I will eventually become a god.

Chapter 293: Senior Sister Meng Bewitched by Xue Jing (4K)

He looked at Xue Jing with the same cold eyes as Meng Qingjiao, without showing any emotion at all. The corner of Meng Boshan's mouth curled up in an arc that was not sure whether it was a smile or not, and nodded at Xue Jing as a greeting.

He opened the door wide, moved his majestic body to the side, and motioned Xue Jing to come in.

Xue Jing stepped into the training room, looked at his senior brother and measured his attributes with the attribute table.

The pentagonal radar chart on the dial kept changing, and soon measured the five dimensions of Meng Bo's injury.

Body: 1287
Meaning: 1166
Robbery: 1517
Saint: 285
Situation:?

"The value of [body] is 1287..."

Xue Jing's eyes moved.

More than a month ago, there was still a huge gap between him and his senior brother in terms of physical strength, but now he is almost catching up. From a numerical point of view, the difference is only about a quarter.

His growth rate is getting more and more exaggerated.

Xue Jing thought that if the two of them were to engage in pure martial arts combat now, the difference of one quarter in physical strength would not be a crushing defeat in a martial arts duel, and he still had a chance of winning.

The eldest senior brother has been immersed in martial arts for decades, and his martial arts skills are definitely better than his, but his advantage in using strength through [Zhenwu] is enough to make up for it.

Overall, Xue Jing felt that even without using the twin cheats, he was currently capable of competing with his senior brother in martial arts.

'Big Brother has long achieved the Great Perfection of Inner Cultivation, and is only one step away from leaping over the Dragon Gate. His current value is already the current limit, and it is difficult to make further progress.'

"So, 1287 is roughly the 'limit of mortals'?"

Xue Jing thought to himself.

"No...you can't calculate it that way. Everyone's physique is different, and their limits are also different. The eldest brother has an excellent physical talent, and his upper limit is much higher than that of ordinary people. The upper limit of ordinary people is probably less than one thousand."

"...Though the talent of someone who can train to the point of reaching the peak of his powers is definitely not that of an 'ordinary person'."

As soon as he entered the training room, Xue Jing saw Meng Qingjiao kneeling in the middle of the room, wearing a training suit.

With neat short hair, a pretty face and a pair of cold and clean eyes, she should be a cool and abstinent girl.

However, her devilish figure was so enchanting that even the loose training clothes that did not show her figure were stretched into a breathtaking arc, which had nothing to do with the word "abstinence" at all.

Those cold and clear beautiful eyes looked towards Xue Jing, and as always, their emotions were incomprehensible.

"Click——"

There was a sound of a door closing behind him. Xue Jing turned around and found that his senior brother Meng Boshan was not in the room, but had already left.

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

But now that things have come to this, he looked at Meng Qingjiao, smiled and greeted her, "Senior Sister Meng."

"..."Meng Qingjiao nodded at him, then moved forward slightly and patted the ground in front of him with his hand.

It seemed like he was signaling Xue Jing to sit here.

Seeing this, Xue Jing walked up to Meng Qingjiao, sat down cross-legged less than 20 centimeters away from her, and faced her.

At such a close distance, my keen sense of smell could constantly detect the subtle fragrance of Senior Sister Meng. As long as I lowered my sight a little, the World Cup, which was too conspicuous, would strongly occupy the focus of my vision.

However, Xue Jing's consciousness control ability is very strong. When he is well prepared, his mind will not be affected. He just smiled calmly and said as usual:
"Senior Sister Meng, I will start teaching you Huang Po Kung Fu from now on... I may be impolite, so please forgive me."

Meng Qingjiao reached out and touched his head, then nodded gently.

Xue Jing pondered for a moment and said, "Huang Po Kung Fu is a unique Taoist skill. It belongs to the category of ancient martial arts and places great emphasis on the cultivation of the mind. To master it, one needs a very high level of Taoist cultivation. Only after reading through many Taoist scriptures can one understand some of the mysterious things that cannot be expressed in simple words."

"I can't give you much help in this regard, you can only rely on yourself... However, you are a genius in soft power, and your level of skill in moving your Qi and moving your power is unparalleled, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. In this way, even if your Taoist cultivation is still insufficient, you should be able to forcibly imitate some of the subtle changes in the movement of power of a Taoist master..."

"Although the depth of this technique cannot be taught to you in this way, I will let you get started first. You can then study Taoism on your own to improve your practice."

As Xue Jing spoke, he put his hand on Meng Qingjiao's wrist.

I felt a delicate touch; it was a slender, soft wrist that didn't look like the wrist of a martial artist at all.

Xue Jing entered into a serious teaching mode and did not pay attention to these things. Instead, he circulated his strength, transformed it into Qi, and poured it into Meng Qingjiao's body and began to flow through her body.

He possesses the [Zhenwu] and has absolute control over his Qi. He controls the out-of-body Qi to circulate in Meng Qingjiao's body according to the Qi circulation route of Huang Po Gong, so subtle that it seems as if it is circulating in his own body.

As Huang Po Kung Fu is a health-preserving exercise, it inevitably involves some concepts of yin and yang, and the energy must pass through many sensitive parts.

Quchi, Qihai, Zhongji, Yinlian...

Meng Qingjiao's face flushed slightly, and her heart was a little moved, but when she saw Xue Jing's face, which was focused and teaching seriously, she suppressed her restlessness and concentrated on feeling the rhythm of the Qi.

The more I concentrate, the stronger the feeling becomes...

Meng Qingjiao suddenly trembled all over and her toes curled slightly.

"Senior Sister, don't move." Xue Jing reminded.

……

By the time the teaching was finished, Meng Qingjiao's body was covered with a layer of fine, fragrant sweat.

"Senior sister, are you okay?"

Xue Jing said with concern.

Because he possesses Zhenwu, he does not feel any pressure when practicing Huang Po Gong, but this may be a heavy burden for Senior Sister Meng.

Meng Qingjiao breathed slightly, glanced at Xue Jing, and suddenly leaned forward, leaning on Xue Jing's chest.

Xue Jing gently held Meng Qingjiao's shoulders with both hands, without any other movement, waiting for Meng Qingjiao to recover.

Xue Jing's martial arts realm is now very high, his body is crystal clear and almost free of filth, and with the Lv10 charm technique, he always has a natural and wonderful body fragrance.

Although he had used breath blocking to restrain the smell to the point where it could not be smelled within a few centimeters of his body, Meng Qingjiao was too close to Xue Jing at this time. After just one breath, the smell of Xue Jing filled his mouth and nose.

Then... she felt very high and took a few more puffs.

Xue Jing was originally waiting for her to regain the strength to stand up, but after a while he realized something was wrong... Why was Senior Sister Meng's breathing getting heavier?

Could it be that something went wrong with the Huang Po Kung Fu I was practicing just now?

Xue Jing's eyes turned serious. He practiced this technique by himself, and the only person he could refer to was himself...but he was not a person who could be used as a reference.

It would be terrible if Senior Sister Meng really had problems with her training.

"Sister, are you okay?"

He hurriedly pushed Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, pushed her away from his chest, and looked at her face.

Her complexion was fine, quite rosy, but for some reason her originally cold eyes had become quite blurry... as if she was a little unsatisfied.

Xue Jing hesitated and asked, "Senior Sister?"

Meng Qingjiao came to her senses after hearing this, held Xue Jing's arm with her hand, sat up straight, shook her head, and indicated that she was fine.

She took out her cell phone from her pocket, covered her lower face with it, and looked at Xue Jing dimly.

Just when Xue Jing was confused, she tapped the phone a few times and handed the screen to Xue Jing.

On it was a notebook page with three words written on it.

【continue. 】

Xue Jing asked with concern: "Can you hold on?"

Meng Qingjiao nodded, indicating that it was okay.

after awhile……

"pat-"

Meng Qingjiao fell on Xue Jing again and began to breathe heavily and deeply.

For some reason, the posture in which Senior Sister Meng fell this time was a little different... It seemed as if she was sticking closer to him.

I met him in the World Cup.

Xue Jing didn't say anything, but just held Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, looking thoughtful, no one knew what he was thinking about.

After a long while, Meng Qingjiao showed no intention of getting up. Xue Jing was about to remind her when a bang suddenly came from the door. The door was pushed open, and a pretty little girl who was just over 1.4 meters tall walked in.

Xue Jing turned around and saw that it was his little disciple Zong Shichan whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Master!"

Zong Shichan was very happy to see Xue Jing, but when he caught a glimpse of the situation in the room, he saw Meng Qingjiao nestled in Xue Jing's arms, and the two seemed to be hugging each other, and his body suddenly froze.

The little girl's happy expression turned into dissatisfaction, and she yelled like a spoiled child: "Hey~ Why is this happening? Master Meng is so cunning!"

"I want to hug Master too!"

As he said that, he rushed over and hugged Xue Jing, hanging on him like a koala.

"Hehe, Master, Chan'er misses you so much."

Zong Shichan said with a grin.

Xue Jing looked at her twice, with a puzzled look on his face: "Who are you?"

The little girl's eyes widened: "Master, have you forgotten about me?"

"I am the good little disciple Zong Shichan whom you said you would spoil for the rest of your life!"

Xue Jing said calmly: "I never said that."

Zong Shichan said angrily: "Don't you remember it?"

When Meng Qingjiao saw Zong Shichan coming, he stood up and left Xue Jing's chest, and his expression returned to its cold and cool state.

"Senior sister, let's stop here for today."

Xue Jing said.

"..."Meng Qingjiao nodded and reached out to help him tidy up the messy clothes on his chest.

Xue Jing stood up, picked up Zong Shichan who was hanging on him with one hand, and put her on the ground:
"Don't stick to me, it's hot."

Hearing this, Zong Shichan pouted and muttered, "Then how can Master Meng be so... Master is so biased."

Xue Jing smiled and rubbed her head: "Your uncle Meng is so tired from practicing martial arts that he can't stand it anymore, so he just leaned on me to rest."

Zong Shichan's eyes lit up: "Master, you haven't taught me martial arts for a long time. You must train me hard today!"

Xue Jing touched his chin and said, "Stand still."

……

Two hours later, in Xue Jing's training room.

Zong Shichan fell to the ground, sweating all over, with his butt sticking up, unable to move a finger. He gasped and looked at Xue Jing, who was two meters away from him, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Master...why are you so far away from me?"

"Shouldn't you come over and hug me now?"

Xue Jing was looking at the panel prompt of [Teaching] upgrading to Lv7. Hearing this, he looked at Zong Shichan who was lying on the floor and tilted his head and said, "Huh? No, you are sweaty all over."

Zong Shichan said angrily: "How can the fragrant sweat of a beautiful girl be considered sweat! You didn't dislike Master Meng's sweat!"

Xue Jing smiled: "You actually call yourself a beautiful girl... hehe."

Zong Shichan was immediately furious: "I am called Princess at school! Calling myself a beautiful girl is just being modest!"

As she spoke, she murmured somewhat disappointedly:

"Master, I have worked so hard... please reward me."

Xue Jing smiled, but did not continue teasing the little girl. Instead, he walked closer to her, squatted down, reached out and touched her head, and said softly:

"I know, thank you for your hard work."

As soon as the voice fell, the little girl who was lying on the ground and seemed unable to move suddenly jumped up, hugged Xue Jing, buried her head in his chest, and said with a smile:

"You've been fooled, Master! This is my way of acting like a spoiled brat!"

Xue Jing was not surprised at all. He just continued to touch her head and said with a smile: "Yes, you are so smart. I was fooled."

Zong Shichan was very satisfied. As he hugged Xue Jing, he felt as if his soul had been purified.

She likes her master the most.

……

Xue Jing stayed in the Canglong Dojo for half a day. When he returned home, the sky was already covered with a layer of night.

In the living room, Xue Wan was lying on the sofa, holding a cat in his arms, watching the crosstalk program on TV. He would laugh from time to time and rub the cat hard.

Seeing Xue Jing coming back, Xue Wan sat up and patted the seat next to him.

"Ah Jing, come here quickly."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing walked over to sit next to Xue Wan, then reached out to rescue the cat from her arms.

"What's wrong?" he inquired.

Xue Wan said dissatisfiedly: "Did you forget something?"

As she spoke, she pinched the hem of her shirt with both hands and began to lift her shirt up.

The slender and sexy waist was suddenly exposed, and the delicate vertical belly button was adorned with a ruby-like belly button stud.

"Come on, give me some."

Xue Wan urged.

Xue Jing's mouth twitched: "You did it on purpose, can't you put it another way?"

He reached out and gently touched Xue Wan's "holy mark" with a bit of discomfort.

[Divine substance detected, divinity is being absorbed...]

Xue Wan sighed with a comfortable expression, as if he had entered a hot spring in the cold winter.

"In just one month, my alienation rate has almost exceeded 30%. If you don't deal with it, I will get alienation disease."

Xue Jing frowned and said, "You are too relaxed. You can't relax just because you have a solution. If you continue like this, the alienation rate will increase faster and faster. What if I can't contact you for a few months or a year because of something?"

Xue Wan waved her hand: "I know."

It didn't take long before a prompt came from the panel.

[Divinity is absorbed]

Xue Jing glanced at the divinity column.

[Possess divinity: 1365]

This time, a total of more than 800 points of divinity were absorbed from Xue Wan, which is the current highest record, higher than the first time.

Although the harvest was huge, Xue Jing didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he spread out his palms and grabbed Xue Wan's head, squeezing it hard.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!"

Xue Wan screamed in agony.

"Remember, when I'm not around, you have to stay alert and stop the trend of alienation. You can't be indifferent."

Xue Jing said calmly.

"I know, I know!! It hurts, please let go, Master Jing!"

Xue Wan quickly slapped Xue Jing's arm, which was like an iron clamp, making a snapping sound.

……

(End of this chapter)