Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken

After the two left Xiangjun Mountain, they stopped walking on foot. Just as they were about to rise up with their swords, they ran into an ox cart loaded with firewood.

The owner of the car was a farmer who collected firewood in Xiangjun Mountain and was also farming at the foot of the mountain. He asked the two people where they were going very enthusiastically. He heard that they were going to the town and warmly invited them to get on the car.

At that time, Mu Qinglan and Huo Jue had already used blinding spells to change the robes that fluttered around them into coarse clothes, and made some changes in their appearance.

They changed from a fairy couple to an ordinary mortal couple.

After getting into the bullock cart, Huo Jue watched Mu Qinglan talk to the driver.

"Old man, your firewood is good, and you will definitely be able to sell it for a price." Mu Qinglan knew this old man who drove the car, and their family enshrined Huang Daxian.

"The branches of the Xiangjun tree are easy to burn, and they are indeed easy to sell." The old man's voice was not very clear, with a little turbidity characteristic of age, but it was full of energy.

"You look strange, aren't you from the nearby village? Why are you walking from the mountains to the town so late?"

While the old man was talking, he didn't turn his head back. The whip he held in his hand lashed at the cow lightly. The cow just treated it as a tickle, and didn't speed up at all.

Mu Qinglan replied: "From the town, come to visit relatives in the big family of the Chen family next door. Isn't there a child at home, so they can't stay here."

"Oh." The old man didn't have any doubts at all. He knew that the Chen family in the next village was a big family who moved here and had many relatives in the town.

The villages and towns in the ten miles and eight villages under Xiangjun Mountain have already been recruited by the "big fairies" in Mu Qinglan Mountain. No one knows the big and small things in these villages better than Mu Qinglan.

Although Huo Jue's physical appearance had changed, his cedar spine did not bend at all. He sat on the firewood pile and watched Mu Qinglan talking to the old man driving the car with a smile.

Mu Qinglan is very lively, no matter where she goes.

From time to time, when Huo Jue was bumping on the road, he raised his hand and placed it behind her, wanting to support her, but in fact Mu Qinglan was also a mountain ghost after all, not an ordinary person, so why couldn't she fall? It can't be killed.

She and the old man chatted very happily along the way, all of which were family gossip that Huo Jue had never heard of.

He vaguely recalled the fireworks in the world that she was still telling him every day more than a hundred years ago.

Huo Jue was attracted at that time and found it novel. Time has passed, and he still feels that the so-called life of mortals in the eyes of cultivators sounds extraordinarily interesting.

Let the seven emotions and six desires be unrestrained, let love, hate, anger and ignorance grow, how can it be considered a wonderful life? What a cultivator seeks in his life is to cut off human desires and join the Dao to seek longevity. But being born as a human being, but living a life of extinction for hundreds or even thousands of years, how can it be considered alive?

Huo Jue seemed to have a sense of the conflict between Mu Qinglan and the old man's parents, so he simply focused on two things and began to meditate.

It was dusk, and the ox cart was slowly moving forward on the unlit road. It had just passed the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and today is the nineteenth day of the first lunar month.

Therefore, although the moon is not too bright, most of it is still hanging in the sky, and the clear light is scattered from the sky, barely able to outline some outlines of the road and tree shadows in the dark night.

Mu Qinglan had a lot of fun talking, and the old man also had a companion because of this boring journey along the way, as if he knew everything about his grandson.

They even started to tell some legends to Mu Qinglan.

"You were born late, you don't know Xiangjun Mountain. It was not called Xiangjun Mountain in the past, but Beast Forest."

"There are a lot of wolves, tigers and leopards in the mountains, and they often enter the village to hurt the villagers. Fortunately, the monks from Beisong Mountain often came to the mountains to help the villagers drive away the beasts."

Mu Qinglan hugged her knees, looked sideways at Huo Jue, and found that he was actually meditating. She sighed in her heart that he was really hardworking, and then she leaned slightly on her body and leaned on him.

"Then why did the wolves, tigers and leopards disappear?" Mu Qinglan smelled the air mixed with the good smell of Night Breeze and Huo Jue, and listened intently to the untestable story told by the old man.

"It is said that it was probably... well, probably more than a hundred years ago. After all, it was my grandfather who told me this."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, shook the whip in his hand and said: "More than a hundred years ago, there was a girl in the village who escaped from marriage. She made an appointment with a fairy on Beisong Mountain, and met in the Beast Forest."

"Hey, how could that fairy really be in love with a mortal girl? He came late, and the girl has been torn to pieces by the wild beasts in the mountains."

Mu Qinglan was terrified when she heard that, and asked, "Then... what happened to that fairy after that?"

"Later, the fairy, probably because of guilt, restrained the girl's bones. He died in the mountains."

"Ah? Then the fairy doesn't like girls, why did he commit suicide?" Mu Qinglan was puzzled.

"These monks pay attention to cause and effect. I don't know very well. I was still young at the time, and I heard it all. Anyway, after the fairy king killed the beast, he died in the mountain forest. In the forest of beasts, the beasts began to grow around his bones. , grow the Xiangjun tree."

"I know that!" Mu Qinglan said excitedly, "It is said that the Xiangjun tree is the soul of a lover who cannot be together."

"Yes, that's it." The old man said firmly.

"But that's not right either. If Xianjun doesn't love that girl, and he only commits suicide because of all causes and effects, how can he and that girl be regarded as lovers who can't be together?"

The old man is at this age, and what he heard back then was echoing others, how could he know it clearly?

He muttered, "You girl likes to get to the bottom of things..." and stopped talking.

Mu Qinglan kept thinking about this story in her mind, it was so sad and beautiful.

Seeing that the old man stopped talking, she looked sideways at Huo Jue who was meditating with his eyes closed, and began to be dishonest again.

But as soon as his hand touched Huo Jue's waist, Huo Jue grabbed him.

"Aren't you meditating?" Mu Qinglan said, "Did you hear the old man's story?"

Huo Jue looked sideways at Mu Qinglan. Even the night could not hide the redness in his eyes, and Mu Qinglan's eyesight was not very good. Seeing the red circles under his eyes, he asked strangely, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Huo Jue tilted his head slightly: "It's okay, the night wind blows."

"It's true that the wind is a bit strong tonight," Mu Qinglan said quietly, "Then you set up a barrier, so the wind won't be able to blow..."

Huo Jue really raised his hand and set up a barrier, covering both of them.

Mu Qinglan especially likes the feeling that there are only two people left in the world, especially last night when the two of them were covered by the barrier, but they didn't do anything to see people.

Therefore, as soon as Huo Jue covered the barrier, Mu Qinglan immediately went limp and fell on Huo Jue.

Huo Jue raised his hand to catch her, leaned down, let her lean in his arms, let the back of her head rest on his shoulder.

The two sat on the swaying oxcart one behind the other, with their hearts close to each other, cuddling each other, warm and cozy.

Mu Qinglan rubbed back again, getting close to Huo Jue completely, put her hands on one of his long, straight legs, and caressed them politely.

Knocked Huo Jue with the back of the head and said: "Hey, Huo Lang, do you think that the fairy that the old man mentioned really committed suicide because of all cause and effect?"

Huo Jue's throat rolled slowly, but he didn't say anything.

Mu Qinglan said again: "Doesn't he like that woman? Then why did he make an appointment to elope?"

Huo Jue said without hesitation this time: "I like it."

"Huh?" Mu Qinglan looked up at Huo Jue from under his chin.

Huo Jue said softly: "I've heard this story too... That fairy gentleman liked that girl, and gave her a jade pendant that sealed her spiritual consciousness, and made an appointment to pick her up when she settled down at home."

"That's right, you've lived for more than a hundred years, so it's not surprising that you've heard this story! Besides, what the old man said is a monk from Cedar Mountain, do you know him?" Mu Qinglan said, "Tell me, you Say it!"

Mu Qinglan likes listening to and reading stories the most.

Huo Jue has never dared to think about the past, but now he is holding his lost and recovered lover in his arms, and their heartbeats are gradually overlapping together. It seems that he has two powerful hearts alone.

He finally summoned up the courage to think about the details at that time.

It's just that when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse, "I know."

"What kind of person is he? Do you know that woman? What kind of woman is she?"

Huo Jue whispered: "She is a very lively and beautiful girl."

"It's not that the male cultivator doesn't love her, it's not that he didn't keep the appointment, it's just that he was late. He shouldn't be late."

Huo Jue's voice was hoarse and trembling as if sawing wood, he pressed close to Mu Qinglan's ear and said, "So he should die..."

Mu Qinglan frowned slightly, feeling that the story sounded inexplicably familiar, but Huo Jue was actually kissing her side neck and ears, and when Mu Qinglan's ears itched, she had no brain to think about anything.

"Huo Lang..." Mu Qinglan couldn't bear the kiss, her whole body became hot.

They had just made out not long ago, and they were not ordinary people, so there was no fatigue or injury. She was sensitive now, and soon her heartbeat and breathing became chaotic.

Her mind was buzzing like a circle of flying insects, Huo Jue's arms were getting tighter and tighter, strangling her almost out of breath.

She wondered wildly, wouldn't Huo Jue want to have **** with her...

Play, is it so exciting to play?

There are fellow villagers in this car... Although the fellow villagers may only see them sitting obediently even if they turn around because of the enchantment.

But that's a bit too much, Huo Jue is always reserved, he won't...

"Hey!" Mu Qinglan groaned and let him go.

Huo Jue really wouldn't do anything to Mu Qinglan on the bullock cart in the wilderness.

He was out of control last night, and even though he was on the verge of losing control now, he quickly reined in the precipice.

He didn't do anything else, but hugged Mu Qinglan tightly, and finally bit the back of her neck unbearably.

Although Mu Qinglan indulged Huo Jue, she was bitten at this moment, and she was even more shy than what she really did last night.

She has always been frank, straightforward, and enthusiastic, but in fact, she only has a little experience with Huo Jue in matters between men and women, so for the first time between the two of them, she didn't know how to do it, and only knew how to post it.

But she is in the mountains, she is a mountain ghost, she knows everything about this mountain. She naturally knows how animals mate, even if she doesn't want to know at all...

Most animals will grab the back of the female's neck at that time to prevent the female from refusing or being inaccurate.

Mu Qinglan's eyes were wide open, her face was so red that she couldn't see it in the night.

Huo Jue was biting the back of her neck, and she quickly closed her eyes, feeling the scattered breath that Huo Jue was trying to suppress, which was more embarrassing than what she had actually done.

Huo Jue didn't bite hard, first on the back of his neck, then on his shoulders.

Men and males in the animal world are naturally proficient in bonding, especially Huo Jue, who has seen all kinds of depraved scenes before exorcising evil spirits.

In the past, he only thought that it was all evil desires and unbearable.

But when he holds the woman he likes deeply in his arms, when he really tastes the taste of love; when the feelings he has piled up for more than a hundred years erupt, he naturally understands deeply what it means to taste the essence.

Although Huo Jue didn't do anything excessive, he couldn't control himself from hugging Mu Qinglan tighter; he also couldn't control himself from feeling turbulent because of a "story" about himself that he heard from someone else. aggression.

He had to try a little harder to be sure he had her.

Only then can she be sure that she has really returned to her side, and all this is not just a dream.

Huo Jue's scorching breath hit Mu Qinglan's neck, and she had already softened into a puddle of water in his arms.

Huo Jue opened his mouth, and raised his hands around her waist, wishing he could rub her into his heart.

The fall of self-sustaining people is often like a landslide and tsunami, sweeping away thousands of miles.

Huo Jue lowered his eyes slightly, covering everything that was unbearable in his eyes. Even when he looked sideways, he was still beautiful and upright, but his whole body was as hot as a lava sculpture. Only Mu Qinglan who relied on her could truly feel his burning passion.

"Huo Lang...we..." Mu Qinglan couldn't say a complete sentence, all her words collapsed in front of Huo Jue's tightly tightened and squeezed palms.

Huo Jue must be sick. Mu Qinglan thought cloudily.

Him, he shouldn't be like this.

But what should Huo Jue be like? Mu Qinglan couldn't figure it out.

Every man who hugs his beloved woman is actually the same, and the same desire is hard to fill. If not, how can it be love?