Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

Chapter 51

The patriarch's gentle voice sounded in Qiu Shi's ear again: "Are you remembering the past? Qiu Shi, don't be sad, whoever hurt Qiu Shi's heart, I will take care of him for Qiu Shi..."

This time Qiushi was even more sad, and the tears could no longer be stopped, rolling down.

Hei Lin wiped his tears with his sleeves: "Don't cry, crying makes my heart ache..."

Qiushi cried even more sadly, and tugged on the sleeve of the patriarch, crying all over.

He was wronged at Qiu's house, his mother couldn't protect him, she would only comfort him like the patriarch: Son!Don't cry anymore, your mother's heart hurts from crying...

He misses his mother.

Hei Lin curled his lips into a smile, hugged him little by little, stroked his hair lightly, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be sad, with me here, no one will dare to bully Qiushi in the future." ..."

One of them was crying sadly, the other was comforting happily, and when they were getting along very well, Fat San's voice sounded outside: "Master Patriarch, Junior Brother, dinner is ready."

Qiu Shi quickly got out of Hei Lin's arms and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Brother Fat San couldn't see him crying.

Hei Lin clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could chop Fat San to death with one palm.

A bad thing!

Fat San pushed the door open and entered, put the food and snacks on the table, and said with a smile: "Little brother, the new dim sum made by Zuixianglou, and their treasure Buddha Jumping Wall, come quickly and eat while it's hot... ..."

When the dishes were ready, he looked up and saw the younger brother's eyes were red.

Suddenly stunned.

What's the matter, little brother?

Just as he was about to ask, he saw the patriarch's gloomy face and cold eyes, shooting at him like ice arrows, which made him flustered, and hurriedly said: "I'm leaving."

While talking, he walked to the door in a hurry and left.

God!Wouldn't he ruin the good things of the patriarch and the junior brother?

what to do?what to do?The patriarch wouldn't chop him to death with one palm, would he?

"Senior Brother..." Qiushi wanted to leave Fat San Senior Brother to eat together, but the door was closed, and the senior brother's footsteps came downstairs.

Hei Lin got off the couch, and pulled him towards the round table: "Don't worry about him, you eat first, and practice after eating."

But even though the patriarch said so, Qiushi still left half of the Buddha Jumping Wall for Fat San Senior Brother.

Hei Lin wished he could eat all the good things, but Qiu Shi held the bowl and was unwilling: "Master Patriarch, senior brother... very good."

Strictly speaking, Fat Third Senior Brother is not his senior brother at all, but he takes care of him everywhere, like a real elder brother.

How can he eat alone?

But he only regarded Fat San as his elder brother, but Hei Lin clenched his fist tightly.

Qiu Shi even thinks about that fat man for a dish, it's too much!

After dinner, Hei Lin called Fat San upstairs via sound transmission: "This dish is left for you by Qiu Shi. Take it and get out!"

Fat San took the food and hurried away.

Boom, patriarch is so scary!

But when he returned to the guest room and saw the dishes half left for him, he didn't feel uneasy anymore.

Little Junior Brother is so kind, I left him so many dishes...

This time, Hei Lin learned from his experience and set up a barrier in the room.

Qiu Shi meditated and practiced, and he stood by.

Perhaps it was because of his high cultivation base that Qiu Shi quickly became samadhi this time.

I don't know how long it took to enter the samadhi.In a daze, he felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. He couldn't open his eyes, but he only knew that his whole body was terribly hot.He twisted his body to escape the scalding water.

Twisting and twisting, he suddenly bumped into something.

The thing was cold, and after just touching it, he felt that his body was not so dry and hot, and he felt much better. He quickly hugged it and entangled his limbs.

After holding him for a long time, his body was forcefully opened, and something got into his back and rushed.

He wanted to run away, but something was holding him tight.

He cannot escape.

He became hotter and hotter, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest with a "thump, bang, bang", and his body seemed to explode.

He went limp, out of breath.

Is he dying?

Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread from the tailbone up the spine, reaching the back of the head.

Qiu Shi's already vague consciousness suddenly convulsed, and he passed out.

But he soon regained consciousness, he still couldn't open his eyes, his body was bumped against, and he was sinking and floating in the water.

He opened his mouth and shouted vigorously: "Master Patriarch...save me..."

But soon, another numbness rushed to the back of his head, and he passed out again.

Repeatedly like this, I don't know how many times the consciousness has returned to the cage, and I don't know how many times I have passed out.

Finally, everything quieted down.

His body was no longer hot, his heartbeat returned to normal, he was so tired that he fell asleep and fell asleep.

In the dream, there was his mother, the patriarch, the fat third brother, and his sword, Cheng Jiao...

When he woke up again, it was many days later.

Qiu Shi was covered with a tiger-skin mattress and covered with a fur robe, making her whole body warm.

He stretched, rolled his eyes and looked around.

The screen inside was pushed open, and a tall and slender young man with a beautiful face, a face as cold as ice, and a black robe came out holding a red porcelain vase.

"Master Patriarch." Qiu Shi quickly sat up and asked with a blushing face, "Brother... How long have you been asleep?"

Hei Lin sat down beside him, the coldness on his face dissipated, and he said with a light smile, "You have been meditating for five days and slept for two days."

"Ah!" Qiu Shi's face turned redder.

It has been seven days?

Hei Lin smiled again: "Does it mean that your cultivation base has increased again?"

"Ah?" Qiu Shi hurriedly closed her eyes to feel it.

Sure enough, his dantian became more and more full, and his spiritual power was surging.

The gentle voice of the patriarch came from the ear: "It is already the tenth level of Qi training, and there is only one line left to build the foundation."

"Building the foundation?" Qiu Shi opened his eyes and looked at Hei Lin in disbelief.

It's only seven days!He has only meditated for five days!Already practiced qi level [-], about to build a foundation?

This... this is too incredible, right?

Hei Lin raised his hand to touch the bloodstains on his face, and said with a light smile, "You are naturally gifted, and with the guidance of this seat, you can cultivate naturally and quickly, so don't be surprised."

He handed him the porcelain bottle in his hand: "Take it, this is a high-grade medicine."

Qiu Shi took the porcelain vase in a daze, and asked, "Master Patriarch, is this...?"

"This is to save your life. If your dantian is seriously injured, take it quickly, find a safe place, practice according to the method taught by this seat, and recover immediately."

After finishing speaking, he whispered a long formula in his ear again.

Fearing that he would not be able to remember, Hei Lin used the technique of sound transmission to smash those formulas into his mind word by word.

Now, it will never be forgotten.

Qiu Shi couldn't accept so much information for a while, and suddenly became dizzy, relying on the arm of the patriarch to keep from falling down.

When the spell in his head subsided, Qiu Shi quickly sat up straight.

He is now more and more like a child, hugging and leaning on the patriarch every now and then, it's too shameful.

He blushed so much that he had nothing to say: "Did the Patriarch only refine this kind of elixir this time?"

Why did he smell another elixir?

Hei Lin smiled, but did not speak.

Naturally, he not only refined this kind of elixir, he also refined the inner gall of the red fox, for Qiushi.

But this matter can not tell Qiu Shi.

Seeing that the patriarch smiled, that beautiful face was so touching that Qiu Shi's heart shuddered and he quickly lowered his head.

He was flustered when a series of "grunts" suddenly sounded in his stomach.

Hei Lin chuckled lightly and said, "Hungry?"

He took out several large porcelain bottles from his sleeve and stuffed them into his hands: "This is Bigu Dan. If you don't have anything to eat in the future, you can take this. This kind of white porcelain bottle can last half a month's hunger. In a black porcelain bottle, one grain will last half a year..."

Qiu Shi raised his head and stared at Hei Lin blankly.

Patriarch...

Hei Lin raised his hand and gently scratched his nose: "Go take a bath first, I will ask Fat San to bring food up."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and the sound of water came from behind the screen.

Qiu Shi got off the couch in a daze, and was dragged into the inner room by the patriarch.

The screen unfolded, and the patriarch retreated.

Qiu Shi held the pile of porcelain bottles in a daze for a long time before putting them into the Qiankun bag.

No need to think too much, when he avenges his revenge, he will definitely serve the patriarch well to repay the kindness of the patriarch.

But after he took off his robe and lay in the hot water for a while, he recalled the dreams he had had during his sleep.

Is it a dream?

Although the feeling was so clear, he even remembered the feeling of the thick thrusting into his body.

But he also remembered that he was very happy, he didn't struggle, instead he gasped and screamed in a sweet voice.

This must be a dream, spring, dream.

Didn't he do it once when he was in Chenjiacun?

But this time the dream is too real...

Qiushi held back his shame, stretched out his finger and touched the back.

Not only tight, but also painless.

Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is just dreaming.

If it was done, it wouldn't be like this.

He will never forget that time at the bottom of the Black Dragon Pool.

His back was torn open and there was blood everywhere.

After he escaped, it took a full ten days before he could walk with his legs.

Qiushi leaned against the wall of the tub, staring at the beams in a daze.

Why has he frequently had erotic dreams recently?

When he came out of the shower, the round table was already full of meals and snacks.

Brother Fat San was not there, and the patriarch sat on the stool and waited for him: "After eating, let's practice swords for a while."

Qiushi can't wait to practice sword, now that his cultivation base has increased, he wants to know how many levels he can pass this time?

Seeing him take a few mouthfuls of rice quickly and wipe his mouth, he wanted to practice his sword.

Hei Lin was quite happy.

Talented and hardworking, such Qiushi is really rare.

Hei Lin flicked his sleeves, and the room immediately became dark.

Qiu Shi pulled out his sword, and a light and shadow stabbed at him with the sword.

Qiu Shi hurriedly waved his sword to meet him.

One level, two levels...

Finally, this time he passed two more levels.In addition to the previous two levels, Qiqi 49 Form, Qiqi 49 Level, he has passed four levels and learned four forms.

When the room became bright again, Qiu Shi leaned on his sword and looked at Hei Lin out of breath: "Zu...Master..."

Hei Lin nodded: "That's right, after you build the foundation and form the alchemy, you will pass more and more tests and learn more and more moves."