The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chen Xiangyin was surprised to find that Master Zhuang was making medicine in the kitchen, so the kitchen facilities were very complete.

There are electric lights and solar ones, which are traces of civilization!

On the small courtyard dining table, one dish and one soup, the wind sings and the trees whisper.

Chen Xiangyin first drank a bowl of hot soup to warm his stomach. After putting down the bowl with satisfaction, he asked He Chongtian in a casual manner: "Master Zhuang said that I came here because of the good deeds of my predecessors. Who could it be?"

He Chongtian sat next to her, a head taller, looked at her from the side, and said teasingly: "Yes, I brought you here."

Chen Xiang nodded dubiously, "Maybe."

Master Zhuang was talking about the predecessors. In the context at that time, Master Zhuang should be referring to someone else.

He Chongtian could also see her thoughts from her expression, and there was a feeling of uneasiness and heaviness in her heart.

Agarwood attracts more things and interpersonal relationships that he doesn't know.

After eating, the surroundings were pitch black, big eyes were staring at small eyes, and even chatting seemed silent.

Xuan Guo hasn't come back yet, Chen Xiang feels sleepy and goes to bed early.

He Chongtian went to help her hang the cheongsam on the clothesline in the yard.

The night is like water, dyeing everything into a peaceful blue.

Sleeping in Master Zhuang's house with exquisite Feng Shui, Agarwood feels a strange sense of calm.

All the anxiety, fear and boredom dissipated with the growing sleepiness, replaced by a deep sense of relief.

When I close my eyes, there is no voice of evil spirits in my mind, and the breath of "that thing" is not there either.

She fell asleep on the bed, half asleep and half awake, feeling hot and soft on the back of her neck, spraying hot air, and her wrists were strangled.

"Asleep?" He Chongtian's voice was magnetic and low, indescribably seductive.

Chen Xiangyin opened his eyes slightly and turned half of his body to look at him. The moonlight through the window was not bright enough, but He was filled with thoughts soaring to the sky.

He raised his head slightly, inserted his fingers under He Chongtian's palm, and traced his palm prints.

The crane soared into the sky like ignited gunpowder, and the dangerous attack that broke out in an instant was hard to resist.

In his quiet eyes, there was a flame that had been suppressed for a long time.

The agarwood makes the heart pound, and the hot breath is like raindrops.

Agarwood was at a loss as her fear of addiction made her resist.

He Chongtian's wanton face was very close, he took her wrist and kissed the jade bracelet on it.

It was like reminding her that she accepted him twenty days ago.

Their relationship can be like this.

In the darkness, He Chongtian coaxed in a mute voice with an entranced look on his face: "Let me light a fire."

Falling in trembling, Chen Xiangyin remembered that the first time she pushed He Tingtian down, what she said was: I need to light a fire.

……

There were brisk footsteps outside the door, and someone was back in the courtyard.

The crane turned to the side, his eyes were heavy, and he let out a long breath.

Compared with Chen Xiangyin's short and fluctuating breathing and confusion, he seemed extremely stable.

Chen Xiangyin's head was feeling dizzy, there was a knock on the door, and Xuan Guo's voice sounded outside the door: "I caught the bamboo rat and came back, do you want to eat it now?"

Bamboo rat? A large rat, right at her door? !

Agarwood had no strength to collapse and turned into a puddle of water, looking innocently at the sky for help.

He Chongtian then said coldly to the door in a hoarse voice: "I won't eat."

Unexpectedly, Xuanguo didn't leave, so he complained angrily: "Why don't you eat them again? I looked for them for a long time before I caught two! They're big and fat!"

Chenxiang Yin's eyes were filled with confusion, and she whispered: "Did you ask him to catch it?"

He Chongtian did not deny it, and said quite confidently, "Yes."

Xuan Guo didn't get a response, so he added, "Isn't this your favorite thing to eat, Chen Xiang Yin?" He Chongtian sneered, "You heard wrong, I said she is most afraid of this."

What a childish trick, Chen Xiang used an elbow to hit the opponent's abdomen that was heaving with laughter.

He Chongtian clamped down with his backhand, his hot lips swept across her white lotus-like arm, his tone was accusatory, "Who asked you to get close to him."

"When did I get close to him? He is just a child..."

Before she finished speaking, He Chongtian lowered his neck to support her face, and the electric touch spread out.

"That's not okay, you can only be close to me."

There was a slight tremor in the low-pitched hoarseness, but when he said it, he was very arrogant.

Agarwood is convinced, really convinced.

Normally, she would have scolded him for being sick, but she didn't feel that way today.

Whether she would still think so tomorrow is another matter. At this moment, she was carried away.

"Yes." She responded, and the possessive heat enveloped her in the next second.

She couldn't hear the yelling outside the door, and her ears could only catch the crane's breathing.

The consequences of letting yourself fall in love are indeed very serious, and it is too overwhelming.

She wanted to review whether her choice of not holding Zhuyou was the right one, but her thoughts were scattered before she could form any coherent logic in her mind.

As consciousness faded, Crane's unreal whispers reached his ears intermittently.

"In this way, do you feel the resonance of your soul?"

……

At five o'clock in the morning, Chen Xiangyin felt as if he had only been asleep for a minute, when a rapid knock on the door rang.

The moment he woke up, his whole body tensed up, pulling on his sore muscles.

"Agarwood, get up and follow me to the quiet room to chant sutras." Xuan Guo's voice was cold and indifferent.

Chen Xiangyin couldn't open her eyes and quickly closed them. Before falling asleep, He Chongtian patted her forehead.

"Woke up."

Chen Xiangyin: "..." Brother, you are made of iron, I am not.

……

It was windy last night and the cheongsam was dry. I packed up the agarwood and went to the quiet room.

"I often look at the withered pine trees on the pond, and I love the pair of cranes among the clouds."

A pair of couplets, the font is strong and powerful, and the movement of the brushstrokes is full of leisure and indifference that are otherworldly.

Daily morning reading is one of the few rules that Master Zhuang adheres to. Before leaving, he also arranged for Xuan Guo to bring agarwood and recite the "Qing Jing Sutra".

The furnishings of the quiet room are simple yet elegant. There is a low table by the window. The table is covered with a mat woven from fine grass and placed with inkstones and rice paper.

Xuan Guo lit the incense burner next to the table, and the faint smoke swirled out. The aroma was mixed with the pine wind in the mountains, and the agarwood made the mind feel much clearer in an instant.

He Chongtian himself has morning exercises to practice every day, and he is currently warming up and stretching in the yard.

Chen Xiangyin glanced at him from the window. He was handsome, upright, heroic, and not tired at all.

Withdrawing his eyes, Chen Xiang took a deep breath and sat upright on the mat with Xuan Guo, imitating his example and placing his hands flat on his knees.

Xuan Guo said solemnly, "Gather your mind and listen to me first today."

"The great road is invisible, giving birth to the world; the great road is ruthless, running the sun and the moon; the great road is nameless, growing and nourishing all things..." Xuan Guo's voice was melodious, like an echo in the valley, gradually fading away.

Although Chen Xiangyin didn't understand the meaning, he still felt calm and relaxed in the center of Xuan Guo's recitation.

A new feeling surprised her, the delivery of cranes soaring into the sky, the chanting in the fir forest in the early morning...

This feeling is like peace, but also like relief, strange and moisturizing, silent and profound.

But she can't live in peace. She has to go back before the end of March.