sitting up, his position was wrong, Wen Ziling held him and moved him back, letting him lean on the head of the bed. Then he picked up the thermos bucket and scooped some millet porridge with a spoon. Because he was afraid it would be too hot, he lowered his head and blew it on the bed.
Out of breath, he stretched out his pink tongue and licked the rice porridge. When he felt that the temperature was just right, he handed it to Ximen Lang's mouth and said softly: "It's not hot anymore, feel free to eat."
Ximenlang opened his mouth and couldn't wait to swallow the rice porridge that had touched the tip of the beautiful lady's tongue. He felt that there was a strange sweet fragrance in the fragrance. He guessed that it was probably the fragrance of Ziling's tongue, which made him even more excited.
He was overjoyed.
A bucket of rice porridge and five eggs were all wiped out by Ximen Lang. He touched his bulging belly with his hand and said, "I'm so full, I'm a little overwhelmed."
Wen Ziling smiled and said: "It's okay, I won't hold you back. The gruel is very easy to digest and will be absorbed by you in a while."
Ximen Lang pondered for a moment and asked, "Zi Ling, is your father at home?"
"He's here, what can I do for you?"
Ximen Lang changed from his previous laziness, sat up by himself, and said, "I want to go to your house to talk to your father about something."
Wen Ziling said hurriedly: "Oh, you are injured now, don't move around now, we can talk about it later."