Chizhou, Jiufang City Village.

Inside the martial arts field.

Fang Ark, who was entrusted by the spirit of the bookstore, gently stroked the slippery thighs of the charming woman in front of him, and stunning poems and rustic love words popped out of his mouth.

But Sister Mei's face was red with a smile and her eyes were circulating.

She was happy from the bottom of her heart.

She forgot how long it took for her to be so happy.

"Fang Lang, your poetry talent is outstanding in history and is amazing. If you go to the exam, you will definitely be the top scholar!"

"It's not my intention to pass the imperial examination. I just like to be a quiet wandering poet, wandering around the world with the people I like, traveling around the world, and enjoying the blue and white springs..."

Fang Ark touched the woman's thigh seriously, and the two chatted all night long, and Sister Mei's heart was completely filled with earthy love words.

"Meibao, do you know what my shortcomings are? It's because I lack you."

"Bao, do you know what the difference between you and the stars? The stars are in the sky, and you are in my heart!"

"precious……"

Sister Mei had never heard such explicit words before, and her mind was subjected to a strong impact.

It’s like drinking a large jar of old wine, dizzy, drunk and enjoying it.

Suddenly, Fang Ark's eyes changed slightly, and endless sadness emerged.

Sister Mei felt a little distressed: "Fang Lang, what's wrong?"

"Bao, I don't have much time left, my Lord's soul is coming back. I wanted to talk to you more deeply about life, but unfortunately, our fate may be over here."

"But, don't be sad, don't cry, I like to see you laugh, I don't want to see you cry."

"When you smile, it's beautiful."

"When tomorrow is ugly, I will leave a door for you, and let's communicate deep in our souls. I am willing to burn out the fireworks of my soul and write poems for you."

"Bao, I once had a huge wave of water, remember our promise."

Fang Ark said with deep eyes.

Sister Mei held Fang Ark's hand and her eyes were firm: "Fang Lang, tomorrow...I'll wait for you!"

...

...

"return!"

In Chuanwu Bookstore, Fang Zhou frowned and felt very uneasy.

He chose to return without hesitation.

The words just fell.

A blue smoke suddenly appeared in front of me. The wisp of blue smoke turned into a ethereal and elegant scholar like a banished immortal. However, the scholar gathered with green smoke, opened the paper fan, and nodded slightly to Fang Fang with a smile, then raised his hand, twisted his thumb and index finger like a flower blooming... to look like a heart-like look.

[This hosting is hosted by the "Wandering Poet" one of the spirits of the bookstore]

The blue smoke condensed into words and then slowly dissipated.

Wandering poet?

Fang Ark's premonition was getting stronger and stronger.

That wandering look, just a glance, you can feel a coquettish aura coming overwhelmingly.

Especially the heart-to-heart action, it seemed to be saying... Dear, give me a five-star review.

Thinking of this, Fang Ark's consciousness broke away from Chuanwu Bookstore and returned to his body.

Open your eyes and it is bright.

What I saw in front of me was a mature and charming woman with a red face.

Get it... It's a lot of smooth.

Fang Ark lowered his head and saw the palm covering the woman's white thighs.

“???”

“!!!”

this……

Fang Ao's scalp was numb, his pores were tightened, and his hands were retracted like lightning!

"Mei...Sister Mei?! Why are you here?"

The ark opens.

Bookstore hosting, what exactly did... do?!

This is what is called the safest hosting?!

Sister Mei’s reputation in the martial arts are very terrifying. She is known as the poisonous hand Rakshasa and can have a status that is not inferior to the coach of Tian in the martial arts arena.

This Sister Mei is not only supported by someone behind her, but also because of her means!

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sister Mei looked at Fang Ark whose expression changed drastically, and suddenly her face was covered with paper slap, and her whole body was trembling with a smile.

The more I look at it, the happier I feel.

"It's true!"

“It’s so interesting…”

Sister Mei stood up, her delicate and curved figure exuded a mature atmosphere. She lowered her head and leaned down, staring at the ark.

Slim fingers lift the ark's chin.

"Fang Lang, come with my sister."

The strong emotions in the woman's eyes made Fang Ark extremely confused.

What's wrong?!

The Spirit of the Bookstore... After flirting with people, do you run away?!

Even if the spirit of the house is flying, the ark is back?!

"Sister Mei, I can't do it."

Fang Ark broke free from Sister Mei’s frivolous fingers and said solemnly.

He is him, and the spirit of the bookstore is the spirit of the bookstore.

His ark is not a casual person.

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Sister doesn't care, 'The sparse shadows slant across the water, the clear water is clear, the faint fragrance floats at dusk', you give me such a good poem, I like it very much, I will definitely protect you!"

Sister Mei smiled so hard that the flowers were trembling, and her red lips couldn't help but lifted them up.

She shook her waist and left the Ark's box with satisfaction, leaving only a scent of rouge.

In the box, Fang Zhou was confused, if he remembered it correctly.

This poem...is still copied?

...

...

Mr. Zhao held the cigarette pole in his hand and sipped a sip of cigarette in his mouth. The thick smoke ejected from his nostrils.

With the other hand, he spread a small book the size of a palm, which was different from the one I read last night.

He was relishing in his sight, but he still looked up from time to time and looked at the Ark's private room.

"That woman Ye Zimei has been in Zhouzi's private room for a long time, but she has been there all night?"

"What's the matter for so long?"

Mr. Zhao took a sip of cigarette and muttered in his heart.

Last night, the servant July found him and specifically told him that Sister Mei had entered the Ark's private room.

Mr. Zhao immediately figured it out. It must be the sect leader behind Ye Zimei who took action to intercept the Hu.

"The person behind Ye Zimei should have seen the special qi cultivation technique practiced by Ark boy, so let Ye Zimei win over..."

Mr. Zhao let out a breath of smoke and shook his head.

The bloodiness that Ark showed on the fist yesterday really shocked him, but what really surprised him was the level of Qi refining shown by Ark.

The sense of qi is very solid, like the sense of qi condensed by "The Spiritual Kung Fu", but it is not very similar. It seems to be stronger in the way of refining qi than the Spiritual Kung Fu.

"Maybe Zhouzi has had some adventure, there may be a... Martial Artist behind him!"
To be continued...