On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Xie Wuwang was determined to look at Ning Qingqing.

There was a thin layer of mist in her eyes, and her eyes were warm and soft.

But there is a kind of unspeakable flexibility and firmness.

There is no turning point.

Xie Wuzuo lowered his eyes, put his cold white hand out of his sleeve, and gently brushed it across the chair rail of the wooden pavilion.

"It was built for you. Come if you want." He said, "It has also been alone for three hundred years and unaccompanied. If you want to come, it is happy."

He agreed readily, but it made Ning Qingqing a little worried whether he didn't understand what she meant.

Just as he was about to say something, the monk had jumped in with his wide gray sleeves, interrupting the weird atmosphere in the wooden pavilion.

Xie Wuwang raised his eyes lazily, and raised his jaw to Ning Qingqing: "Do your business."

"Oh……"

Ning Qingqing took out the red lotus seeds from the Qiankun bag, and simply told the monk what had happened.

"Hiss," the monk scratched his chin with a long black nail. "The lotus has a far-sighted, intellectual level far surpassing you ordinary people. The lotus language is profound and mysterious. If you don't understand it, it's no longer necessary. Normal?"

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She has discovered that, whether it is a human, a demon or a lotus, all lower creatures have one thing in common-arrogance.

She angrily said: "In the face of the rhythm of mushroom hyphae, all languages ​​are swaying the door, okay? Do you know how many different algorithms can be put on three hyphae?"

"Huh!" The monk lifted his robe, jumped on the pillar and squatted down, arguing with her, "Have you seen the lotus veins? Do you understand golden cutting? Do you understand tree-shaped fractals? Hey, what a child Fearless, the hyphae you mentioned are either parallel and disjoint, or wrapped in a mess of wool..."

Ning Qingqing: "..." Suddenly there was a guilty conscience.

She argued: "Mycelium can extend indefinitely, and there are endless possibilities!"

"Ha!" The monk laughed, "What's the use of silly stretching forward? Our lotus clan is beautiful inside, although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs."

Xie Wuwang knocked on the wood and exhaled softly: "Do, thing."

The color monk curled his lips: "Blindly protect my wife!"

Ning Qingqing curled up her fingers gently, muttering in a low voice, "Heli, it's not his wife."

"Quiet." Said the seducer, "Birdman never finds a second wife, don't look at other people's words and awe-inspiring words, in fact, he only wonders how to trick you back into bed when he sees the sky! "

Ning Qingqing glanced at Xie Wuwang.

He leaned on the pillar, with a faint smile on his lips, and his eyebrows were straight, like a painting that could not be profaned.

Seeing her looking over, he only raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: "You believe him?"

The mushroom that judges people by appearance was immediately impressed. She shook her head honestly: "I don't believe it."

"Tsk tusk tusk!" The monk shook his head in disgust. He didn't want to talk to these two people any more. Suddenly he thought of another thing, turned around and raised a long black nail, "Wow-there is one It's something, Qingcheng Mountain, there is a smell of magic!"

Ning Qingqing opened her eyes slightly: "Huh?"

The color monk hissed and squinted his eyes: "The strangeness is there. Every time I smell the smell and rush over, I can't catch anything. Hey, it appears out of thin air, and disappears out of thin air. The strangeness is also strange!"

Ning Qingqing suspended her heart nervously.

The color monk squeezed the red lotus seed between his fingers, and said, "It takes about eight hours to decipher the information inside. You two should go around in the mountains. It doesn't matter if you can find one. There is my town here. No magic can stand up to the waves."

As a demon's fetus that evolved from Dao Dao, he was naturally qualified to say this.

Ning Qingqing was very worried about the people on Qingcheng Mountain, but out of racial pride, she argued before leaving: "Mushrooms don't need eight hours to understand the letter of her companion!"

Before the monk put on his robe, Ning Qingqing quickly disappeared.

"Don't chase it?" The monk rolled his eyelids and gave Xie Wuwang a blank look. "The birdman who doesn't clean the house when his wife is sick, deserves no wife!"

Xie Wuwang chuckled softly.

"Go go, don't peek at me to transform." The secluded monk jumped out of the wooden pavilion and squatted toward the dampness of the pavilion.

I saw that wide gray robe and flesh-colored bodysuit quickly deflated and fell loose to the ground. A bald lotus with a flesh-colored inner side and gray outer side appeared in the corner. The red lotus seeds are taken apart and eaten a little bit.

The gray lotus swayed the lotus petals comfortably. The lotus petals separated and closed, ‘swiping’, closing the gray outer petals for a while, and then revealing the beautiful flesh-colored inner petals.

How beautiful!

After he cultivated his body, he faithfully retained his previous colors and habits. Hey, who knew it was interesting. The big girl and the daughter-in-law blushed and screamed when they saw him. So the demon fetus has since embarked on this road of no return...

Looking back on it, Lian was really embarrassed.

Ning Qingqing went straight to the second senior sister Wu Xiaqi.

Wu Xiaqi was once deceived by Yin Chaofeng and forced her temper to please him.

Fortunately, Yin Chaofeng died quickly, without any serious consequences in the end.

At this moment, I heard that there were magic traces on Qingcheng Mountain, the first thing Ning Qingqing thought of was Wu Xiaqi.

Halfway through, she vaguely remembered a message that had been ignored before--

On the day of Yinchao Fengfuzhu, Xie Wuwang ordered people to search all the places where he had been before. No suspiciousness was found. The only thing that was slightly abnormal was that a piece of Huangyun was found in the residence of Qingcheng Mountain. The costumes of Zong's disciples should have been accidentally dropped by Yin Chaofeng when he hurried back to the Valley of the King of Medicine.

Because Yin Chaofeng had harmed Huang Yunzong's family of three, so this incident did not attract much attention.

I think about it now, but I feel something is wrong. At that time, Huang Yunzong had just had an accident, and Yin Chaofeng left Huang Yunzong's clothes on her body. Isn't it okay to find trouble for herself?

I don’t know if there is any connection among them?

Ning Qingqing pondered to herself as she crossed the mountain road.

As soon as he walked out of the woods, he ran into a man head-on, the eighteenth senior brother with the most handsome appearance in Qingcheng Mountain.

The eighteenth brother still has the same style, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, long stature, and a pair of mandarin duck swords hanging from his waist, and he looks like a romantic sword.

"Xiao Qing'er?" Seeing Ning Qingqing, Eighteen raised her eyebrows in surprise, "It's rare to come back, why go to drill the bushes?"

"..." She blinked her eyes innocently, "I want to take a shortcut to see the second senior sister."

When she heard Wu Xiaqi's name, Shiba immediately dropped both eyebrows under her cheekbones, and he sighed sadly: "Wu Er, I am sad. You must be careful when you go to see her."

"What's the matter?" Ning Qingqing immediately raised his vigilance.

"As for the Yin Chaofeng incident, at the very beginning, Wu Er slowly replied to the loud voice, and the whole person became energetic. Then, somehow, she became suspicious again, always saying that others had problems. It hurts her. For a while, she always complained to Master, wronged the wrong one, and everyone was too annoyed. After that, she became more and more crazy, and she didn't even leave the door, and no one saw anyone, so she kept practicing."

Eighteen scratched his head: "Everyone feels that a madman in Wen is better than a madman in Wu, right? Just leave her alone and practice right and left. It is good and harmless, ha ha, ha ha ha..."

Ning Qingqing sighed melancholy: "The people of Qingcheng Mountain are very open-minded."

"That's not it!" Eighteen long eyebrows flew.

"I'm proud of it." Ning Mushroom waved his hand, "I'll go see her."

Ning Qingqing didn't feel very good.

Thinking of Wu Xiaqi's affairs, she couldn't help sighing again.

At that time, Ning Mushroom forgot about the past and once persuaded Wu Xiaqi seriously.

She told Wu Er that for the sake of Yin Chaofeng, Wu Xiaqi has become less like herself. Then, even if he likes her, he likes the gentle and rainy Sayuri Wu Xiaqi instead of the real morning glory Wu Xiaqi.

The word "love" is really a fan of the authorities.

Isn't she like this herself? The little monk from the mountain married into the Heavenly Sacred Palace, unable to intervene in Xie Wuwang's cause, and unable to keep up with his footsteps, so he tried hard to change himself to cater to him, and there was nothing else in his life except him.

Her mistake at the beginning was not that she was infatuated and paid, but that she had lost herself, and lost the bright and brilliant Zhuye Qing who fell in love with Xie Wuwang at first sight.

This is not a matter of Xie Wuwang alone.

In that state, she not only couldn't handle the love entanglement with Xie Wuwang, but also couldn't deal with any other emotional relationship correctly.

When she returned to Qingcheng Mountain that time, she was lost because of the arrival of a younger sister in the Zongli, was distressed because of the new house and new bedding, and was sad because no one came to visit her, and then began to sorrow the spring and autumn...

It's not like her.

In the past, Zhuyeqing would not be like this, and now Zhuyeqing would not be like this.

During that period, she trapped herself before stepping into the mire, sinking deeper and deeper.

Xie Wuwang can't love, she actually doesn't.

People, it's easy to see others, but difficult to see yourself. After going around until today, she finally found the crux of the matter.

Ning Qing Qing Digu initiation!

——Whether it is a person or a mushroom, you must first love yourself before you are qualified to love others.

Her heart was filled with fierce emotions, and she couldn't tell whether it was touched, joyful, sad or wronged. The surging heat rushed straight to her forehead, flowing out of her eye sockets without money.

It was hot tears.

She was crying happily, raising her sleeves and wiping her face, and strode to Wu Xiaqi's residence.

When Xie Wuwang teleported over, what he saw was Ning Qingqing crying loudly.

He moved for a while, and dropped his hands ten feet behind her.

Seeing her pliable and stubborn little back, he felt pity and pain in his heart, he wanted to step forward to comfort, but he was afraid that his appearance would make her more painful.

‘A Qing...’ He sighed and followed silently.

Suddenly, Ning Qingqing was accidentally tripped by a dry root slanting from the side.

She only cared about ‘oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground again, his shoulders suddenly tightened and he was firmly held by a pair of big hands.

Xie Wuwang's aura was too strong, she didn't smell the smell, and didn't see his appearance, she knew it was him in her heart.

The heart twitched, sour and sweet.

"Be careful." After helping her stand firmly, he immediately retracted his hand and said quietly, "Is the sky falling? It's worth such a rush."

Ning Qingqing raised a pair of teary eyes: "..."

I saw the man curled his beautiful lips slightly, drew a nasty taunt, and narrowed his black eyes, as if he was saying, "How old is a man and crying like this".

Mushroom is angry!

She pressed her lips bitterly and decided not to tell him anything.

She would never tell him that she had completely recovered herself. Today's mushroom is a mushroom that is truly worthy of love, and it is worthy of anyone to pursue with his heart.

The proud mushroom brushed twice to wipe away the tears, raised his face, and strode forward.

The sun became brighter.