Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 396 Gradually Losing Myself

Wang Qiye's life is back on track.

In the morning, he followed Tan Qian and Zhu Ran, concentrating on practicing Lingxi Youbu and Yuanyue Zhan.

When the Lingxi swimming step is performed, the body moves as nimble as a fish in a stream, light and agile; when the Yuanyue Slash is swung out, the light shines like the full moon in the night sky, full of power.

He devoted himself to the practice with full concentration, constantly trying to figure out the key points of each movement, striving to master these two techniques more proficiently.

In the afternoon, Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan worked together to refine 10 furnaces of fake pills.

In the alchemy room, flames rose and the aroma of medicine filled the air. They worked in perfect harmony, carefully controlling the temperature and the amount of medicine, and every step was done meticulously.

After some effort, one batch of fake pills after another were successfully refined, and satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.

I don’t have any social engagements tonight.

A sumptuous spiritual bird banquet was set up at home, and all kinds of delicious spiritual bird dishes filled the table. Wang Qiye sat at the table, relaxed, and enjoyed this rare tranquility and delicious food.

"Son-in-law, drink this bowl of soup. It's good for your body." Shuanghua scooped a bowl of the stew that had been simmering for 8 hours and fed it to Wang Qiye spoonful by spoonful.

The aroma of the soup filled the entire room.

Duanmu Lan looked puzzled, "Wang Qiye, are you two having an affair?"

As soon as she said this, Shuanghua's hands trembled with fear and her face turned pale.

Hu Runrun lowered her head and held the bowl, pretending to be calm, but she was actually feeling uneasy.

Wang Qiye suddenly looked at Duanmu Lan with fiery eyes, and Duanmu Lan became angry for a moment.

She didn't expect that Wang Qiye dared to look at her so provocatively in front of everyone. She was at a loss for a moment, and quickly lowered her head and buried herself in the bowl.

She realized that without Lei Siyu to suppress him, he was now a little unscrupulous.

Fortunately, he still had some sense and did not go to the wrong room at night, but what if?

The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, and she never dared to provoke him again.

The atmosphere at this moment became a little subtle. Everyone had their own thoughts, and Wang Qiye's gaze seemed to carry an invisible pressure, which made Duanmu Lan feel uneasy.

Duanmu Lan had only finished half of her meal when she fled back to her room.

After she locked the door tightly, she was still worried, so she manipulated a large cabinet to prop up the entire door of the room, and only then did she feel at ease.

She leaned against the cabinet, her heart beating like a drum. Wang Qiye's fiery gaze kept appearing in her mind, and her heart was filled with panic.

After dinner, it was Wang Qiye who walked into Hu Mingyue's room on his own today.

But as soon as he came in, he felt a little regretful.

The room was filled with a familiar aroma, and the scented gauze curtains looked particularly ambiguous under the dim light.

Wang Qiye stood at the door, feeling a complex emotion in his heart.

He thought of everything that had happened before, all those desires and struggles intertwined in his heart.

He didn't know why he came here.

Is it driven by desire, or is there another reason?

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he stood there, in a dilemma.

"Snapped."

The door of the room was closed by Shuanghua, which also closed his last way of retreat.

Under Shuanghua's service, his clothes fell to the ground one by one.

Shuanghua's movements were skillful, as if all this was the most natural thing.

Finally, Shuanghua pulled him and led him onto the scented gauze tent.

The soft bed seemed to have an invisible attraction that made Wang Qiye lie on it involuntarily, not wanting to get up.

Wang Qiye's eyes were glowing red as he wandered in the scented gauze tent.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, but at this moment, desire seemed to prevail.

He held tightly to this old dream that he had never dared to think about. Feeling the warmth and softness, the fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter.

However, in this vortex of desire, his reason was constantly reminding him, making him feel a little guilty and uneasy.

But at this moment, he could no longer extricate himself and could only allow himself to sink into this boundless spring scenery.

Hu Mingyue looked at Wang Qiye with a sneer on her face, and cast a spell, and the soundproof formation lit up. "You finally got the taste of it."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, as if she had already seen through Wang Qiye.

A song of love and life began to sound from inside the scented gauze tent, and it was destined to be another absurd night.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, desire and passion are intertwined, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

……

When there was no more movement, the light of the soundproofing magic circle dimmed.

Tired and satisfied, they fell into a deep sleep and soon fell into a dream.

Hu Mingyue came over and whispered in his ear, "Master, the night is long and the time of red candles is always short. Otherwise, I will bring two more down from Qinghu Peak tomorrow and let you enjoy the whole night."

Her words were full of temptation, making it hard to resist.

Wang Qiye was struggling internally.

On the one hand, his desires were at work, longing for more women to satisfy himself;

On the other hand, his reason reminded him that such behavior was immoral.

Finally, he suppressed his desire. "Forget it, it's fine now." His voice was a little low, but revealed firmness.

After saying that, he got out of bed.

Hu Mingyue also hurriedly followed him and left the scented gauze tent.

She carefully helped Wang Qiye put on his clothes, and every move she made was full of tenderness and consideration.

After putting on clothes, Hu Mingyue sent Wang Qiye to the alchemy room as usual.

She stared at the stone door for a long time.

The stone door was like a barrier, separating her and Wang Qiye into two different worlds.

Finally, she walked briskly back to her room.

This man has successfully fallen.

If it weren't for Lei Siyu and Duanmu Lan, Wang Qiye would have already climbed to Qinghu Peak and plunged into a life of drunkenness and dream.

Wang Qiye sighed softly, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

He seemed to have convinced himself.

Only the Dan Qi and spiritual energy were left, which floated into his body under the operation of the Duckweed Water Qigong, increasing his physical strength a little bit.

The days that follow are destined to be absurd and decadent.

Wang Qiye even felt that this was the normal life that an immortal should live.

Although their pure Yin power can no longer be obtained, the wonder of the dual cultivation technique still exists.

The inner elixir of the monster would be refined ten days faster than usual after every night of dual cultivation.

He felt that his physical strength had also grown during this dual cultivation. Every night of dual cultivation was equivalent to ten days of crazy training.

However, during these seemingly indulgent days, a sense of confusion gradually arose in Wang Qiye's heart.

Did he really have to rely on dual cultivation to achieve transcendence? This question kept circling in his mind, but he could never find the answer.

Such days finally came to an end when Lei Siyu came back half a month later.

At the dinner, Lei Siyu excitedly recounted the various interesting experiences she had at Qinglei Peak.

Her eyes were bright and lively, her face was filled with a brilliant smile, and her hands were gesturing from time to time, as if those wonderful experiences were happening right before her eyes.

It was obvious from her energetic narration that she was genuinely happy and her whole body was radiating joy.

Finally, she concluded: "If I hadn't missed you, I would still be at the Qingyuan Festival, comfortably watching the wonderful performances."

Wang Qiye hugged her affectionately, his eyes full of tenderness and attachment, and said softly: "Siyu, I miss you too."

As soon as the words fell, the two couldn't help but kiss each other.

Their kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if everything around them no longer existed and the only ones in the world were them.

This was the first time the two of them kissed so deeply in public.

The kiss was so serious.

When their lips parted, the two people who had been separated for half a month, at this moment, only had each other's figures in their eyes and nothing else.

The table was filled with the spiritual bird banquet carefully prepared by Lingjingzhai. It was originally fragrant, but at this moment it seemed to have lost its appeal and was no longer sweet.

Their eyes were glued together, as if they were tightly entangled by an invisible thread, unable to separate. The laughter and clinking of glasses around them seemed to have gradually faded away, and it seemed as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

At this moment, the two of them just wanted to end the dinner immediately so that they could go back to the house and make love to their heart's content.

A burning desire burned in their hearts, a deep attachment to and eager anticipation for each other.

Every minute and every second of waiting made them feel extremely tormented.

Duanmu Lan's face had never been so gloomy and ugly. She bit the bird leg in her hand tightly, her teeth so hard that it seemed as if she wanted to crush it, and there was a chilling cold light in her eyes.

In the past, Lei Siyu was always rather arrogant and cold-tempered. She never dared or bothered to flirt with others in public.

And Wang Qiye has always taken her feelings into consideration. When they get together, he would at most put his arm around one of them, maintaining a moderate level of intimacy.

However, now, the two of them are so passionately showing their affection in this public place, as if no one is around.

Duanmu Lan felt as if her heart was being tugged at. She was really jealous and the sour feeling was unbearable for her.

Lei Siyu, who only had Wang Qiye in her eyes, was completely immersed in the joy and sweetness of reuniting with her lover. She did not notice anything unusual about her cousins ​​Duanmu Lan and Shuanghua at the dinner table.

Hu Qingyue and Shuanghua were a little panicked at first, feeling nervous and uneasy.

In the second half of the meal, I saw that Lei Siyu never looked over here, and then I realized that I had worried for nothing, so I breathed a sigh of relief.