The people of Fu Qisi didn't know what kind of test they had done with him, and the clothes on his body not only had many black fire marks, but also had several large holes.
The skin on the body is also broken, especially on the left cheek, which has a large area of skin peeled off.
Even a piece of his lip fell off, and his teeth were exposed, and he looked straight like a monster.
There was no blood coming out of the injured area, and there was no muscle fat under the skin, just shiny white bone.
Yang Wu knocked on it, making sure it wasn't metal, and he didn't know what material it was.
Yang Wu took off his shirt.
The body is really realistic, and the shape of the muscles is very beautiful.
The skin also has a realistic texture, and if it weren't for the white bone exposed in the broken area, it would really look like a real person.
But Yang Wu took off his pants and once again confirmed that he was indeed just a puppet.
The clothes they gave him were very simple, only two shirts and trousers, no undergarments, and no profane trousers.
A puppet, what are you going to do in your pants He was bare between his legs, there was nothing.
Dressing him is just to cover up his body shape that is too realistic.
After all, looking at an object that is too human-like, even if you know that he is not a living thing, it will make people uncomfortable to see him naked.
Puppets made of wood and metal at first glance are not entitled to wearing clothes.
Yang Wu took a basin of water, threw a hand towel, and slowly cleaned up the dust and smoke on the body.
She also opened his bun, washed his hair too, wiped it half-dry, and combed it anew.
Finally, she looked at those eyes again.
The dark green eyes were open from beginning to end.
It's just that the two pupils are not focused.
Those eyes really looked too much like the person she remembered.
Her hand touched his chest, groped for the position of the heart, found the right place, and the green-eyed puppet's left chest suddenly opened like a window.
In the place of the human heart, there is a delicate mechanism.
Yang Wu observed, took out a bag of spirit stones, stuffed six spirit stones into the six card slots of the mechanism, and then closed his chest.
His body is very delicately made, and once closed, there is not a single gap to be seen.
It's a pity that after it was closed, the puppet still didn't move.
It's broken as the boy said.
Yang Wu didn't know why he still had expectations, and he still felt disappointed.
She sat on the floor and watched him for a moment, feeling stupid.
But I bought it all back.
With such a realistic human body, she can't throw it away like garbage.
She got up silently to find some clothing for him.
But she only had a woman's blouse here, and a few caftan browns, which were too tight for this tall, muscular body.
She searched and searched, and at last she could only take out a muslin that she had used to tailor and wrap him up.
Even those dark green eyes were covered together, and it looked like a corpse about to be buried.
Okay, let's make it a collector's item.
Yang Wu put him in the Qiankun bag.
Yang Wu's life in Lianyang Peak has actually been very regular, and Chong Xin summons her every other day.
Each time, she would fall asleep until the afternoon of the next day.
On the evening of the third day, Chong Xin will summon her again.
On this day, she washed her body and returned to the bedroom, and when she saw Chong Xin leaning on a table and flipping through a scroll of books, her eyebrows and eyes showed a smile.
He heard her come out and looked up.
His face was still expressionless, but his gaze softened a lot, and he stretched out his hand to her and sat down in his arms.
Seeing that his side face was hard and hard, but he always had a tense face, she thought, how could a good young man be raised like this by a group of old monsters.
She rubbed her head in the socket of his neck, lifted her head, put her arms around his neck, and bit his earlobe.
He tightened his arms and locked her in his arms.
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"Don't make a fuss."
There was a bit of helplessness in his voice, and his expressionless expression finally couldn't hold back.
She smiled so hard that her eyebrows and eyes were curled into crescents.
"Daojun," she asked softly, rubbing her fingers against his smooth chin, "why do you keep your face tight?"
"Get used to it."
He said.
He clearly enjoyed the intimate contact, and she could sense a slight sense of relaxation in him.
In fact, he has always grown up alone, she guessed.
Look at the outer disciples to the inner disciples, and then look at the inner disciples to the personal disciples, they are all respectful.
Since he was a child, he has been the apprentice of the head of the family, which can be imagined how noble he is.
It's impossible for a child of the same age to play with him.
They all looked at him from afar, in awe.
In the face of such a crowd, what else can he do except tighten his face and hold up his identity Yang Wu looked at Chong Xin, and couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart.
This kind of pity is a kind of softness unique to women who have been mothers.
Chong Xin looked down and saw that her eyes were soft as water, and he couldn't help drowning in them.
Gently stirring her small chin, she took two red lips in her mouth.
The bright jade inlaid on the top of the cave shines down from different angles, and the shadows on the mat are shallow and empty.
It took a long time before the shadow of one person was separated into the shadow of two people.
But soon, it snuggled into a shadow again.
Yang Wu lazily leaned on Chong Xin's arms.
She remembered the first few times, when he was still green.
It's only been a long time, and it only takes a few times to go back and forth, and the power on his lips and tongue is like this.
The lips and teeth are entangled, wet and wet, and they can't be let go. was obviously emotional, but a pair of hands were only on her waist, but she didn't move a bit.
This ambition is really rare for a young man who is only twenty years old and has strong blood.
She couldn't help but have a sincere affection for him.
"How do you feel today" Chong Xin hugged her in his arms and asked in a low voice.
Yang Wu looked up at him.
His eyes were clear, and he naturally asked not about his kissing skills, but about her body.
She replied, "Very well."
He stretched out his hand, shook his fist and showed him, and said, "It's stronger than before, is it because of Qiong's juice?"
” Whenever she had lost her effectiveness and woke up from hunger in the middle of her sleep, he would feed her the juice of Naqiong.
Since then, she has found that when she wakes up, her body is not so weak.
He didn't answer "yes", only a soft "um".
Yang Wu's heart was a little soft, he hesitated, and said softly: "Actually, I can do it today." ” Chong Xin pinched the hand she stretched out, rubbing her thumb slightly.
Hearing this, his hand paused, and said, "Let's rest for a day." ” Yang Wushicai is actually a little impulsive.
She could feel the pain of his burning body, so when she looked at him, she couldn't help but hope that he could be relieved as soon as possible.
But this is not in line with her vital interests, and will cause her to lose her "value" to him prematurely.
Although Chong Xin has shown some affection for her now, judging from Yang Wu's experience, it is more because she is his first woman.
Yes, with his own experience, Yang Wu can be 100% sure that she is the first woman Chong Xin has experienced.
She has much more experience than him in men's and women's affairs.
But she knows that for young men and women, this little affection caused by the "first" is far away, lost, and can still become Bai Yueguang.
Otherwise, it is easy to turn into a bowl of tasteless white rice day after day.
Compared to her "value" to him, this kind of thing can only borrow one or two, and if you really want to rely on it, you can't rely on it.
She didn't regret what she had said because of the soft impulse in her heart, but since he refused, she quickly retracted it.
He and her hands were together, and there was still a difference in skin color.
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Of course, it's her black and he's white.
And his skin is not only white, but also smooth and delicate.
If it weren't for the large palms and distinct bones, just looking at the fair and smooth skin, I would almost think it was a woman's hand.
This made Yang Wu a little ridiculous.
"Daojun is too white."
She said, "It's because he rarely basks in the sun," and she hasn't seen him leave the cave much at all.
"Maybe."
Chong Xin said.
Yang Wuren squeezed her hand, leaned on his shoulder, and asked, "What does Daojun do on weekdays?"
Chong Xin replied succinctly: "Cultivation." ” He really is a man of very few words.
Yang Wu suspected that this was most likely due to the fact that he couldn't find anyone to talk to during his childhood and adolescence.
Of course, it is also related to the life pattern of these immortal cultivators, their pace of life is very slow, and they spend too much time on cultivation every day.
In this sect, cultivation is their life.
And a genius like Chong Xin, who married at the age of seventeen, probably spends more time on cultivation than others.
Speaking of cultivation, she broke away from her embrace and sat up straight.
He clearly didn't like her leaving.
Although he didn't stop her, he pinched her hand and didn't let go, looking at her quietly with questions in his eyes.
Yang Wu also looked at him and asked, "Daojun, is it really impossible to cultivate with a physique like mine" Her eyes were calm, although she was asking, she was not apprehensive, she just wanted to get a solid answer.
Chong Xin felt a trace of pity in his heart.
In his view, the pursuit of the true meaning of the Great Dao and the cultivation of the Tao to become an immortal are the true meaning of life.
If a person is born as a mortal who cannot cultivate, who is mediocre and mediocre, and comes to the end of his life in just a few decades, that is really the most pitiful thing in the world.
But Yang Wu is a mortal.
But there is no other answer to her question.
He looked at her and shook his head.
Yang Wu didn't show a disappointed or sad look, she was as calm as ever, just bowed her head slightly, and said, "Then I'll die." ” Chong Xin's heart softened, and he took her back into his arms, kissed her forehead, and said, "Wu'er, it's okay if you can't cultivate."
Yang Wu raised his head.
He looked at her and said, "By my side, it's fine."
With him, he can give her a place to live and live a comfortable life, so that she can live a much better life than the mortals next to her.
His words were few, but Yang Wu could read the meaning of his eyes.
She smiled at him and snuggled up to his shoulder in a feeble gesture.
As his hand patted her vest to soothe her, her gaze crossed his shoulder and fell on the jade inlaid here and there on the cave walls.
She flipped through the book of the Divine Consciousness Primordial Interpretation several times, and found that the book was purely for cultivators.
She couldn't find the phrase "mortals can have divine consciousness" in any of them.
Although her body can't be cultivated, she is reincarnated with memories, which is by no means the same as a "mortal" in the ordinary sense.
She couldn't confirm whether it was the fact that mortals could have divine sense, or if it was just because of her little secret that she was different from others that she had abilities that no mortal could have The young man who held her in his arms was a monk of Jindan, and his lifespan was four hundred years old.
If you ask him, you might get the answer.
But she put her hands on his neck and hugged him tightly.
It seems that under his soothing, I have become a little closer to him.
But in the end, she didn't tell anything about her divine sense.
Yang Wu himself borrowed a few books from Chong Yu and read them repeatedly.
It's a pity that there is only one book on divine consciousness.
After determining that it was impossible for her to practice the Dao, she would not only exercise to enhance her physical fitness and practice her family's martial arts every day, but also meditate.
Morning class and evening class, it's not bad.
She has not felt the "aura" mentioned in the book so far, let alone induced qi into her body.
I can't feel it, how to pull it But her divine sense slowly increased.
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Or in her case, "recovered" at all.
She was already very sure that this kind of thing called "divine consciousness" here should be the spiritual power she had in her previous life.
It's just that this spiritual power has lost the power of condensation here, and only the power of exploration remains.
It's better than nothing at all, she's content.
There is nothing to do in the mountains, and the years do not know.
It wasn't until one day that Su Rong came to call her, and when Zhan Yunfeng sent someone to pick her up, she suddenly realized that it had been almost two months since she had run out of medicinal power in the Windward Pill last time.
She said to Su Rong, "Wait a while, I'll prepare something."
I hurried back to my room to get some daily necessities. followed Su Rong up the mountain and entered the cave.
In the lobby of the hospitality, Chong Xin was in the main position with his knees crossed, and Zhou Ji was sitting at the bottom, and the two of them didn't know what they were talking about.
I only saw Chong Xin nodding slightly.
Seeing her come in, both looked at her.
Zhou Ji got up and clenched his fists: "Yang Ji." ” "Brother Zhou."
Yang Wu returned the salute.
"Master ordered me to take Yang Ji to Zhan Yunfeng to recuperate my body, and I have already told my uncle."
Zhou Ji said.
Yang Wu looked at Chong Xin.
Chong Xin nodded: "Go ahead." ” Chong Xin watched them walk out of the cave and poured a cup of tea with his head down.
Ears heard outside the door of the cave, Yang Ji asked: "Brother Zhou, do you still have your flying sword" Chong Xin held the hand of the tea cup and paused.
Outside the gate, Zhou Ji looked at his nose and nose, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.
This is the Refining Yang Peak, and the Dao Monarch's divine sense can envelop the entire mountain.
When I saw her for the first time, although I knew that she was a concubine of the Daojun, I thought that she was just a mortal.
Unexpectedly, Daojun actually appeared as a man from the cave mansion, and at that time he realized that although she was just a mortal, he couldn't think much of her.
"This" he held on, seemingly saying to Yang Wu, but in fact he was explaining to the air, "Last time Yang Ji, you were curious, so I used a flying sword to catch you."
In fact, it is more stable for Yang Ji to call a crane. ” If others don't want to, Yang Wuzi won't force it.
For her, the two shared a sword, and Zhou Ji was just holding her elbow from behind, which was really not intimate contact.
Therefore, she naturally couldn't feel the subtle atmosphere outside the Lianyang Peak Cave Mansion.
The two of them took the sword and rode the crane and went towards Zhanyun Peak.
On the main seat of the lobby of the cave house, a full of tea cups were thrown on several cases, and the amber tea soup was still rippling in circles.
Later that day, Xu Shou, the executive disciple of Lianyang Peak, rode a crane straight to the Beast Control Division.
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