Longevity begins with a negative heart

Chapter 15 Xueluo is silent
The ferocious Mie Tian Pavilion, the unpredictable traitor in the Immortal Court, and the Xuanniao clan who hated her to the core, together they were destined to die!

The question is, why is the secretary telling her this?
Aren't knives always used in the most dangerous places?

Shuhua cautiously probed: "Please give me guidance."

Lingze said slowly: "There is another way. You join the Inspectorate and help me monitor the ethics. With you here, I believe that the atmosphere in the palace will quickly improve."

The Inspectorate is safe, well-paid, prestigious, powerful, and can often show up in front of the boss. It is a good job that countless monks desperately want to get, but only the immortals from the upper realm have been able to get in.

Shuhua's heart beat wildly for a while, but then quickly calmed down.

With a fierce god like the Secretary in charge of the temple, the number of cases will definitely plummet. If you want to accumulate merit, it will be difficult to pass the establishment examination.

Furthermore, she has no connection with the Secretary, so choosing the Inspectorate will not be easy. She will definitely spend a lot of time and energy fighting with the group of immortals, which is not conducive to her practice.

She doesn't want to be just a precarious non-staff member forever, she must become a god and live forever!

Shu Hua made an instant decision and said impassionedly: "Your Majesty saved me from fire and water. How could I be greedy for life and afraid of death and hide in the palace without going out? Please also ask Your Majesty to give me a few more strong and capable colleagues to accompany me. I will You will definitely live up to the expectations of the Chairman!"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", Lingze frowned, the crystal light in his hand shattered into powder, and the rich spiritual energy dispersed.

What a waste!Shuhua didn't care to think about why he was angry, and quickly put on a pose to absorb the spiritual energy. At the same time, he did not forget to observe closely and be ready to run away if something went wrong.

However, none of the unhappiness, impatience, ridicule, and scolding that I imagined happened.

Lingze just stood there quietly, silently watching her absorb the spiritual energy.

Shuhua vaguely felt that this man looked sad, tired, and helpless, but she couldn't care less about meddling in such nosy matters. After all, nothing was as important as improving her own cultivation.

After three rounds of spiritual energy circulation, Shuhua opened his eyes and said very uneasily: "Secretary, I'm sorry, my subordinate seems to be about to break through and upgrade. Can I borrow the treasure land?"

From the Nascent Soul to the Transformation God, and since then entering the middle-level monk, it is twice as difficult to overcome the tribulation. You must ensure safety and tranquility. It would be better if you have help.

Chaomu Cliff is really suitable, after all, no one dares to go there.

As for the help, she didn't care. Anyway, she carried it alone every time.

Lingze silently made a "please" gesture.

The road to spiritual practice is long and difficult, and both spiritual breakthroughs and a destructive state of mind are indispensable.

Shuhua stumbled into a dazzling cloud.

The slender and tall man was sitting in front of the window with his back to her, playing the piano. The fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and the gentle evening breeze blew a strand of hair scattered around his temples gently flying.

Her mood went up and down along with the strand of broken hair, and finally she couldn't help but reach out her hand to help him tuck it behind his ear.

Even though we were only a foot away, we heard him yelling in a deep voice: "You are so impudent!"

She lowered her head and closed her hands, covering up her tears, then raised her head again and smiled seriously: "Isn't the Lord of Gods without anger or love? Why do you mind being taken care of by the servants? Is it just because I am a woman?"

The man stood up and left straight away.

She stood silently for a long time, then stepped forward to carefully clean the guqin and prepared to put it into the box.

The ancient artifact exuded a precious light. Her delicate fingertips touched the body of the instrument, and her tears fell on it.

She was panicked and rushed to wipe her tears, but she saw a small winter jasmine blooming in the mist.Delicate and brilliant, golden and dazzling.

The artifact has a connection with its owner, and flowers bloom instead of others. Does this mean that he doesn't actually hate her?

She burst into laughter, hugged Qin happily and chased after its owner, but she couldn't find him.

She walked between the tall and gorgeous palaces under the silver moonlight, as happy as a bird.

But they saw dark clouds covering the moon, and someone shouted loudly: "It's her! She's there! Catch her! Catch this uncultured, unruly, shameless, wretched maid!"

"You have lost the face of human cultivators and brought shame to the world of mountains and seas!"

"That is the divine king, who is so high above us that he dedicates himself to protect the safety of the three realms. As the leader of the servants, instead of serving and assisting him wholeheartedly, you have evil intentions to seduce him. How dare you!"

"Is this what your parents and elders taught you? Do you know how to pronounce and write the word Zhenjing?"

"Get out of the Shangqing Realm! You are not welcome here!"

"Get out of the Mountain and Sea Realm! Why do you have the nerve to come back? What a star of the Mountain and Sea Realm, but the shame of the Mountain and Sea Realm is almost the same!"

Shuhua was filled with grief, anger and shame, despair and dissatisfaction.

Is it wrong to fall in love with someone?
The man was unmarried and the woman was unmarried, so she never stepped in as a third party, nor took off her clothes to seduce him, or did anything excessive or immoral, nor did she delay business.

Is it just because he is a god and she is an inferior human cultivator?So her love is destined to be high-spirited, unworthy, wishful thinking, and shameless?
"Do you still imagine that he likes you, but he has been a god for many years and is used to it, so you are embarrassed to say it?"

"No, he has always been gentle and obedient, loving and ruthless. A trivial matter like yours is not worthy of his concern, and he will not speak evil words."

"Don't wait, he won't come. You are not the only outstanding servant. Others know the rules better and are more selfless than you. He will be more comfortable without you."

She finally gave up waiting.

She was alone in the dark and desolate world of the underworld, walking alone.

Her wishful thinking is the laughingstock of the three worlds, ridiculing and scorning her endlessly.

She didn't dare to show her true face, speak, or reveal her identity. Even though she was hunted by big monsters and nearly died several times, she didn't dare to seek medical treatment. She just endured it silently, huddled alone in a small, dark cave and suffered. Recuperate.

Morning, dusk and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the snow falls silently.

She was lying alone on a damp and rotten mattress, with injuries all over her body, white hair on her head, and a withered face. She had fallen from the peak of tribulation to the end of her cultivation.

"It's been 300 years and he still hasn't come. He has never asked for news about you. You have never caught his eye. Everything is just your wishful thinking."

"You really failed. What are you doing alive? You were originally a proud man of heaven and a genius in cultivation. You were about to ascend to immortality, but you fell to the point where your cultivation was completely ruined and you were riddled with injuries. You brought it upon yourself."

"You are old, ugly, poor, frustrated, stupid and down-and-out. You are like a beggar. Why do you have the nerve to show your face when we see each other again?"

"Living is too hard, it's better to just die. Anyway, no one in this world loves you, and no one cares about you. You are the most humble ant..."

Shuhua became more and more desperate, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

(End of this chapter)