On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

This is the seventh day after the injury.

Ning Qingqing had a nightmare again.

She saw herself go crazy, with black magic lines growing on her body, her skin withered, and every strand of hair on her body was clamoring a desire for killing and blood.

Holding the sword, she quietly approached the master and the brothers and sisters.

The others were ignorant and unaware that the danger was approaching and they were still smiling at her.

She couldn't control her body in the dream, and she screamed in a hurry, but no matter how she screamed heartbreakingly, she could never wake up the person in her dream.

It can't wake up oneself, nor can it wake up others.

She watched the sword pierce the master.

'Do not-'

The brothers and sisters looked at her in a daze, but no one stepped forward to stop her.

She struggled with all her strength, but to no avail.

The touch of the sharp sword piercing the flesh clearly spread to the palm of his hand.

She had never had such a desperate state of mind. The whole world seemed to be filled with malice, pressing down on her, and she heard the wind in her ears ‘Jie Jie’ a weird smile.

The tip of the sword continued to be sent out, and the old man's astonished expression faded away. He slowly barked his torn yellow teeth and smiled at her.

"It's okay." He looked at her with tolerance and affection, calming her with his eyes.

'Do not-'

With a flower in front of her, Ning Tianxi disappeared without a trace, and the person whose heart was held by her with a sword became Xie Wuwang.

His eyebrows were gentle, and he looked at her calmly.

The whistling wind in the ear gradually converged into a misty voice—

[Kill him while he is not prepared! He did something sorry for you and hurt your heart, so what's the use of him! The thief should die! ]

Ning Qingqing was shocked and shook her head desperately, struggling.

The wind becomes twisted and weird—

[If you don’t kill him, he will be with other women again, can you bear it? It is better for you to lose him than others! ]

[People do not kill themselves! Be selfish, throw away hypocritical benevolence and morality, and act recklessly is life! ]

The tip of the sword pierced the flesh and touched a firm beating heart.

[Can't get it? It doesn't matter, I'll help you! Kill him, kill your weak and incompetent, from now on, no one can deceive you! ]

No matter how Ning Qingqing resisted, the tip of the sword was still pushing forward.

'Do not-'

She would never hurt Master, nor would she kill Xie Wuwang. Such evil thoughts run counter to her instincts.

She clearly knows that this is the way of demons!

However, desperately, she couldn't stop all of this in front of her at all.

The tip of the sword pierced the heart, Xie Wuzuo smiled lightly, and moved his thin lips: "It's okay."

He and Master said the same thing.

"Ahhhhh-"

At the last moment, Ning Qingqing, who was on the verge of collapse, gathered all his strength, sinking her thoughts into her chest, and with a fierce force of burning jade and stone, she resolutely killed her heart!

The string that was stretched to the extreme broke off and bounced to the left and right. The pain hits, accompanied by endless lightness and relief.

The magic lines on her body were gone, she let go of the fierce sword, and slowly fell backward.

Would rather die than fall into the devil's way!

Severe pain, coldness and darkness swept together.

"what-"

Ning Qingqing suddenly sat up from the couch.

She covered her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't feel her heart beating at all.

After a long while, tidal-like acid and numbness surged all over my body, my fingertips trembled, and my heart began to beat wildly afterwards.

She was drowning, breathing desperately with her mouth open.

Loneliness, fear, panic, fear...

She couldn't lie down anymore, fell on the ground with limp hands and feet, staggering to the outside of the house.

Every foot seemed to be stepping on cotton, his limbs trembled fiercely, and his back was oozing with cold sweat after another.

She held on to the bamboo door frame and rested for a while, the soreness of her hands and feet finally eased slightly, and the cold fear brought by the dream gradually dissipated.

She pushed open the door frame and walked forward with strength.

One foot is empty, the other is solid, and he walked around the deciduous forest along the trail, and suddenly saw a large group of people.

The master and the senior brothers and sisters are all on the sword training ground. Everyone is surrounded by big and small baggage boxes, and some people are moving more things over, just like ants moving house.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.

Ning Qingqing's heart was stagnant, and a thought came into her mind that she couldn't believe-relocating? !

She rushed out of the forest with a big stride, rushed straight to Ning Tianxi, and grabbed his sleeve.

"Master! This is..."

Ning Tianxi was startled, and slowly rolled her eyes, and when she saw her, she bared her yellow teeth and smiled: "Why don't Xiao Qing'er rest well? Why run outside!"

Laughing is worse than crying.

"Why?" She pointed to the big bags, "What is this going to do?"

Ning Tianxi looked at the sky and blinked: "Oh, for so many years, the scenery of Qingcheng Mountain is too tired to be seen. Let's move to a different venue. Master will take you to show off! Your injury has not healed, but you have escaped. A wave of hard work, hum."

Ning Qingqing was in a cold sweat: "Why are you leaving? Just find out that Zhang Tianbao has harmed Huang..."

Ning Tianxi twisted her head to the other side and pointed to a senior man nearby: "Hurry up and don't be lazy, hurry up! Little Qinger, go back and rest, set up a new house and pick you up!"

"But…"

"Little Junior Sister!" Senior brother Xi Junru frowned, and took her aside, "Don't say it, it made Master sad. Dao Jun has sent someone to take away the evidence, and after inspection, he still believes that Zhang Tianbao is not guilty."

Ning Qingqing's lips trembled slightly: "What?"

"The Daoist has promised us another Lingshan. The North Long Lingshan is a good place." Xi Junru pursed his lower lip, "Plus the master's sword bone... we know that it is good or bad. Qingcheng Mountain, let it go."

Ning Qingqing was dizzy.

The air seemed to become thinner, making her a little breathless.

No wonder no one came to visit her, it turned out to be like this. Because of her relationship with Xie Wuwang, no one knows how to face her these few days.

Xie Wuwang...Why is he like this?

She trembled and murmured: "Could the three dogs die in vain? Wouldn't the family be gone?"

Xi Junru sighed, patted her shoulder, and left in silence.

"Eh hey! Head Ning, it's been so long-it's not packed properly!" Someone clapped their palms with a folding fan and walked over from the mountain gate, "It doesn't have to be so clean, I just throw it myself! , What kind of tatters can be a treasure? Look at these old trees. They don’t have any spiritual power. What do they keep? For me, I’ve burned them a long time ago, and the place is still spacious.”

The shrill voice is unique, you don't have to look back to know that Zhang Tianbao is here.

Upon hearing this, the crowd of Qingcheng Mountain burst into smoke.

Many people's eyes were red.

Ning Qingqing looked at Ning Tianxi worriedly. The old man who had reshaped his sword bone was not half-spirited at all on his face.

She knew that Master must be very regretful, regretting that she should not owe Xie Wuwang that great favor, so that she can't say a "no" now.

Zhang Tianbao shook his head and walked in front of Ning Tianxi, a royal blue satin dress that was extremely dazzling in the sun.

Ning Tianxi squeezed a few words between her teeth: "Don't worry about Zhang Dongzhu, Zhang Dongzhu should roll down the mountain and wait."

"Tsk!" Zhang Tianbao shook the folding fan several times, squinting his eyes and smiled, "Heaven is dry and things are dry, get angry carefully! What to be like that...yellow and red sect, what a madness, hey, what a pity! Let us take it as a warning, and cultivate our moral character! In case there is a case, it is not good, right? Be a human being, be calm!"

When these words came out, they really blown up the hornet's nest.

Ning Qingqing's chest was filled with fishy sweetness, anger surged, and the pain in her throat was like a knife cut.

Relying on Xie Wuwang's partial belief, this Zhang Tianbao is really rampant to lawlessness!

She was about to step forward, when she heard the squeak of the wheelchair, the gentle and elegant medicine king Gu Shaogu, the lead voice Chaofeng, stopped beside her, and her wrists were clamped between two lanky finger bones.

When she tilted her head to look, she saw Yin Chaofeng's face full of displeasure, and the corners of her lips were pressed tightly, listening to her pulse intently.

For a long while.

Yin Chaofeng let go of her and said coldly: "The healer does not save the dead. No matter how much you think about it, no one can cure you."

Ning Qingqing gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes: "Sorry."

She wants to follow the doctor's advice, but this situation tells her how to calm down.

"You don't have to say sorry." Yin Chaofeng said coldly, "You didn't apologize to me, you were sorry for yourself."

The tone is extremely heavy.

Ning Qingqing pursed her lips and was about to speak. Suddenly Yin Chaofeng's face condensed, and a whole patch of redness suddenly appeared in the clear light brown pupils.

Ning Qingqing looked back blankly with the sound of gasps that came and went one after another.

I saw that in the northwest, most of the sky was burning!

Layers of curling fire clouds are tumbling and roaring in the air, and terrifying sonic booms come from far and near, carrying thunder and fire across the sky!

The end of the world, but so. As far as the eye can see, it is flame purgatory.

Everyone's hands and feet were cold, and their internal organs contracted and twitched unconsciously, and their bodies became numb. When faced with the irresistible power of heaven and earth, people will instinctively give up struggling and allow the natural force to shake and cleanse the body and soul.

The whole world seemed to fall into a sea of ​​flames, with only the scorching flames in the field of vision, the sun and moon disappeared, everything around was stained with red, and the shadows of people and things were the flame shadows from the west.

No matter what color the clothes were originally, they are all red at this moment. The only difference is maroon, deep red, red, light red...

In the next instant, a figure condensed.

The sky raging flames dragged behind him, and he came from the flames, carrying the entire flame world on his back.

The wide sleeves were lightly raised, and the flames slowly dissipated behind him. He was dressed in a sea of ​​flames, his eyes hidden in the shadows, and the smile on the corners of his lips was shocking.

Xie Wuwang.

He raised his eyes to look at her, there seemed to be a flame in his eyes that had not yet dissipated, and a crimson spread.

In the next instant, people were in front of her, and her slender and weak wrists were clasped with five fingers like soldering iron, hot and painful.

She took a breath, shocked and speechless.

"Daojun?!" The shocked crowd returned to their senses one after another, all leaning over to salute.

"I have seen Daojun!"

There was a terrifying coercion around him. Although he came with Burning Flame, Xie Wuwang's body exuded at this moment an icy breath.

"Just now, who moved you." His voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, his wide sleeves slowly raised, and he pointed to the young master in the wheelchair, "Is that him."

Ning Qingqing was still a little lost, and as soon as she moved her lips, she saw a round and round Roshan falling out from under the flame waves.

Futuzi stared at Xie Wuwang's back in amazement, and the corners of his eyes flicked twice: "Daojun?"

The front right envoy was really dumbfounded.

He got up earlier than the chicken today, and came straight to Qingcheng Mountain under the starlight. Unexpectedly, when he saw the outline of Qingcheng Mountain, Daojun personally chased him, and passed over his head. He spent seven thousand miles in the sky. Kuanghuo interprets the four words "hot and fast".

This chasing his wife after chasing after him, the momentum has become a little bigger.

Xie Wuwang glanced sideways. Touching this plain eyes, Futuzi's expression was dreadful, and his head suddenly dropped, his heart beating in shock.

According to his many years of understanding of this person, he is extremely angry at this moment!

Under Xie Wuwang's terrible pressure, everyone in Qingcheng Mountain gradually became unstable, bend their knees one by one, and bend their backs.

The first to bear the brunt is Yao Wang Gu Shaogu, the main voice Chaofeng. He was already weak, and he immediately squirted blood and stayed in the wheelchair, coughing and panting out of breath.

Ning Qingqing suddenly returned to her senses, staggering to stop Xie Wuwang, her eyes filled with anger: "Xie Wuwang!"

Xie Wuwang glanced at her.

"Get out." He paused.

Ning Qingqing's chest rose and fell violently, and she pinched her palms, half-stepping.

"Pop!" There was a crisp cracking sound behind him.

The wine jars burst one after another under the pressure of Xie Wuwang, and the wine fragrant on the court.

The disciples with a lower cultivation base can no longer hold on to it.

Wu Xiaqi rushed over and stood in front of Yin Chaofeng's wheelchair, frightened and angry.

Ning Qingqing didn't suffer any harm, Xie Wuwang protected her.

This asylum made her even more anxious.

"Xie Wuwang!" she angrily said, "what are you going to do?"

He still held her wrist.

He squeezed a few times unconsciously, her brows were frowned in pain, and there was an unconscious whine from her lips.

He paused for a moment, his long eyelashes lowered, and the coercion dissipated with the remaining fire on the half of the sky.

"Jing, Luo." He uttered two words slowly.

I saw a gray shirt figure on the top of the treetop on the left and the top of the pavilion on the right, and the two swept down, kneeling in front of Xie Wuwang on one knee.

"The Daoist."

"Who has touched his wife before half a stick of incense?" Xie Wuwang lowered his long eyes and said coldly.

The two spoke in unison: "Returning to the Daoist Lord, before half a stick of incense, the lady was resting in the house, no one approached."

Xie Wuwang raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corners of his lips fell into the bones: "Really."

Ning Tianxi greeted her.

The wine gourd around his waist had just been crushed by force, and half of his body was wetted by the wine, and the old man looked a little embarrassed.

"Did the Daoist misunderstand something? The kid has never done anything out of the ordinary. The old man can guarantee his life!" Ning Tianxi suppressed his anger, humiliatingly defending Ning Qingqing.

It's really deceiving!

In the face of Ning Tianxi, Xie Wuwang's attitude eased a lot: "Headmaster Ning does not need to be anxious, I have no intention of blaming Madam."

His gaze swept lightly around, and then fell back to Ning Qingqing's pale, angry face.

"Who hurt you?" he asked again.

Ning Qingqing laughed angrily and raised his hand to point: "Zhang Tianbao."

Zhang Tianbao was terribly scared: "The Daoist is forgiving! What happened that day is really a misunderstanding! If I know that I am a lady, then lend me a hundred courage, I will not dare to hurt a single strand of her hair! I am already ruthless. I've punished myself severely, and buying those medicinal materials will also emptied my family!"

Xie Wuwang glanced.

Zhang Tianbao's cold hair stood upside down, and he was anxious to say something: "Dao, Daojun, I am really wronged! I have just sent my goddaughter to Daojun at this time. At this time, it is too late to avoid suspicion. How can I hurt my wife Isn’t this intentional death? My daughter has no intention of replacing his wife! She is a respectful and gentle, Dao, Daojun, she, she shouldn’t annoy Daojun, right?"

This is to move out that woman to ask for favor.

Xie Wuwang chuckled lightly and said quietly, "Don't worry."

Ning Qingqing squeezed her palms, not allowing her body to tremble at all. The most unbearable situation is so exposed in broad daylight. This time is good, Master and senior brothers and sisters all know that she is nothing by Xie Wuwang's side.

Xie Wuwang looked at her: "It's not him. Who else?"

The grief and humiliation he brought to her made her dizzy and her ears hummed.

She trembled depressedly: "You ignore the evidence of Zhang Tianbao's murder, and you must excuse him. His injury to me is obvious to all. Can you erase it lightly?"

"Madam." Xie Wu's voice sank slightly, "I have already examined the bodies of the three of Huang Yunzong. Compared with the traces of the murder scene, it is true that Sect Master Huang Yun has gone into trouble to kill his wife and children. In front of the hard evidence, a few blood books drawn casually are really not worth mentioning. Zhang Tianbao hurt you, I will punish you as appropriate, I asked who else? Here, who else hurt you, tell me, don’t Conceal it for others."

The cold white slender fingers are surrounded by fierce flames, like a cold swimming snake, he does not hide his killing intent.

Ning Qingqing was dizzy. It was clear that only Zhang Tianbao had hurt her, but he forced her to point at another person.

"Except Zhang Tianbao, no one will hurt me. If you want to say one person, then I will be myself. I hurt myself. Are you going to kill me?" Ning Qingqing smiled sadly at the broken wine jars all over the floor. Get up, "Don't you just want Qingcheng Mountain? Everyone is already packing up, what else do you want?"

Xie Wuwang frowned his eyebrows, flicked his sleeves, and took away the killing flames. He calmly exposed that one, saying: "North Long Lingshan is rich in spiritual power, and its geographical location is also superior to this place. Moving the clan is beneficial and harmless. , I don’t understand what is your dissatisfaction?"

Ning Qingqing looked at his unwavering eyes, for a long while, and laughed miserably: "Xie Wuwang, you ruined one of my homes, and you want to take away my other home..."

She choked and couldn't speak.

The air became thinner, his eyes turned black from time to time, and he almost fainted.

A fishy sweetness appeared in her chest, and she gasped, struggling unwillingly: "Have you checked the broken hairpin? Can you explain why the deceased left a "chapter"!"

Xie Wuwang pulled her into his arms, his tone of voice could not tell whether it was gentle or indifferent: "A word like an ant crawling, you are sure that it is a chapter? Instead of hurting others, it is better to worry about yourself. Lest... how to die. Do not know at all."

Speaking of the word ‘death’, his cold white teeth sharpened slightly, as if he had put the word in his mouth carefully.

His arms bound her extremely tightly, leaving no room for struggle.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Tianxi: "Head Ning, Madam is unwell, I will take her back to the palace first."

He didn't ask her for advice, he slapped her soft and slender body sideways and stepped into the air.

Ning Qingqing was anxious, dizzy and unable to resist, so she could only close her eyes and pant in front of his chest.

After about a quarter of an hour, he felt Xie Wuwang's body sank and set foot on the ground.

The familiar fragrance of Yuli wood diffused over, infiltrating her dry lungs.

came back.

There was another tingling in her heart. His thin fingers clenched his clothes weakly, and subconsciously looked towards the East Chamber.

"There is only you and me." Xie Wuwang looked down at her, his voice softened a lot.

She presses her lips and taps gently.

Yes, he thought that as long as she sent people away, she could treat her as nothing happened.

He walked into the main house with her in his arms, placing her in the Yunsi quilt like a fragile glass doll.

She was so familiar with this former home, she could put all the furnishings together with her eyes closed.

She immediately found out that it was wrong.

He glanced over his side and looked towards the window couch.

The mushrooms in the pot have died.

It had a beautiful jade-like fungus cap, a flexible and transparent rod, and under the invisible black soil layer, there were countless strands of neat, dense, jade-like hyphae.

But at this moment, there is only a pool of gray and black rot in the basin, which can barely see the appearance of the umbrella handle and umbrella cap before birth.

It's dead.