After constantly abused herself, Yin Miaomiao entered a few more times. She found that only when her spiritual consciousness weakened to a certain level could the body react based on instinct. In other words, she should not be too careful.

Once you are careful, you will think about avoiding every petal. You want to avoid both left and right, and both front and back. The instructions given by the brain are contradictory, and the body will not know what to do. Instead, it will backfire.

Therefore, the key is to relax. The spiritual consciousness must be perceived, but not judged. What should be done, and leave it to the body itself.

Pure physical cultivation is the blind spot of Yin Miaomiao's past. She wanted to use the strengths of soul techniques to make up for her body's shortcomings, but she never thought that the short-term effect always exists. Fortunately, it was not too late.

She was very open-minded. She was not able to practice her body skills overnight, and it would inevitably require years of hard work. However, a blank means that every little progress is extremely obvious. She set countless small goals for herself, and she could get great satisfaction for every completion.

Therefore, in the next month, although she was covered in blood every day, she practiced very happily without any depression.

Wen Mimi used his spiritual sense to pay attention to Ren Wuwei. The disciple's nature and transparency were impeccable, but it also made the master a little disappointed.

Then, Yin Miaomiao realized that it was time to combine work and rest, so he found a day to give himself a leave and went to Chenxiang Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, the timing was a coincidence, neither day earlier nor day later, nor a step later, and just happened to meet the plum snow coming out at the door.

"What a coincidence, I met Junior Sister Mei here." Yin Miaomiao was surprised, with a smile on her face.

Mei Luoxue was also calm: "It's a coincidence."

She had no intention of greetings, and Yin Miaomiao simply said: "I won't delay Junior Sister Mei, Junior Sister will do it yourself."

Mei Luoxue nodded slightly to her and left without changing her face.

Yin Miaomiao asked Xiao Shuang who was sending the guest: "What are Fairy Mei here for? Listen to the piano or drink tea?"

It was not usually embarrassing that the two guests collided. Xiaoshuang lowered her eyebrows and said: "Fairy Mei has just arrived for a while, and she said goodbye after listening to a song."

This was explained in disguise, but Yin Miaomiao did not comment and lifted the curtain and went in: "Don't come in."

Xiaoshuang was thrown to her nose by the bamboo curtain. When she heard this, she rubbed her nose bridge and turned around and left. Fairy Yin was obviously in a bad mood, so he should not be too bad. It doesn’t matter if it’s tea. Anyway, those who come to Chenxiang Pavilion to drink tea are not tea.

Revlon didn't know what was happening at the door, and still smiled and said, "I'm finally willing to come to see me."

"I am thinking about someone, but it's a pity that someone doesn't think about me." Yin Miaomiao came to the incense burner, and the fragrance had not dissipated. The burned ashes were like the word "heart". "The word "heart" was incense."

Revlon calmly put away the piano: "What, is it jealous?"

"I dare not, don't dare." Yin Miaomiao blew away the dust in the furnace. "How can I let others interfere with it when I put up a listing in Yuanlou? How could I say something bad if I have such a big face?"

After hearing her words holding a gun and a stick, Revlon didn't feel any resentment, and she smiled at the corner of her lips: "Don't calm down and drink tea."

"Angry?" She pushed the tea, "Don't dare."

Revlon was rarely gentle and kind, and brought the tea with her own hands: "I played a song."

"No need to explain, I'm not angry." Yin Miaomiao took the teacup and put it aside.

Revlon followed her words: "Yes, you're not angry, you're just not very happy." He snuggled over and hugged her tightly, "But I'm happy."

His hot body surrounded her, and the fragrance of the heart-like character stained on his clothes penetrated into his nose, and the fragrance filled his spleen. The fire suppressed in his heart gradually weakened, and finally turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

"Oh." She sighed, "Plum falls snow..."

He smiled and said, "You think everyone is you, Fairy Mei is not close to anyone like me."

Yin Miaomiao: "...Is it true that she is trampling on me?"

"I'm afraid of people talking about it after doing it?" He licked her earlobe and smiled faintly. "Fairy Mei said she loves music, but she couldn't find a place to listen to the piano. When I heard that I was good at piano skills, I came to listen to a song."

Yin Miaomiao reflected on her for a while, and half-believing and half-doubting: "I said I came to have tea, do you believe it?"

"You see, I look different from her." Revlon's kiss fell on the back of her neck. "She thinks I look good, but she won't get close to a humble person like me."

Yin Miaomiao believed this. Whether it was plum blossoms, summer and autumn moon, or any female cultivator in Chongxiao Sect had the pride of a famous sect. Even if they didn't care about chastity, they would only choose men who were monks to get close to each other. No matter how beautiful Revlon was, he was just a humble prostitute.

She raised her hand to stroke his cheek: "You are not humble, I like you very much."

"I know." He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly like butterflies' wings, "It's different for you."

"I don't need to care too much about identity." Yin Miaomiao picked up the cold tea and drank it, not caring about it. "I was born in a wealthy family in the mortal world. In a few years, my country was destroyed and my family became a beggar. Later, I joined the Chongxiao Sect. It seemed that I had turned over, but I lost my memory and lived like a casual cultivator. My identity changed from time to time, high and low, and I was still me."

Revlon smiled: "You can see thoroughly, but I am a shallow person."

Yin Miaomiao heard this and thought for a moment, then suddenly asked: "With your ability, you have to change your identity, why have you been staying here all the time?"

"Waiting for you." He laughed, "You have been away for so long and haven't come back. I'm afraid that you won't be able to find me if I leave."

Yin Miaomiao asked why he didn't redeem himself, or he had never left without leaving. Unexpectedly, he was so perfunctory. It seemed that there was something else to ask, so he stopped asking.

Revlon's lips curled up, and he knew that she was always considerate and would not ask again when she saw that she didn't want to say anything. But sometimes, he really wanted her to mess around and ask until the end. After thinking about it, he said, "It's time for me to ask you. The competition has not ended early, why did she come after a month?"

"Of course it's cultivation."

Revlon wanted to speak but stopped, and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Are you sure?"

"I dare not say the confidence to escape without any hesitation." Yin Miaomiao held his cheek and said, "Do your best."

Revlon knew that the road to cultivation was difficult and dangerous, but he couldn't let go of his heart: "Then don't come here during this period, practice hard."

The more strength you have, the more vitality you have.

Yin Miaomiao teased: "Do you want to give up on me?"

"If the love between the two people is long, how can they stay together day and night?" He hugged her, "I just want you to come back safely."

Yin Miaomiao comforted him, "Don't worry, there are only monks below the Golden Pill in the Suyu Secret Realm. Can't I run away if I can't beat them?"

Having said that, the crisis in the secret realm was more than just a monk, just to comfort him. Lu Huanon knew it well, so he stopped mentioning it. The two of them talked some more and joined hands to enter Luowei.

The next day, Yin Miaomiao left a bamboo basket before leaving: "Help."

Revignon lifted the white cloth covering his head, and saw a basket of spiritual fruits, full of size, full of sweet fragrance, and abundant spiritual energy: "Where did it come from?"

"It's just that we Cui Shifeng grow it ourselves, and we can't finish it." Yin Miaomiao took out the wooden box in the basket again, "I originally wanted to make lotus heart tea and give it to you, but I really have no time."

Revlon opened the wooden box and saw that it was full of wet lotus pods and the lotus seeds had not been taken out. Not to mention peeling the lotus heart, he was so amused and laughed: "You are so insincere about this gift."

"You just need to take it for the sake of planting it in my own yard." Yin Miaomiao blinked, "I'm too busy. I have to practice when I go back later. Can you peel it if you play the piano a few times less?"

Revlon was stunned: "Did you plant lotus in your yard?"

"Yes, you don't know?" she was surprised.

He smiled and said, "You have never told me."

"You haven't been to Cuishi... Oh, I know." Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, "I must be embarrassed to let you go, ha!"

Revlon was touched by his heart and murmured, "Sorry?"

Yin Miaomiao said casually: "Yes, ten years ago Cuishi Peak was a barren mountain. There was nothing but stones. It was worse than the outer door. No one had ever come to our place to visit. Fortunately, now I have planted flowers, so I can see it."

So that's the case? It turns out that Cui Shifeng was not invited to go there because he was not good-looking in the past? Revlon's heart was intertwined with sweet and sorrow and could not speak.

Yin Miaomiao glanced at his expression, and was stunned for a while, and understood, pretending to be on a whim: "Or, you go back with me?"

"What?"

She said, "It's too much to run up and down the mountain, let alone the three months that you have agreed to be cheating, aren't you?"

"You're crazy." Revlon just wanted her to invite her, but now she was satisfied and angry, "Is Cuishifeng a place where I can go? Your master will be angry to you!"

Yin Miaomiao was surprised: "Don't you want to go?"

"What are you going? Have you grown your brain? What's the matter if you take me there? You are shameless, where will the face of Jianchun Zhenjun put?" Revlon was really angry, "Goungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungung

Yin Miaomiao wanted to work harder, but his face was as cold as frost: "Yin Miaomiao, listen, I'm very happy if you have this heart, but I will never go with you. That's not a place I can go. You don't care, I care. I don't want you to be pointed at by me, and I don't want Cui Shifeng to be stained because of me."

"I'm very happy to treat me well, but I want you to respect my feelings." He pursed his lips tightly, restraining his entire charm.

Yin Miaomiao was silent, and he exclaimed: "I understand."

"That's good." He turned anger into joy. "Since Cuishi Peak has planted flowers, you can pick a few of them to show me another day."

She promised: "Okay."

"If you are really busy, don't go down the mountain." He personally sent her away, "but if you have time before leaving, you'll do it again."

She still agreed: "Okay."

Revlon sent her to the door, and the joy spider weaved a fine net under the eaves, and the word "四" didn't end: "Let's go."

Seeing that he was wearing only thin dressing gowns and cold wind drifted into his sleeves, she couldn't help but say, "Go back quickly, the dew is heavy in the morning."

The fog in the morning light has not dissipated. The apricot trees planted in the yard poked out their branches, and the leaves were stained with crystal dewdrops, falling on the back of their hands to clear and cool. He smiled: "It's okay, I'll watch you go, don't be wandering around, hurry up and go back."

“It’s really a lot.”

"I don't care about others."

He insisted on his attitude, but Yin Miaomiao could not do so, so he had to turn around and leave first.

It was getting brighter and a new day began.

The author has something to say: Ah, Lian has been on the line for several chapters, and finally logged in again = 3=

He is different from other male guests. What monks care about most is that immortality is cultivation. Even Xiao Zhuo has to consider the country and country. Only Liansheng does not. He only has love, so the emotional drama will be more than the previous article and the description is more delicate~~

Okay, the elites from other sects are coming next, and interesting characters may appear! See you tomorrow~

ps: Asking questions is really a good way to cheat and leave messages. Yesterday I left 40 messages, but the previous chapter was 100. It seems that readers are all diving_(:3∠)_
Chapter completed!