Forced to cultivate immortality, I just want to get married

Chapter 96

Walking into the courtyard, it feels like stepping into another world. The red fallen leaves everywhere make a "squeaking" sound when you step on them.

From time to time, a red leaf like fire would fall down in a swirl. Shui Miaomiao caught a red leaf and played with it in his hand. If he had known earlier, he would have come here to pick up some leaves and make a bookmark together.

"Yue Shan! Yue Shan?" I called several times, but there was no response.

Are you not here?He was running around before his body even recovered.

Shui Miaomiao looked at a pavilion not far away and walked over.

I don’t know when Yueshan will come back. He sits on the stool, leaning on the railing to support his chin, and twirling the red leaves in his hands in boredom.

The breeze picked up, and the red leaves on the branches flew in the wind, reaching to the sky. The strong red color stunned Shui Miaomiao. The fallen leaves clearly symbolized death, but at this moment, they were so beautiful that they could not be looked directly at, as if a fire was about to burn the sky.

Suddenly I understood why Mr. Wu said that his sword dance form was gone. This was what Yue Shan said, the vitality missing in my dance.

He raised the red leaves in his hand and took out a long sword from Shui Yingyin. Shui Miaomiao stood up from the stool and jumped out of the pavilion, moving with the wind and dancing with the leaves.

The red leaves that are about to fall to the ground, with the help of the flowing skirts of the water, go straight up to the sky...

In Yue Shan's boudoir, under the pillow, Yun Lingzhu stayed there quietly.

There were too many capable people in the Ancient Immortal Sect, and Yue Shan did not dare to run around with the Yunling Pearl.

Yanyue in the Yunling Pearl was resting, feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power outside the house, slowly gathering and dispersing into shape, floating in the air.

Does this feel like the same race?But is it too weak? Yan Yue looked at her hand that was disappearing and appearing. Even if it was weak, it would be useful for her recovery.

Go out through the wall and look at Shui Miaomiao dancing beside the pavilion, no!she is not!Because of dancing?It seems that no one has taught Yue Shan that some things cannot be handed over to others!
"Sneeze!" Shui Miaomiao stopped and rubbed her nose, suddenly feeling a little cold.

He raised his eyes and met Yan Yue floating in the air.

It has no shadow, no feet floating in the air, and is dressed in white. What could it be?

"Ghost!" Shui Miaomiao immediately dropped the sword, turned around and ran away! With a sound, Shui Miaomiao hit the pillar of the pavilion accurately, rolled her eyes and fainted.

Yan Yue was stunned for two or three seconds when he stepped forward. He couldn't be a fool!
It doesn't matter whether he is really stupid or pretending to be stupid. He actually knows that he exists. This person cannot be kept.

Controlling Shui Miaomiao's long sword that fell aside, he struck directly at Shui Miaomiao's heart.

"This courtyard is so beautiful."

"Yeah yeah."

"Senior Sister Yueshan, where do you put these things?"

Someone or a group of people, the sword deviated from the trajectory, rubbed Shui Miaomiao's hair, inserted into the ground, and the moon turned into a point of light, returning to the Yunling Pearl.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, just put it in the warehouse over there first." Yue Shan pointed in the direction and smiled, "I'll prepare some tea for everyone."

Turning around and suppressing her smile, Yueshan clutched her still aching chest. She didn't need it before, but now that Yanyue is here, she urgently needs a private place.

Otherwise, she would not support her illness and be the first person to please everyone and obtain the right to live alone in the hospital.

What is that pavilion?The sword stuck in the ground made some noise with the wind. Let's take a closer look.

"Miaomiao!" Yue Shan hurriedly stepped forward and helped Shui Miaomiao sit up. What's going on with this forehead?
After checking, everything was normal, except that my forehead was red.

Picking up Shui Miaomiao, Yueshan stood up and looked at the long sword beside him. This was the long sword issued by Mr. Wu for practicing sword dance.

It was just a soft sword that had not been sharpened. How did it get inserted into the ground?
Pulling out the long sword, Yue Shan looked at the hair that had been blown away, frowned, and walked towards the boudoir, paused briefly, and walked towards the far away room that had not been properly tidied up.

"Um, um." Shui Miaomiao woke up in a daze and sat up on the bed. "It hurts, it hurts!" She touched her forehead lightly with her hand, and Shui Miaomiao immediately cried out.

"Of course it hurts. It's all swollen." Yue Shan, who had found the medicine, pushed Shui Miaomiao back onto the bed.

"Yueshan?"

"Well, it was me. Did I get knocked silly?" He opened the medicine bottle and was about to give Shui Miaomiao some medicine. Shui Miaomiao suddenly sat up from the bed, bumped into Yueshan's arms, and howled, "There are ghosts, there are ghosts in this courtyard." Haunted! Boo hoo hoo.”

The medicine bottle fell to the ground. Yue Shan looked at Shui Miaomiao, who was crying in her arms, dumbfounded. "How can there be a ghost? Even if there is one, we are cultivators. Can't we defeat them?"

"I can't beat him. I'm most afraid of ghosts."

"Okay." Yue Shan coaxed, "Let's apply the medicine first. Doesn't your forehead hurt?"

"It hurts." Shui Miaomiao said with a cry. "Then apply the medicine first." Lifting Shui Miaomiao's chin, Yue Shan gently applied the medicine, "My eyes are red from crying."

Shui Miaomiao's eyes were slightly red, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"I didn't expect Miaomiao to be so timid."

"Who is younger?" Shui Miaomiao stretched out her hand to count, "I am only afraid of insects, snakes and ghosts. Other times I am very bold."

Yueshan wiped the tears from the corners of Shui Miaomiao's eyes, but this was not convincing at all.

"Is it really not haunted? I saw it"

"Miaomiao." Yue Shan interrupted Shui Miaomiao's soliloquy, "I was sent to the hospital as a reward by Master for my good performance. I haven't moved in yet! You said it's haunted, what should I do in the future?"

"Well, I must have seen it wrong." Shui Miaomiao went to touch his forehead, but Yue Shan opened his hand, "The medicine is not dry yet, don't touch it."

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao put down his hand and grabbed Yue Shan's clothes. "There is no way there is a ghost. I was probably blinded by the sand blown by the wind."

Seeing that Shui Miaomiao was no longer obsessed with ghosts, Yue Shan put away the medicine bottle and showed a bit of a smile.

"By the way, let me tell you, I have found the sense of life that you said I lacked in my dance, and I will dance for you!"

"Okay." Yue Shan held Shui Miaomiao, "Wait until the swelling on your forehead subsides. Why did you come to me because of dancing?"

"No! What am I here to do?" Shui Miaomiao was stunned for two or three seconds and then slapped her forehead. "I remembered, it hurts!"

"You really don't want the swelling to go down."

Yue Shan hurriedly took Shui Miaomiao's hand and blew gently.

"It's a habit. I usually like to pat my head whenever I think of something. It's the same for everyone, but I'm just so used to it that I don't notice it."

"You're lying." Yue Shan wiped off the ointment on Shui Miaomiao's hand, "The medicine needs to be applied again, so don't scream."

"I can't guarantee it." Shui Miaomiao blinked innocently.

She really lost to Miaomiao. Yue Shan was angry and neither funny nor unhappy. She could only shake her head helplessly and opened the medicine bottle again.

"I'll put a gauze on it for you."

"It looks so ugly." Shui Miaomiao dodged.

"It's better to be ugly than to slap your forehead. Don't move." Yue Shan hugged Shui Miaomiao and forced him to put gauze on her.

Shui Miaomiao pouted, "Yueshan, you are no longer gentle, you no longer love me."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yue Shan let go of his hand, pulled away some distance, lowered his head and packed his things.

I touched the gauze on my head and saw that it was already on. What else could I do?

He took out the bookmark from Shui Yingyin and handed it to Yue Shan's eyes, "I kept my promise and came to deliver the bookmark."

Bookmark!I thought it was just a casual remark. Yue Shan raised his head and met Shui Miaomiao's sincere eyes, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"What? I don't like it." Seeing that Yueshan didn't respond for a long time, Shui Miaomiao took back his hand and said, "Whatever pattern you like, I can customize it for you."

"No." He took the bookmark from Shui Miaomiao's hand and said, "I like it very much."

"You haven't watched it yet!"

"Who said that?" Yue Shan looked at the bookmarks in his hand. There were four bookmarks in total. The picture was of a dancing person. He scanned the four bookmarks and asked, "She is dancing, this dance?" It's so magical, as if she is following it day and night. Something, that unattainable realm.

"Do you like it?" Shui Miaomiao came closer and asked. This was a painting that she imitated the Feitianwu on the Dunhuang murals after racking her brains to remember. It took a lot of effort.

"Yes, I like it." Yue Shan nodded and placed the bookmark against her heart. She was not narcissistic. The person in this painting must be herself!

The style of clothes is the way Shui Miaomiao first saw me dancing at Shiwai Lake, so does Miaomiao think I can be like this one day?Miaomiao understands me!

Yue Shan sniffed and rubbed his eyes.

Do you like this reaction?Before Shui Miaomiao could ask, Yue Shan hugged Shui Miaomiao and hugged her tightly, "Thank you, I like it, I really like it..."

(End of this chapter)