On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Sun shadow moves in the courtyard.

There was a dead silence in the sound transmission mirror. It has been several hours since Ning Qingqing’s transmission. Xie Wuwang has not responded at all.

Her heart was secretly tugging in pain, like a shower of rain, dense and fine, endless.

It's better to give it a pain than to cut the meat with such a soft knife.

The shadow of the sun slanted west, the stars seeped into the night, and the moon gradually climbed between the branches and leaves of the laurel tree.

She froze into a statue, waiting quietly for his news.

She exhausted all her willpower and resisted not transmitting to him again. She didn't want to think about him, but the memory kept pouring up, his exquisiteness, his strength, the aggressive chuckle at the corners of his lips, his dark and long eyes narrowed slightly, his breath and his temperature... Everything about him is lingering in her heart.

She sadly discovered that almost all of Xie Wuwang's memories were between the beds. When he came to Yuliyuan, his purpose was always so clear.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

She suffered for three full days.

These three days, it seemed that after a lifetime, when she rolled her eyes, she felt like her eyes were carved out of wood.

The wooden house made of Yulixian seemed to be getting colder and colder, and she wanted to freeze her to death here.

She curled up, and in the boundless world, it seemed that she was the only one left... No, that's right, she still has the master, and the brothers and sisters! From a young age, everyone told her by precepts and deeds that if you are good to others, others will be good to yourself. But in Xie Wuwang's place, it doesn't seem to be the case...

She grabbed the sound-transmitting mirror abruptly, as if a drowning man had caught a straw.

With a finger on the hard texture in the southeast, she injected spiritual power to send a letter to her master, Qingcheng Sword Sect leader Ning Tianxi.

"Master, I miss home..."

I thought I was completely numb, but I didn't expect that when I called the master, my emotions suddenly found the way out, tears broke, and I didn't finish a single sentence, and he cried.

She is not alone. The master and senior brothers and sisters of the Qingcheng Sword Sect will never abandon her. She can go back at any time, holding and crying by another person every day, until the love is healed.

Thinking of this, the grievances in my heart turned into tears and poured out.

Only when you know you are loved, you will be wronged unscrupulously.

For a long time, after crying, she hiccuped and wiped away the tears, wiped away the hair that was stuck on her face, touched the sound-transmitting mirror casually, and naturally pointed her finger towards the center of the mirror, ready to read the master's echo.

"what?"

Jing Xin was dead silent, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

"It turns out that the sound transmission mirror is broken." She suddenly realized.

It's impossible for a bad old man not to reply to her news.

She placed the octagonal bronze mirror in her palm, immersed herself in her mind, and swayed the soft and balanced spiritual power of the five elements like water waves, trying to resonate with this magic weapon.

The lustrous white light rolled back and forth on the mirror surface.

After a long while, Ning Qingqing withdrew his spiritual power and shook his head.

She can only resonate with high-level spiritual weapons and magic weapons. The level of the sound transmission mirror is too low to be repaired.

Her talent is really hard to express in one word, she is incredibly slow in her practice, and she chooses to abandon other people's low-level magic weapons.

She sighed and stood up with the sound transmission mirror: "Who can fix it..."

There was a sudden movement, and she was stunned.

As if there was a flash of lightning illuminating the faintness, she suddenly realized clearly how bad she was in this relationship with Xie Wuwang.

Xie Wuwang didn't reply to her, she could find a hundred reasons in her heart. But the master did not reply to her, she immediately determined that the sound transmission mirror was broken.

In fact, why don't you understand, who cares about her, who doesn't care about her, it's clear at a glance.

No need to deliberately look for it, there are evidences that he doesn't love her everywhere.

The heart was pumping and hurting, and it was so painful that it was almost breathless.

In a trance, I saw a glimmer of light.

Ning Qingqing stared blankly.

The sound transmission mirror turned on.

Isn't it broken?

Her scalp was numb, and her heart was beating uncontrollably. She suddenly reached out her hand, but curled up before her fingers touched the mirror heart.

‘No, it’s definitely not him, it’s the master. ’

She took a deep breath, settled her mind, and poured spiritual power into the mirror's heart.

"Little Qing'er!" A roaring female voice came out, shaking the mirror surface, "The old man succeeded in rebuilding the sword bone!"

It is Wu Xiaqi, the second senior sister of the Qingcheng Sword School. She has the loudest voice in the whole school.

Bad old man? Reshape the sword bone?

Ning Qingqing was stunned for a while without responding. The bad old man was so decadent because he had damaged his sword bones when he fought with monsters in his early years, and he was unable to move his sword spirit ever since. The injury of the sword bone is at the root, and even the leader of the world's medical repairs, the master of the medicine king valley, said that it was unable to return to the sky.

The old man has already given up his practice, and eats every day and waits for his death.

How come suddenly...

Ning Qingqing felt that she had come back alive again. She held the sound transmission mirror excitedly, and before she had time to reply, she saw the mirror heart flashed with a shimmer of spiritual power again.

Wu Xiaqi’s loud voice resounded through Yuliyuan: "The **** of sword spirit is really a waste to use on the old man. Although he is our master, we have one thing to say. Treating him is really ruining Daojun. It’s a good thing, and the prince of labor personally took the initiative to shape his bones...Xiao Qing'er, you are afraid that it is not a tornado, but a tornado!"

Ning Qingqing's heartbeat paused fiercely, her fingers trembling lightly, and she could barely hold the microphone.

She infused spiritual energy in disbelief, and passed the voice transmission: "Second Senior Sister, please make it clear. Who? When? How about Master?"

Wu Xiaqi quickly replied: "Three days ago, the Taoist rushed over from Kunlun with the sword spirit in the middle of the night, and personally reshaped the sword bone for the master. It took three days. Only then, the master's sword bone has been completed, and the person has returned I have to be in a coma for some time. By the way, the Daoist said that you have suffered a minor injury and cannot travel with you.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I will go back to see you as soon as possible..." She cried.

Wu Xiaqi's voice was very disgusting: "How old are you still crying! When you look back, thank the Taoist monarch, don't just act like a baby like a baby!"

Ning Qingqing: "...I know."

After putting down the sound transmission mirror, her heart was twisted into a mess.

She wrongly blamed Xie Wuwang.

On the night that Yun Shuimiao stayed in Qianyuan Hall, Xie Wuwang went to Kunlun to take the spirit of the sword to Qingcheng Mountain to build the bone for Master.

He didn't want to hurt her, but wanted to give her a big surprise.

When she spoke to him those resolute words, he had already begun to reshape the sword bones for the master, and naturally he couldn't reply.

Ning Qingqing covered her lips, tears once again broke the embankment.

When the master's cultivation was in full bloom, it was just a sword cultivation at the stage of transformation. Xie Wuwang did this naturally not for any benefit, but for her.

All of a sudden, my heart was filled with thoughts, and my throat was sore and bitter.

He is so mindful, so does he really care about her?

She was stunned for a long time, and she thought through it a little bit.

He is cold by nature, and he is a solemn Taoist monarch, so he doesn't want to be confined to love and love. In this world, there are thousands of different human temperaments. Where can they be perfect?

He said he didn't love, but he treated her as one for three hundred years, just guarding her. Isn't this more reliable than sweet words?

She seems really wrong. She shouldn't be anxious, she shouldn't force him.

Two people are obviously happy and sweet together.

In tears, she slowly raised a smile.

She is happy for the bad old man and also happy for herself.

It's just that unfeeling sound transmission... can't be collected anymore!

Ning Qingqing covered her hot cheeks, groaning and falling into the bed and rolling a few times.

The sound transmission mirror lights up again.

This time, Xie Wuwang's voice floated in the mirror—

"Your clean husband, come back on the night of the full moon."

After a word, there was a sneer between the teeth.

Her heart throbbed and became a limp.

The day of the full moon is dazzling.

Ning Qingqing was fidgeting early in the morning. She went to the small kitchen on the left side of the corridor and made him crispy whitebait shreds and crisp green beans, warmed the wine with a simmering fire, and went back to the spiritual pond in the side room to take a bath, and then replaced it with the cloud yarn he liked.

The beautiful figure is wrapped in a cloud-like veil, and it is looming, the black hair is fluffy behind his head, and the snow neck is even more slender.

Needless to say what will happen tonight.

Her heart seemed to be soaked in a boiling hot pot, thumping up and down.

As she walked along the corridor to the thirteenth lap, the long-sleeved figure fell silently into the courtyard, and her black eyes glanced over, unscrupulously infringing upon the feasting beauty she had specially prepared for him.

She was trembling slightly by the light in his eyes, and her smile was a little cramped: "The husband is back."

"Um."

She walked around the corridor and stepped barefoot into the courtyard.

There is a big laurel tree planted in the courtyard, the mud and dust on the ground are soft and cool, and the cloud gauze flutters gently in the night breeze. Xie Wuwei raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Tonight, the moon was overflowing, and the silver-white light fell on him, suddenly becoming dim, becoming a foil for this banished immortal. He usually only wears black or white, but today he wears a black robe, which makes his face even colder and whiter.

She greeted him and stood in front of him with her head slightly down. His body was still clean and pure cold fragrance, accompanied by his temperature and breath invading her, making her heart tremble.

She hurriedly took him by one hand, turned back and led him to the house.

"My husband has worked hard. I have prepared wine and food, so let's use some first."

He answered with a heavy breath.

Burning eyes fell on her long, snow-white back neck, and she knew that he would have his preference there tonight.

Entering the room, he hid the bit of aggression under his unfathomable eyes, leaving only a light cloud on his face.

He half-leaned on the window couch in his spare time, tilted his head slightly, waiting for her to bring the wine and food.

The warm yellow light radiated softly on her cheeks, and she looked wonderful, like a pool of warm spring water that made people drown in it willingly.

She placed the jade saucer wine cup and chopsticks, and sat down opposite him, and the two of them toasted and drank, not to mention the previous unhappiness.

"If I hadn't been injured, I would be able to return to Qingcheng Mountain with my husband this time." She said regretfully.

This is a vague apology to him. If he was not injured, he would not act like a baby through the voice transmission, and then ran to Qianyuan Hall with a little bit of resentment to'eavesdrop' what he said. After suffering hardship, he still refused to forgive and asked his sincerity.

It only takes a little bit to talk to someone like him with a deep mind. He knew what she meant.

There seemed to be a faint voice in my heart asking myself-‘Am I really wrong? ’

Before the dangerous mood revived, she stopped in time, blinked, and waited for him to react.

He raised his eyebrows and accepted her gesture: "I will take you in three days."

"Why three days?" she asked subconsciously.

His eyes darkened a little, his eyes fixed on her lips, and his voice was dyed dumb, meaning: "What do you mean? Madam."

Ning Qingqing's breathing was stagnant, and her head dropped. Will it be... three full days?

There was a burst of enthusiasm on his cheeks.

His hand crossed the desk and covered the back of her hand.

The hand was big, and her slender fingers clasped her, hot and strong. She lowered her head and couldn't see her hands, only his jade complexion and the distinct joints of bamboo. The hand of a pleasing man gave her a sense of suffocation that was swallowed by the abyss.

His body trembled unconsciously, his sudden breathing and flushed cheeks made him feel good.

"Do you miss me so much?" The low, sweet voice was unabashedly filled with dumbness.

The author has something to say:

There is no white moonlight, not a stand-in stalk, and no past and present lives.

It's a simple love story.

Mushroom: Holding yourself shivering