Chapter 235: Obscene Development -
"Huang Ting is pregnant?"
Although Song Weichen's statement made people laugh or cry, Mo Tingfeng understood immediately. It seemed that the air inside his body was separated. I haven’t done cyclic breathing for a while, so I went crazy in Huangting.
He quickly carried her to the meditation platform and waved her hand to impose a barrier on Wu Qingju.
Song Weichen's face was pale. He covered Huang Ting with his hands and knelt on the floor. He grabbed the edge of the floor with his other hand, his knuckles stretched white, obviously in pain.
"Weiwei, use the mental technique I taught you to circulate the puppet energy in your body."
"No...no...it hurts, I can't sit up..."
Song Weichen managed to spit out In just a few words, it was already a great thing for her that she didn't faint from pain, but she didn't care about the routine of "starting with the root Qi of Huang Ting's three meridians to breathe in and out, bypassing the six chakras for one cycle, every ninety-nine cycles The complicated cultivation method of "for one round".
Bewilderedly, she remembered the cold knowledge she once shared in a live broadcast when she was a "man in the middle" in the real world - the so-called mysterious and mysterious Huang Ting by practitioners is actually It is the gathering point of the solar plexus close to the cardia. This location is extremely fragile and sensitive to pain. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the gate of life.
Some martial arts practitioners will deliberately practice Huang Ting's ability to resist blows, deliberately punching here, and adding a little bit of force to make it endure, in order to prevent being hit to death in close combat.
...Is Puppet Qi now helping me practice Mingmen’s ability to withstand blows? Then I really thank you eighteen generations of ancestors.
Song Weichen thought faintly, his whole person was confused and his consciousness was no longer clear.
Another pain hit her. It really looked like Huang Ting had been punched. Her eyesight went dark and she couldn't hold on any longer. She collapsed on the ground.
“Wei Wei!”
This made Mo Tingfeng anxious. After all, he had never helped others practice before, so he was somewhat blinded when encountering this kind of situation.
He helped Song Weichen sit up and leaned in his arms. The little man's body temperature was extremely low. Looking into the Huangting, one can already feel a burning aura before touching it, both ice and fire. One can imagine her pain at this moment.
In desperation, Mo Tingfeng decided to try to help her practice.
"Wei Wei, I am injecting a magic power into your body now. Don't resist, try to let the puppet energy in your body chase this magic power."
As he said this, he helped Song Weichen upright. Making her sit cross-legged, Mo Tingfeng tapped the three acupuncture points on her back: Xinshu, Qihai, and Hunmen. Then, using his fingers as swords, a ray of gold sand-like substance penetrated from the back of her heart.
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Song Weichen felt that he was walking in a bottomless dark tunnel. Something was approaching in the darkness behind him. Countless eyes were opening and closing, and there were countless whispers in his ears that could not distinguish the contents. The edge echoes.
As long as she walked a little slower, those dense eyes would come up quickly. Each eyeball would turn very strangely, and the whispers would become more noisy and disturbing, forcing her to try her best to move towards her. Walk quickly into the dark depths.
She stumbled forward through the knee-deep water. The groundwater was as biting as ice, and her lower legs that were submerged had lost all feeling. In contrast, the air in the tunnel was extremely hot, comparable to volcanic heat. ocean.
She couldn't walk anymore. She tripped and fell into the water and couldn't get up for a long time. Her bangs stuck tightly to her forehead and she couldn't tell whether it was water or sweat. Those eyes were already close at hand, buzzing like countless bees flapping their wings, followed by ghostly whispers. This time she heard part of the content clearly.
"There is no birth and death...jumping out of the three realms...I am the only one...covering the sky...falling..."
Uh-huh!
A small golden dragon burst out of the sky, and the ghostly sound stopped abruptly.
The moment Xiaolong rushed past those eyes, all the strange eyes turned into black smoke and disappeared.
It quickly swam to Song Weichen's side, circled around her twice, gently rubbed Song Weichen's face with its snout, then took off in the air, circled around with its tail, looked at Song Weichen and nodded. , soaring forward.
Not daring to delay at all, and knowing with the hair of his head that this spiritual creature was here to help him get out of trouble, Song Weichen hurriedly struggled to get up and chased after the little dragon.
Because of this golden comfort, the endless dark tunnel no longer seemed so difficult. Soon, a yellow light appeared at the end of the tunnel. At first, Song Weichen only thought it was the glow on Xiaolong's body. As the yellow light became more and more... Sheng, her face showed excitement, she had found the exit!
The little dragon swept into the yellow light and disappeared, Song Weichen followed closely behind and jumped hard! .
“Are you awake?”
“I have completed a cycle of puppet energy. How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?”
His gentleness came from behind. With the sound of his voice, Song Weichen leaned back without hesitation and fell steadily into Mo Tingfeng's generous arms.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's like it's never hurt before."
She patted her Huang Ting position.
"You don't know, there was a moment when I felt particularly sympathetic to Mrs. Yin!"
"Mrs. Yin? What Mrs. Yin?" Mo Tingfeng looked confused.
“She is Nezha’s mother, the wife of Li Jing, the King of Pagoda. She is a character in our mythology. She gave birth to three sons. The third one is named Nezha. He is definitely the most naughty child in history. Name, it stayed in his mother's belly for three whole years. The pain during the birth was so painful that Mrs. Yin was heartbroken, but she was still a ball when she was born!" After saying this, Song Weichen lazily pushed her legs into his arms. Stretching out, he sighed in comfort.
“Now I have experienced the pain of giving birth to a mother. This is really not a job for humans. Let’s make an agreement first. From now on, forget about Nian Chen. Don’t expect me to give birth to you. "Sheng."
Mo Tingfeng was amused by her, how could he lose the incense of his descendants even though he was not paying attention.
“We’ll talk about Nianchen later.”
“Weiwei, take out the puppet and stick it to Huangting to communicate with each other and see if there are any changes?”
Song Weichen sat cross-legged again and followed his words, allowing Yu Puppet to circulate and blend with the puppet energy in his body through Huangting. After one round of breathing, there was no change at all - even the "Little Bird" and "Ao Bing" in Yu Puppet He hasn't grown up at all.
“Hey, I’m done practicing.”
Song Weichen let out a long sigh, lay back in Mo Tingfeng’s arms.
Remembering the little dragon in the endless black tunnel, Song Weichen looked envious.
“Is that little golden dragon your spiritual creature? It’s handsome and powerful, I want it too.”
"What little golden dragon?"
Song Weichen told Mo Tingfeng what he had experienced in the dream-like but not-dream situation, and he suddenly realized that his magic power could be embodied by Song Weichen, just like controlling The power of fire in the puppet turned into a Suzaku, and the power of water turned into a green dragon - maybe this was the gradual awakening of her ability to puppet the phantom spirit fetus.
After a few words of comfort and encouragement to her, the two agreed to go to the surroundings to absorb the puppet energy the next day. At the same time, they went to Sikong Mansion to visit Qin Xueying, and then asked Gu Yu to put Song Weichen to sleep.
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At night, Song Weichen had another strange dream.
In the dream, she indeed gave birth to a luminous flesh ball from Huang Ting. It gradually grew larger from Huang Ting, and then shrank to a very small size, disappearing into Yu Puppet.
“What is this?”
She hurriedly picked up Yu Puppet and looked closer, but it was just a jade pendant made of ordinary material, without any difference.
Suddenly she remembered the puppet control method that Mo Tingfeng taught her, so she once again used her left hand as a sword finger, held the puppet control with her three curved fingers, and pinched the fingers of her right hand to knead the technique, silently reciting the method in her mouth. Wave it in the air!
Poof!
With a great animation effect, Wu Qingju's cloud appeared in mid-air like a marshmallow, and then turned into an object with a pop.
Song Weichen couldn't laugh or cry. She was very familiar with this thing. It was the electric scooter that she used to commute to get off work every day when she was in the real world.
There is also a fat little yellow-haired guinea pig standing on the handlebar, with a tail like lightning, a typical copycat version of Pikachu.
When the little guinea pig saw Song Weichen, he actually raised a paw to say hello.
"Aloha! Weiwei Sama, I am your exclusive phantom! Thank you for making me so cute!"
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"Wait a minute, you say you What the hell is it?”
“I am your phantom, the phantom spirit fetus is me, I am the phantom spirit fetus~” The little fat guinea pig stretched out its fleshy paws, and it was as close as it was to the second level. Miss Song Weichen's "mother" is comparable.
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Haha, the corners of Song Weichen's mouth twitched again and again. Fortunately, it was just a dream.
Dirty words are on the lips right now...
What the hell kind of phantom is this? People’s phantoms are often mythical beasts, and they seem to be capable of destroying heaven and earth! Look at Mo Tingfeng, does he have a golden dragon? The one that still shines!
What is she! It seems that even if you are a coward, forget it! What’s going on with electric scooters! What’s going on with the fake Pikachu bouncing on the handlebars! What a mess!
We are just asking if we can at least change our appearance to something more reliable, Brother Phantom! Isn't there any copyright issue if you mess around like this? !
Outrageous!
Human beings can never imagine things beyond their own knowledge!