Chapter 245: The White Dragon Horse Conquers Demons (Part 1)
It was noon, and Shen Qiuning woke up leisurely.
It had been a long time since she had had a good night's sleep, and this sleep actually felt like a lifetime ago.
She half raised her body, and from the outside edge of the curtain, the dazzling sunlight shone into the room through the window lattice, casting a few bright beams of light, smoke and dust flying in between, and the rare mundane smell blew into her face.
Where is this...
Shen Qiuning frowned slightly and held her forehead tiredly. Perhaps she had slept for too long and her brain was dizzy. Even her hands and feet seemed to be no longer her own. They were weak and unable to exert strength.
This made her very insecure.
"senior?"
The Shattered Sky Chain made no sound, and there was dead silence all around. Only some slight noises came from outside the house, as if in response.
That was the crackling sound of firewood burning.
Someone!
Shen Qiuning immediately woke up a lot. She turned over and got down on the bed alertly. Her clothes were fluttering, but there was no sound when she landed on the ground. Her movements were as nimble as a cat.
Now her Qi sea was exhausted, and the spiritual platform was in a mess. She tried to mobilize her spiritual thoughts to investigate but was unable to do so. She looked around the room, pondered for a moment, and finally pulled out the hairpin from her hair and clasped it secretly. In the palm of your hand.
The hairpin head is quite sharp and made of solid materials. As long as the technique and timing are right, even a sixth-level warrior can make a hole in his body.
Shen Qiuning tried hard to control her breath. In order to avoid unnecessary noise, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes. She only stood on tiptoe. The distance from the house to the door was not long, but she walked extremely carefully.
When she walked to the door, the movement outside became clearer and clearer. She took a breath and quietly opened a crack in the door, and a familiar figure came into view.
Shen Qiuning was startled. She lowered her head and looked at the hairpin in her hand. She suddenly felt that her behavior just now was a bit stupid and couldn't help but smile.
In the courtyard, Ning Yan was staring at a small stove attentively, and he made a magic formula with one hand. Without any movement, he controlled the flames to rise up and down just by using the magic formula.
There was a casserole on the stove, and mist came out from the air holes in the pot lid. I smelled it carefully, and there was a sweet rice fragrance.
Shen Qiuning was too lazy to hide anymore and opened the door generously.
"you're awake?"
Ning Yan turned his head when he heard the sound, and was about to speak, but his eyes moved down unconsciously, and finally stopped on the white and round arch of the other person's feet, and said blankly: "Why don't you wear shoes?"
That bold and direct gaze was as hot as a soldering iron. How could anyone look at her daughter's feet like this? Shen Qiuning's cheeks couldn't help but blush. She was so shocked that she hid behind the door and hurriedly hid her feet. When I got up, I was really embarrassed and annoyed: "You, what are you doing?"
Ning Yan forgot to answer for a moment, still recalling the scene just now in his mind.
Although Sister Shen is tall and tall, her feet are very small and delicate. She can probably hold them with one hand...
The book says that Zhao Feiyan of the Western Han Dynasty was able to perform palm dancing. In addition to her slender waist and light dance steps, she may also be gifted with both feet.
He began to somewhat understand the happiness of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty.
"Ning Yan!"
"Ah? Oh...that, I'm making the ecstasy rice."
Ning Yan seemed to realize that his gaze was not polite, so he scratched his head awkwardly, immediately opened the lid of the pot, picked up the sauce that had been prepared and poured it around the edge of the casserole, and heard a crunching sound. , a strong aroma of sauce filled the entire courtyard.
He picked again and again with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of maroon meat and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up. He was obviously very satisfied with his craftsmanship. How difficult is it to find a pound of pork?"
Shen Qiuning timidly poked her head out from behind the door and watched Ning Yan seasoning patiently. After a long time, she said again: "Is this pork?"
"Yeah, barbecued pork, Lingnan way."
"Have you ever been to Lingnan?"
"I must have been there when I was a kid. It should be very different from Lingnan now." Ning Yan answered vaguely, used a rice spoon to knock a thin crispy rice cake on the bottom of the pot, and said: "It's okay, it's almost burnt. "
"receive!"
At the command, the fire in the furnace suddenly disappeared.
Ning Yan clapped his hands, picked up the casserole, and before taking two steps, his body began to sway inexplicably, and he stumbled and fell towards the roadside. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and managed to stand still by pressing his back against the pillar of the corridor.
Shen Qiuning's heart trembled, and she ran forward from the house regardless of her shyness, and said with concern: "Your legs..."
Ning Yan shook his head, "It's okay. I'm still not used to the initial Qi and blood circulation. Just rest for a couple of days and it'll be fine."
In fact, his situation had nothing to do with the Nine Elements Golden Needle inserted by Bi Yuewu. It was purely his own doing.
Previously, he had fired ten rounds of the divine weapon in one breath in order to deliver the goods. Little did he know that each time he used the divine weapon, he needed to consume his true energy. When he looked at the inner scene, he didn't realize that once he exited the inner vision state, the backlash would be like a tsunami. His body was immediately emptied.
This also taught him a lesson, don't be fooled by drawing cards.
Shen Qiuning saw that Ning Yan's expression was as usual and didn't look like he was lying. She was relieved. She finally had the opportunity to ask her doubts: "How come your legs are so good? And aren't we at the altar? How did we get to this house?" ?”
Ning Yan raised the casserole in his hand: "It's a long story, let's talk while eating."
"good."
Shen Qiuning lowered her eyebrows and responded softly. She walked a few steps into the house, but didn't hear any movement behind her. When she turned around and saw Ning Yan standing stupidly in the courtyard with a casserole, she felt funny: "Why don't you leave? "
Ning Yan saw Shen Qiuning smiling, and he also laughed naively: "Go to your room or mine?"
With just one sentence, Shen Qiuning's heart, which had just been calmed down, suddenly rose again, beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She opened her mouth slightly, and breathed in a few wisps of winter air as if asking for help. Despite the cold wind, the burning heat on my face couldn't go away, so I had to let the indescribable feelings continue to spread.
You live in my room, it sounds like there is an affair!
But then she thought about it, Ning Yan said that in the altar, and the two of them had expressed their feelings to each other, so didn't that mean they had an affair?
Bah, bah, bah, who cares about having an affair with such a bad guy...
Shen Qiuning's mind was in chaos, and she actually felt that this question was more difficult than any problem encountered in her practice. It was so difficult that she didn't even have the courage to answer it directly. Her lips murmured for a while, and in the end she just left a few light words and left. Escape to the back room.
"Go wherever you like..."
The fragrant breeze blew across her face, bringing Shen Qiuning's reply. Ning Yan swallowed and followed quickly. But as soon as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly thought of something and stopped at the door.
Shen Qiuning was putting on her shoes in the back room. When she looked up and saw the bad guy, she didn't know what he was doing. She immediately said in shame and anger: "You... what are you waiting for! Are you deliberately teasing me!"
"How dare you." Ning Yan shrank his neck, looking aggrieved, and quickly complained: "I just wanted to ask if the door should be closed..."
What is this problem?
Seeing that the other party's fists were clenched, Ning Yan continued: "Although I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, are not strict about the protection between men and women, you and I are not yet married, and we are alone in a room with the door closed during the day. If word spreads, it will inevitably lead to misunderstandings. Mouth and tongue.”
Shen Qiuning glared at him: "Are you still afraid that others will taint your innocence?!"
Ning Yan opened her mouth and sighed: "I'm afraid you don't want to."
The cold wind made him shiver. Now he was worried that the rice in the pot would get cold, so he had to stoop slightly and hide the casserole in his arms.
Shen Qiuning stared blankly at Ning Yan, at his nervous expression, at his clumsiness to please. He seemed to have changed a lot in half a year, but nothing seemed to have changed.
Suddenly, time and space overlapped, and the time Mingzhou had experienced together came to mind again.
That was the time that Shen Qiuning missed the most, because only in that warm little house, she could not be the Gu Yuexian of Xianyin Palace, but only be someone's Sister Shen.
After a long time, a slightly trembling voice broke the silence.
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