At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Fentian struggled twice but failed to break free, so she let Niu Dingtian hold her like this. However, a faint blush appeared on her jade-like face, showing that she was quite uneasy.

"You asked me out tonight just for this?"

Fentian raised his almond-shaped eyes slightly, and after a hint of hesitation, he asked in a low voice: "Did you...did you find anything on the token?"

Niu Dingtian was moved when he heard this, and he couldn't help but stroke the hand in his hand, and said thoughtfully: "I heard that the Persian Mingjiao has a sacred object called the Holy Fire Token, which is made of a mixture of platinum, black iron and diamond sand, and its texture is extremely hard."

As he spoke, he picked up a token of the Buddha, held half of it in his hand, and used his thumb to continuously apply pressure to the other half.

Under the powerful force, the surrounding area of ​​the token seemed to be condensed into substance by the overflowing internal force, but apart from the faint flickering of flames, there was still no sign of bending.

Niu Dingtian moved the stool under his buttocks closer to the beauty, looked at her bright and lovely face, and smiled: "Is it very hard?"

"When I was trying to break it in the sea, I thought it was just ordinary fine steel and black iron. But with my current strength, even if it was ordinary black iron, it would be impossible for me to break it even a little bit."

Fentian narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

Niu Dingtian moved closer to the beauty again. Now he could feel the warmth and smoothness of her arms through her clothes.

He picked up the token and looked at it in the light on the table, his eyes sparkling, and said softly: "I also heard that there are twelve Holy Fire Tokens in total, of different lengths and sizes, seemingly transparent, but not transparent, with flames flying faintly in the tokens, and the colors changing."

"Moreover... six of the Holy Fire Orders are engraved with the essence of the lifelong martial arts forged by the Persian "Old Man in the Mountain" Huo Shan. There are also six Holy Fire Orders, which are engraved with the three major orders and five minor orders of the Ming Cult."

"It is said that the predecessor of Manichaeism was the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, and the Ming Cult in the Central Plains was introduced from Persia. If there is no accident, then this so-called World Honored One's Token is the Ming Cult's Holy Fire Token."

After that, Niu Dingtian put down the token, was silent for a moment, stared at Fentian's profile, and said seriously: "Since there are six pieces, I want to try to decipher the words and patterns on it to see if I can find out the martial arts inside."

In fact, he had already had some guesses about this token, and he had basically confirmed it since he knew that Fentian practiced the martial arts of the Great Shift of the Universe.

But no matter whether it was the Holy Fire Order or the Great Shift of the Universe, no matter how excited he was, he had been holding back and not asking since he came to Jiugong Mountain from Fentian. He just didn't want the heart of the woman in front of him, who he had won with great difficulty, to be disturbed again.

If he was too hasty, it would make him think that Niu Dingtian was going for the martial arts secrets, which would be bad.

But things are different now. Not to mention that his martial arts have greatly improved, the Sun Moon Divine Sect was officially established today, and the two of them can be considered true family members.

Niu Dingtian could not help but be tempted by the Holy Fire Tokens. If the six tokens with him were not the ones recording his martial arts, he would have planned to trick a group of experts into going to Persia to sweep the Ming Cult.

Although he didn't know the details, he knew that there was a strange martial art on it that would make the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Great Shift of the Universe difficult to resist.

It is said that the Holy Fire Token was cast by Huoshan, the "Old Man in the Mountain" in Persia, and was engraved with the essence of his lifelong martial arts. Later, the Ming Cult spread eastward and was introduced to China at the same time. It has been the talisman of the leader of the Ming Cult in China. Seeing the Holy Fire Token is like seeing the leader.

But it was lost after a certain generation of the leader, and was later passed back to the Persian Mingjiao.

The Persian Ming Cult studied the written records on the Holy Fire Order and combined them with the remaining Qiankun Great Shifting Heart Method to create a strange and bizarre martial art. Over the past few decades, the martial arts of the higher-ranking members of the Persian Ming Cult have all improved dramatically.

"You must have wanted it for a long time, right?" Fentian suddenly asked after a long silence.

After a pause, she turned her head and met Niu Dingtian's eyes. She could see her figure clearly reflected in that man's dark pupils.

After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "Now the old ancestors in the palace can't do anything to us. You are just a young man, do you think your martial arts skills are not high enough?"

Niu Dingtian's expression paused slightly. It seemed that this sharp-eyed woman really thought her boss was the best in the world.

Stroking the tender hand in his hand, Niu Dingtian whispered: "Of course I've wanted it for a long time, but I'm also afraid that you'd think too much. I finally managed to keep you here, and I'm afraid you'd run away."

Fentian's almond eyes flickered, and he asked, "If I had run away, would you have caught me back?"

There was a hint of surprise in Niu Dingtian's eyes, but he did not deny it. If she had really run away, he would have definitely caught her back.

"You really have bad intentions!" The beauty turned her head and snorted, saying with contempt: "You have waited until today to talk to me. I'm afraid you have been planning to get both money and beauty and eat the whole family of Manichaeism."

Niu Dingtian argued: "Don't slander your leader. I have been thinking about the beauty for a long time, but teaching martial arts is just a side job."

"Besides, which normal man can withstand the temptation of such a beautiful sister? I have missed you every day since we first met at sea. I wonder how happy I am that you came to Jiugong Mountain to find me."

As he spoke, he moved his left hand to his right hand, and gently put his left hand around the beauty's slender waist.

"open!"

Fentian blushed and gave Niu Dingtian an elbow: "Don't use the same method you used against your little girl against me."

"Don't let it go!"

Niu Dingtian grabbed the beauty's waist, snatched the stool, and then held her soft body in his arms, placing it on his thighs. He sniffed the faint fragrance and said with a smile: "Sister, you are talking about Rong'er."

Fentian struggled a few times in a huff, and seeing that he was getting tighter and tighter, he elbowed him in the chest again and let him hold him like this.

Holding down the two hands that were rubbing her abdomen, her plump and lovely face seemed to be covered with a layer of blush, and she hummed softly: "I didn't say that." "Do you still want the token? Go back quickly, I should go to bed, and don't pretend to be drunk in front of me in the future."

Niu Dingtian grabbed her hand with his backhand, sniffed the faint fragrance on her soft body, and whispered, "Of course I want the token. Everyone wants to improve. You must know that if you don't improve your martial arts, you will regress. The masters in this world are not as simple as the five supreme masters you see on the surface."

"There is one thing that no one else knows, that is, Wang Chongyang is not dead. I personally went to his tomb to confirm this. Although I am not afraid of him, I don't want to provoke another innate strongman, so I didn't personally take action to deal with the Quanzhen Sect today."

Upon hearing this, Fentian paused the struggling movement of his hands, and a hint of surprise flashed in his bright almond-shaped eyes.

Niu Dingtian sighed, "In our martial arts world, strength is everything. Look at how Ouyang Feng treats me with respect, and how Hong Qigong easily resolves his grievances with me. Isn't it because of our strength?"

"You can have the idea of ​​being at ease, but as the leader, I can't. I have to defend our territory, our cause, and protect you. Without strength, everything is empty talk."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, moving closer to the purple gold crown in the beauty's hair. The faint fragrance of his daughter lingered in his nose, making him a little addicted.

Hearing these words, Fentian remained silent. Feeling the attachment of the young man behind her, a hint of tenderness appeared in her almond eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "There is indeed martial arts in the token. Since Persian is rarely recognized, it has never been recognized by other Buddhas."

"But this martial art is too strange. Most of the people who practiced it before fell into the devil's way. In fact... in fact, it needs to be practiced in conjunction with the Great Shift of the Universe."

"How did you know, sister?" Niu Dingtian slowly opened his eyes and asked softly while playing with the beautiful woman's soft hands.

Fentian didn't reply, bit his lip, and asked hesitantly: "You hold me like this, what do you think I am to you?"

Niu Dingtian raised his eyebrows and said without hesitation: "Of course it's my wife! At the latest next year, I will marry you both. If you are interested, continue to be the deputy leader. If you are tired of it, go home and take good care of the children."

Bringing children...

A blush appeared on Fentian's cheeks, and he whispered, "Then put me down first."

Although Niu Dingtian was a little confused, he still reluctantly let go of her hand.

Fentian broke free from his embrace and slowly walked to the swaying candlestick. The dim candlelight shone on her jade-like face, revealing a firm and resolute look in her almond-shaped eyes.

next moment--

One piece, two pieces...layer after layer of clothes fell gently like withered petals.

Under the astonished gaze of the young man in the robe behind him, Fentian's white back gradually became visible, like flawless white jade, emitting a holy light under the candlelight.

However, on that snow-white back, as if wasting natural resources, there were densely packed patterns and characters tattooed.

In the room, the air seemed to freeze, time seemed to stop, and under the flickering candlelight, there seemed to be only that calm and brave back. Finally, the clothes fell off, leaving only a thin pair of underwear, tightly wrapped around the raised part of the jade body.

"This is the Qiankun Da Neng Yi Heart Technique that my mother tattooed for me before she passed away. I...I haven't read it all yet."

Fentian embraced the snowy peak with his arms, revealing his back, and said in a trembling voice: "There is a pen and paper on the table. You, you copy it down first, and I will translate it into Chinese for you."

You copy it down first, and I will translate it into Chinese for you... These trembling words instantly extinguished the desire rising in Niu Dingtian's eyes, and instead a warm current surged in his heart.

Silently, he came behind Fentian, staring inexplicably at the lines of characters on the snow-white skin, extending to the buttocks wrapped in underwear.

Niu Dingtian frowned, slowly raised his hand, feeling the slight trembling of the delicate body, and felt quite uncomfortable.

Tattoos in this era were not like using pain-relieving ointments in later generations. It was a completely painful process, not to mention getting a whole back tattooed.

"Are you copying or not?!"

Just when Niu Dingtian was about to greet his damn mother-in-law, a shy and angry voice brought him back to his senses.

"copy!!"

Niu Dingtian said through gritting his teeth.

Just as he was about to turn around to get paper and pen, his eyes flickered slightly, and he pointed to the bed and whispered, "It's too tiring to stand. Go lie down on the bed. I'll get a candle."

Fentianyu's face flushed red, and she hugged her snow-white arms across her chest, hesitating and not moving.

Niu Dingtian smiled, put his arm around the beautiful woman's smooth shoulders, and said softly, "You are my wife. As long as you don't want to, can I still force myself to have sex with you?"

"Then hurry up." Fentian breathed a sigh of relief and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "After you finish copying, you go back."

Niu Dingtian smiled and nodded.

Fentian saw this, and under the gaze of the young man beside him, he slowly squatted down with a red face, picked up a coat and put it on, then walked towards the bed with his head down. (End of this chapter)