On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Xie Wuwang was startled for a moment, then suddenly lost a laugh.

Her scorching, determined and courageous little expression reminded him of the past.

Soon after his wedding, he found out about the Taixu Gate developing magic poison and privately refining the puppet demon army. He used the barrier to protect her well in Yuli Garden, and then went to the front line to deal with the evil, which took more than half a year.

Zhang Pingyang died in that battle.

Taixumen's strength is comparable to Kunlun and Huaiyin Mountains, and such a battle must be deadly. Even if it wasn't Zhang Pingyang, it would be Futuzi, Baiyunzi, or the Lord of the Seven Palaces in charge of the war. Only dying a powerful subordinate is an unexpected victory.

When she returned from victory, she saw that she was so thin that her chin was sharp, and she looked quite resentful, and muttered that he would not return her voice transmission for several months, making her distraught.

He casually said a few words, then pushed her into the bed.

When fighting outside, how can you chat with her about those beautiful daughters?

He didn't take this seriously. He didn't expect that after a few days, she inquired about Zhang Pingyang's death in battle. She didn't know what she was thinking about in her head. Suddenly, her lips were pursed and her eyes glowed. , Said firmly to him that she would definitely practice hard and fight side by side with him, and would not let him lose his loyal subordinates again.

Naive, ridiculous and cute.

The expression at that time was exactly the same as at the moment.

So...she was going to Kunlun to find Jihuaizhou, just to share the worries for him.

He lowered his eyes and smiled.

In the past, he had carefully guided her to practice, but he didn't expect her to fight side by side with him, but to let her see the reality early and have fewer daydreams. Facts have also proved that she does not have the talent for cultivation.

But now, it's a little different.

Refined jade can hold up the secret realm, and it is naturally not a general thing. It took only 24 hours for the box of divine jade that she had absorbed the floating tuzi to retrieve, and this speed was probably impossible for ordinary cultivating cultivators. And she is just Nascent Soul, and Huashen is still separated from Lian Xu. If she used to help, she would be able to absorb less than one hundred.

Unexpectedly, the cultivation base will be completely destroyed after being enchanted, only the thread of spiritual power at the fingertips, but it has a miraculous effect.

Perhaps this is the so-called "break and then stand."

He can give her the best resources in the world to support her, but he wants to see what her upper limit is.

Long eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was a touch of interest in his eyes.

"Don't worry." Xie Wu said softly, "Fulfill your body first."

Ning Qingqing rolled her eyes and felt that he was right.

Her body was still stained with these gray and black ugly mushroom patterns, and the spores sprayed out were probably unhealthy flower spores. When making mushrooms, you can’t just take care of yourself, you have to think about the long-term future of the next generation.

Still a good person Xie Wuwang was thoughtful.

She nodded, and firmness appeared in the clear black and white pupils: "Then I will get medical treatment quickly, and then go to Jihuaizhou."

Xie Wuwang is noncommittal.

As soon as she turned her gaze, she looked at the divine jade box on the desk and curled her eyebrows.

"This was given to me by Jihuaizhou, right?" she asked.

Xie Wu presumptuously nodded.

She took the box over with joy and lifted the lid.

The light in the box illuminates her slapped face, her expression stagnated and she was stunned.

The color of warm red, like jade and cloud, as soon as the mycelium penetrates in, there will be a warm feeling of satiety. Isn't this the kind of very precious nourishment?

Every mushroom knows that high-quality nourishment is unavailable. Sometimes the mycelium spreads over a distance of tens of feet or even hundreds of feet, and it may not be possible to find the dense nourishment the size of a fingernail tip.

And how lucky she was, a few days ago, she had found a large group in the soil around her!

After eating, she did not find similar nourishment.

Although she was greedy to death in her heart, she also knew that that kind of luck would be good enough to hit it once in a lifetime, so she no longer persisted, and gradually forgot the sweet and fragrant breath behind her head.

Unexpectedly, the male she fancy today has even sent her baby nourishment that she can't dream of!

Ning Qingqing felt that her umbrella cover and handle had been crooked by this huge surprise.

She held the spirit box in her hand and felt happy bubbles popping out from her heart, and her body couldn't help shaking gently from side to side.

She and this human named Jihuaizhou must have the most miraculous fate.

She held the casket in her arms and couldn't help wondering what gifts to bring to Jihuaizhou when she went to see Jihuaizhou.

Xie Wuwang glanced at her lazily, seeing that her eyes were full of joy, his heart moved slightly, and he raised his left hand.

Futuzi leaned forward immediately.

"This year's tributary only collects sacred jade. No matter how much." Xie Wuwang said softly.

"Ah." A charming smile appeared on Futuzi's round face.

Really, Yiqi Hongchen concubine smiled, but no one knew it was lychee.

Xie Wuwang glanced at it and saw that Ning Qingqing was still holding the spirit box silly, he couldn't help but sneered slightly, and said amusedly: "Brilliant."

There was joy lazily in his heart.

He liked to see that she smiled happily because of him. Such a sense of conquest is liked by all men, even the prince of Taoism is inevitable.

"I like it so much?" The voice was lazy, and it was three-point dumb.

"Yeah!" She focused her head seriously, "I like to send my arms to the boat."

Xie Wuwang: "?"

Finally found out that something seemed a bit wrong.

At the bottom right, the Seventh Ancestor of Kunlun stood up and resigned.

Xie Wuwang did not respond.

He seemed to be distracted, his eyes fell carelessly among the seven, no one looked.

In the hall, the atmosphere gradually stagnated.

He seemed to be thinking about her phrase "I like to send my arms to the boat", and he didn't seem to think about anything.

"Daojun?" The leader arched his hands again.

Xie Wuwang's eyes were certain, smiled faintly, and spoke a few scenes unhurriedly, and then got up to send him off.

As soon as I walked out of the main hall, I saw that the night was drooping, the pure black square and the giant black stone steps leading down the mountain became more solemn and solemn, and the ridged temples were hidden in the darkness, solidifying the unshakable rank and status. Looking around, I didn't feel shocked.

Here, no one dares to impose a sword or teleport casually. The seventh ancestor of Kunlun bid farewell to Wuwang, and stepped down a vast black step with a width of more than twenty feet.

You don't have to look back to know that Xie Wuwang is still standing on the top of the stairs, looking down indifferently.

The seven people only felt like a light on their backs, and their steps were stiff.

For a moment, Xie Wuwang withdrew his gaze, and said indifferently, "It wasn't for you."

Although Kunlun and his party came in the name of apologizing to Ning Qingqing, none of these people put their minds on her, and they didn't want to take the opportunity to test or make trouble.

It seems that Kunlun didn't know about the evil poison.

He looked at her sideways and found that she was still holding the box in his arms, and her eyebrows couldn't help but close slightly.

His thin lips raised a little, and he asked in a casual tone, "Like a boat?"

Ning Qingqing nodded.

"What do you like him?" His voice sounded softer, low, almost coaxing.

Ning Qingqing didn't notice the danger at all, she happily patted the spirit box in her arms: "He gave me delicious food."

After Xie Wuwang stagnated, he chuckles with anger.

Why did he forget that this little thing is most likely to be led by the nose with a delicious bite.

Her Qingcheng Mountain is very lazy, and disciples who go out to practice always go to the city where mortals live, collecting all kinds of delicacies and bringing them back to the mountains.

She and Ning Tianxi squatted at the gate of the mountain.

She is never stingy with flattering when she gets delicious food.

"Big Brother is the best!"

"I like the second elder sister the most!"

"Brother Eighteen is the best in the world! I like Brother Eighteen!"

Turning his head to confuse others, but he is not merciful.

At the beginning, when he flipped through the detailed information about her, he was rarely aroused, and then he took a trip to Qingcheng Mountain in person. Unexpectedly, when I saw her at the first glance, I thought about her, lured her into her arms, and spoiled her for three hundred years.

Like to send a boat? Oh, she likes whoever feeds her.

It turned out that he was thinking about it, and she really forgot everything.

Xie Wuwang lowered his long eyelashes, his dark eyes were hidden in the night, and he whispered: "What you want, I will give you a thousand times. There is no need to like others."

Ning Qingqing glanced at him complicatedly.

With some pity.

She knew he was a good person, but she had tried it, and he couldn't.

In a sense, advanced creatures are very ruthless and will never waste time in useless places. This is also a lesson left by the ancestors-the same pit, no matter how iron spores are, they will not jump twice.

She also didn't want to hurt Xie Wuwang too bluntly, after all, he was a good person.

After hesitating for a moment, she said to him tactfully: "Jihuaizhou has a cold and hard smell on her body. It smells very good. You know it is tough and strong when you smell it."

Xie Wuwang's eyes were completely hidden in the shadows, and he said slowly, "Is it a fairy sword with sword breath? It's easy to say."

She didn't know what sword breath or fairy sword, only knew that he agreed.

She immediately bent her eyebrows and laughed out a pair of small pears.

Seeing her joyful face, Xie Wuzuo felt a little bored in his chest.

When she quarreled with him in the past, he had also thought impatiently that if she was like the other concubine Ji, only looking for some resources, it would save a lot of trouble.

At this moment, she really asked him for something, but he only found it boring, and a trace of irritability that he could hardly detect.

Just waiting to send her back to Yuliyuan, below the distant black steps, suddenly there was a scream of a woman who pierced the sky.

"Ahhhhh-"

It was Yun Shuimiao's voice.

After Ji Huaizhou took her away from Qianyuan Hall, he followed the stone steps and walked down the sacred mountain step by step, just passing halfway through the mountain at the moment.

Immediately, another wretched laugh came from the mountainside: "Hehehehe..."

In the next instant, a man in a gray robe dragged a long afterimage, swept up from the bottom of the steps, and came to the front in the blink of an eye.

The most eye-catching thing about him is the bare baldness on his head.

In the middle of the head, there are a few strands of long and short loose hair beside the ears, which are flowing wildly with the wind.

A pair of rat eyes that are too close, with their eyeballs facing the center, are true cross-eyed eyes. Under the nose of the huge red eagle hook, the black teeth full of gaping mouths were revealed with a smile.

The big gray robe on his body has no ties or buttons.

When the feet are stable, the gray robe points to the left and right, and "should" spread out like wings.

At first glance, it is really insignificant and obscene.

"Hehehe, scared the eighteenth little girl today, I want to scare the nineteenth—"

He looked at Ning Qingqing with joy.

Ning Qingqing couldn't turn her eyes away, she seemed to see a big gray mushroom with the umbrella cap open in front of her eyes.

It is impossible to be frightened by a fright. For the creatures in nature, human beings have to wear clothes.

And under this person's gray robe, there are actually clothes. A close-fitting flesh-colored leather suit wrapped the body, and a string of thin Buddhist beads hung on his chest. If you didn't look closely, it seemed like you didn't really wear anything underneath.

Ning Qingqing blinked.

"Oh, this little girl is not surprised—" A pair of mouse eyes turned around, as if he had just seen Xie Wuwang, laughed out loud, "Oh, it turned out to be Xiao Xie's daughter-in-law. Very pretending!"

Before the words were over, there was a ghostly figure hurriedly reported: "The Daoist, the immeasurable sky, the big Buddha temple, the big Buddha cultivator of the Tianyin pavilion are chasing and killing the color monk, seeing him breaking into the holy mountain, everyone dare not enter. I was arguing outside to see Daojun."

Xie Wuwang kept his eyes on: "Say to the Buddhas that if the monarch obtains this lizard, he will hand it over to Buddhism for disposal."

The hidden guard didn't even glance at the gray-robed old monk, clasped his fists, and then turned back down the stone steps.

"Tsk tusk tusk, Xiao Xie is really a dignified person nowadays, why, ask Lao Na to treat your daughter-in-law, and you have to cross the river to tear down the bridge and give Lao Na to the bald donkeys?" The gray-robed old monk slowly put the left and right robes together, his mouth A glance, looking at the sky.

Xie Wuwang turned and walked towards the back of the cliff: "What did you commit again?"

The voice is lazy, but it is different from the usual social gatherings.

The gray-robed old monk followed up and shook his hands casually: "Hey, what can be there, but if you touch a piece of wood, who knows how to stoke a hornet's nest, these bald donkeys are all startled, ignore them. ."

Xie Wuwang glanced lightly.

It must have left paw prints on the bottom of which newly built statue.

Ning Qingqing didn’t know how to entertain with hypocrisy. He listened to this bald man eating a bald donkey. He couldn’t help but tilt his head, staring at his bald scoop, and asked seriously, “If you’re angry but they are more bald than you, why don’t you put your ears off? The beard next to me is plucked? Believe me, you must be even bald than others."

Xie Wuwang: "..." His long eyes drooped slightly, and his thin lips evoked a shallow arc.

The gray-robed old monk choked fiercely, glared at Ning Qingqing, twisted his head aside and muttered: "Xie Xie's wife is begging for suspicion."

He groaned his patched sleeves and strode forward.

When he arrived at Yuliyuan, the gray-robed old monk opened his robe with a smile and jumped into the main room.

"Tsk tusk tusk tusk!" He shook his head with emotion, "Thank you, you can't do it! My wife is sick, so she won't clean the house?"

Looking back, Xie Wuwang's face seemed a little black.

He came too late and didn't know what happened in the temple about the "no", so he casually remembered it.

After stepping into the main house, Xie Wuwang's face became heavier again, looking at the broken jade basins that no one had cleaned up on the ground and the scattered soil left with traces.

He stayed quiet, and glanced at Ning Qingqing from the corner of his eye.

Although she saw that everything was fine at the moment, when she was enchanted, she didn't need to say despair and pain-it was all clearly written on the ground.

What if... she didn't make it through?

He never thinks about the meaningless things that have not happened, but looking at the mess on the ground at the moment, he can't help but subconsciously think, if she doesn't hold it, then, these things will probably never be cleaned up. .

Thinking about it this way, a ray of impatient fire faintly floated in my heart.

The gray-robed old monk kicked the soil on the ground with his mouth, jumped out of the window, brought the big broom erected under the corridor, and shoveled the loose soil and broken pots into the bucket.

"It's incredible. The brooms are all made of Yuli wood. Ha, this is really the golden broom of the emperor Laoer!" The old monk shook his head and made a sound. The little lady chased ten streets! Cut, who told her to carve a bead to hang on her chest, I just want to touch the jade pear wood, who wants to touch her breast!"

While muttering, he swishfully swept the loose soil with a big broom.

Xie Wuwang's eyes drooped slightly.

In the past, I could occasionally see Ning Qingqing holding this big broom about the same height as her, slowly sweeping the dust on the long corridor. She is very leisurely, with one pair of pieces and one pair of them, sweeping up a section, holding the broomstick to be able to stop at the same place, and smile silly from time to time.

She took care of this yard with care, every inch of it would be very clean.

He had seen her rub every piece of wood carefully when she had nothing to do, sometimes rubbing her face up. She would lie in any corner of the yard without soiling her clothes anywhere.

She said, this is...home.

When she left that day, her thin shoulders were slightly closed, and her back looked like a small animal that had lost its nest and was soaked in the rain. Such a small shadow, little by little, disappeared from his vision.

From then on, the woman who would laugh foolishly at him never came back.

Xie Wuwang felt a little bored.

It might be better for her to forget those.

Today she is ignorant and innocent, carefree, no resentment or hatred.

Soon, the grey-robed old monk, who was called a "sex monk", cleaned the ground thoroughly. He threw away the broom, picked up Ning Qingqing's sleeves with two chicken-foot-like fingers, and took her to the window couch. under.

When the sleeves were lifted, looking at the winding gray and black magic patterns on her hands, the old man raised a pair of sparse yellow eyebrows.

"Oh, it's all shai, you're not dead yet?" He raised his head and looked at Ning Qingqing.

Ning Qingqing blinked at him amicably. As a higher creature, distinguishing whether other creatures are malicious or not is the most basic instinct.

She could feel that this old man who was like a gray bald mushroom was also a good person.

She told him: "A guy called the Demon said that I won't survive a quarter of an hour, but I lived a quarter of an hour, another quarter of an hour, it was about to be **** off by me, and I haven't heard its voice for several days."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wulan's eyes condensed slightly.

There are magic lines on the body, that is, it is contaminated by the devil's breath and poisoned by the devil.

Monsters are different from humans. Low-level monsters have only the instinct of bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, and high-level monsters like the Demon King are just walking dead. Without primordial spirit and soul, where is the demon?

Usually, a person who is exposed to the devil's poison will only become a walking corpse that will bite and gnaw others indiscriminately, and the victim will become the same demon corpse if he is infected with the devil's poison.

Like Huang Wei, Sect Master Huang Yun, the devil's poison is only concentrated in the heart, and he can use his cultivation base to kill his wife and children and commit himself to death. This is an extremely abnormal state of demons. Xie Wuwang only said that he was a delusion to the outside world, and he did not reveal any more secrets.

The situation on Ning Qingqing was even more different. She just lost her memory, but she was sober.

Xie Wuwang found that he couldn't use Yuanhuo to exorcise her demons, and immediately asked an old friend to go to the holy mountain to treat her.

He was careless. Before this, he didn't know that there was such a thing as an inner demon.

The gray-robed old monk raised two hands like chicken feet, tapping on Ning Qingqing's wrist like a drum.

His nails are very long, and the two long yellow nails rubbed together from time to time, making a "click" sound, and Ning Qingqing's teeth were sore.

After a while, the gray-robed old monk withdrew his hand, digging his nails between his teeth, and spoke unhurriedly: "It's like a child-mother magic gu. I only eat the monsters that know this stuff—"

He rolled his eyes, glanced at Ning Qingqing thiefly, and decisively changed his words: "I have only killed one! If you want to get rid of the Gu without harm, I am afraid that you have to find the person who downloaded the Gu, from the mother Gu. The starting point is. Xiaoxie's wife said that the heart demon hadn't spoken recently, it means that the person who spread the poison has started on another person!"

Xie Wuwang's eyes were slightly cold.

Huang Yunzong was too close to Qingcheng Mountain, and this victim might be a member of the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

He has been staring at him a long time ago, and recently, no news has been sent back.

"Why can't her body touch my Yuanhuo?" Xie Wuwang asked again.

Ning Qingqing, who is wandering beyond the sky: "..."

The low-level creatures really don't use their brains. Didn't they teach him last time, is it easy to catch fire when doing things? At that time, he made it clear, he didn't expect to turn his head and forget, and then asked others.

The grey-clothed old monk took his nails out of his mouth and put them on her wrists.

Ning Qingqing quickly withdrew her hand.

"Oh!" The old monk suddenly said, "I have used Nirvana..."

Xie Wuwang's momentum suddenly fell cold.

The old monk hurriedly shut up: "Go outside!"

"No need." Xie Wuwang said, "It turns out that this is the reason."

"Hmm..." The old monk dragged his tone, "Unsteady, return to position."

Xie Wuwang said quietly: "Understood."

Ning Qingqing sighed quietly. This person, it is clear that he doesn't understand at all-he doesn't have a clear understanding of himself.

"It's not that I said you," the old monk stretched out a long nail, imagining Xie Wuwang, "Without such a chance to save his life, sooner or later, something will happen and there will be no place to cry."

Xie Wuwang sneered lightly, his expression seemingly plain, but in fact arrogant: "I can have an accident."

The old monk curled his mouth and shook his head.

Ning Qingqing also shook his head. Really, judging from her experience that she didn't know where she came from, the person who said such things was always the one who was most prone to accidents.

The old monk waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, your young couple are very affectionate, and love to the death, no one can do without."

Xie Wuwang subconsciously denied it. He knows his own affairs very well, he just regards her as something that cannot be lost, and there is no love.

She was about to speak, but she was a little concerned about her physical condition at the moment. After thinking about it, the constant quarrels with her recently stemmed from his blunt words, which she couldn't accept.

It's better to leave it alone.

Xie Wuwang pressed his thin lips, tacitly, but he didn't agree with it in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qingqing, who was sitting across from the old monk, spoke solemnly, with an incredibly serious tone: "Wrong, there is no empathy, I just treat him as a good person."

Xie Wuwang: "!"