Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

The first time I made incense, I was a great success. I was very satisfied with smelling the fragrance. I felt that after toothpaste, I was about to reach another pinnacle in my life. I couldn't help laughing: "How is it? How about this fragrance?"

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Wen Xiang opened his eyes and saw that Taoist Wuwei had already started to sit cross-legged at some point.

His shoulders were naturally open, his spine was straight, his eyes were slightly closed, his hands were knotted under his dantian, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his calm face.

This is the standard meditation posture of Taoism.

Wen Xiang closed her mouth, and for the first time seriously and unscrupulously looked at Taoist Wuwei:
Taoist Wuwei, who closed his eyes, lost the sharp and aggressive aura of the past. It could be seen that he had been seriously injured. A long and thin scar ran across the end of his eyebrows, almost hurting his eyes.

She remembered that every time she was stared at coldly by Taoist Wuwei, she unconsciously wanted to dodge, as if her secrets had been seen through by him.

For this reason, she retaliated and put Taoist Wuwei on the steelyard, and began to criticize: the eyebrows are too rough, the nose is not strong enough, the lips are too thin, and the contours of the face are not deep enough.

Taoist Wuwei's facial features are mediocre, and he can't do anything about them. He is far worse than his junior brother Songxue Taoist. Poor review.

"Meow!" Perhaps attracted by the scent, the king suddenly appeared from outside the door. It walked to the front of the incense burner on a standard catwalk, and then lay down leisurely, with a look of satisfaction afterwards.

Wen Xiang was speechless, so he stretched out his magic claws and gave Fat Mao a full-body SPA, but the king ignored her and focused on entering meditation.

Wen Xiang, who was bored, had no choice but to let go of the king, and continued to look at Taoist Wuwei. This was the first time she had seen a Taoist practice, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This is a strong and resolute face. Although it is not as white as jade, it is better than ruddy and healthy. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on him through the window lattice. Charm.

The combination of the "ugly" facial features is also unexpectedly in harmony and pleasing to the eye, as if they were born to grow together, and even the scars on the eyebrows and eyes are overlooked.

Wen Xiang's eyes fell on Taoist Wuwei's slightly pursed lips, and in a trance, the dense breath fell on her face again, as if she had heard the sound of flowers blooming in a dream.

As the last ray of sunlight fell to the horizon, the room immediately fell into a cool darkness, smelling the fragrance as if waking up from a dream, she let out an exclamation, covered her hot face and rushed out the door.

A tube and a half of sedation incense can be burned for about an hour if it is well controlled. I don't know how long it took before Wuwei Taoist woke up from the samadhi.

This was the first time he had entered into samadhi so quickly, and this time the experience of samadhi was thoughtless and peaceful.

In the waking dream, a hot current overflowed from the dantian, steamed up the back and went straight into the forehead, and then repeated.After coming out of meditation, there is an indescribable sense of comfort all over the body, very refreshed.

Well, it smells so good, you must show filial piety to Master.

Taoist Wuwei opened his eyes and found that he was the only one left in the room. He threw off his sleeves and got up gracefully, and went out with his head held high. Well, he was hungry, and he had to eat a big problem before talking about it.

The candlelight flickered in the west wing, Taoist Wuwei didn't bother Wen Xiang, he went straight into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the stove and saw that the food was still warm, he showed a knowing smile.

The next day, Daoist Wuwei rarely got up early, and when he woke up, he rushed to the kitchen to help light the fire and make breakfast.

Seeing Wen Xiang rolling out noodles, he couldn't help joking: "Oh, you're so obedient, won't you eat soy milk and fried dough sticks today?"

Wen Xiang's face turned red, as if someone had seen through something, she slammed down the rolling pin, yelled "no more cooking", and ran away angrily.

Daoist Wuwei looked confused: What's wrong?Did I say something?Why are you so angry?

Taoist Wuwei has been on the mountain for ten years, but he can actually do any kind of work. Seeing that Wenxiang ran away, he simply made breakfast by himself.

Wen Xiang covered her face and ran back to the West Wing. After a long time of mental training, she calmed down:

Wen Xiang, Wen Xiang, although you haven't experienced hundreds of battles, at least you have seen hundreds of battles, how can you be easily taken down like a young girl who is in love?
Will it be taken down by a Taoist priest?Do you still want to lose face?

So what if he saved your life?

Even if he doesn't care about the past, so what?

So what if he helped the elder brother again?

So what if he still helps you intimidate the patriarch?

He is a Taoist priest!You will have no results!
Don't mistake gratitude for goodwill!
Yes, this is gratitude, not goodwill, gratitude not goodwill.

Wen Xiang blamed everything on the illusion that it was a half-fixed fragrance. She prepared 12 points of mental preparation before going out again.

As soon as she went out, she saw Taoist Wuwei leaning against her door, and she was so scared that she almost fell back into the house again.

Taoist Wuwei frowned: "What are you doing? Surprised?"

"Obviously you're the one scaring people, okay?" Wen Xiang immediately suppressed the commotion in his heart with arrogance.

Taoist Wuwei scanned Wen Xiang up and down with his dark and bright eyes, and Wen Xiang almost couldn't hold back when he saw Wen Xiang. In the end, he just left with a word.

"Breakfast."

Wen Xiang held his heart and followed Taoist Wuwei into the main room, and saw three steaming bowls of noodles on the Eight Immortals table, each bowl of noodles was covered with a poached egg.

The king who smelled the fragrance was already in place, and when he heard that the fragrance was coming, he started to eat immediately.

Wen Xiang smelled the noodles and ate a few more chopsticks. She had to admit that this bowl of noodles could at least be eaten, this guy still had two brushes.

But the mouth is not forgiving: "Oh, it's raining red, and the sow is on the tree."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Taoist Wuwei frowned.

"I didn't say anything, Taoist priest, why do you have time to make breakfast today?" Wen Xiang had a cute face.

"Hey, after all, the Taoist priest is staying overnight, and it is right to do some work within one's ability."

Daoist Wuwei doesn't like to work, and he likes to sleep until the sun is high, but now he said such insincere words.

Wen Xiang lowered her head and laughed "Chi Chi".

"What are you laughing at?" Being ridiculed by Wen Xiang, Taoist Wuwei became angry from embarrassment.

"Did I laugh?" Wen Xiang raised her head with an innocent face.

"You smiled."

"No-yes--, you heard it wrong." Wen Xiang lightly waved her hands, signaling that everything was a misunderstanding.

Wuwei Taoist haha.

"You don't believe me? Come here, please look at my serious and earnest face." Wen Xiang closed her eyes, raised her head, and put herself under Taoist Wuwei's nose.

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