Worship tomorrow

Chapter 11 Cultivation
"dont see."

Luo Qingfeng refused.

What’s so nice about a bellyband, isn’t it just a piece of cloth?
He is a scholar and just likes reading.

Just watch it tomorrow night during the wedding night.

Su Zhaoer was dressed in a green dress, with her black hair flowing smoothly around her waist. The skirt of her skirt was flying like a happy butterfly flying into the room, bringing the unique youthful and lively atmosphere of a girl.

"Brother Afeng, do you really not want to see it? There are colors that Brother Afeng likes."

The girl winked playfully and hid her hands behind her back.

Luo Qingfeng was startled: "What color do I like?"

Su Zhaoer looked strange: "Brother Afeng, you don't even know what color you like?"

Luo Qingfeng reacted and said quickly: "I only like reading."

Su Zhao'er smiled and said, "Okay, brother Afeng only likes to read, so tomorrow night when you and Zhao'er have their wedding, you can only read."

After that, he turned around and went back to his house.

Zi'er's laughter suddenly came from outside the door.

Zi'er brought dinner and asked in a low voice: "Master, won't you sleep with Miss Zhao'er tonight?"

Luo Qingfeng glanced at the room opposite and said, "No, tomorrow night is the wedding night."

Zi'er smiled and said, "How can you be so particular about it? If you were really particular about it, the young master would have had a bridal chamber with Miss Zhao'er long ago."

Luo Qingfeng said no more and looked out the window.

Night has come down.

A few stars appeared in the dark sky.

His ambition is in heaven, not in bed.

Su Zhaoer must be tired.

After dinner, she went back to her room and fell asleep soon after.

After Zi'er finished her work, she also lay down outside the new house.

In this day and age, most people go home and lie down in bed after dark.

After all, there is no entertainment.

Moreover, not every household can afford oil lamps and candles.

Luo Qingfeng also went back to the house and lay on the bed, waiting for the quiet moment in the night.

The window is open.

A bright moon climbed up the branches.

The night sky is already filled with stars.

The stars twinkled slightly, as if they were blinking at him, waiting for his favor.

Tonight is indeed a good night to practice.

Luo Qingfeng closed his eyes and continued to slowly chew on the training techniques in his mind.

"Bathe in the starlight, feel the power of the stars, absorb it into the body, awaken the stars in the body, and establish a connection with them..."

"Dong dong..."

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Luo Qingfeng opened his eyes but said nothing.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and immediately, a figure walked in, got on the bed, and got into his quilt.

She has a petite body, delicate skin, and the unique fragrance of a girl.

Luo Qingfeng grabbed her little hand that was about to reach into his clothes and said, "What are you doing?"

Zi'er said shyly: "Master, it was the lady who asked this servant to come...Tomorrow the young master will marry Sister Zhao'er. The lady is afraid that the young master will not do it, so...so I asked this servant to come tonight..."

The little maid's cheeks were hot, her body was trembling slightly, and she was obviously very nervous.

"lady?"

Hearing this, Luo Qingfeng was secretly puzzled. He quickly helped her pull up her clothes and said, "No, I can do it myself. You can go to bed quickly."

The little maid was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then whispered: "Master secretly went... to the brothel in the city?"

Luo Qingfeng's mouth twitched and he didn't answer.

"Oh, slave, I understand, then slave is gone."

The little maid immediately got out of bed and ran out of the room with a blushing face.

Luo Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.

The evil old society always tries to corrupt people's souls.

Fortunately, he has strong willpower.

Women and so on are not as important as cultivation!
Time to practice!

He looked out the window, got up and closed the door, then walked to the window and sat down, bathing in the bright moonlight, raised his head and looked at the stars in the night sky.

Hold your breath, concentrate, and meditate.

Then, slowly close your eyes and adjust your breathing.

The breath entered the body and began to slowly travel along the meridians that appeared in his mind, winding left and right, up and down, and finally returned to the position of Fu Hai in his abdomen.

A few weeks later, I felt a slight fever in my abdomen.

He was secretly pleasantly surprised, this practice method really worked!
But after a long time, he still couldn't sense the power of the stars in the sky.

Another half an hour later.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

It seems that we can only try outside.

Sitting under the stars and feeling the sensation, bathing in the starlight, is definitely better than being in the house.

It was late at night.

It's completely silent outside, there shouldn't be anyone around.

He gently pushed open the window, climbed out of the window, then walked lightly to the corner of the courtyard.

There is a flower bed.

Covered by flowers and plants, even if someone comes out of the house, he cannot be seen.Sit down cross-legged and concentrate.

Then, close your eyes and start to regulate your breathing.

The breath enters the body and flows in a meandering way.

Above the head, the starry sky is bright and dotted with stars, illuminating the entire land.

The abdomen starts to feel hot.

In Fuhai's position, a ball of turbid air was rolling continuously, seeming to be about to disperse, but it kept entangled.

"There is nothing in my heart, I can't think of anything, I seem to be guarding but not guarding, don't forget, don't help, there are no stars and moon in the nine days, the stars and moon are in the sea of ​​​​the mansion..."

Suddenly, inside the abdomen, at the location of Fuhai, the fog receded, and a vague world appeared.

The sky and the earth were dark, as if shrouded in night, and nothing could be seen.

At this moment, Luo Qingfeng seemed to have entered another world, and his whole body felt like he was floating, getting higher and farther away.

"Gee chi! Chi chi!"

At this moment, several bird calls suddenly came.

The body suddenly fell.

A wave of dizziness rushed into his mind, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

The night has receded and the sky is already bright.

A bird with bright feathers was standing on the branch of the pear tree nearby, chirping non-stop.

Time flies.

It was as if it was already dawn as soon as I closed my eyes.

Luo Qingfeng pondered the mysterious feeling for a while, then stood up and returned to the house through the window.

I haven't slept all night, but I don't feel sleepy at all at this moment.

This made him even more impatient to become a true cultivator.

He took out the book "The Transformation of Stars and Moon" from under the pillow and read it carefully word by word.

It worked last night.

He must be familiar with every sentence in the book, as well as the location and interpretation of each meridians and acupuncture points marked on each picture.

Read it again carefully.

There were a few sentences in the middle that seemed a bit ambiguous. He decided to go to the bookstore today to check it out.

For practitioners, misunderstanding any sentence is fatal.

After dawn.

Song Wan'er came to the small courtyard and asked Zhao'er to go out to select fabrics and make clothes.

After the two of them greeted Luo Qingfeng, they went out together.

Luo Qingfeng pretended to be reading, and soon after the two left, he followed them out.

Before leaving, Zi'er reminded: "Master, come back early in the evening, and you have to go to the wedding hall with Miss Zhao'er to get married."

Then he whispered: "Stop secretly going to the city."

The little girl Qingqing suspected that he was going to a brothel in the city?
Luo Qingfeng was speechless.

After going out, he wandered on the street for a while before entering the bookstore.

There is only one bookstore in the town, and the collection of books inside is definitely not as good as the bookstores in the city, but it is enough to make do.

Luo Qingfeng searched for a long time and finally found the specific explanation of those sentences.

It was already afternoon when I came out of the bookstore.

He read a lot of books in the bookstore.

Especially some stories about ghosts and monsters, I have almost finished them all.

Ordinary people don't know about demons, so they regard many weird and scary things as ghosts.

But we can learn some things from it.

Although I don't know the truth.

After reading a book in the bookstore for so long, he naturally wanted to buy something interesting.

Just as he was taking the book and preparing to go home, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the alley on the roadside: "A...A Feng?"

Luo Qingfeng was stunned and turned to look.

A beggar in ragged clothes and disheveled hair was sitting in the alley, looking at him with wide eyes. Seeing his gaze, the beggar trembled and said: "A Feng?"

Luo Qingfeng was confused, walked over and asked, "Do you know me?"

The beggar looked at him with wide eyes. After looking at him for a long time, he suddenly shed tears: "A Feng, it is indeed A Feng."

As he spoke, he began to cry.

Luo Qingfeng became even more suspicious, and when he was about to continue asking, the beggar raised his head and looked at him, crying: "A Feng, you must be very sad. You are obviously going to get married to Xiao Zhao'er soon, but Xiao Zhao'er... ...but...hey..."

Luo Qingfeng suddenly reacted: "Are you from Linshan Village?"

The beggar was stunned and said: "A Feng, don't you recognize me? I am your seventh uncle!"

Then he cried again: "They all said I was crazy, but I'm not crazy. I really saw a monster that night!"

Luo Qingfeng's heart suddenly moved, remembering the words of the demon slayer Nightingale.

When Linshan Village suffered a massacre that night, a villager was returning from chopping firewood on the mountain. He saw the massacre with his own eyes, escaped, and went crazy after being interrogated.

Could it be the person in front of him?

"Uncle Seven, you..."

When Luo Qingfeng was about to ask about the specific situation, the disheveled man in front of him suddenly trembled all over, and said with fear on his face: "Monster! Monster! Ah Feng, hurry! Run away with Xiao Zhao'er!"

Then he suddenly cried: "No! It's too late. Little Zhao'er's face has been bitten off by the monster. There's so much blood! So much blood! Little Zhao'er is already dead..."

Luo Qingfeng's heart suddenly shook.

"Uncle Qi, you...what did you say? You said Xiao Zhaoer..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Su Zhaoer's voice suddenly came from behind: "Brother Afeng!"

(End of this chapter)