Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken

After Huo Jue fell asleep, Mu Qinglan helped him keep an eye on the sect as promised, to prevent monsters from waiting for an opportunity to go up the mountain, and also to prevent the elders in the sect from having different ideas.

Mu Qinglan is very familiar with the pine spirits on Beisong Mountain, and the pine spirits all over Beisong Mountain are her eyeliner.

It's a pity that these real tree spirits, even if they grow on a spiritual mountain like Beisong Mountain, have no chance to cultivate spiritual wisdom and transform into a human form.

Mu Qinglan was not in the room. Although Huo Jue was stunned by the spiritual power, he still couldn't sleep peacefully because he was worried about the situation at the door.

He had a dream. First, he dreamed that all the elders in the sect had rebelled, including Guan Zishi, the elder of Yushan who had always supported him.

They all said that he seduced Yaoxie and was not worthy of being the head of the Tianyuan Sword Sect, and they wanted to drive him down Beisong Mountain.

Then he dreamed that he was reduced to a lush mountain forest. In midsummer, the sky was as cloudy as night, and lightning flashed across the sky, which meant that the rain was about to come.

In his dream, he held his natal sword Yingying, fighting for meat and bones with wolves, tigers and leopards. His arms were smelly and muddy, and he was wrapped in a cloth bag, which contained a pile of bones of different lengths. With bright red minced meat.

In his dream, he was able to walk freely, holding an epee in his hand, tossing and turning in the mountains.

The torrential rain poured down, and he didn't use spells to prop up the rain curtain. He was completely drenched, his bun fell apart, and his long jet-black hair fell from the top of his head, sticking wetly to his back and face.

He could clearly feel a raging fire burning in his chest that could not be extinguished even by the rain, sizzling, trying to burn his internal organs to the same level as the meat and bones in the burden of flesh and blood.

He was wandering in the mountains, his white clothes were soaked, stained with blood, like a living ghost.

He could really feel the severe pain in his inner mansion, the rampant spiritual power, and the cracks like spider webs appeared in the spiritual mansion.

He endured the severe pain, supported the ground with his epee, and walked step by step in the torrential rain, thunder and lightning.

Huo Jue dreamed that he walked all night, and when it was almost dawn, he felt that his spiritual palace was broken, and his natal sword hummed continuously.

When forging swords, the natal sword was meant to seal up one's own spiritual consciousness. His soul was broken and his soul was in turmoil, so the spiritual consciousness sealed in the natal sword naturally felt something.

Therefore, he raised his sword in the light of lightning, and clearly saw the crack on the heavy sword.

Huo Jue's liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

His ears could not hear anything amidst the furious thunder, but under the condensed flash of rolling coercion, his straight back bent as if under heavy pressure, like a jade mountain about to collapse.

He raised his head, looked at the dim sky, clearly felt the raging anger in his heart, and heard himself say slowly: "I want to kill them."

"I'm going to kill them."

"I'm going to kill them!"

"I'm going to kill them—"

"boom!"

A ray of thunder wrapped in the momentum of a thousand thunders, traversed the sky, and struck straight at Huo Jue—

Huo Jue gasped, and sat up from the bed with his arms propped up, screaming hoarsely and frantically, still pressed in his throat and about to blurt out.

His heart was beating so hard that it would burst into his chest, and the violent panting in his throat even made a sharp whistling sound.

Huo Jue subconsciously raised his hand to touch the epee Yingying, which was placed beside the bed, but found nothing.

He fumbled around in a panic, his heart boiling and raging like fuel. He crawled on the bed and touched the square inch of the pillow. When he couldn't touch Yingying, his heart seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, falling infinitely.

He had long forgotten that after his spiritual mansion was shattered, before his eyes were blind, he had already sealed up his natal sword and put it away.

Just when he was about to toss himself to the ground, suddenly his groping hand grabbed the other hand.

"Huo Lang? What's wrong? What are you looking for?"

The warm touch along with the spiritual power quickly flowed along Huo Jue's meridians. These hands warmed Huo Jue so much that they couldn't help but pull Huo Jue out of the cold, wet, greasy and painful dream. Back to the warm world.

Huo Jue grasped Mu Qinglan's hand tightly as if holding onto a life-saving straw. Mu Qinglan opened her fingers slightly, taking the opportunity to intertwine with him.

Huo Jue didn't notice it, the cold sweat all over his body made him wet and cold.

Mu Qinglan took advantage of the opportunity to sit by the bed, pushed Huo Jue down, and said softly, "Don't panic, the situation at the door is very stable, but the big formation is gone, and it's too cold on the mountain now, get under the quilt quickly, don't come out .”

"I have asked my disciples to light a charcoal fire and send it over. No one in the mountain is causing trouble."

Huo Jue didn't say anything, and sat there, holding Mu Qinglan's hand tightly.

His lips were pale, and the white veil covering his face rolled away somewhere, his dark eyes looked in Mu Qinglan's direction, and he was stunned for a long time.

Mu Qinglan was so looked at that he thought he had recovered his eyesight, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but his eyes didn't respond, so she realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Qinglan carefully observed Huo Jue's complexion, looked at the bulging veins on his side neck, and asked sharply, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Hearing this, Huo Jue licked his dry lips, and completely escaped from that terrible dream.

It turned out to be a nightmare.

It should be because he thinks about it every day and dreams at night, even in his dreams he is dreaming that his spiritual palace is broken.

Huo Jue let out a breath slowly, and finally returned to normal, and because Mu Qinglan and his intertwined hands had been sending him spiritual power, Huo Jue's complexion visibly improved, and his breath gradually subsided.

"Well, nightmare." Huo Jue said, his voice was still a little hoarse, as if he was really in a dream, shouting hysterically at the heaven.

Little did they know that the hoarse voice made Mu Qinglan's body go numb.

She let out a hemiplegic "ah", then looked at Huo Jue's restored lip color in a daze, swallowed, and felt like a small dry fried crispy fish thrown into an oil pan.

Almost ripe, crispy and boneless.

Huo Jue just woke up with a hazy expression on his face, his clothes were disheveled, his eyes were out of focus, he looked too easy to bully, and too attractive to be bullied.

His voice was not only hoarse, but also a little nasal, giving people the illusion of being dependent.

No one can withstand this!

Fortunately, Mu Qinglan is not a human being, so she can barely handle it.

After a while, Mu Qinglan also comforted with a dry voice: "Dreams are all reversed, don't be afraid."

"What did you dream about?" Mu Qinglan seduced, then quietly approached Huo Jue, wanting to take the opportunity to hug her.

But Huo Jue is now fully awake, not as confused as before. He noticed Mu Qinglan approaching, so he avoided it naturally.

And he pulled out the damp fingers holding the two together.

"You don't need to send me any more spiritual power." Huo Jue said lightly, "Anyway, my body can't survive, it's just a waste."

Mu Qinglan felt extremely regretful, wishing she could smash her own head.

Why was she staring at Huo Jue in a daze just now?

If she had hugged her just now, Huo Jue probably would have let her hug her!

She was a little annoyed with remorse, and said: "I have spiritual power, and I am willing to give it to you."

Huo Jue didn't say a word, and fumbled to put on his robe, and recovered from a brief loss of control into a young fairy with a cold and serious face.

He takes a bath every morning, but now that the door is in such a mess, it's hard for Huo Jue to order his disciples to prepare bath soup for him.

When Huo Jue was about to fumble for a wash, Mu Qinglan covered her head and face with several cleansing techniques in a row, which made Huo Jue stunned again.

"You..." Is there a way to discern people's hearts?

Why can he always shoot when he needs it?

Huo Jue didn't ask after all. Many methods are the way of the demon to save his life, so it's inconvenient for him to ask.

But soon Huo Jue was shocked again, because he just felt hungry, Mu Qinglan opened the food box, and the smell of the food came out, Huo Jue was speechless again.

In the dream, he violated the way of heaven and started killing people, causing the Dao Lingfu to be shattered. In reality, he was fighting against the demon clan's shattered Lingfu, and there were people who took care of him so meticulously.

The dream turned out to be the opposite.

Mu Qinglan was also used to Huo Jue not being talkative when he was not teasing, so she helped him straighten his robes, looked at his skillfully tied hair, and handed him a gorgeous hairpin.

As soon as Huo Jue touched it, he knew it wasn't his.

His are all hosta, this... is wooden.

It was carved by Mu Qinglan last night when she was free, using the pillars of the main hall of the Tianyuan Sword Sect that have stood upright for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Anyway, all the pine spirits in Beisongshan are eyeliners, so she doesn't have to go to inspect them in person. Huo Jue promised her to keep it down, and would teach her how to practice in person. Mu Qinglan's joy was beyond words, and she always felt uneasy if she didn't do anything.

Then I found the material and made this hairpin.

It was an ancient pine tree that had reached its end of life, and its spiritual power was overwhelming. Mu Qinglan quietly cut a piece out of sight, carved this spiritual wood hairpin, and set a guardian rune on it, sealing her for a lifetime. A wisp of spiritual consciousness, in an emergency, can help Huo Jue block a blow.

Huo Jue touched the hairpin, didn't ask any questions immediately, and didn't move his head away.

He touched the intricate carvings with his fingers, and finally put them down gently, then touched the white jade hairpin he usually wears and put it on.

He took out Muzan's hairpin which seemed to be a pair of fluttering birds.

Huo Jue traveled the mortal world and practiced eliminating evil spirits. He knew that hairpins are very particular and have different meanings. A pair of fluttering birds should be lovebirds.

Willing to be lovebirds in the sky... It is a hairpin that mortal couples will give each other, implying that they will fly together and never leave.

He secretly sighed, last night he was almost deceived by Mu Qinglan, who had "reformed from evil and returned to righteousness".

He thought she really let go.

Seeing that Huo Jue wasn't wearing it, Mu Qinglan quietly stuck out her tongue behind him.

Didn't lie.

Huo Lang is really smart in a place where he shouldn't be smart.

Seeing that he had finished his hair, Mu Qinglan stepped forward and said, "Eat something, the temperature is almost there."

Mu Qinglan looked at Huo Jue's hair that was still very neatly combed even though she was blind, she gave a "tsk" in her heart, and began to bully the blind man, saying deliberately: "Oh, it's crooked here."

"Well...it's not very crooked, but it's a bit messy here."

"Don't move, I'll help you adjust."

Then Mu Qinglan grinned, and successfully started, touching here and there deliberately, and finally said: "Okay."

Huo Jue really couldn't see, he didn't know what his image was like, so he had no choice but to let her torment him.

He fastened the white gauze covering his eyes and let Mu Qinglan push it to the table.

Qu Shuang and the disciples in the inner courtyard worked all night, and they still haven't come back. The two disciples guarding the gate are responsible for taking care of Huo Jue, and their usual work has been completely taken away by Mu Qinglan, who is taking advantage of loopholes.

Mu Qinglan arranged the bowls and chopsticks, and asked Huo Jue, "Huo Lang, would you mind eating with me? I haven't had time to eat in the morning, and I'm very hungry."

This is too nonsense, Mu Qinglan can eat, or not eat at all.

She usually doesn't eat what she doesn't particularly want to eat. After wandering around the world for so many years, she has eaten almost everything.

But having dinner with Huo Lang like an ordinary couple really made Mu Qinglan particularly appetizing.

Huo Jue naturally agreed to everything, although because of bigu, he hardly remembered eating with anyone at the same table. But he doesn't mind having dinner with Mu Qinglan.

He was just a little curious, "Even if you are a dryad, you still need to eat mortal food?"

Mu Qinglan filled the porridge for him, put the chopsticks in his hand, and took him to find the position of several plates.

Only then did he say, "I'm just greedy."

Huo Jue moved his lower lip slightly, but said nothing.

But after a while, the two of them ate about the same quietly. Huo Jue put down the porridge bowl, but he still couldn't help saying: "You should not be greedy when you practice a dish. As a tree demon, these mortals are useless if they eat too much food." Useful, but also specifically to remove impurities, why... um."

Mu Qinglan stuffed a pancake at the right temperature into Huo Jue's mouth and blocked his mouth that taught others.

She didn't eat a few mouthfuls at first, and just ate with Huo Jue's beauty.

Huo Jue was gagged, froze for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pinch the pancake.

Mu Qinglan smiled and said, "Salty and sweet, I made it new, you can try it, I put extra sesame seeds for you."

Huo Jue didn't have the habit of spitting out what was in his mouth, so he simply took a bite, his eyes narrowed slightly behind the white gauze.

It is very fragrant and not greasy, which is his favorite taste.

He didn't say anything, just ate slowly.

Recalling the first time she ate this kind of cake, Mu Qinglan still occupied Qu Shuang's body to frighten him, but voluntarily walked into the formation he set up, got injured, and asked him if he was satisfied with her injury .

As if he was dissatisfied, she could still hurt more and shed more blood for him to enjoy.

For a moment, Huo Jue felt that the pancakes were a little hard to swallow, but he was actually quite terrified of what Mu Qinglan said about his liking.

He was even terrified to the point of wanting to escape, regardless of the transvestite's different routes, he felt that he really couldn't afford this kind of affection.

Although he didn't show it, he was really scared.

Thinking of this, Huo Jue couldn't even taste the cake in his mouth.

Little did he know that he was worried here, and Mu Qinglan was sitting next to him "gloating".

Not nice to me? not love me?

After eating so many of my wife's cakes, if you still want to be my husband, I'm afraid even God won't agree!

After Huo Jue finished eating one, Mu Qinglan stuffed him another one, but Huo Jue didn't put it in his mouth.

Mu Qinglan's tone is gentle, like Mu Xiaoqian who seduces frail scholars to indulge in love.

"Eat it, I've been doing it for a long time, don't you like it?"

Huo Jue brought the pancake to his lips, and took another bite. His lips were oily, with a little sesame seed on them.

Mu Qinglan looked at him and said nonchalantly, "I like sesame seeds too." She wanted to eat the sesame seeds on his mouth.

Huo Jue didn't say a word, just lowered his head and ate in silence.

He thought about finding some reason to send Mu Qinglan away.

But in the end, he didn't find any valid reason, so he could only ignore Mu Qinglan's existence as much as possible.

But Mu Qinglan was too clingy.

Huo Jue is usually used to staying in one place by himself, or in other words, he has grown up so much that he has always been alone. Occasionally, I go down the mountain with my disciples to experience slaying demons and slaying demons, and at most live in the same inn, not in the same room.

But now on his one-acre three-point land, there is an extra Mu Qinglan with a very strong sense of presence.

She followed almost wherever Huo Jue went.

Huo Jue drew the talisman, and she adjusted the talisman water.

Huo Jue was in a daze, she poured tea for Huo Jue.

Huo Jue found out the natal sword and groped it inch by inch, while Mu Qinglan kept praising the sword for how mighty it looked.

She even asked Huo Jue: "Can I touch it? Play with it? I think this sword has a very intimate feeling."

This reason is too ridiculous, Huo Jue didn't agree at all.

For sword cultivators, natal swords are like their own wives, and there is no reason to give their wives to others.

Mu Qinglan didn't force it, but just kept staring at Huo Jue's hand that kept rubbing the blade, feeling a bit unbearable to look directly at.

It felt very strange. Huo Jue was wearing the storage ring she gave her, and his slender hand caressed the shiny sword. Mu Qinglan couldn't help but imagine that Huo Jue's hand was walking on her body...

Huo Jue touched the sword so that she was so thirsty that she drank two teapots of water by herself without suppressing it.

Finally, she clasped Huo Jue's wrist and said: "Don't touch it, you can't see it, the sword will not hurt you later."

In fact, she couldn't take it anymore, Huo Jue seemed to be comforting his beloved woman, she was too lustful, and made Mu Qinglan jealous for no reason, wishing to replace it with her own body.

Huo Jue also put it down. Actually, he doesn't usually take out his natal sword because of the vivid dream last night. He saw the crack on the natal sword, so he couldn't help but take it out to confirm it again and again.

The two of them have been getting tired of being together, and Huo Jue gradually couldn't bear it.

During the period, Qu Shuang came back twice, and found that Huo Jue was taken care of quite well. Hearing from two gatekeeper disciples, Mu Qinglan helped Huo Jue to take care of everything when he got up in the morning. To push Mu Qinglan away, he didn't even stare at her.

The door is too messy now, Huo Jue really needs someone to take care of him.

The young master is cold and indifferent by nature, and it is difficult to get along with someone for a long time. Sometimes he stays in the young master's room for a long time, and the young master will kick him out.

Guessing that Mu Qinglan doesn't need him to drive her away, the young master will drive her away by himself after a while.

Huo Jue was indeed very uncomfortable. He had been in the same room with Mu Qinglan for a day, and it was because he thought that Mu Qinglan was a magic weapon to plot against him and wanted to lure her into action, so he endured it.

Today is different, Mu Qinglan talks a lot and always leads Huo Jue to speak.

Even when he was not speaking, he would make noises like a little mouse.

Even if she didn't move at all, Huo Jue could still feel her presence, because she seemed to be staring at him all the time.

That look was about to turn into substance, burning holes in Huo Jue's body.

Huo Jue had nothing to do in the afternoon, and he was drawing talismans again. Now only talisman seals can make the best use of him, a useless person.

But he has scrapped several paintings one after another, and Mu Qinglan has been tossing back and forth by his side, always pretending to bump into him casually.

The trick is really clumsy.

Brush his hair for a while, touch his fingertips or elbows for a while.

Squatting under the table looking for something, even touching his feet.

Huo Jue was so embarrassed that he couldn't even wake up.

He always waited for Mu Qinglan to go too far, so as to get mad at her and drive her away from his room.

But Mu Qinglan didn't know what kind of wind it was. Every time she touched it, she quickly avoided it. If she touched it, she would be honest for a long time.

Huo Jue was very annoyed, but felt that these "inadvertent" little things made him seem to care about her very much.

He was a little ashamed.

He felt like a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. He put it on a plate and was poked by others. After a while, he poked a hole, but the other party refused to eat it. When he finally rebounded slowly, the other party poked it in other places. .

Huo Jue couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Otherwise... I'll teach you how to draw symbols."

"You follow me to draw. Although there are no special talismans now, talismans and formations are indispensable when fighting and'hunting'."

The "hunting" in Huo Jue's mouth is to hunt demons and ghosts. After he finished speaking, he realized that Mu Qinglan was among them, so he paused and said, "If you travel in the four kingdoms of the world in the future, maybe you will meet a demon cultivator who is stronger than you." Or evil cultivators. The demon cultivators and evil cultivators who came out of the Unbounded Valley advocate the law of the jungle, they will kill low-level demon cultivators to dig demon pills, and even arrest them and imprison them for supplements."

"You have learned the talisman and formation, and if you use it, you can't fight against it, and you can delay your escape."

"Okay." Mu Qinglan said, "I am also very interested. I have never come into contact with such an exquisite talisman. In the formation that you set a trap to pull me out of Qu Shuang's body before, those transformed The talisman seal for the gang blade is very powerful!"

It is indeed difficult for demon cultivators to come into contact with orthodox spells, and most demon cultivators use demon power to cultivate themselves, not very proficient in these, and more inclined to their innate spells.

For example, the fox demon majored in illusion, the tiger demon majored in devouring, and the wolf demon majored in strength and biting.

Tree demon... Huo Jue doesn't know much about it, because it's very difficult for plants and trees in this world to develop spiritual intelligence, let alone cultivate human form.

However, when Mu Qinglan mentioned the talisman he used to set up the formation that day, Huo Jue thought for a moment and said, "In the future, you must remember not to step into other people's formations for any reason."

"Don't rely on the strength of your body to do whatever you want. You don't know that the world's martial arts are different, but they have their own subtleties. If you make a careless move..."

If you accidentally play it off, wouldn't it be a waste of hundreds of years of cultivation.

Huo Jue frowned slightly, his worried look for Mu Qinglan made Mu Qinglan almost unable to resist kissing him.

He swallowed and held back.

But he didn't resist to reveal his feelings, and said: "Huo Lang, I will step on it voluntarily, only the formation you set up, even if you cut me into pieces..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Huo Jue coughed suddenly, and his breath was drawn out of place.

Mu Qinglan shut up as expected, and didn't say anything that Huo Jue didn't dare to listen to.

Concerned: "Huo Lang, drink your saliva quickly."

He poured water for him, and pressed Huo Jue's back heart with his hands, and channeled his spiritual power to soothe his meridians.

Huo Jue coughed until his face turned red, especially at the tips of his ears.

But in fact he spurned himself in his heart, he said that Mu Qinglan's behavior was clumsy, and his fake cough is probably not too much.

When he calmed down, he straightened his face and said solemnly: "Come on, let me teach you how to draw the talisman that turns into a blade first."

"Yeah!" Mu Qinglan nodded, she was really interested.

When she thought that what she learned was taught by Huo Jue, and she would be able to use the same talismans as Huo Jue in the future, Mu Qinglan found it very interesting.

Huo Jue touched a piece of talisman paper, and acted like a teacher. Before he started to write, he sank to the bottom in one breath, drew extremely slowly, and tilted his head slightly, demonstrating to Mu Qinglan.

Mu Qinglan imitated the example, but she was also very angry in her dantian.

But Mu Qinglan looked at his side face patronizingly, and the drawing on her hand was like a ghostly talisman.

However, Huo Jue was very patient and demonstrated it three times, and Mu Qinglan learned it easily.

Mu Qinglan was smart in the first place, and her spiritual power was extremely pure, so the finished product she drew was more than one grade higher than that of Huo Jue, a **** who was already inferior to ordinary people.

She was holding the talisman and was about to hand it to Huo Jue to "ask for credit and reward".

As a result, Huo Jue said softly, "Don't worry if you can't learn it. This is an intermediate-level talisman. The talismans you encountered in the mortal sect are all lower-level, so it's easy to draw."

"Look slowly, if you really don't know how to do it, I can take you through it."

Mu Qinglan paused, her eyes turned green, and there is such a good thing? !

She quickly messed up the talisman seal she had drawn and threw it into the wastebasket.

Then he scribbled again, relying on Huo Jue not being able to see, he drew peach blossoms on the talisman paper.

When Huo Jue thought she was really bad, she pretended to be sad and said, "I really can't draw, I'm too stupid. How about you take me through?"

Huo Jue didn't doubt him, and he taught things without paying attention to the defense between men and women.

His mind is as clear as snow, how could he know that Mu Qinglan harbors evil intentions?

He moved the wheelchair sideways, touched a piece of talisman paper, grabbed Mu Qinglan's hand holding the pen, and led her around very slowly.

But because Mu Qinglan was too excited, the aura knocked the rune into a crooked position, so it was naturally useless.

Huo Jue frowned slightly, and leaned forward again, almost touching Mu Qinglan's side, took another talisman paper, and tried again.

Wasted again.

Three paintings in a row were wasted, and because the two people bowed their heads at the desk, their hair was already entangled, and their bodies were stuck together.

Mu Qinglan guessed that it was almost done, and Huo Jue would be annoyed if she kept pretending.

In the end, the fourth card was scrapped, and Huo Jue was still very patient.

He dipped Mu Qinglan's hand in ink, and almost held her half in his arms. While drawing slowly, he said, "This is an intermediate attack talisman. You have to be patient, and the release of your spiritual power must be even..."

He was too gentle and confusing, and in the end, the talisman was naturally useless again.

Mu Qinglan's palms were sweaty, this time it wasn't intentional, her heart was about to burst out of her throat, and Huo Jue's face was beside her!

Huo Jue didn't change his face, and led her to draw again, like a living Buddha who is as immobile as a mountain and has a clear mind.

Until seven or eight paintings were scrapped, Mu Qinglan was so nervous that her throat was smoldering, and even her legs began to weaken. When she accidentally sat on Huo Jue's lap, Huo Jue finally realized that they were too close, and her hands shook.

A huge ink dot fell on the talisman paper, red as blood, and fainted silently.

The sticky atmosphere was slowly eroding the air around the two of them, permeating the silence of the room with rough edges.