Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 128: Want to win stars?

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These words were Qin Yi's sincere words, but they unexpectedly pulled the atmosphere into an ambiguous atmosphere.

If you don’t want you to be so far away, does the subtext want to be closer to you? Minghe suddenly felt that his heart was beating fast, what did he mean...

In the dark passage, men and women oppose each other, looking at each other quietly, and they can feel each other's breathing a little messy.

Minghe was in a mess, and Qin Yi was once again touched by the feeling that the stunning beauty in the dark room was within reach.

Both of them were practicing long-breathing practice, but at the moment they are messy.

Qin Yi couldn't help but stretched out her sword.

With no effort, the sword moved slowly along his hand.

Qin Yi got closer.

Minghe took a step back.

Qin Yi was leaning against the wall, but it turned into Ming He leaning against the wall in an instant. Qin Yi leaned in front of her and looked down at her.

She just untied the robes and fastened them quickly, causing the skirts to be untidy and a little messy. Large areas of clothing were exposed, and her chest was undulating sharply. From Qin Yi's current perspective, she was extremely seductive and beautiful.

Ming He raised his head to look at his wistful eyes, his expression finally turned calm, and slowly said: "Pan Dao is a monk."

Qin Yi: "..."

"My Tianshu, the god, is the way of repairing the sky, responding to the galaxy, feeling the heavens, without the burden of the red dust, and seeking the heavens of the great. Mortals see nature as far away, and this way is perpetual." Minghe slowly said:" Fellow Daoists have been in contact before, but they should be expedient to the enemy, and it will not hinder the heart. If you think that you can treat the poor Dao at will from now on, then you will consider the poor Dao too low."

Qin Yi pursed his lips, and the **** gradually calmed down.

He knew that his mentality was wrong.

The cuddling before, always made him feel that he "had it anyway." Everyone was very close. Looking at her stunning appearance, he could not help but think about it.

Maybe Minghe himself is a bit habitual about this, and doesn't resist his closeness.

But in fact...that is totally different from being emotional. Whether it's Minghe or himself. Especially if Minghe's practice can be really moved by such a few strokes, then it is hell.

I heard Minghe continued: "The entanglement between the red dust, the relationship between men and women, in the heart of the poor Dao will always be dust and sand that will be blown away at any time. Dao friends don't need to think about it here. Li Qingjun is still waiting for you in Nanli, don't let the poor Dao Underestimate you."

Qin Yi said helplessly: "Where did I go."

Minghe seemed to have completely recovered his mental state, as if nothing had happened before, and said lightly: "The Daoist came to the pool to look for me. Is something wrong?"

Qin Yi said in a bad mood: "Don't you say I'm here to spy on you?"

Minghe has no expression on his face: "It's hard to say. Only now I found out that Daoists are actually pretty...that is, they can hold the bottom line."

"Why don't men not look good, I'm a normal man, you are so beautiful, and you have no idea at all, that is the eunuch, okay? You can hold the bottom line, just think about the big deal."

Minghe said indifferently: "That's because the Taoist is not enough in cultivation, and it hasn't been investigated yet. Pang Dao's advice is that if the Taoist is still so fascinated by the hue, after that, the spiritual devil in the practice will rise and it will be detrimental to the Tao."

"I didn't plan to cultivate myself to become a eunuch. It's not as good as not to live forever."

"..."

"Forget it, don't talk about it. I went to you to see how your injury is, and do you need my medicine."

Minghe's expression moved slightly, and his voice softened: "Thank you fellow daoists for your care, it is no problem."

"The other thing is, I have taken the things left by seniors here, don't say I don't give it to you."

Minghe said indifferently: "The poor Taoist doesn't take it, the Taoist friends keep it."

"But this may be useful to you." Qin Yi took out a book and handed it over.

Although the ring is empty, of course it is not just a pile of spiritual stones, there are still many miscellaneous items, such as this monk's own inheritance, of course, there are records.

Minghe took it and turned it over. The book has no name. It is basically a record of the monk’s own experience. The previous is the practice principle, but in the later period, it is mostly divination and guilt, prying the secret. It may be a change of mentality after the lover’s death. The focus of practice has changed.

Of course, Qin Yi doesn't want this thing. He has tassels in the first half of his practice, and he doesn't need anything else; he is also uninterested in the second half of the divination. On the contrary, Minghe is also a type of "sense of heaven," which has reference significance for her.

Ming He flipped through it for a while, but he was not polite with Qin Yi: "It is indeed available for reference, so I will accept it."

After saying this, the two seemed to be in a dilemma with nothing to say. Qin Yi shook his head and went back to the tomb to practice. Minghe watched him leave, bit his lower lip lightly, and slowly turned back to the pond.

As soon as Qin Yi returned to the tomb, he picked up the mace, pinched the handle of the stick desperately, and shook it: "You pit me with a dead stick!"

"Pinch your head, that's not my neck! Are you an idiot?"

"..."

"You are stupid." Tassel despised: "Believe it or not. At that time, if you kissed her, she would probably be half pushing and half doing it. Really?"

Qin Yi scratched his head: "No, she has a firm heart."

"It has nothing to do with that, it's just that you have no means. You changed a flower bush veteran, and you have already succeeded." Liu Su continued to despise: "You are still cultivating heaven and Ying Xinghe. If you have the heart, you can try this The stars are picked up and collected."

"Do you want to catch the stars..." Qin Yi thought for a while: "That will ruin her way."

"Yes." Tassel replied naturally.

"Then you are still excited, isn't this cheating?"

"She is not bad, what does it have to do with me?" Tassel laughed blankly: "When did you see me as a good person for the sake of others? This aunt is so bad to die, not a stranger? The appearance of Jin, I just want to see her hairy sideways, confused eyes, can't it?"

"..." Qin Yi didn't answer, but he always felt that it was so incredibly motivated.

Tassels can always be like this, and every word is straight to the devil in people's hearts.

I really don’t know what this raging fire would look like if a somewhat evil person picked up the tassel.

If the tassel pit was not successful, I was not disappointed. Instead, he said with great interest: "Hey, if it doesn't hurt her, do you want to win stars?"

Qin Yi hesitated for a moment, and nodded honestly.

Acknowledging desire is not ashamed.

Tassels smiled: "She just asks for Tao, what if you represent Tao?"

Qin Yi was startled.

"It's really the day when you step on the sun and the moon and the sky above your head, and you are in the galaxy. The stars are naturally in your palm, and you won't pick them." The tassel said leisurely: "So... practice, boy."

Over there, Minghe sat cross-legged on the bluestone in the pool, silently looking at the tortoise shell in his hand.

She accounted for it.

Account your own divination.

A hexagram is difficult to count as oneself, and the way of divination never counts as oneself, but at this moment Minghe still couldn't help it, and tried to count it.

The hexagram image made her unable to understand at all.

Or leap in the deep, enter without blame.

No matter how you look at it, it is the result of entering the cave mansion to fight the ancient corpse. What is there to calculate?

If you say there is no blame in the future, then there is no blame.

What I want to calculate is not to take the blame...

What can you imagine? Minghe didn't know it himself.

She sighed softly and put away the tortoise shell. If you don’t even know what you want, how can you calculate a reliable result...