On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

When leaving Tiansheng Palace, Ning Qingqing's mood was lighter than expected.

She hadn't had a sword for too long, and she was wobbly and a little unsteady, and she was so worried that the floating tuzi floated around her.

The floating tuzi was so fat that she spread her hands cautiously to prevent her from falling, like a huge fish fat bubble with two short tentacles.

Ning Qingqing glanced at him and couldn't help but chuckled slightly.

Futuzi lifted a pair of mung bean triangular eyes, his voice tense like a stretched iron string: "Mrs. Husband, are you okay? Are you okay? How are you?"

Don't be mad?

Ning Qingqing's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she suppressed her smile.

At this time, what people fear most is caring.

The shadow of the holy mountain quickly retreated back, she couldn't help but looked back.

The stern temples are hierarchical, and that mountain symbolizes the supreme power and dominates thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Her gaze did not stay on those temples for a moment, but went straight to the warm yellow mass behind the cliff.

That was her home...it used to be.

In the night, Yuliyuan still looks so warm, and one can't help but want to stop and stay. For her, that yard has long been a part of life, and every piece of wood is familiar with her, no matter where she lies, it is so comfortable and at ease.

She can even walk without opening her eyes at home. Sometimes I slept in a daze, and I wandered off the bed with my eyes closed, touched the side room to take a bath, and then closed my eyes and touched back to the main room, returning the messed up things to their original position as well as familiarity. It's like touching the right hand with the left hand.

In the long wooden chair in the corridor, she has lay down and lay down every section.

There is also her favorite big wooden platform. Watching the shadow of the sun and the shadow of the cloud flowing slowly on it, time always becomes very fast.

That is the home that she can portray in her mind bit by bit with her eyes closed.

After leaving, she will definitely be unaccustomed to it, but I don't know if that yard will be used without her?

"Front right," she choked up as she watched the warm light gradually move away, "I didn't want to thank Wuwang, I just hated my house."

Futuzi persuaded: "Madam must not think about suffering. Within three or five days, the Taoist will definitely drive people away and take the wife back."

Ning Qingqing looked at him in a daze, and muttered: "The envoy also thought that I was just trying to make a temper and threaten him. When he changes his mind, I will fly back, right?"

"No, no, that's not what the subordinates mean..."

Ning Qingqing interrupted his explanation: "Everyone knows that, as far as Xie Wuwang is concerned, I am an obedient pet who is called to come and go. He thinks this way, and the world is the same. Think. Right forward, don't you think so?"

"Madam wants to make a difference!" Fatty Zi thundered in front of her, a pair of mung bean eyes hung into two vertical triangles, "husband, madam, please listen to the next words! Daoist is not in appearance, in fact treats his wife. It's true."

Ning Qingqing said softly: "You don't have to comfort me."

"Daojun cares about Madam." Futuzi said, "When Madam was injured last time, didn't he give Daojun a voice?"

Ning Qingqing couldn't help feeling a little in a trance. These days, the displeasure between her and Xie Wuwang was indeed due to the sound transmission if it were to trace the root cause.

Why did the Futuzi know such a trivial thing?

Futuzi said with emotion: "On that day, the Taoist Lord received the sound transmission, and immediately changed his face. He threw down the Nanjiang Devil Corpse City that had just been breached and left, leaving the fat man alone to deal with the Devil Corpse King. It was really a shame. I have three layers of meat. I have been with Daojun for so many years, and for the first time, I saw Daojun showing the mood of a hairy boy."

Ning Qingqing laughed and said, "I must be better at self-deception than the right hand. Now even I can't fool myself, and the right hand doesn’t have to work hard to pick honey in Huanglian. I only asked the right hand, did he reply me with only a few words? After he came back, did he ever visit me? I only know that that day he promised Zhang Tianbaojiang Duling Mountain, and today he welcomed the beautiful woman with his heart as he wished."

Futuzi smiled and said, and he didn't know how to explain Xie Wuwang. He knew that Xie Wuwang hurriedly returned to the holy mountain that day, but did not go to Yuliyuan to guard Ning Qingqing. Instead, he sat alone in Qianyuan Hall for most of the day with a cold face, and then summoned the man who was waiting at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Tianbao for months.

Your heart is unpredictable!

Futuzi sighed, and squeezed his hands: "Madam, ordinary people only see the power of the Taoist king, but they don't know what weight he is carrying the world and the common people! The Taoist is in a high position, and he is destined to be unable to easily reveal his mind like ordinary people , We must be more considerate and considerate!"

She lowered her eyes, looked at the rapidly receding earth below Bo Yun, and whispered softly: "I know I'm different from his Yunni. It's my wishful thinking, but with such a husband, I want to be a couple for life. In his eyes. It's a joke, and in the eyes of the world, I am also a joke."

"Madam, this is thinking about the left." Futuzi shook his head, "In this world, absolutely no one will laugh at Madam, because that is Daojun! Who is Daojun, on cultivation status, on power, on prestige, that is. The heavens and the earth are unique! In this world, there is no one who can compare with Daojun. It is not good to say that all the people in this world, in the eyes of Daojun, which one is not waste? Is there any difference?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

Can't talk anymore.

She looked to the southeast and accelerated the speed of Yu Jian.

There are more than 7,000 miles from Tiansheng Palace to Qingcheng Mountain, and her sword can travel eight hundred miles a day, and she has to walk for many days without rest. She didn't let the floating tuzi lead her on the way.

If the Buddha teleported with her, it would only take half a day to arrive. If Xie Wuwang is, one quarter of an hour is enough.

Thinking about it this way, the heart that fell below his chest felt a little sore.

People like him shouldn't have any intersection with her.

Ning Qingqing traveled on the Jiu Day Road and arrived at Qingcheng Mountain at noon.

On the 9th, if something were to happen in Yuliyuan, it had already happened.

Ignoring the faint sadness in her heart, she cast her calm eyes on the emerald mountain.

At first glance, Mount Qingcheng knew that it was Jian Xiu's favorite place. The shape of the entire mountain was like a sword pointed directly at the sky.

Ning Qingqing thanked the Futuzi, said goodbye to him, and then fell on the mountain road, looking at the mountain gate hidden by the green wood, he hesitated not to step forward.

This is the case with cowardice near hometown.

She looked down the mountain, where the old opponent Huang Yunzong was.

Huang Yunzong was built to resemble a temple covering a wide area. When viewed from the mountain, the entire plane is unobstructed.

Ning Qingqing was surprised to find that Huang Yunzong was full of white banners, as if it were a major funeral.

Could it be that the lord died? She thought in a daze, and suddenly heard a hesitant voice behind her: "...Excuse me, are you?"

Ning Qingqing turned her head and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl standing not far away, tilting her head slightly to look at herself.

The girl was born cute and cute, her face was round, her apricot eyes were slightly red, her eyes were a little swollen, her hair curled into a ball, and she was holding a strangely large sword in her arms.

"I…"

Just as Ning Qingqing was about to answer, suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the direction of the mountain gate: "Little Junior Sister, you still know to come back."

His voice is gentle and elegant, he is the great brother of the Qingcheng Sword School, Xi Junru.

Ning Qingqing's heart jumped, and her eyes immediately became wet.

She turned her head aggrievedly and looked at the gate of the mountain.

Suddenly it was startled.

The big brother is still the elegant swordsman with the feather fan and turban, gentle and gentle. His gaze did not fall on Ning Qingqing, but at the round-faced girl holding a strange big sword on the mountain road.

"Big brother!" The girl passed Ning Qingqing like a gust of wind, and rushed in front of Xi Junru, "I found it! The death of Sangou..."

"Fuzzy." Xi Junru raised his hand and interrupted the girl.

Ning Qingqing stared at the two tall and short people blankly, her lips moved slightly, feelings intertwined in her heart.

This scene seemed to reappear in the old days, but the naughty younger sister of Qingcheng Mountain was no longer herself.

Xi Junru walked around the girl, slowly raised his eyes to look at Ning Qingqing below the twentieth-level mountain road, and said gracefully: "This Dao...hiccup!"

A gust of wind blew on the mountain road.

Qingshan swept down, and Xi Junru's enlarged face slammed into Ning Qingqing's field of vision.

"Little Qinger?!"

Xi Junru widened his eyes in disbelief, and looked up and down Ning Qingqing round and round. Ning Qingqing had lost too much weight, and he had just caught a glimpse of her, but he couldn't recognize her.

Ning Qingqing pulled out a smile: "Big brother, I'm back."

Xie Wuwang has already put an indelible mark on her. If it was the wayward Ning Qingqing, she must have been so wronged that she was crying now, but now, she is laughing.

Xi Junru lowered his face, stared at her for a while, and then asked seriously: "Dao Monarch died?"

Ning Qingqing: "..." You deserve to be a big brother.

She weakly replied: "No. I don't want him anymore."

Xi Junru nodded and didn't ask much, but said: "If you want to drink, please come to me anytime."

Ning Qingqing replied casually: "You pay for alcohol."

Xi Junru smiled softly, and then said sternly: "Impossible. I only have people."

The big brother is really that big brother.

"Let's go, go back first." Xi Junru glanced lightly at the mountain and said, "Xiao Qing'er, it's really time for you to return-it's not peaceful these days."

Ning Qingqing remembered the words of the round-faced girl with enlightenment, and his eyebrows twitched lightly: "Little Junior Sister just said, the death of the three dogs? Could it be Huangyun and the three dogs?"

The Three Dogs of Huangyun refer to the Sect Master, Sect Master's wife, and their Young Sect Master's son.

Old friends have nicknames for each other. The people of Huang Yunzong call Ning Tianxi Ning Lao She, and Ning Qingqing, who is insidious and cunning, who loves troublemaking, is called Zhu Yeqing.

Ning Qingqing still remembered that when she first got married, the big brother once mentioned the puppy, that is, the young master. It was said that he and the puppy had a drink and killed the puppy. The puppy suddenly started crying, saying that he wanted to catch Zhuyeqing with his own hands and press her to the tree to kiss her. However, Zhuyeqing was too wicked and slippery. …At that time, the music for the big brother was broken, and while the puppy was drunk, I really caught Zhu Yeqing, plucking his fangs and pressing his kiss. After the puppy woke up, he vomited overnight.

Ning Qingqing couldn't hear it at the time. She really didn't see that Coyotito secretly liked her. After all, she had been riding on his head and muddling his mouth.

Unexpectedly, when I heard the news of this man again, it was already a gap between Yin and Yang.

Senior brother Xi Junru nodded and said cautiously: "He died accidentally, the suzerain went into trouble, killed his wife and children, and then committed suicide. A few days ago, Huaiyin Mountain sent someone to talk about it, trying to force us to relocate and give up these nearby spiritual veins. Huang Yunzong refused to be the most tough, but in a blink of an eye, all the people in charge were gone, and the Huang family was left with an orphan who could not support the scene. Now the people of Huaiyin Mountain have successfully taken Huangyunzong's land."

What a coincidence!

Huaiyin Mountain is a large sect that specializes in Taoism, half of its power is distributed in the Jiangdu area, and half is entrenched in the Nanjiang Mountains to the south of Jiangdu. In terms of strength, it is no different from Kunlun.

The round-faced little sister hurriedly came forward with two packs of tears in her flushed eyes: "Big brother! I made a hole in the ground and went under the bed in the room where the accident occurred. As a result, I found one at the foot of the bed. Words written in blood, chapter!"

Little Junior Sister couldn't help crying a little. The girl's thoughts were clear at a glance, and she knew at a glance that she actually liked the victim secretly.

Xi Junru looked solemnly: "Oh? Blood, chapter?"

Since the Taoist King Xie Wuwang took power, the world has been calm, the rules are strict, and the order is in order. At least on the bright side, there will never be such bad events as murder and treasure. As for privately or in secrets...they all depend on their abilities. To settle a case, it is the evidence after all.

"The sissy sent by Huaiyin Mountain to negotiate is not just called Zhang Tianbao? He did it!" The younger sister gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "After he killed the three dogs, isn't our master the next important thing? !"

"Shut up." Xi Junru coldly said, "It's just a blood word, it's not a conclusive evidence, don't talk nonsense outside! Let's go and see the master first-eh? Xiao Qing'er?"

I saw Ning Qingqing standing still on the mountain road.

Her face was pale, her eyes flashed with two small clusters of flames, and she paused: "Zhang Tianbao."

Zhang Tianbao... Did he think that he could do whatever he wanted by giving Xie Wuwang a beauty? !