Zhou Wen is still a serious little virgin and has never even had a relationship. He has always focused on cultivation, so he has never thought about this issue.

The old man’s problem was a bit strange, but Zhou Wen still thought about it carefully and said, “A woman with small breasts.”

The old man was very happy when he heard this and said with a smile: "I just said that women with small breasts are good-looking. Women with large breasts are the same as cows. What are the good-looking things? Only those dolls that have not been weaned yet will like cows."

Although Zhou Wen did not agree with the old man's argument, he did not want to refute his meaning. The reason why he chose a woman with small breasts was because if her breasts were too big, they were not suitable for fighting and would affect the body's sense of balance.

"Young man, let me ask you again, do you like gentle women who obey and obediently, or do you like tough and unreasonable women?" When talking about women, the old man seemed to have improved a lot, and he continued to ask with great enthusiasm.

Zhou Wen thought to himself: "This old man is really weird. It's not because of his brain problems, right? Who doesn't like gentle women who obey and obediently, but instead likes an unreasonable shrew?"

Zhou Wen originally wanted to answer that he liked gentle women, but if he thought about following the old man's words, the old man's interest came, and he would be asking endlessly, but Zhou Wen was not interested in continuing to chat with the old man.

"I like stingy and unreasonable women." Zhou Wen swallowed the words to his mouth again and said against his will.

Who knew that just after Zhou Wen finished speaking, the old man slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Not bad, not bad, only those who are bold and unreasonable women are cute and interesting. Those obedient women are like dead fish. What's the fun? I didn't expect that you are young and have a good look at women..."

The old man had the intention of referring Zhou Wen as his confidant. Zhou Wen was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

"It turns out to be a madman." Zhou Wen felt more and more that the old man must have a problem with his spirit, otherwise how could he say such crazy words?

If Zhou Wen had to choose according to his own wishes, he would definitely not choose an unreasonable and stingy woman.

"Uncle, where is your home? Do you want me to take you back?" Zhou Wen really didn't want to delay, so he just wanted to send the old man quickly and find a place to have a meal before going back to play games.

The old man ignored Zhou Wen and just said to himself: "Young man, you see a woman's vision is so good, she is a talent. But you look at your poor complexion and not very good health. Your body is the capital to pick up girls. If you don't have a good body, even if you have a good vision, you will be powerless..."

"What do you mean by this? Can this also be called a good vision?" Zhou Wen now regretted agreeing to chat with the old man.

The old man said and touched his body for a while, took out a worn diary and sent it to Zhou Wen: "I think you are a good guy. You are good at my temper. There is a vital ritual. You practice according to it, which will be good for your body. As long as you can practice it, no matter how troublesome a woman is, you will have the energy to deal with it."

Zhou Wen's forehead was covered with black lines. Judging from the old man's words, it seemed that he practiced the Yuanqi technique to deal with those fierce and unreasonable women.

"Uncle, I appreciate your kindness, but I have already practiced the Yuanqi Art, so I don't need to practice other Yuanqi Art." Zhou Wen already has the Sun Shooting Art, so he is naturally not interested in other Yuanqi Art, and he doesn't think that the old man's Yuanqi Art will be very advanced.

The old man glared at Zhou Wen and said with some disdain: "Although this "True Interpretation of the Demons" is not considered a top-level Yuanqi Art, it is not comparable to your Yuanqi Art. The waste Yuanqi Art of Ju Zen is originally practiced for waste. You are a young man with vision like this, you should not practice such a waste Yuanqi Art."

"How do you know that I am practicing bitter Zen?" Zhou Wen was surprised.

The old man curled his lips and said, "Although you have a bad complexion, your skin and flesh are faintly yellow and jade-like luster, your eyes are full of energy, and your bones are thick. It is obvious that you have practiced bitter Zen, but it is just getting started. Fortunately, you have just started. If you continue to practice such a wasteful vital energy technique, it will only waste your youth and ruin your whole life."

Zhou Wen looked up and down at the old man. He hadn't seen before that such a sick old man had such a vision.

The sick and elderly man seemed to see what Zhou Wen was thinking: "Don't be stunned. This "True Interpretation of the Demon" is thousands or a hundred times better than Ku Zen. It is only stronger than any epic Yuanqi technique in the world. As long as you can practice it well, you will definitely achieve something in the future. Although it will not be invincible in the world, it is not difficult to be promoted to the epic level."

"Thank you, I'm not good at accepting such valuable things as you, I'm kind enough to accept them. If there is nothing else, I'll leave first." Zhou Wen didn't know whether the "True Interpretation of the Demon" the old man said was true or false. He had never heard of such an epic vital technique.

Not to mention whether "The True Interpretation of the Heavenly Demon" is an epic Yuanqi technique, even if it is true, Zhou Wen already has the Sun Shooting Art, so there is no need to practice "The True Interpretation of the Heavenly Demon" with unknown origin.

After saying that, Zhou Wen turned around and was about to leave. This old man was strange. He didn't want to cause so much trouble, so it would be better to leave early.

"Stop it." Zhou Wen had just turned around and heard the old man's cold shout.

Zhou Wen didn't want to pay attention to the old man anymore and wanted to leave directly, but as soon as he took a step, he felt like his body was grabbed by an invisible big hand, and he was pulled back and turned to face the old man.

The old man's turbid eyes flashed with a terrifying light, like two light bulbs.

He sat on the bench, covering his palms and coughing gently, but Zhou Wen's body seemed to be pulled by a big hand, and he could only stand in front of the old man, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled.

"Even though I, Jing Daoxian, has never been able to say no to me alive for decades." The old man stared at Zhou Wen and said coldly.

When Zhou Wen heard the three words Jing Daoxian, he felt a little familiar. After he linked these three words to the meaning represented by these three words in his memory, his face suddenly changed.

The period before the storm of the different dimensions came and the federal government was established was one of the most chaotic periods in human history. During that period, many murderous demons appeared, among which the most terrifying, terrifying and vicious one was named Jing Daoxian.

The legend about how cruel and violent Jing Daoxian is enough for a novelist to write a masterpiece of tens of millions of words, but it may not be able to record it all.
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