Eight hundred and twentieth chapters flying into the Tao
"...We are not in the story."
Lu Zhengkang heard her words clearly.
"Qing Ningzi, are you willing?"
She is silent.
Lu Zhengkang couldn't turn his head away, and he would never use his spiritual thoughts to observe quietly. He kept this small promise, even if he turned around, it would be okay.
The sound of water screamed, echoing dimly in the sinkhole. Lu Zhengkang heard the sound of dripping water, and the wet soles of his feet stepped on the rock surface, making a clear clicking sound, getting closer and closer.
The smell of turpentine is getting stronger and stronger. The unloaded magic sword and sword box are leaning on the ancient stones nearby, pressing down on the moss. The coolness that hit the brain has faded, and the gentle floral fragrance has a wonderful sense of presence.
Like a tassel after being burned in the sun, it gently hugged Lu Zhengkang's neck. He felt the blood suddenly shrinking back to his heart, so a chill ran down his spine.
No more than a foot apart.
He could almost hear the water rolling on his skin.
Fragrant, her sense of existence is like the steaming glow, with heat, brightness, movement and quality. It is his Taisu, running like the Tao.
They are less than a foot apart, with a slight gap between them.
Lu Zhengkang whispered, "Qing Ningzi, aren't you afraid...that I'm not your husband?"
"There are so many things in the world of mortals, but meeting you is like a waking dream. From then on, so many wonderful things in the world were revealed in front of my eyes. Lu Zhengkang, I have never seen such a bright starry sky."
Lu Zhengkang slowly stood up, raised his head, and saw a line of deep sky through the crack in the mountain. It seemed that only the two of them were left in the billions of distant world.
He felt a deep sense of comfort, and his natural need for companionship was satisfied.
"I have never seen such a scene."
Qing Ningzi's lips trembled. She seemed to be trembling. She wanted to say, "Turn around," but she couldn't say it out. The quiet and comfortable moment in front of her was like a good dream that happens once in a century. She was afraid that she would go one step further and...
It was the time when she woke up from a dream. When she saw Lu Zhengkang, she was awake and she was in deep sleep.
The air also feels comfortable. A thick layer of cold water vapor is swirling with the thin airflow near the surface.
Lu Zhengkang stopped talking, Qing Ningzi stopped talking, the air stopped talking, the stars and the moon stopped talking. Later, even the sounds in the mountains seemed to have fallen into sleep. Only occasionally, a startling sound came from very far away.
The vague cry of a bird.
The flowing time is ticking in my ears.
He knew that he could hold her in his arms with just a slight turn. But he still kept his promise.
Qing Ningzi raised her hand tentatively, and the shadows of her fingertips moved on his gorgeous robe, from the hem, to the waist, and slowly to his shoulders, which was broad and tall.
The shadow is more active than the entity, just like the subconscious is more active than the reason. What appears in front of Qing Ningzi's eyes are his eyes, the wet eyelashes seem to be stained with dew. At night in Fengcheng, he once looked at her like this. At that time
Qing Ningzi didn't know that he could see it, but even if he knew it, he certainly couldn't really see Qing Ningzi's eyes hidden behind the illusion.
From then on, Qing Ningzi remembered his eyes.
He reached forward with his palms and touched the clothes wrapped in body heat. It was warmer than expected, and he seemed to sigh.
Qing Ningzi remained motionless.
Lu Zhengkang took a step back, letting his back invade his embrace. He moved his hands back, passed under her ribs, and gently hugged her waist, interlocking their fingers, as if they would not be separated.
Qing Ningzi gently pressed her cheek against his back, letting his warmth dissipate the chill of the cold night.
"Lime, lime." Lu Zhengkang whispered.
She just responded in a low voice, and there was a reserved agreement in the lingering sound of her breath.
"We will spend this life together hand in hand."
"good."
Qing Ningzi's body suddenly aroused a bright sword intent, like a lightless beam of light, reaching straight into the sky, her destiny star shining in the sky, this is a promise about fate.
In the southwest of the Central Continent, on the Qinglian Sword Sect, the real Sheng Yan standing on the edge of the cliff looked at the sky and murmured in surprise: "Xiao Ning'er, this is the Taoist Daoxin, how could she..."
The Shushan Sword Pond trembled, and the master stepped out of the sword hut, looked up at the stars, and said happily: "I, the Qinglian Sword Sect, have obtained another true immortal seed!"
Lu Zhengkang felt that she was floating gently behind him and was about to fly away from his arms. He groped hurriedly and grasped her wrists with both hands.
"Qing Ning, what's wrong with you?"
"Deer, today is the time for me to become an elixir."
In the eye of the East China Sea, the sacred sycamore tree disappears in different time and space, showing its majestic shadow. In the womb world in the clouds, the three-headed and six-armed demon lord sets his sights on the northern end of the central continent.
"Look at me."
Lu Zhengkang finally turned around and was only willing to let go of one hand. After turning around, he held her tightly again.
Qing Ningzi floated in the air without any force, as if she was not bound by the earth, and was about to soar into the clouds. Lu Zhengkang couldn't feel her weight. She was moving upward, driving Lu Zhengkang. The surrounding aura formed a cyclone with a diameter of a hundred miles.
, the eastern foothills of Kunlun Mountain cheered up in the wind and made a rustling sound. All things that were awakened for a while made a noise.
"Deer, don't let go, don't let go." Qing Ningzi half-closed her eyes.
"Okay, I will never let go." Lu Zhengkang comforted her softly.
With the achievement of the golden elixir, the fate of each individual is different. Qing Ningzi received spiritual energy to fill her body, but her mind fell into a coma, inner demons were at work, and success or failure could only happen in a matter of seconds.
The Geng metal energy in the heaven and earth is like boiling soup, and the white tiger star in the west is shining endlessly. There are countless monks in the sky observing secretly, watching a man and a woman holding hands and floating in the air, and they keep flying upward.
Like a water-blue butterfly pulling a blazing red flame.
The Geng Metal Qi was too strong, rushing into Qing Ningzi's body through the fontanel, and overflowing into Lu Zhengkang's meridians. He thought that he could not delay Qing Ningzi's elixir formation, so he silently used the secret method to refine the Geng Metal Qi and then regenerated it.
Inject back to the meridians of Qingningzi.
With both hands, the left hand kept pouring in the original Geng metal energy between heaven and earth, and the right hand Lu Zhengkang channeled the essence of spiritual energy. In this way, Qing Ningzi's rate of forming pills was greatly increased, and Lu Zhengkang was willing to be used as a tool.
people.
The boundless wind blew the water vapor in the air into ice crystals, rotating and covering the two figures. A small, silver-white vortex in the moonlight flew towards the sky.
In the Immortal Platform, Xuan Youzi was awakened by the restlessness of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. As soon as he went out, he saw his junior brother grabbing the girl who was looking up and flying away.
"No...this is too exaggerated. Junior brother, you are attracting the attention of all the people."
Lu Zhengkang didn't care about the attention, he was just a little regretful that his peace had been interrupted just now.
In front of him, Qing Ningzi's ice muscles and jade bones seemed to be transparent, and the meridians all over her body were glowing. The spiritual energy gathered from her Dantian, and she was like a shining silver star.
She had completely closed her eyes, as if she was in a dream and fear, her bun was messy, pearls were shaken off, and the messy hair was like a waterfall hanging from the sky. Her face was bright and white, but her expression could not stop being sad.
