Deep in the woods, people snuggled together.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wang De took the initiative to pull the topic apart and said some numb words sweetly. Bi Siyu seemed to be quite moved, and the two hugged each other and were intimate for a long time.

After a while, Bi Siyu whispered: "It's too late, my sister is still waiting for me to go back..."

Wang De smiled "sneer" and said, "Your sister, she loves Wang Gui now, and she wishes she can stick to that messy guy all day long. Hahaha, it's okay, he is my brother, let's get married, and we two families will get married in the future..."

The two of them snuggled and walked away slowly, and their voices gradually faded away.

Jing Hua breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, his body occasionally lost control. The original owner's mark seemed to disappear, but it was always a little "ghostly". He traveled through time, and his daily life was as usual, without any sense of confusion. The "original owner's mark" made an indelible contribution.

Jing Hua searched through the classics and found no similar records. Even the legendary "soul transfer and body grabbing", the original soul would disappear and it is unlikely to continue to exist.

The boy couldn't find a solution, so he could only wait and see what happened. He let go of his worries and carefully savored the conversation just now.

The previous judgment was very accurate, and the last "accident" was not simple. The two elders of the Jing family probably knew it well, but they could not bear it if they were "safe and safe".

"Transmission Fu He" is an ordinary talisman tool used to convey information. Jing Tianci was pregnant with the talisman, but did not reply to the message in time. Yao Gu and Jing Furen had never mentioned it, probably because he was afraid that his grandson would be sad.

Jing Hua pinched his eyebrows, his expression a little bitter.

The trouble is indeed here. Wang De is a fool, but his father Wang Dacheng is smart. Just now, Young Master Wang bewitched Bi Siyu, using both soft and hard, with reasonable and well-founded reasons, must be the preparatory statement.

The meaning of obedience is that Bi Siyu will take ruthless measures to deal with him later. Although Jing Hua is unwilling, her cultivation is indeed inferior to her. The two have never gained the upper hand against the training boy. If "Senior Sister Bi" really takes a desperate move, it will be very difficult to resist.

Master Yun is right next to him. The same sect will not kill him. However, the nose, face and face are bruised, and the hands and feet are damaged. How should we deal with it?

Jing Hua returned to Jing Mansion with confusion and lay down on the bed with Yi.

The two of them are not allowed to have any falsehood when practicing "real things". They don't know when the other party will take action, and they can't use messy methods. Even if they go to Yun Yong for help, without real evidence, they will only attract the reprimand of the hall master.

"Avoiding the battle but not leaving" is not a solution. He can't report every day, saying that he vomited and had diarrhea and could not practice. Jing Hua shook his head, and could not avoid the first day of the first day of the lunar month, but could not avoid the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Random evasion will only attract ridicule, and there is still a chance of victory when he rises up to face the battle.

Putting aside the practice, there are even more difficult problems for young people.

According to Wang De's words, the Wang family would not stop until they achieve their goals. Even if the Jing family was willing to give in, they could not satisfy the other party's greed. Jing Hua didn't know what the two elders had to deal with, but he had no intention of waiting for death for two lifetimes.

But the Wang family acts so arrogantly and viciously, and they still have to worry about the sect regulations. If they are weak, how should they control others first?

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The next morning, Jinghua walked straight into the front hall and found Jing Furen.

"Enjoy ordinary martial arts? Is it a wonderful move?"

Jing Furen said in surprise: "Xiaohua, you don't do martial arts, what do you do? The secular martial arts are complicated and complicated, and they are not very useful to monks. Look at Bao Hu as an example. His kung fu is perfect, but his cultivation is ordinary."

He pondered for a moment and continued to persuade: "How can all things in the world succeed? Whether it is practice, martial arts, magic weapons, or spiritual medicine, it is all about investment and gain. Even if there is a way to improve results, it is the experience summarized by countless predecessors, which will help the younger generation avoid detours."

Jing Hua was still unwilling to give up. He thought hard for a night before he came up with a way to "not be strong enough, make up for the moves", and he was not willing to give up hope easily.

"Grandpa, Master Yun once mentioned that a monk's physique and bones are far from ordinary people, and he can quickly master worldly skills. I just want to refer to one or two, and there is no other meaning."

Jing Furen smiled and said, "The Lord Yun Hall means to imitate the body of a monk and be tempered, and to clean the muscles and marrows and transform them. The unique skills that ordinary people have practiced for many years can be achieved by monks almost every day. Unfortunately, the "special skills" are basically ineffective for monks, so they can rely on taking action in the last battle.

What is still cultivation, reaction, degree and strength. These all need to be progressed step by step, and there is no way to achieve success.”

He walked to Jing Hua and patted his grandson on the shoulder.

"Xiaohua, if there is really a way to achieve success, who else is willing to practice steadily? The so-called shortcuts, there are many hidden dangers in the tricks, wouldn't you not hear the desire to achieve success and encourage the growth of seedlings? Are you worried that Bao Hu and the others will come to cause trouble? Don't worry, if you compare the test talisman, you are already above him, so don't be afraid of that reckless man. If there is really any movement, grandpa, will A Gu ignore it?"

Could it be that I slipped out last night and ran to the Wang family to listen to the wall. So I knew that Bi Siyu was passionate about love and was ready to beat me into a "pig head"?

Jing Hua complained secretly and was very worried. There is no other way now. Let’s not talk about the Wang family’s conspiracy for the time being. I can’t stand this level in front of me, so I can only “pretend to death” and delay.

"Then I will get familiar with the talismans first, and then go to Master Yun's place in a few days."

Jing Furen was not suspected of having a fraud. After a few words of advice, he ordered his servants to go to the "Guanfengtai" to take leave and go to the front to work hard.

Jing Hua returned to the backyard and nodded to the butler. After a while, more than a dozen servants came to the backyard, pulled out several thick ropes from the heights, and tied their pockets to them. The pockets were filled with stones, wooden blocks and cloth, densely packed around.

Seeing the young master's nod, the servants dispersed one after another. There was no one else in the yard. Jing Hua waved the wooden stick a few times and suddenly started roaring.

"Dugu Nine Swords!"

"Tianba Fengshou Slash!!"

"The God Thunder Demon shocked the Heavenly Demon!!!"

Unfortunately, the surroundings were silent and even the dust did not arouse any of them. The boy smiled self-deprecatingly, put on his posture, and raised his left hand slightly.

"Swish!"

The wind blade flew out quickly, cut it into half at the cloth bag in the middle. The stones and wooden blocks inside fell down one after another, and headed straight for the boy below.

Jing Hua waved the wooden stick and called "Diculing".

"Ba...b...b...b"

Three or five stones were knocked away, and the rest of the debris was smashed down, half of which fell on the boy.

Jing Hua shook his head. In his previous life, he had six sticks in a short breath and picked up stones among many miscellaneous objects. However, when it comes to the present, he is far from able to deal with Bi Siyu's fast attack.

Come again!

"Swish!Swish!Swish"

"It's so scattering!"

After knocking down more than twenty pockets in a row, Jing Hua was "hit" hundreds of times, unable to avoid all the debris. It was easy to do but difficult to do, but seeing that the "defense skills" could not be achieved, the boy felt very discouraged.

If you really compete with Bi Siyu, your current level is not satisfactory and you will definitely not be able to avoid the opponent's stick. It's okay if your hands and feet are bruised, your head and face are too red and swollen, and you must find a way to protect it.

"Swish"

The wooden stick was raised, and the boy's mind was filled with inspiration. If he only kept his head and face, would it be much simpler and more effective?

"Bang!"

Another pocket spread out, and the "hidden weapon" flew around. Jing Hua focused his energy and only defended against the miscellaneous objects coming towards his head.

"Ba! Ba"

It is indeed much easier to just keep your head. Once the scope is narrowed, it is relatively simple to deal with. After straightening out the ideas, Jing Hua immediately cheered up and continued to work hard.

"Swish!Swish!"

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

The boy was so skillful that he raised his hand and another wind blade was raised. As a result, he lost his accuracy this time, not only cut his pocket into half, but also cut several hemp ropes on it.

"Crack! Crack!"

Debris, pockets, stones, etc. fell down one after another, sprinkling the garden everywhere.

Looking at the garbage all over the ground, Jing Hua was stunned for a while.

"Come!"
Chapter completed!