Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 213: A beauty throws herself into his arms? Bargain hunting is here! (Seeking monthly votes)

Cihang Jingzhai, the seat of Daxing City.

Zhang Kuang chose a "Pear and Crabapple Courtyard" where pear trees were planted and the nursery was mostly filled with precious crabapples. Although the season had not yet arrived and they were not in full bloom, there were other exotic flowers to embellish the yard, so it did not look desolate.

He was not interested in enjoying the scenery at the moment. After a brief separation with Fan Qinghui, he moved into the main house. He lit the medicinal incense made by Jiang Chen for meditation in the incense burner in the mist, sat cross-legged on the couch, with his palms facing up, four fingers overlapped and placed on his dantian, and looked at the sky with his five hearts.

The previous internal wounds have healed, and as a blessing in disguise, he accidentally used the Beiming magic art to open up the Tianchi, and opened up many acupoints to form a "Tianchi". Every part is empty and in urgent need of true energy nourishment.

Zhang Kuang counted them carefully and found that there were thirty-six Tianchi in the Niwan Palace, which coincided with the number of Tiangang. If he used his true qi to fill up these Tianchi, it would take him about ten years even at his current speed of cultivation.

If you practice without eating, drinking, or sleeping, you can achieve success in three to five months...

But how can the true qi that I cultivated with great effort compare to the powerful true qi obtained from refining treasures?
Zhang Kuang decided to make things difficult for the warriors in this world, so that they could take shortcuts through dedication and reach the end of their lives, contributing to his journey to becoming stronger, which would make his life worthwhile.

In addition, the opening of the thirty-six major acupoints in the sky allowed his bones and meridians to be nourished with a large amount of true energy. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra copied from King Jinlun was perfectly adapted to the current situation, except that the tenth level was a bit weak.

But even with Zhang Kuang's current aptitude and understanding, it would take quite a while for him to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra to the thirteenth level.

So we can only rely on external forces as usual.

"Essence" and "Qi" are crying out for food.

The only good news is that the demon seed transformed from "God" is constantly growing. He only needs to absorb the true qi of "Taotai" to obtain continuous growth.

Zhang Kuang was just thinking about whether he should go to Fan Qinghui to ask her about her doubts in cultivation, and at the same time help him practice his concentration.

Tuk Tuk——

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Master Zhang, are you asleep?"

Fan Qinghui pretended to be calm, but her voice still carried a hint of shyness and embarrassment as it came from outside the room.

It seems that someone is more anxious than me!

A smile naturally appeared on Zhang Kuang's face.

Before he could get out of bed, there were three more knocks on the door.

"Master Zhang, it's still early, are you already asleep?"

Zhang Kuang glanced out the window at the cool night in the courtyard, the colorful tree shadows dancing in the breeze as the branches swayed gently. "It's still early!"

Before Fan Qinghui could ask a third question, he took the initiative to say, "Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

"Great! I knew you, Master Zhang, hadn't slept either."

There was joy in Fan Qinghui's voice, and even in the room, one could clearly hear her sigh of relief.

Apparently, he felt relieved.

Zhang Kuang opened the door and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Outside the house, the frosty moonlight was shining. Fan Qinghui's plump body was wrapped in a white lotus-like skirt. The tight skirt showed off her proud figure. The breeze in the yard gently swayed the wind chimes under the eaves, blowing up a corner of Fan Qinghui's skirt, revealing a small part of her calf as white and tender as jade. She wore a pair of light blue embroidered shoes on her feet, which she tightened a little awkwardly.

Fan Qinghui's eyes were like the crescent moon in the night sky, gleaming with crystal colors. Her cheeks flushed red as she glanced at Zhang Kuang shyly. However, she still raised her chin boldly and said, "Master Zhang, the night is getting dark. How about coming out with me to admire the moon?"

Zhang Kuang leaned forward against the door frame, reached out and brushed away the fine strands of hair that were gently lifted by Fan Qinghui's ear, and his fingertips smoothly brushed across her soft, tofu-like face. Feeling the scorching heat on his fingertips, he smiled and said, "It's windy outside, why don't you take shelter in my room?"

Fan Qinghui stared at Zhang Kuang, biting her red lips lightly between her teeth. A trace of confusion flashed across her face, and she nodded shyly, then lowered her body and slipped under Zhang Kuang's armpit into the room.

Zhang Kuang: “?”

Are you in such a hurry?
He glanced around and found several people outside the courtyard gate. Then three little heads popped out. When they saw that he had not closed the door, they immediately blushed like children who had done something wrong and ran away.

Zhang Kuang couldn't help but smile, closed the door and turned around.

But I saw Fan Qinghui sitting at the table a little awkwardly, facing sideways. I could clearly see the proud fullness hanging on her slender waist, which made people want to reach out and help her share some of the weight.

"Who are they?" Zhang Kuang walked to Fan Qinghui and sat down, snapping his fingers at the same time. His true energy swept through the candles like fire, and the room suddenly became bright.

"It was the junior sister who stayed here. When she saw me bringing the real person back, she mistakenly thought that the real person and I were in that kind of relationship, and she urged me to come here to find the real person to deepen our relationship.

If the real person doesn't like it, I will explain it to them tomorrow morning." Fan Qinghui stared straight at Zhang Kuang, her heart in her throat, nervous and uneasy.

"How could that be? You and I know each other very well and are inseparable. Why should we be so distant?" Zhang Kuang chuckled and held her hand, secretly activating the magic seed. His eyes suddenly became as deep as the night sky, and two points of scarlet as beans, making the candlelight in the room become ambiguous. His voice was filled with a strong certainty, like a whirlpool that made people fall deeply into it.

Fan Qinghui only felt that Zhang Kuang's tone in front of her was so sincere. For a moment, her mind was shaken, and she couldn't help but feel shy like a girl. The tension and uneasiness in her heart subsided like the tide, and was replaced by a strong burst of emotions that instantly overwhelmed her rationality.

He threw himself into Zhang Kuang's arms, boldly put his arms around his neck, sat on his lap, looked at him with fiery and bold eyes and said, "Wuji, can I call you that? Or Zhang Lang?"

"..."

Zhang Kuang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Why don't you just call me dad."

Fan Qinghui angrily pressed her forehead against Zhang Kuang's chest, pounding it twice with her clenched fists, her ears gleaming like jade from anger.

Zhang Kuang hugged her and said to her with a smile, "Why don't you just call me 'Lang Jun'?"

Fan Qinghui buried her head in Zhang Kuang's arms, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and asked, "I only know your last name, and I don't know anything else..." Her coquettish tone was filled with deep grievance, and she begged Zhang Kuang to clear her up for her.

This is testing my bottom line!
Zhang Kuang put one arm around her waist and held her hand with the other. He did not refuse, but made up an identity, saying that he had gone into the mountains to practice Taoism to avoid disaster, and had spent an unknown amount of time in the mountains, and had just come out.

Fan Qinghui pursed her lips and remained silent for a while. After a long pause, she asked with a gloomy look, "So, my lord is quite old? But he looks only in his early twenties, you wouldn't be able to tell at all."

(End of this chapter)