C6 Practice Fist Techniques.

The temperature of Jian Hongling's body rose, her pretty face flushed red, but she let out dull groans of pain.

"What's wrong?"

Jian Wushuang was shocked. He thought Jian Hongling was in the process of expelling the toxins.

Jian Hongling's eyelashes trembled and her breath was scorching hot. Not only her face, but even her arms and neck were suffused with a faint pink hue.

When she opened her eyes, her clear and cold eyes were watery. Jian Wushuang was stunned by what he saw. Jian Hongling said with a tearful voice, "You, hurry up and leave, I'm being controlled by the Fantasy Poison!"

Could it be that the Moon Essence could not dispel the poison at all? Jian Wushuang's expression changed and he quickly asked, "Is my internal energy not enough?"

Jian Wushuang clenched his teeth. Ignoring the exhaustion in his body, he sped up the speed at which his inner force was transferred.

Once the cold inner strength entered her body, Jian Hongling's mind suddenly cleared. She pushed Jian Wushuang away and said while gasping, "Jian Wushuang, you, you go first! I've fallen into an illusion, and if you stay here, you will harm me! "

Illusion realm?

Jian Wushuang was stunned as he looked at the flustered Jian Hongling on the bed. With such a beauty right in front of him, even if she were a man, he wouldn't be able to stand it.

But in the end, his reason prevailed. He knew that if he took advantage of this moment to take Jian Hongling's chastity, she would never forgive herself.

"Take care."

Jian Wushuang quickly retracted his hand, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, the moment he let go of her, the Moon Essence in Jian Hongling's body immediately turned into water without any source. Under the concentrated explosion of the illusionary poison, it quickly dissipated.

Her jade legs were tightly entwined, and Jian Hongling's face was flushed red. She could not control herself!

Jian Wushuang put his hand on the door and opened it, pretending that he couldn't hear the endless moaning and mumbling behind him.

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Jian Wushuang fled back to his courtyard and finally let out a sigh of relief. At a critical moment, it was fortunate that he had made such a strong showing or else he would have made an irreparable mistake.

"After this incident, I don't know if Hongling will still pay attention to me, but the next time we meet, it will definitely be awkward."

Jian Wushuang shook his head. For the time being, he didn't want to think about this troublesome question. When a car arrives at the mountain, there would be a path. Let nature take its course!

Walking into the yard, Jian Wushuang glanced at the impoverished figure sitting under the treetop and secretly let out a sigh of relief. His father was alright indeed, he had really returned to three months ago!

Looking at the despondent figure, Jian Wushuang's happy eyes flashed with a trace of helplessness. This was a degenerate man in a grey robe with unshaven beard, empty eyes and no sense of focus, as if he had lost his soul. He held onto the wine jar with one hand and gulped the wine with his head raised. He was Jian Wushuang's father, Jian Qingyun.

Seeing that his son had returned, Jian Qingyun wiped the wine stains from his mouth and said lightly: "The food is in the house, go eat. If you want it to be cold, then heat it up!"

Jian Wushuang nodded and walked into the room.

"Although father never said it before, I know that he became like this because of that woman! I wonder how that woman could be so heartless, to think that she did not visit us father and son even once in the past ten years! "

The food on the table was all meat and vegetables. It was alright, but Jian Wushuang's mouth tasted like wax. His mind was filled with thoughts about that woman, his mother.

"I don't have such a heartless mother!"

Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth. He had once peeked at a painting that was treasured by Jian Qingyun, and on the painting, there was a magnificent woman in a golden silk robe. She had a proud and sharp temperament, like a sharp blade that could pierce through paper." Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth, and had once peeked at a painting that was treasured by Jian Qingyun.

In the past fourteen years, the only person he had been relying on was his father. Without a mother, how could he recognize her?!

From Jian Qingyun's daily mumbling when he was drunk, Jian Wushuang knew that his mother didn't die, only left the father and son. It was enough to know this, because she, a man who drank all day in this world, and a poor child who had no mother to love!

In the blink of an eye, fourteen years passed!

As time passed, Jian Wushuang's heart gradually changed from hope to disappointment. Now, with despair, he no longer had any illusions about that woman!

She won't come back!

After casually eating the rice in the bowl, Jian Wushuang's eyes turned a little red. He forced himself to put on a brave front, clenched his fists and said: "Maybe your identity is so noble that I can't even imagine it, so you can look down on us father and son.

But one day, I will demand justice from you, and I will do my best to stand at a higher position than you. I will only tell you one thing, you are not worthy of being a wife, you are not fit to be a mother! "

After cleaning up the dishes, Jian Wushuang immediately returned to his room. He sat cross-legged on his bed and began to cultivate. He had to cherish every inch of time.

Strength! Jian Wushuang had never yearned for strength so much before!

"Hmm?"

After a while, Jian Wushuang frowned.

"Sure enough, without the moonlight, my cultivation speed is much slower. Although I can enter a perfect meditation state anytime now, but in terms of purity, Vital Energy of Heaven and Earth can't compare to Moon Essence, so I might as well cultivate inner qi at night!"

For efficiency's sake, Jian Wushuang jumped down from the bed, pushed open the door and came to the yard. He couldn't practice Qi, he was prepared to practice fist arts!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Jian Wushuang did not circulate his inner strength, but only relied on his physical body to practice the Morning Fist, this way he could understand the minute details of the Morning Fist.

"The sun is about to rise in the east!"

"The first glimmer of dawn!"

"Rising Dawn!"

"Full of life!"

"Everything is back to life!"

"The sun rises from the east!"

In one breath, Jian Wushuang completed the Fist Methods. He panted slightly, but his eyes revealed joy.

Relying on his amazing talent in sensing, he was confident that this set of Morning Fist Technique was practiced to perfection, without the slightest flaw.

It was unknown when Jian Qingyun turned his head around and finished observing Jian Wushuang's Fist Methods practice with squinted eyes. At this moment, seeing Jian Wushuang's satisfied expression, Jian Qingyun coldly snorted and said: "He only has looks!"

"What's with the appearance?"

In the outside world, everyone thought that Jian Qingyun was a complete alcoholic too. The shame of Jian Family, but Jian Wushuang knew that his father was not that simple. He had an incomparably glorious past!

However, Jian Wushuang was not convinced by the fact that Jian Qingyun had said that his Fist Methods was merely for show. He believed that his Fist Methods had already reached its peak and there was no longer any room for improvement.

"What's the name of this set of Fist Methods?" Jian Qingyun asked indifferently.

"The Morning Fist."

Jian Wushuang's face was filled with curiosity. This kind of question was needless to ask, as every disciple of Jian Family had learned this Morning Fist before, so it could be said that everyone knew about it.

"Where is the morning sun?!"

Jian Qingyun drank all the wine in the pot in one go and asked loudly.

At this moment, Jian Qingyun's depressed appearance seemed to have faded away, and a sharp light shone between his brows, causing people to be fearful of him.

"Where is the morning sun?"

Jian Wushuang repeated with a frown, he was a little confused.

"Whatever, you'll wake up early tomorrow and head to the peak of Back Hill. If you still do not comprehend it, then there will be no fate for you."

Jian Qingyun sighed and staggered back into the house with the wine jar in his arms.