Moji staggered back to the Taoist temple and saw Widow Tian alone with Xiaobao. He asked tiredly: "Sister-in-law, where is my master?"

Seeing his embarrassed look, Widow Tian was also startled. She said inexplicably: "You two have been out for three days and three nights, and you are the only one who came back."

He was very anxious when he heard that. He wandered around the mountain for a long time, but did not find any trace left by the old Taoist. He thought he might have fainted and the old Taoist might have gone back to the Taoist temple first. But he didn't know that the old Taoist didn't come back at all.

Moji rushed out of the Taoist temple again and ran all the way up the mountain. He screamed for Master all the way, and the shrill voice cut through the silent and empty valley. However, in addition to waking up the bewildered birds along the way, the deep Eagle Ridge

Nothing was found there.

Thinking of the words that Master said, facing the vast and dazzling white distance, I shed tears silently, and secretly wished in my heart: Master, have a good journey! I will definitely remember your teachings and fulfill your last wish.

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After returning to the Taoist temple with tears streaming down his face, he dug a pit nearby, buried the clothes that the Taoist had not taken away, and made a tomb to express his respect for him.

Widow Tian silently completed all this with him, deeply feeling the deep sadness in this young man's heart.

"Xiao Ji, you have to take care of your body and live well." Back at the Taoist temple, Widow Tian comforted him sadly.

Moji's heart was still immersed in the endless nostalgia for the old Taoist. He lay in Widow Tian's arms, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, and sobbed: "Sister-in-law, I regret so much that I didn't take good care of him before."

Master."

He stroked the half-grown child Moji and said to him: "Xiaoji, you are a good boy. Your master is very satisfied. The reason why he wants to leave silently may be due to his nature. This is his own choice.

One way, you should respect his choice."

Moji thought silently in her arms: When the master came, the grand master left here to wander. Is this a coincidence or a tacit understanding between the Wu sects?

Thinking like this, I gradually felt relieved.

After letting go of his longing for the old Taoist, he suddenly felt soreness all over his body. Every joint and muscle that could move seemed to be stabbed by something. Every time he moved, he would frown. He thought: Is this right?

Is it because the zhenqi that the master lost to him has not been completely absorbed by himself? Now that the master is gone, he can only rely on himself for everything.

He quickly sat cross-legged on the bed and followed the old Taoist instructions before, focusing on his Dantian and mobilizing the Qi along the veins. As he thought, every movable joint and muscle was filled with a swollen,

The feeling of full gas was bumping everywhere, stimulating every nerve like a needle prick. Once he found the root cause, he didn't have to panic, he just let it take its course and channeled the true energy in every place like veins, according to the big and small Zhou Tian.

The meridians run separately.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the Ren and Du meridians that were originally blocked had suddenly become unobstructed and smooth. He guessed that the master must have opened it for him, so he couldn't help but speed up and inject the zhenqi into his body one by one as if he was swallowing jujube.

From then on, the two places were introduced into the meridians, and suddenly I found that the true energy in my body seemed to be hundreds of times stronger. My whole body was hot and dry, my mouth was dry and my throat was itchy, and I had an urge to explode.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Widow Tian standing by his side with concern on her face. Seeing him wake up, her pretty face was full of joy and said: "Xiaoji, you finally woke up.

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Moji said bitterly: "Sister-in-law, I feel so uncomfortable." Widow Tian touched his head and it was as hot as a soldering iron. She then touched other parts of her body and it was also scorching hot. She felt panicked.

, at a loss.

Seeing the anxious look in her beautiful eyes, Moji impulsively pulled her into his arms, opened his mouth and kissed her little mouth.

Before she could react, a big tongue invaded her mouth. The hot tongue swept around the mouth, like a tongue, stirring in the mouth. The temperature of the warm and moist fluid immediately rose, and then the little clove snake was tightly squeezed.

Entangled. Widow Tian was aroused by the warmth. Following his rhythm, her love and education spread like a flame to Lao Gao.

At this moment, Moji is no longer the same person he was before. His whole body is full of desire like fire. There is no politeness or foreplay. The focus of everything is to quickly extinguish the nameless flame in his heart. His hands are ruthlessly tearing at Widow Tian's arms.

The clothes look like a prisoner who has just been released from prison. He has not touched a woman for more than ten years, and his eyes are full of longing.

At this moment, Widow Tian had already sensed something strange about Moji, but it was already too late. Her upper body was nakedly exposed in front of his eyes, and two snow-white rabbits were dancing around. But all this

Moji didn't seem to notice. His ruthless hands continued to tear her down, as if he would not stop until she was skinned into a snow-white lamb.

Widow Tian helplessly looked at Moji, who was burning with lust. She was already in full swing with him, wishing that he would shoot him immediately. She tried her best to cooperate with his movements, so soon, a gentle sheep

It just appeared.

Moji pushed her down on the bed, tore off his clothes indiscriminately, and suddenly pounced on the poor snow-white one on the bed. There was no tenderness, and barbarism was the best interpretation of this moment. Her ditch was already wet.

Braving the water, drops of water dripped out. Little Moji pushed hard into his lower body and slid in along the wet ditch. He suddenly felt a coolness like the ice and snow in July coming into his mind, as if

A drowning child suddenly grasped a life-saving straw. Little Moji squeezed in desperately, as if he wanted to squeeze Moji in together.

Widow Tian was in trouble. She seemed to feel that little Moji was different from the previous few days. Not only was the waist much thicker, but the length was also different. The cavity of the lower body was torn open, and the pain made her frown.

She wrinkled tightly, and tears fell down her cheeks like raindrops. But she didn't say a word. She knew that he was also extremely uncomfortable at this moment. Two people who are in love with each other can only be called lovers if they know each other like this.

Moji roughly moved in and out, and the burning heat all over his body made him want to stop. Only by pumping continuously could his soul be temporarily forgotten. He could only vaguely feel the hardship of Moji's movements.
Chapter completed!