On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing watched the sun climb up the corners of the eaves, moving inch by inch into the sky.

She tilted her head hesitantly, leaning on the warm and soft jade pillars, thinking, Xie Wuwang said morning or evening that day? Did she remember the wrong day?

His words have always counted.

She stood up on the pillar, walked through the corridor barefoot, and opened the courtyard door.

It was useless to open the door, she still couldn't get out if the barrier blocked her.

Looking up along the Baiyu Mountain Road, you can see the black cornices of Qianyuan Palace. The corner of the temple that was cut by Jihuaizhou that day has been restored, and the exquisite stone carvings are as perfect as ever, but they lack the baptism of wind and rain, and they look distinct after all.

The top of the mountain is very quiet, it doesn't seem like something is wrong.

She sighed softly and returned to the courtyard in silence.

Xie Wuwang is not a turbulent person, he must be caught in an urgent matter.

She sat back down the promenade, looked at the blue sky, and said softly: "I'm not in a hurry, I don't have to rush back."

As soon as she spoke, she couldn't help raising her finger in shock and touching her lips.

She remembered the source of the recent discord with him—

After transmitting the sound to him due to injury that day, she had a nightmare. She dreamed that he was upset for her and was attacked by people in turn, covered in blood. She was so anxious that she almost threw half of her life in a dream.

When struggling to wake up, the first thing is to get the sound transmission mirror, to tell him that he is okay, don't worry.

But at this moment, the mood seems to reappear yesterday.

She was anxiously and subconsciously afraid that he would have an accident because of her worry.

That time, he didn't have an accident, but feasted at the Qianyuan Hall, leaving her behind. What about this time?

Why did she subconsciously start to worry about his safety?

After a moment of shock, a strange sense of fate grabbed her mind. Her heart throbbed in her chest, and a trace of chill crawled along the spine to the back of her head.

The strange ominous premonition made her hands and feet cold.

Xie Wuwang is extremely self-disciplined, most punctual, and even harsh. As long as he promised, he would never miss an appointment. She had never seen him miss an appointment.

Just as the sun was in the sky, scorching hot flames coldly.

"No." She clasped her hands and stood up, feeling a faint softness in her legs.

She has resentment and hatred for Xie Wuwang, but she will never think of him.

Even two hundred years ago, when he took Yun Shuimiao and forced her to run away from home, she just found a corner to hide and lick the wound silently, trying to dig him out of her heart. She didn't hate because of love, and didn't expect the sad man to die. If he had a good time with others, then she would really let him go.

With Xie Wuwang for three hundred years, he is already a part of her life. If something happens to him, it will definitely cause her pain a hundred times more than him.

She wringed her hands desperately, biting her lips with a fierce pain.

By the end of the evening, the sky and the mountain road were still deserted, and Xie Wuwang was nowhere to be seen.

She made up her mind, gathered all her spiritual power and started attacking the barrier. The target was the location where it was broken by the dragon's claws that day.

A dazzling light of spiritual power swayed out, following the trajectory of the flying dragon claws, and fell to the corner of the brand-new Qianyuan Palace.

Once, again...

Her panting became heavier.

The pale sky curtain pulled towards the west, and gradually replaced with a dark curtain sprinkled with stars.

Finally, a light of spiritual power hit the newly repaired dragon.

"boom-"

The front paws raised high by the dragon dragon were severed by the flow of spiritual power, hit the top of the Qianyuan Hall, and then rolled down towards the front of the hall.

Ning Qingqing squeezed her legs with her hands, bowed her waist, gasping for breath.

In a short time, Guo saw a chubby figure on the top of Qianyuan Palace. After a little hesitation, the figure of the fat man in blue skimmed across the mountain road lightly and heavily, and landed at the gate of Yuliyuan with a bang.

Success attracted people!

Ning Qingqing rushed to the door, and looked at the ‘Great Inspector’ next to Xie Wuwang across the barrier, and entrusted Futuzi to his right.

Futuzi's face is the most kind and kind, but his reputation outside is not good. Everyone in the world said that this fat man was the number one treacherous nephew around Daojun, a grinning tiger with a black-hearted hand, deceived and flattered himself, and specialized in quitting human affairs. Outsiders gave him the nickname "Tu Gonggong".

In fact, everyone knows that Fu Tuzi just came forward to do some inconvenient things for Xie Wuwang, and just carried the scapegoat for him.

The Futuzi in a big purple robe squeezed his hands, and made a respectful gesture.

With the head raised, it was a fat face that made one couldn't help but laugh with him. Short eyebrows are crooked, lips are red and teeth are white, and he looks happy.

His lips were moving, but after Xie Wuwang's new barrier specially set up, Ning Qingqing couldn't hear the slightest voice outside.

She asked a few words, and found that Futuzi, like her, couldn't understand the lips at all.

She subconsciously turned two circles on the spot, making a plan, raised a hand on the enchantment, slowly entered the spiritual power, and condensed a few bright white words—

"Where is Daojun"

Futuzi slowly opened his ruddy mouth, staring at these words unblinkingly, staring into a pair of cross-eyed eyes.

Ning Qingqing patted the barrier anxiously and motioned for him to answer.

After a long while, after seeing the fat man, he regained consciousness, raised a pair of small eyes, and stared at her like a ghost.

Ning Qingqing almost died of anger by him—does this fat guy need to be so stupid?

Futuzi blinked his eyes fiercely, and finally recovered.

He shook his fat hand, and placed his hand on the barrier like Ning Qingqing, trying to condense the words with his spiritual power.

He is a great monk in the Hedao period, and his spiritual power is water. I saw the condensed water wave spiritual power gushing out of his palm, falling on the barrier, and ‘poof’ dissipated at once.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing more spiritual power, and using the strength of the milk to manipulate them, trying to put it in the words.

After a while, Futuzi raised a bitter, fat face filled with fine sweat beads, and spread his hands at Ning Qingqing innocently.

Her thick rosy lips moved, and Ning Qingqing strangely understood what he was talking about this time-"The subordinates can't do it!"

Ning Qingqing stared at him suspiciously, wondering whether the old fox was playing tricks or was really unable to condense the words with his spiritual power. When he saw his thoughts, he tore off his robe and used his nails to make marks on it.

"Jiangdu"

Ning Qingqing was slightly startled.

Mount Qingcheng is located at the boundary of Jiangdu. Xie Wuwang went to Jiangdu?

After thinking for a while, she wrote again-"What do you do"

Futuzi returned extremely quickly-"accepting people"

After writing these two characters, Futuzi dropped his hands and stood aside properly, seemingly inconvenient to disclose more.

Ning Qingqing's heart beat. It turned out that Xie Wuwang was still worried about safety, so did he plan to take Master and the others to the holy mountain to see her? It seems that the situation is even more tense than she thought.

If it is so critical... Then she is still arguing with him because she is jealous, isn't it a bit too much? The things that two people worry about are not on the same level at all.

She bit her lip, nodded and thanked the Buddha, then grabbed her sleeve and folded back into the courtyard.

She didn't know that the Futuzi stared at the remnants of her handwriting for a while, then opened her mouth slightly, looking at her slender back, with shock and compassion intertwined in her eyes.

Everyone knows that Taoist Xie Wuwang's wife does not have the slightest sense of existence. He kept her only because she has been with him for many years, like his sword and his magic weapon, there is no need to throw it away. Until today, Futuzi discovered that this weak lady's ability to control spiritual power can be described as the culmination!

Didn't Taoist find that the person next to his pillow actually had this superb spiritual control method?

Futuzi rubbed the corners of his eyes, thinking of the people Daojun would pick up in Jiangdu...he dropped his huge head and sighed quietly.

Ning Qingqing didn't know how much shock she inadvertently exposed the Futuzi.

She has taken care of the Lingbao for Xie Wuwang over the years, gathering sand into a tower, and can already control her spiritual power like an arm. She didn't realize what a terrible thing this was.

Ning Qingqing went back to the courtyard, looked around, cleaned up the laurel leaves and petals that fell on the black soft soil in the middle of the courtyard, and buried them in a corner of the courtyard, and then sorted out all the small objects she casually littered in place. -Throwing things around will definitely be talked about by the bad old man.

There were three wing rooms in each of the east and west, and they were all vacant on weekdays. She simply checked it and confirmed that she did not leave any traces of her and Xie Wuwang's mischief.

After doing everything, she sat on the porch chair closest to the courtyard gate, holding back her excitement, and waiting for Xie Wuwang to take Master and the others back.

Although... Although she hasn't calmed down yet, she will stand on his side a little and be considerate for the sake of him taking over for her all the way.

This wait until dawn.

When the sun bounced out of the distant mountains to the east, Ning Qingqing suddenly had a sharp heart, and hurriedly got up from the porch chair and greeted the courtyard gate.

Just two steps out, I saw the familiar figure stepping in.

Her heart stopped beating for two beats, her expression couldn't be stretched, and the corners of her lips were raised subconsciously, and her eyes were slightly bent into crescents of expectation.

Xie Wuwang was obviously startled.

The slightly grim lip line is pressed downward.

He looked at her, his unfathomable eyes flashed slightly.

Ning Qingqing greeted him, smiled hastily at him, and then cast his gaze behind him expectantly—

She blinked.

Is she dazzled?

I saw a woman standing there.

She and her were born like five or six cents. At first glance, she thought it was her own shadow on the barrier.

The difference is that there is a plum blossom birthmark on the woman's forehead. It is red and scorching eyes. Her hands are lightly folded in front of her, her shoulders are extremely flat, slightly pressed back, and her lower jaw is slightly contained. , The look is supple.

Ning Qingqing took a step back and looked at Xie Wuwang in disbelief.

When she touched his unwavering sight, she suddenly felt a thunder crashing into her mind.

She was in the apse that day and heard Zhang Duobao, who was good at searching for beauties, said that no matter what kind of beauties could be found for him.

...He said, like the goddess of Xiyin.

…He said, Jiang Du Lingshan, it's easy to talk about.

So he went to Jiangdu to trade with Zhang Duobao.

Pay money with one hand and people with the other.