Three hundred and fortieth chapters beauty benevolence heavy
Here is an endless wasteland, with swamps from time to time, full of withered grass and trees, matted and trembling in the wind, and filled with mist.
The strange thing is that there is a mist, but the moon in the sky is shining, but there are two wheels, softly shining with clear light like mercury, and the spiritual energy tide is so rich that it is dripping out, which makes people palpitate.
This is a blurry dream, where the girl stands in a daze in the mist.
Qianqian didn't know where she was, but at this moment, she was facing three feet of clear light, and with a hint of alertness in her hazy eyes, she knew it was her own dream, not a realm, and not reality.
"Young master once said that people have subconscious minds, just like the icebergs under the sea. The vastness of the sea cannot be exhausted by an immortal, but a real person's body and mind are integrated, his gods are not hindered, he can move forward and retreat freely, and he will not be hurt by nightmares."
Looking at this dream from a new perspective for the first time, Qianqian was no longer afraid, but rather interested.
"I have become pure physically and mentally since I started practicing cultivation. I haven't had such a dream for a long time... Let's see what is in this dream..."
This is the first night of achieving the spirit pool. Qianqian fell into a dream and decided to go on an adventure. So without saying a word, she let go of the restraints of the spirit pool and let a gust of wind blow her body away...
Qianqian flew over the wild and uninhabited Basil, over a hill, around a swamp full of reeds, and gradually entered the light ahead.
She wanted to take a closer look, but she continued to fly fast, as if the destination was ahead.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound in front of me. I looked around and saw some lights flickering in the distance. When I got closer, I saw that it was a small courtyard with an oil lamp burning in the inner room.
Qianqian fell down, stepped on the ground, and stared at the oil lamp. The light had a kind of warmth, which was very comfortable. Qianqian thought secretly: "Hey, it's a small courtyard, it looks a bit familiar."
Suddenly, two people, not even a boy or a girl, were seen talking inside. There were only two dishes on the wooden table: green vegetables, tofu, and fried bean sprouts.
The boy came to the table and the girl served him rice. The boy asked her to come to the table and eat together. The girl did not refuse. She sat upright and ate together, chewing slowly and trying not to make any noise.
The dinner under the lamp is quiet and has a unique kind of warmth, which is really beautiful.
"Ah, it's the time I spent with the young master when I was young." Qianqian suddenly understood. She took a deep breath. At some point, it started to rain lightly in her dream.
The pitter-patter made her look forward to it: "What's next?"
The scene changes, time passes, and the little flashes that have been left in my heart for many hours emerge one by one. These are the happiness and troubles of the maid, the loneliness and stubbornness of being alone, and even the fear of fire and thunder...
"This is all me." She calmly accepted her past, as well as many other interesting information from the outside world...
Searching requires patience, and subconscious exploration cannot be completed in a day or two. When she woke up, it was almost dawn.
I touched the pillow, but there was no one there.
There was an abnormal flow of spiritual energy in the air, which attracted the attention of the real person's consciousness.
Qianqian put on her clothes and shoes and went out.
It's still dark.
Except for the drizzle, it is the scene of winter. When you look up, your spiritual consciousness penetrates the past. Rockeries, flowers, trees, and pools are shrouded in a light mist. There is life hidden under the chilling cold. The tide of aura nourishes all living things on the ground, even those that are not alive.
It only takes practice to achieve small and subtle improvements.
After fending off the secretly guarding soldiers and avoiding the patrolling soldiers, the maid who got up early, Qianqian walked slowly along the path alone.
The light rain falls quietly, the air is moist and cool, and the flowers, plants and trees are waving to her. The place where she has lived since she was a child has witnessed changes. There is no one in Yejiazhuang that she is not familiar with.
The road is well drained, so the lotus shoes are light and not wet at all, and the skirts are caressing the flowers, plants and trees on the roadside, and one can hear their pure joy.
"Hello, hello..." they said, and the girl's eyes narrowed with a smile.
A trace of divine consciousness guided her to a small deserted garden to the west of Zhuangzi.
In the drizzle, a charred broken sword was poked on the stone platform in the center of the garden. The young master sat with the sword in his hand. The murderous golden energy was flowing, and all the grass and trees within a ten-foot radius were broken, making people sigh when they saw it.
"Are you refining your sword?" Qianqian knelt down beside him calmly.
Viewed from this angle, the young man's profile looks very indifferent, as cold as steel, killing everything, inhumane.
Qianqian's heart softened, and she remembered that he would be like this at the end of every war. He continued to be sharp and sharp during the war, did not like to talk, and was slow to respond to things outside of the war.
The book says that many gold-lined monks who have killed too much will suffer from this disease, but they will be fine after two days.
"Yes." Ye Qing turned to look at her, and then turned his head again. He saw a trace of rust on the sword slowly fading away, revealing the memory metal material produced in the fairyland.
After a while, he remembered and explained: "The sword fairy has completed his mission, and this fairy sword embryo is a private reward."
Qianqian was relieved, but she was secretly amazed at the efficiency of the fairy spirit. She curiously sensed the fairy aura contained in the broken sword: "How long will it take for the broken sword to be re-purified into an embryo, to the point where it can be used for human sacrifice?"
"Two months..." Ye Qing stared at the sword's edge, and another trace of rust slowly faded away: "The big formation is gone, otherwise it will be shortened to ten days."
"Oh." Qianqian saw that he was silent, so she stopped asking any more questions and started practicing quietly.
The road is vast and life is limited, so we dare not not work hard. Many Taoist couples get along like this in an ordinary way.
With the fragrance of earth and the lush aura of vegetation, they rush into the veins all over the body, while the spiritual pool is green and rippling, with natural aura, which in turn enhances the surrounding vegetation, and even the fine branches with a radius of one foot that are broken by the golden energy.
The grass sprouted and grew again.
Repeating the cycle, cultivating all the time, achieving progress several times that of real people at the same level, and gaining enlightenment at any time, this is the benefit of the innate Taoist body.
The sky in the east is gradually getting brighter, and through the thick dark clouds, you can feel this golden fireball.
The sun belongs to fire, but the light and color are not all...it is called pure yang in the book.
The real girl looked at it quietly, thoughtfully.
Soon, Ye Qing finished refining his sword, and Qianqian stood up and naturally held his hand and went back together.
Facing the respectful gazes of the tribesmen, soldiers and servants, a feeling of calmness brewed in her heart, which made her feel a little... the feeling of joining hands without feeling inferior.
On the way, she seemed to have remembered something: "Sir, I dreamed about the ruins of the Demon Nest, and the soil gave off seven-colored light. What does that mean?"
"I don't know." Ye Qing replied casually, his tone flat.
It's like this again... Qianqian flat-mouthed, understanding that the young master didn't know everything, so he stopped mentioning this matter.
Yefu's stall was so big that everyone had their own things to do. After dinner, she never saw the young master again.
After the war, an ordinary day passed like this.
Before dinner in the evening, a small jar like a flowerpot was handed to her. Qianqian took it in surprise: "A jar of soil?"
The mistress of the Ye family was still a real person. The sergeant did not dare to look at her and said respectfully: "This is the soil that the mistress wants. I am ordered to get it from the ruins of the Demon Nest and deliver it to the mistress quickly."
Qianqian is a little dizzy. When did she say she wanted this soil...
"I know, you can go down." At the dinner table, she wanted to say something to the young master, but after taking a look at her cousin who was talking and laughing openly, she kept silent.
Until the routine night talk in the courtyard, when the family gathered together to chat, the jar of ruined soil was never mentioned again.
In the middle of the night, the young girl woke up from the seven-colored light in her dream. She held the jar of ruined soil and thought about it for a while. Then she looked at the young master sleeping peacefully beside her pillow. She ran over to him at some unknown time because she was not on guard against his breath.
I was so focused on my dream that I didn't realize it.
After a long time, she sighed, got up and got out of bed, opened the window, and looked out into the moonlight.
As a real person, Qianqian only wore a skirt and a silk ribbon around her waist. When the moonlight came down, she was so beautiful that she could only see a faint cyan flow in her eyes.
A real person who has reached great success in cultivation has blue eyes. If you think this way, you may feel that you are just ahead of schedule, but Qianqian has a vague but very clear feeling - not
It seems to be a potential that was finally revealed after Qianqian reached the realm of real people.
She pursed her lips. She had some characteristics that she had since she was a child. They were not found in books, and even the young master didn't understand them. But she didn't think it was a coincidence, and she wanted to find the answer.
The answer can only be found within yourself.
Maybe it can help the young master.
"Fool..." Qianqian was stunned for a moment, muttering this sentence in the darkness, then got back into bed, leaned against his skin, and fell asleep - falling back into the dreamland to continue exploring.
Qianqian fell asleep, but Ye Qing did not. Of course, he slept with Qianqian without any intention. Against her smooth skin, he felt traces of indescribable breath seeping from her female body into his own body.
I squinted my eyes and looked at it. If I took a rough look, it was Aoki vitality, which can promote the healing of my injuries.
If you are careless, you will think that this is just the pure Qingde cultivation energy, but Ye Qing changed the angle and looked over attentively, and saw only traces of blue clouds, although they were very weak, but they were far up and connected.
"This is not Qingde's spirit."
In the practice of the Five Virtues, although the green virtues appear blue, if you look closely, you will find that they do not belong to each other and are not the same, but they are not true blue.
This trace of green energy is different, it is genuine green energy.
Qingqi is the aura of great nobility, and it is unique among thousands of people. To be an official, you must go to the provincial department to have it.
It is even more rare in heaven, and those who can be young must be Daluo Celestials, or even the masters of a sect.
Don't be surprised why this is the case. Mortals only live and die for a hundred years, so it doesn't matter if they are blue or blue. But it is extremely rare for gods or immortals who are close to immortality to be blue and purple.
After Qianqian cultivated into a real person, this trace of green aura appeared. Originally, this noble aura was still hidden and could never be seen by outsiders. However, seeing the situation, Qianqian never put up a defense against herself so that she could be seen by herself.
And half of it passed through to bless myself.
The beauty is so kind, but I don't know how to repay it. Thinking of this, Ye Qing let out a long sigh: "That's all, let's not talk about it for now. In a few days, we will inspect the manor."