Fantasy Realization System

"That's the case, that Xiaomou doesn't leave too many Young Master Zhou and Miss Lin, Sun Gu and Chu Duan, you two will be given away."

Xiao Ning also stood up and said with a smile to Zhou Ming.

"Yes."

Xiao Chuduan and Sun Gu followed them and walked out of the hall together.

The four left, and only Xiao Ning was left in the hall of the Wu League. He frowned, tapped the side of the coffee table with his fingers, and sighed: "This person is quite deep in the city. The Xuansheng Sanqing Baodian, let it happen..."

Outside the Wumeng gate, Xiao Chuduan and Sun Gu stood still, looking at Zhou Ming and Lin Xiaowu.

"Miss Lin and Young Master Zhou, don't know when you will see each other this time, take care."

Sun Gu was indifferent and quick to speak. He punched the two of them before turning back to the Wu League.

"Miss Lin, Young Master Zhou, take care."

Xiao Chuduan glanced at Lin Xiaowu with a complicated expression, but he was free and easy, and left directly with Sun Gu.

"Let's go too."

Seeing Lin Xiaowu a little unhappy, Zhou Ming raised his hand to touch her hair, and then walked forward.

"Brother Zhou Ming, in your heart, I'm just your sister, right?"

Lin Xiaowu followed Zhou Ming with a sad expression.

Zhou Ming stopped, turned to look at Lin Xiaowu, sighed, and said, "Xiao Wu, are you treating me..."

Seeing the embarrassment in Zhou Ming's eyes, Lin Xiaowu suddenly stepped forward and took his hand, "It's nothing, let's go."

Zhou Ming felt the softness of his hands. Although he wanted to say something, he still held back. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

In the central city, a horse-drawn carriage decorated with extravagant simplicity is running between the alleys of the city. Several warriors in strong costumes are riding horses and guarding the sides.

"Old ghost, my ears are all red by you!"

On the carriage, Yi Ling rubbed her ears and stared at Yi Mu who was opposite to her angrily.

"Little ancestor, you can stop, Dad almost took this life in just now."

Yimu had nothing to do with his own daughter. He now looks like an old father coaxing her, completely devoid of the majesty of being the head of the school.

"How can it be so serious, I think it's because you are scared."

Yiling refutes Yimu Dao without relying on it.

"Hey, you have only a small internal strength, so you can't see any way. Then Zhou Ming, even if you work together for your father and the leader of Xiao, you are not necessarily his opponent."

Yimu sighed and looked helplessly at his naughty daughter.

"He is very strong, I know, but the old devil, at any rate, help me scold me a few words, but he bullied me."

Yiling thought of Zhou Ming's face and suddenly became angry. Since childhood, no one has dared to treat her this way. It is **** good to hit her with a hydrangea and then take advantage of her!

"The last two sentences?"

Yimu was really defeated by his daughter's innocence, and said frankly: "I'm not so cheeky yet, and I really want to scold a few words on the Wumeng hall, you are going to prepare a coffin for your father!"

"Old ghost, what are you talking about! If you want to leave, my mother must not let me."

Yiling looked out the window with her cheeks in her hands, the anger on her face seemed to fade a lot.

"Your mother, I really spoil you."

Yimu thought of the one at home, and his helpless eyes grew thicker.

"It's not that you are eager to marry me, otherwise I won't get any hydrangea to choose a son-in-law."

Yiling pursed her lips and muttered softly.

"I am also doing this for your own good. You are seventeen this year. In the Hongge Empire, if a woman does not marry after sixteen, she will decline. It is time for you to consider your lifelong events."

"I don't want to think about it. You brought me those brother brothers who are all fancy to the power of the Jiwu faction. None of them sincerely want to marry me. They are not as good as Zhou Ming."

Yi Ling leaned her face, staring at the scenery outside, and muttered.

"Then Zhou Ming, if he likes you, I really want to marry you, but these strong guys... well, don't talk about it."

Yimu remembered Zhou Ming's unhurried and indifferent posture, and compared it with his immature daughter. There is no comparison between the two.

"Don't run out to make trouble after you get home. If you run into today's mess again, Dad won't help you clean it up."

"Huh, I know."

"The young master of the Yun Shuang faction is coming to the Jiwu faction as a guest today. Please meet with him. Your mother arranged this marriage."

"How could she... well, I understand..."

Yi Ling lowered her head, staring at her hands steadily, without saying a word...

"Brother Zhou Ming, it will be fine when I can fly."

In the sky, Lin Xiaowu was in Zhou Ming's arms, looking at the white clouds drifting around him, and said very yearning.

Zhou Ming looked at the vast blue sky and white clouds in the distance, and said, "As long as you practice hard, you will be able to walk in the air in a short time."

"Well, Brother Zhou Ming must wait for me, when Xiao Wu flies up, we will travel everywhere together."

Lin Xiaowu had a bit of longing in her eyes, her tone was soft, and a hint of happiness appeared on her small face.

"it is good."

Zhou Ming responded with a smile, speeded up, and hurriedly crossed towards the border of the Hongge Empire.

The Hongge Empire is vast, flying all the way like Zhou Ming, even those foundation-building spiritual cultivators dare not try easily.

The source of energy and heaven and earth in a human body are limited, and the flight speed is extremely fast, but the consumption is not small. Generally, a monk in the seventh stage of the body refining realm can walk through the air, but it takes a lot of Yuanqi to fly. Ordinary cultivators in the seventh stage of the body refining realm fly for hundreds of miles, and there is no one source Qi in their body. If they want to continue flying, they need to adjust their breaths and meditate to restore the source Qi. This time is relatively long. Some monks may not be able to fully recover the Yuan Qi in half a day, and some monks want to fill up the Yuan Qi in the dantian, and it takes two hours at the shortest time.

The pros and cons of the exercises determine the time it takes for a monk to restore energy in the body. However, even if they recover Yuan Qi, physical exhaustion is inevitable. If you want to fly in the sky for a long time, you must match your body and cultivation.

Even if some spiritual practitioners want to travel long distances, they must reserve some spiritual crystals on their bodies to prevent emergencies. Of course, spiritual cultivation is more often carried out with the help of teleportation arrays for cross-regional transmission. Flying over long distances, in their eyes, this is very cost-effective and laborious.

Just like Zhou Ming, flying directly from Central City to the border, less than half an empire's distance, even some spiritual and restless flight would take more than half a day.

But Zhou Ming just relied on the strong Yuan Qi in his body, and it took a day to fly to the border of the Hongge Empire. Because his physical strength was already comparable to that of a monk in the Divine Power Realm, his physical consumption was basically negligible.

Walking through a dense forest, Zhou Ming led Lin Xiaowu to the cave on the cliff.

When the two walked into the cave, Zhou Ming saw the line of small print on the ground and wanted to reach out and erase it.

"Brother Zhou Ming, keep it as a souvenir."

Lin Xiaowu grabbed Zhou Ming and said softly.

"Okay, then keep it."

Zhou Ming nodded and took out a futon from the system backpack. He pointed to the original futon on the ground and said to Lin Xiaowu: "Sit down and tell me about your affairs in the Hongge Empire during this time."

"Ok."

Lin Xiaowu sat cross-legged in front of Zhou Ming, telling what happened after she woke up.

The night is bright and the wind is clear, and the moon and stars are rare.

When Lin Xiaowu and Zhou Ming finished talking about what she had gone through, it was the beginning of the night before she knew it.

There are several soft and bright night pearls inlaid all around, and the cave is brightly illuminated.

"That Zi Sanniang's cultivation base can't even be seen through you..."

Zhou Ming frowned and groaned slightly. Regarding what Lin Xiaowu said, he was more concerned about the Zi Sanniang and the Xuansheng Sanqing Baodian. It is said that there are very few cultivators in the Hongge Empire, but how...

He looked at Lin Xiaowu and said solemnly: "Xiao Wu, can you show me your memory?"

"Yes, yes, I'm not very proficient in the use of mental power, come on."

Lin Xiaowu flushed, raised her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

Zhou Ming was a little embarrassed at this time. He could actually ask Lin Xiaowu to share her memory at the beginning, so as to save a lot of tongue. Searching for memory is usually when two people trust each other very much, and then unconditionally share their memory ideas with the other.

He originally thought that Lin Xiaowu had just come into contact with mental power and might not be mature enough to control memory, so he didn't ask her to share memories. Now that I wanted to check her memory, I thought she would resist, but unexpectedly she agreed with one bite.

Zhou Ming stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped Lin Xiaowu's brow.

The mental power turned into a small warm current, and it dived into the sea of ​​Lin Xiaowu's knowledge. A torrent of information rushed in, and Zhou Ming used his mental power to wrap it into his brain.

During this process, Zhou Ming inevitably saw some sensitive things, such as Lin Xiaowu's past, some secrets in her heart that she didn't want to tell others, and... her current thoughts.

After a while, Zhou Ming put down his fingers, he and Lin Xiaowu opened their eyes at the same time, and the two stared at each other, the atmosphere stagnated for a while.

"Brother Zhou Ming, I..."

Lin Xiaowu's eyes flashed with inexplicable sentiment, and slowly approached Zhou Ming.

"Xiao Wu..."

When Zhou Ming looked at Lin Xiaowu's misty eyes and the tender lips that were getting closer, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot.

There was a fresh and sweet smell in the air, and the breath of the two of them was beating on each other's skin, and the traces of hotness kept beating.

For a time, the heartbeat of two people interlaced in the entire cave.

"By the way, Xiao Wu, didn't Zi Sanniang give you medicine to relieve the cold in your body? Counting the time, the ice roots in your body are about to break out."

Zhou Ming turned his head, looked at the entrance of the cave, and said suddenly.

"Zi Sanniang said that this is an aphrodisiac."

Lin Xiaowu took out a small green bottle from the storage ring in her hand, poured out a black pill, and looked directly at Zhou Ming.

When Lin Xiaowu said this, Zhou Ming felt the atmosphere was more ambiguous. He pretended to cough twice and said, "I think that Zi Sanniang didn't lie to you. This medicine can indeed relieve the cold in your body. You take the medicine first..."

Before Zhou Ming finished speaking, Lin Xiaowu wrapped his hands around his neck, and two pieces of pink softness were pasted on...

(Foresee the future, please imagine for yourself...)

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