On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

The rising sun shed light, illuminating the dewdrops on the tip of the grass.

After the young wandering monk relayed the last wish of the patriarch, he slowly raised his head and looked at the pair of heavenly men and women.

After the old wandering monk picked up the Yuli Muren, he lived in the hut under the sacred mountain for a whole year. No owner came to find it. In the end, he left the Muren to his disciples and passed it on from generation to generation until today.

Finally renewed the fate of 200 years ago.

Now that he found the righteous master, the young wandering monk was no longer wordy, and immediately took out the wooden sculpture from the close-fitting bag and offered it with both hands.

Seeing the wooden figure's outline, Ning Qingqing's heart began to beat unwillingly in her chest.

You don't need to look closely, she already knows that what the monk possesses is the wood carving she lost two hundred years ago.

At this moment, her feelings are more clear and profound——

The key has never been just a key.

Before finding the key, she had already taken a step first and found the "door" leading to the past.

This door is all the memories she has experienced with Xie Wuwang in these days.

From personally cracking the Qingcheng Mountain demon case, to retracing the past in the delusion state of the heart demon, to Xie Wuwang in the Canglan realm, to confess his heart, and then to learn about his life experience in Yingfang Prefecture.

She withdrew from the incident and re-acquainted Xie Wuwang, herself, and the past between her and him objectively and calmly.

She knew what he had experienced, understood his coldness, and saw his sincerity and regret for her.

She did fall in love with him again, but she would no longer be trapped in the cocoon of love silk, and her way forward was no longer dark.

She came out of the cocoon and grew immature wings.

She hasn't learned to fly, but she will never be afraid of rain and wind.

She has clearly seen that there is a firm and brave heart in her chest.

Such a heart made her fearless.

"...Huh?" The young wandering monk took a sneak peek and brought the woodcarving closer.

Xie Wuwang did not move.

Ning Qingqing's eyes became moist and brighter a little bit, she took a step forward and stretched out her hand to the little wooden man--the fingertips did not tremble.

The wooden figure held by the wandering monk is engraved with Xie Wuwang.

The wood like eyebrows are delicate and lifelike. There is no smirk on his face, his perfect face is like a sharp flower hidden in the ice, except for the eyes that are so vividly carved with a lazy smile.

A small version of Xie Wuwang alive and well.

Xie Wuwang stared blankly, his thin lips moved, and asked a silly question: "Is this me?"

Although the atmosphere at the moment was very serious, Ning Qingqing was still amused by him: "Otherwise?"

Carved so real, he won't die a duck beak, right?

"Am I smiling like this?" His long eyebrows frowned slightly, and Xie Wuwang was sincerely puzzled.

No one knows himself better than him. He can only show such a look a little when he is relieved of his defenses and feels relaxed and happy from the heart.

"Yeah." She nodded and said naturally, "When you go back to Yuliyuan, you often do this."

His pupils contracted slightly and nodded very slowly: "I see."

It turned out that she brought him more happiness than he thought.

The heart was gripped again, Xie Wuwang breathed a little chaotic, his back seemed to hang with a sword, once it fell, it would be more painful than cutting a bone to gouge his heart.

Ning Qingqing ignored this Dao Sovereign who was obviously not sober.

She touched the little wooden man with her fingertips, bent her fingers, and took it back.

The moment I held it in my hand, the temperature and fragrance of Yuli wood spread to the whole body along the fingers, and the warm breath melted away the invisible layer of ice in my heart.

The ice broke, and the heat flowed out from the bottom of my heart.

There are sour, bitter, and sweet.

From the inside out, little by little was filled with her missing parts.

The young wandering monk’s voice with a guilty conscience sounded nearby: "Well, the wooden men are a pair. Just... I don’t know why, on April 18, the female statue suddenly broke, even a little bit. I can’t even pick up the wood scum...It’s really none of my business, and I’m also puzzled! If it weren’t for today’s return to the original owner, I would have no face when I die. "

Xie Wuwang glanced at it, watching the wandering monk's expression, knowing that he was not lying.

The female statue is really gone.

The little wooden man who was exactly the same as her, the little wooden man who didn't know how sweet a smile should be, was gone.

Xie Wuwang's body shook slightly and looked at Ning Qingqing with breathlessness.

She looked slightly startled.

At this moment, Ning Qingqing's heart still writhed with fierce sentiment, like a tsunami, one after another assaulting her.

"April 18th..." The soft voice was a little dumb, a little trembling, and also revealed some unspeakable tenacity, "It turned out to be that day, God's will."

Her voice was very soft, but like a meteorite from the sky, it hit Xie Wuwang's chest.

After counting the days, he understood.

It was the day she fell from the bed alone after being poisoned by the devil. It was on that day that the wise she closed her mind, regarded herself as a mushroom, stubbornly resisting the erosion of magical thoughts.

She has always been smarter and brave than he thought.

On that day, he forever lost her who she carved by himself, and also the one who loved him unreservedly.

"A Qing..." He called her softly, fearing that her voice would be louder, and shocked her in the wind.

She politely thanked the young monk and his teachers, and then slowly turned around and walked towards the vast prairie step by step.

Her back stood very straight, and a red dress fluttered gently in the morning. Her figure was slender and soft, but she was not fragile at all.

Xie Wuzuo silently stepped forward and followed behind her.

Raising his hand several times, trying to touch her slender shoulder, but when the distance was a few inches, there seemed to be a non-existent barrier blocking him.

He can't get past this barrier.

He knew that at this moment, he was no longer qualified to touch her.

The chest cavity was filled with pain, the air in the grassland refreshed the heart and the heart, and it entered the lungs, but it was stinging like a knife.

Ning Qingqing walked forward aimlessly step by step.

When the memory was full, those bright and strong emotions also soaked her heart one by one.

Three hundred years.

In fact, most of the time, her life is full of expectation, joy and happiness.

When she used to bask in the sun, listen to the wind, and watch the rain in the courtyard, she didn't know that Xie Wuwang personally built the courtyard for her. Now that she knew it, and when she recalled the sight of her rolling around, she felt more sweetness in her heart.

Her life is too easy and leisurely. Although she occasionally feels lonely, her slightly sour thoughts will make her feel more surprises and happiness the next time she sees him.

Throughout the days with him, before the final break, although occasionally noisy, there is always more sweetness.

She does not regret it. Do not regret meeting him, falling in love with him, nor regret being attached to him again.

Now she knows more truth.

He did hurt her, but he also gave her the most precious Nirvana bone of the Human Phoenix Clan. He suspected that she would rob him of his bones, but he paved the way for her hand in hand, taught her government affairs, and showed her the trump card.

She did not love wrong. Xie Wuwang is a man worthy of love, he is a true hero, and there is no need to question his sincerity in treating her.

It's a pity that in the best time, neither he nor she learned how to love, creating such a tragic and broken ending.

If she didn't find these emotions, she would go hand in hand with him uncompromisingly.

But now... those love and pain are too strong, she can't treat it as nothing happened.

Ning Qingqing stopped and turned around slowly.

Xie Wuwang was behind her.

His eyes were calm, and his smile was light. If it weren't for the delicate thin lips that were much paler than usual, and the blood on her face was lost, she would never see his tension and care at the moment.

This person Xie Wuwang was like this, and his dead face would be strained when the sky fell.

Oh, smiling face of the dead man.

She didn't speak, but looked at him quietly.

After a while, his eyelashes flashed lightly, and he spoke, with a dumb voice in his light voice: "Is it still a mushroom."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

When he said this, he interrupted those heavy or non-heavy Xueyue Fenghua.

"Yes." Her eyes became a little complicated.

Xie Wuwang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "When did Ah Qing learn to die with a hardened mouth?"

Ning Qingqing pressed her lips.

Don't say Xie Wuwei doesn't believe it, even she herself has some doubts about life.

After retrieving the emotional memory, not only did she not feel that "I am a mushroom" was stupid, but she had more clear and distinct feelings in her heart.

She recalled more clearly how she felt as a spore flying through the wasteland, flying over the Flaming Mountain, and flying over the large glacier.

She also remembered that her spore companions were very brave, they found her way, blocked the pursuit of soldiers, and opened up a path of life for her.

They fell one by one, falling from the air, dying silently like dust, just to **** her.

Each spore is the most determined posture.

When the thoughts turned, her nose became sore, tears welled up.

Xie Wuwang's expression was slightly stiff, and his heartbeat was stagnant.

He raised his hand to wipe her tears.

Ning Qingqing stepped back subconsciously, avoiding the big hand with cold fragrance and hot temperature.

The slender fingertips are only a few inches apart from her skin.

Can be missed.

She held back her tears, and then flashed through the subsequent images in her mind.

She bid farewell to the last companion of the spore, faced the wind, dragged her body into an oval, and moved forward bravely. Finally, she landed in a beautiful place, plunged into the soil, and hung down deeply. It wasn't until a long, long, long time later, when she intuitively told her that she was safe, she slowly broke through the ground.

Then, she grew into a human-shaped mushroom in the shape of a baby, picked up by Old Snake Ning, and developed a female dude who was eating and waiting to die.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She couldn't help but wonder if she was all right at the moment, or she was completely stupid.

The confused mushroom raised his eyes to Xie Wuwang: "I am a mushroom."

Xie Wuwang: "..."

"It's a mushroom!" she repeated stubbornly, with firm light gleaming in her black and white eyes.

"Okay, it's a mushroom." Xie Wuwang's black eyes showed some helplessness, "...A Qing is a mushroom."

The sword hanging behind him stabbed him severely, and then hung again.

He leaned slightly, lowered his voice to a deep and gentle voice, and asked her gently without aggression, "What can you say to me? You, and me."

After all, holding his breath, Ruyu's face turned white again.

White to cold and transparent.

He is Xie Wuwang, never escapes, only knows that he will never move forward.

Ning Qingqing raised her eyes and stared at him earnestly.

After a long while, he nodded: "Yes."