Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 44 Immortal Fuding [For collection and recommendation ticket! 】

pain.

very painful.

Yan Ping felt his head was about to split open.

Wen Dan's pain level from Shi Haila has reached at least level eight, which is the same as the highest pain level of a pregnant woman during childbirth.

Yan Ping bared his teeth, trembling all over, tears streaming down his face.

Just now when I read Ji Huai's book, Shi Shaochuan pulled out his gallbladder. Although it looked painful, it shouldn't hurt so much!
These two people must have done this often, pulling out the gallbladder to fight the enemy or save people at every turn. The more they have experienced, the stronger their pain resistance will become.

"Ah~~~!"

Yan Ping didn't want to cry out, but the pain was too great, and suddenly a tall and plump body leaned over.

Stretching out the scallion jade fingers to gently rub Yan Ping's temples, Yan Ping gave a comfortable shudder, and while the pain was relieved, he pulled out the suet jade gallbladder with force with two fingers.

"Xiao Weiwei, thank you."

Sima Qing snorted slightly, lifted into the sky, and stood still on a dark cloud.The base of her ears became hot, and it was the first time she had such close physical contact with a man.

Yan Ping didn't know that he accidentally took Sima Qingwei's first time.

He looked at his suet jade gallbladder.

It is as moist as water, white and flawless, and has a low-key luxury beauty, like a peerless beauty with light makeup.

"Two students, what should I do?"

Yan Ping's voice pulled Ji Huaishu and Shi Shaochuan back. Although they only had a glimpse, Sima Qingwei's appearance, figure and unique temperament were still deeply imprinted in their minds, and they couldn't get rid of them.

There is such a beautiful and unique woman in the world.

Seeing the intimate contact between the woman and the young man in white just now, and the small sound of Wei Wei, the woman in black is very likely to be the lover or wife of the young man in white.

Don't see anything wrong with it, don't hear anything wrong with it, don't speak anything wrong with it, don't move anything wrong with it, don't think anything wrong with it.

The two calmed down and removed the figure of the woman from their minds.

Ji Huaishu first took a look at Yan Ping's suet jade gallbladder. With the appearance of the suet jade gallbladder, the blood cocoon stopped growing as if it had encountered a natural enemy. It was so frightened that it didn't dare to move, and buried its head like an ostrich. up.

It is worthy of being the suet jade gallbladder with the highest rank among the gallbladders.

Ji Huaishu and the two are just envious, not jealous.

Ji Huaishu bowed and said: "Thank you for your generous help. If you want to break the corpse curse, there is only one stupid way, which is to use the method of stripping cocoons to strip out the blood lines in General Wang and others one by one. There must be no trace left, otherwise It will be in vain.”

Yan Ping frowned slightly, looking at the eighteen heroic spirits wrapped in blood cocoons.

This amount of work is a bit large, it is like performing eighteen high-precision surgical operations.

"Little Weiwei." Yan Ping shouted.

A black suit fell, hanging behind Yan Ping.

Sima Qing took a slight look at the three hanging pieces, and slowly spun the writing gallbladders blooming with soft light of white jade, and said: "I and the big carp will wait for you in front."

Sima Qingwei Yukong left, returned to the spirit boat and continued to swim in the river with the big carp.

Yan Ping stayed and joined Ji Huaishu and Shi Shaochuan's surgery team, and began a long and difficult process of peeling off cocoons.

half a month.

The three of Yan Ping did not eat or sleep, and worked continuously for half a month before they were able to completely strip the blood lines from the eighteen heroic spirits.

"Successful, we succeeded." Shi Shaochuan shouted excitedly, his tense mind relaxed, and his body fell backwards, and the woman who had been guarding him for a long time hurried forward to hold him.

Yan Ping and Ji Huaishu were also carried down by two women.

The three women are all nobles who went to the Dahe Dynasty to take refuge.

In order to fight for such an opportunity to help and take care of the monks of the academy, the women on the eight passenger ships almost lost their minds.

In the end, it was decided to use appearance, figure, and talent as the evaluation criteria. After being selected by the people on board, nine women with outstanding appearance and excellent figure were successfully selected to take turns to take care of the three of them, wipe their sweat and feed them.

"You guys, what do you want to do?"

Yan Ping screamed, subconsciously covered his naked lower body with his hands, and looked helplessly at the three young ladies who suddenly walked in and relieved Luo Yi.

The young lady was taken aback by Yan Ping's reaction, and said: "My lord, the three concubines are here to bathe and change your clothes for you. Don't worry, my lord, no one is forcing us, we are all voluntary!"

The young lady who spoke had a shy face, and secretly glanced at Yan Ping's lower body.

"Go out, I can do it myself."

Yan Ping ruthlessly rejected the three beautiful young ladies. He knew that as long as he didn't speak, he would be able to sleep with the three beautiful and tall young ladies tonight, and his long sword could also take this opportunity to strike see red.

But what appeared in his mind at this time was the figures of Liu Yao and Sima Qingwei.

So far, the only woman who moved his heart.

"My lord, is it so unbearable for three concubines?"

"The concubine and the three of them only want to have a good night with the son, and nothing else."

The three young ladies were on the verge of weeping, with tears in their eyes, and looked at Yan Ping with resentment.

Yan Ping said ruthlessly: "Three sisters, you are going to get married after all. The ones who carry the big sedan chairs are ladies from all walks of life, and they are perfect."

"If it's just because I saved you, or because I saw a Confucian monk like me, I had an impulsive thought that I shouldn't have, it's unnecessary."

"But, but the sisters, and the people on board all know that we are coming to recommend pillow mats to the young master. If the young master drives us away, how can we hold our heads up in front of others!"

Yan Ping had a headache.

He sighed and said, "Then you stay here and wipe my back, don't think about anything else."

The three young ladies breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid of being kicked out by Yan Ping. If they were really kicked out, they might have to throw themselves into the river in the face of rumors.

Yan Ping also thought of this before his heart softened.

No sleep for one night.

Yan Ping gave up the bed to the three young ladies and slept on the floor by himself.

Spring dream has no trace.

Last night he dreamed of Liu Yao and Sima Qingwei, and then his pants became wet.

With a twist of sword energy, the corpse was wiped out.

After taking a shower and changing into new pants, Yan Ping went out to meet Ji Huaishu and Shi Shaochuan.

"Emperor."

"Emperor."

The people on the boat knelt on the whole deck, some were alone, and some dragged the whole family to kneel on the deck and saluted.

These people are all yellow and thin, with ragged clothes, and none of them are healthy.

A thin little boy in ragged clothes ran over, holding a pancake in his thin hand, "Brother, eat pancake."

"Thank you." Yan Ping squatted down, not too dirty, took the pancake, and chewed it.

"Big Brother, Hei Qiu will also be a scholar like you in the future, slaying demons and protecting the villagers."

Yan Ping smiled and touched the little boy's head.

"Then you have to study hard."

A wisp of golden Wenyun overflowed from Yan Ping's fingertips and sank into the little boy's body.

The fairy caresses the top.

With such ambition at a young age, Yan Ping doesn't mind helping.

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