On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

He said he missed her.

It goes without saying what he missed her.

She has a face that resembles the goddess in the legend, and a good figure that he can't put it down, because she loves him so badly, so the bed can always greatly satisfy his desire to conquer.

Although he will not remember her for ten and a half months when he gets busy, as long as he returns to Yuliyuan, he will always hold her toss day and night. He indulges her very much in trivial matters, and is willing to say soft words to coax her when he is satisfied and lazy.

She mistaken it for love.

Ning Qingqing slowly raised his eyes from his arms and searched for his eyes blankly.

"Do you love me?" she asked persistently, "Have you ever loved me?"

Her small face was reflected in his deep cold eyes, pale and fragile.

His eyes became colder, but his smile was more gentle than before.

"A Qing wants to listen to lies?"

The voice is slightly dumb, making the ears numb even more.

But the meaning of the words is to freeze people into ice.

The breath that supported Ning Qingqing suddenly dissipated. She collapsed in the soft Yunsi quilt, her loose eyes followed his cool lips all the way down, across the hard and beautiful jaw line, and climbed over the bulge. His Adam's apple fell under the invisible placket.

There is a strong and hot chest hidden there, and there is clearly a beating heart inside. How can he be an unintentional person?

"Don't love, right?" She was reluctant.

The aura on his body became colder, staring at her for a while, and his patience was exhausted.

"Put away thoughts you shouldn't have."

He walked away without saying when he would return next time.

Ning Qingqing fixedly looked at the top of the tent.

The warm light of the spiritual wood is moisturizing her body and repairing her injuries. With the breath, it sinks into her lungs, but it can't stop the snow that is falling in her heart.

The rustling, rustling, falling inch by inch, I don't know if it is snow, or the heart that is broken into ashes.

He finally pierced everything cruelly.

Is she to blame? Before he traveled last time, they had a very sweet time together. The scene of her lying on the big wooden platform with his fingers still basking in the sun is still vivid, and she rolled on him from time to time and smiled at him. The sunlight reflected in his black eyes, lazily glowing with infinite indulgence and pampering.

The sun was so good that day, she would be proud of her pampering.

She forgot that it was an offense to the Taoist monarch who was watching the world.

Delusion to control him.

She had such signs, and he immediately beat her back to her original form.

Ning Qingqing took a long breath, and two lines of tears flowed down the corners of her eyes into the sockets of her ears.

Xie Wuwang didn't say everything. He missed a sentence-"See where you are."

Perhaps this was the last trace of face he left for her, for the sake of the friendship of the bed.

His name is Taolu, but he is actually a sparrow raised in the courtyard.

If she doesn't love him, she can naturally smile like an ordinary concubine, coaxing him with sweet words, asking for some resources, spiritual treasures, and even power from him, and each other needs to get what he needs, and it is happy.

However, she loves him. Having been with him for three hundred years, she never asked him for any benefits. Every time he came back, she would personally make some weird snacks for him, and carefully take care of his vestments and swords for him. , His magic weapon. The spirit weapons of others have been used for a long time, and their spiritual power has become weaker and weaker, but his things are different. She has taken care of them, and their spiritual power has only increased.

She is not very talented in her practice. She couldn't keep up with his footsteps and fight side by side with him for a while, but she also did what she could and gave her wholeheartedly... Is this wrong?

She thought that they were different from others.

"Rainy, rusty."

Ning Qingqing's scattered eyes slowly gathered. It is not an illusion in the ear, but a mushroom placed under the window shaking its hat.

It is a very beautiful mushroom, a beautiful jade-like fungus cap, a flexible and transparent rod, under the spiritual soil of the jade basin, there are countless strands of neat and dense, jade-like mycelium.

It has been raised a little fat, and the whole body is shiny and translucent, and you can see that it is being taken care of by the owner.

This was a gift Xie Wuwang gave her when she was newly married. She haunted him and asked him to irrigate and nurture this mushroom with spiritual energy on a regular basis. In such trivial matters, he has never been stunned by her. As time passed, he got used to it, and he would come back to feed the mushrooms unimpeded on the day of the month.

It's like two people nurturing the seeds of love together.

There is a half-round quarter moon hanging in the sky today.

If there are no accidents, Xie Wuwang will return after seven or eight days.

He has already had a showdown to her completely. Love is not there. If she wants to stay by his side and be spoiled by him, she has to clean up her emotions during this period of time, from then on to recognize the reality, keep her duty, and don't try to control his Unpredictable king's heart. If he pleases him, maybe in the days to come, he will, as always, only spoil her.

Pretty good, isn't it? Such days have already envied others.

Ning Qingqing sat on the soft couch under the window, stretched out her hand, and touched the mushroom cap with her fingertips.

"Rainy!" It swayed lazily from side to side.

After growing for a long time, the mushrooms have been tainted with his cold fragrance.

Ning Qingqing remembered one time when Xie Wuwang was in the calculations, and a big wound was cracked under his ribs. He rushed back quickly, dragging out the flames in mid-air, and rushing into the house. The first thing was to feed mushrooms. He was still vomiting blood in his mouth.

Ning Qingqing was shocked by the scene.

Xie Wuwang only smiled and said, "It's your life."

The cold white teeth were stained with blood, the cold black eyes were also stained with scarlet, but the action of feeding the mushrooms was so gentle. Xie Wuwang at that moment almost penetrated her heart.

Does he really not love her? After so many years, even if it is out of habit, it should be some different feelings?

Ning Qingqing touched the mushroom cap lightly, and her heart covered in ashes struggling unwillingly.

Maybe he just didn't want to admit it. Over the years, the number of beauties in the Three Realms who adore him is also uncountable. In terms of the temptation, no one in this world can compare with him, but in fact, he really only guards her. This alone made my eyes bleed from jealousy.

"Am I wrong?" she asked Mushroom.

"Rainy!"

It would just lazily sway that beautiful jasper hat with the wind.

She looked at it blankly for a while. Looking at the mushrooms, thinking of myself.

She had no parents. When she was a baby, she was picked up by the Qingcheng Sword Sect by her master.

It was a very small and pitiful sect, and there was only one master in Manzong, who was the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. The old man's body is not good, and the people are very unreliable. He has no ambitions to lead his apprentice, and he has no ambitions at all, so he keeps the ancestral spirit of the fairy mountain.

Ning Qingqing was brought up by senior brothers and sisters since she was a child, and a group of sword repairmen who overwhelmed with love loved her like old fathers and mothers. She really wants to revitalize the Qingcheng Sword Sect, but her cultivation talent is really hard to say.

Spiritual roots are superior to single purity. For example, Xie Wuwang's Jiuyanji Fire Dao Body is the emperor's spiritual root in pure fire, and ordinary people can't envy it.

Ning Qingqing is the root of five spirits, and the five elements gather together. The slightly more serious and well-known sects will not reject people with mixed spiritual roots as disciples. The three spiritual roots and the four spiritual roots are already unbearable waste materials, let alone the five spiritual roots.

But Ning Qingqing is different from ordinary people. The mixed spirit roots of others are like mud of several different colors, dirty and messy. She is different. The five elements in her body are distinct and evenly balanced.

Such a talent does not have any advantages in cultivation, but she is born to be close to animals and plants, and can resonate strangely with high-level spiritual weapons and magic weapons, and she can clearly perceive the most subtle defects of magic weapons. No matter which line is missing, she can fix it precisely and perfectly. Because of this, she has raised Xie Wuwang's vestments, fairy swords, and magic weapons so smoothly and smoothly, all of them are about to become refined.

She had been with him for more than three hundred years, and neither she nor her mother's Qingcheng Sword Sect had ever asked Xie Wuwang for any benefit.

How can the love that has been with me for so many years of company and dedication, and entrusted with my heart and soul, be reduced to a light-hearted ‘undeserved thought’?

Ning Qingqing stood up suddenly.

Pursing her lips, she left Yuliyuan and climbed up the mountain along the Baiyu Trail.

Dongfang turned the fish belly white, and Ning Qingqing clenched his fingers, and the mood of being confused by the night, gradually became clear at this moment.

She wants to have a good talk with him calmly.

It is not on the bed, there is no ambiguous breath, and there is no confusion. She had to ask clearly what he meant by calmly and soberly.

When I arrived at Qianyuan Hall, I found that the dark hall was closed tightly to the heavy hall door, and no light of light could penetrate this dark behemoth hall.

She walked around the black stone rock seat to the front of the temple, stood in the square in front of the temple and looked down, and saw that the entire fairy mountain was overlapped with layers of temples, densely covered with various parts of the Tiansheng Palace, orderly spreading from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. , Stretches and radiates to the earth below the mountain. Just looking at the standards of these halls is a surrender attitude towards Qianyuan Hall on the top of the mountain.

The Qianyuan Hall, which was sitting behind him, was under extreme pressure. Forbidden servants lined up in the front of the hall. These people were like blades, heartless and ruthless, and only obeyed Xie Wuwang's orders. No one could deal with them.

Xie Wuwang is not here. The Qianyuan Palace never closed when he was there, and the figure sitting tall could be seen from afar, inadvertently, revealing a majestic aura that made people unconsciously hold their breath.

She looked at the row upon row of palaces under the mountain. Xie Wuwang may be somewhere, or he may have left Tiansheng Palace.

She stayed in Yuli Garden for too long, so she was used to being alone, asking her to go around looking for Xie Wuwang... it was really a bit embarrassing for her.

No matter, go back first.

Ning Qingqing followed the broad road on the side of Qianyuan Hall and returned to the back mountain.

As soon as I walked to the side of the hall, I suddenly heard a low, muffled, shaking door opening from the steps of the hall.

The side door opened, and a soft and boneless woman walked out, and the money went to Ning Qingqing and bowed Yingying.

"Is the madam looking for the Daojun?" Her voice could not help. "The Daojun left in the middle of the night and didn't stay overnight. The concubine didn't know where the Daojun went afterwards. I hope Madam will not wonder."

Ning Qingqing recognized this woman. Her name is Yun Shuimiao, and she is the pure Yin Meiji sent by Dong Haihou 200 years ago. After being sent out of Tiansheng Palace, it is said that he went to Kunlun.

How could she appear in Tiansheng Palace, staying overnight in Xie Wuwang's Qianyuan Palace?

Ning Qingqing was a little lost.

Yun Shuimiao leaned on her waist, her eyes shy and weak and said: "Madam, please don't get angry with Daojun because of your concubine's body. As long as your concubine's body can be protected by Daojun one or two points, you will be satisfied, never Dare to think too much."

She shook her waist and continued to move forward, looking like she wanted to talk but stopped, thinking about what else she wanted to say: "Concubine..."

Ning Qingqing glanced indifferently: "I didn't ask, who would allow you to talk to yourself."

She has been with Xie Wuwang for many years, and she can learn a little bit from the strong squint that radiates from her bones.

When there are no outsiders present, she will quarrel with him without image, but in front of outsiders, she will never lose her momentum.

Yun Shuimiao's expression shrank, and he lowered his head not to say more.

Ning Qingqing passed her and walked towards the back of the mountain.

In the early morning on the top of the mountain, the air was so thin that it was breathless.

This is a matter between her and Xie Wuwang, and has nothing to do with others.

Xie Wuwang knew where her bottom line was. Her disobedience made him unhappy, so he told her personally that he was the absolute authority and was not threatened.

Ning Qingqing left the top of the cliff and floated back to Yuliyuan.

After a moment of loss, she sat on the bed and stared at the octagonal sound-transmitting mirror for a long, long time.

Finally, she slowly took it over, stroked the flame texture corresponding to Xie Wuwang, and injected spiritual power.

She tried to speak calmly, but there was still a hint of hoarseness and trembling in the ending: "I don't want a dirty husband. Come back and leave me."

With a loose finger, the sound transmission was sent thousands of miles away.

After sending the letter to Xie Wuwang, Ning Qingqing's hand dropped weakly, and the sound transmission mirror fell to the side of her pillow.

The heart throbbed in hindsight, and the blood flowing rapidly all over the body didn't know whether it was cold or hot.

Ning Qingqing naturally would not believe it based on Yun Shuimiao's one-sided words. However, Xie Wuwang hurt her unscrupulously yesterday and said what she said, and left this girl in Qianyuan Hall for the night...Ning Qingqing couldn't help but care.

She seemed to say something decisively, but in fact she wanted him to explain and clarify.

Xie Wuwang disdain to lie, if he really did it, he would definitely admit it.