Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

The end of cultivating the Tao is nothing more than death or attaining the Tao, and the end of cultivating the devil is nothing more than these two paths.

Everyone in the world says that it is easy to become a demon, but difficult to become a god, but is this really the case?

At the beginning, Hua Yan didn't understand. Where is the boundary between cultivating Taoism and cultivating demons?Is it only distinguished by the difference in the way of practice?And why most people who practice the Tao follow the path of ruthlessness, and those who cultivate demons mostly take the path of sentient beings. Is it because sentient beings are prone to make mistakes, while ruthless people have no desires and are not greedy?

Even today, Huayan only knows half of the answers to these questions.

Ku Jing woke up on the night of the second day. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was cold. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the cold wind. Yesterday’s snow had stopped, but the snow on the grass and trees had not yet melted. Under the clear light of the sky, there is a crystal-like ore-like light.Jackdaws withered trees, full moon and lingering snow, there is always a desolate and lonely taste between the sky and the earth.

Like the dry mirror at this time, people are always a little confused when they first wake up. The dry mirror sat up from the ground, and his long hair was winding on the floor like a stream. The red dress draped over her body slipped off, and Ku Jing looked at herself in the mirror in a daze.Almost all the people in the mirror also looked at her. The pitch-black hair and snow-white skin formed two extremes. The dry mirror stood up and gathered a part of the hair on the body to cover the important parts.She walked in front of the mirror, and just as she stepped forward, she heard a crisp sound of chains colliding. Withered Mirror looked down and saw the golden ring on the thin wrist. The ring was connected to the chain and the other side was on the bed ring in the room. , the chains were winding behind her like the long hair of the dry mirror.

"Yeah..." The burning pain on her finger made Ku Jing let out a small exclamation, she let go of her hand touching the golden shackles, and frowned slightly.

The mirror is a large carved bronze mirror, the mirror stand is only a little higher than the blanket on the ground, the dry mirror sits directly on the cold mirror stand, looks sideways at his own face in the mirror, then stretches out his hand to caress the blue vertical lines on the forehead in the mirror, The head is tilted slightly, and the hair is pouring out, revealing one fragrant shoulder.

The self in the mirror is both familiar and unfamiliar.This magic pattern appeared on the day when Ku Jing became a demon, but because Ku Jing thought it was too bewitching, he kept it hidden. Unexpectedly, it appeared passively now.

Ku Jing moved his finger from the mirror to his forehead, but he still didn't like the strange blue vertical lines.

Faint footsteps sounded, as if someone was walking on the snow.Hearing the sound, Ku Jing picked up the plum-colored robe that had slipped off before and put it on his body with his long arms, looking at the closed wooden door in the house.

The door was pushed open suddenly, Ku Jing squeezed the coat on his chest tightly, blinked and saw Hua Yan, who was covered in frost and snow, walked in.Behind Huayan, the night wind blows the snow into the house like white catkins, which is Ku Jing's favorite scene.

The picture in the room made Hua Yan stop by the door, she looked at the withered mirror in front of the mirror stand, the withered mirror in reality looked at her, and the withered mirror in the mirror also looked at her, the eyes were wrinkled by the breeze Bo Chengtan, this look is completely different from what Hua Yan thought.Hua Yan's throat rolled twice, and she put on a smug smile and walked towards the dry mirror. The dry mirror instinctively wanted to retreat because of her advancing steps, and the two delicate collarbones seemed to move slightly in the rapid breathing.

Hua Yan approached Ku Jing and looked down at her condescendingly, Ku Jing looked up at Hua Yan slightly, Hua Yan reached out and lifted her chin that was even thinner because of this angle, her brows and eyes slightly drooped to see the hidden scenery.Withering eyes shifted, and the hand that was holding onto the coat moved between the collarbone.

"Senior Sister." Hua Yan smiled, and looked down at the hands covered by the dry mirror, and then stopped on her ankles with chains.

Ku Jing could only look up at Hua Yan, without the panic that Hua Yan expected, she asked with a voice like a sigh, "Why are you imprisoned here?"

The word 'prisoner' made Hua Yan feel even hotter.

"Because I miss Senior Sister and want Senior Sister to be by my side forever." Hua Yan whispered, adding too complicated emotions into the pause of tone, as if every word flowed from her heart along the blood vessels to her throat .

Withered mirror trembled with eyelashes like butterfly wings, Hua Yan was reflected in her light eyes, and said softly: "You shouldn't have such thoughts."

"It's good that senior sister knows what I'm thinking."

Hua Yan's hand holding Ku Jing's chin slid down, and the woman's inconspicuous Adam's apple rolled and became hot under her hand, and there was a different feeling in the delicate touch.Hua Yan bent down and pulled up Ku Jing with the other hand, her left hand twisted to the back of her head, her fingers had already slipped to the crest of her neck, and touched Ku Jing's hand that was holding her coat tightly, and Ku Jing's hand was trembling.Hua Yan directly moved the right hand to the side while pressing the dry mirror, and the dry mirror bit the cherry-colored lower lip to reveal white marks, and let go of the corner of the clothes to hold Hua Yan's hand, looking at the spring water in the eyes. Looking at the Huayan, in the eyes of Huayan, it doesn't look like a struggle, but more like an invitation.

The temperature of Dry Mirror's palm was colder than Hua Yan's skin that had been stained with frost and snow, but it did not reduce the heat in Hua Yan's heart that had been waiting for a long time.

"Sister, do you want to resist?" Hua Yan didn't make the next move, but looked at Xuefeng with a dry mirror in his sight with a low smile.

"I'll just say one thing." Ku Jing's chest was heaving up and down due to rapid breathing.

Hua Yan bowed her head to her chest, breathed on the center, and said in a hoarse voice, "Say it."

Ku Jing's subtle struggles were paused by her breath, a layer of peach blossom appeared on her cold skin, her exhalation was like panting, and it was especially difficult to say a word.

"You cultivated... but the heartless way... ah!"

Ku Jing exclaimed, and let go of Hua Yan's hand to cover his chest, the mist in his eyes flickered, adding a touch of pity.

Hua Yan continued her actions, and took the time to answer Ku Jing, "The red dust is blinding my eyes, so I have to ask my senior sister to help me practice."

Ku Jing was ashamed and annoyed by her righteous words, and said two words from between her lips and teeth: "Shameless!"

Huayan laughed.

The figures outside the window are graceful and the voices are overwhelming.

Suddenly a cool wind shakes off the remaining white snow on the dead branches, awakening the first red plum that bloomed early, and the white snow on the petals of the bright red plum shines brightly.In someone's room, the red wax on the table was more than half burned and dripped down the candlestick.But the wind blowing in was even more ruthless, shaking the candle light randomly, making the room flickering and flickering upside down and absurd.

The snow that had piled up all night finally melted, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and the golden morning light spilled into the house through the colorful branches and drew natural ink paintings on the floor.

Hua Yan raised her arms and looked at Ku Jing, her senior sister, who was still asleep in her arms.The cold temperament of the sleeping Kujing has weakened, and the sleeping posture curled up like a baby, together with the grown-up Hua Yan, not only does not appear older, but looks younger than Hua Yan who is a junior sister. feast.The tear mole lay at the corner of her eye, really like a clear tear.

Hua Yan quietly stared at Ku Jing's sleeping face, looked at the two people's hair mixed together on the pillow, and the corners of her mouth were almost grinning to her ears.

In the end, Hua Yan still couldn't hold back the urge to use hands and feet. Although she tried to stop her repeatedly, she lowered her head and kissed the blue magic pattern on Ku Jing's forehead.The result was natural, and before Hua Yan could quickly withdraw, Ku Jing was awakened and opened his foggy eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" Hua Yan said naturally, with a slightly apologetic attitude.

Ku Jing's lips opened and closed, hesitant to speak, her beautiful eyes looked at the magnanimous banquet, and then looked down at the marks on her collarbone, her complexion changed, and she finally gritted her teeth and asked, "Why are you still talking?" Won't you go?"

"The beauty is in front of me, why am I willing to leave?" Hua Yan teased, twisted a few strands of long black hair on the pillow and sniffed it in front of her nose, then looked at the dry mirror and said leisurely: "Senior sister's reaction is always different from what I think."

Ku Jing sat up with his upper body and gathered his long hair and the strand in Hua Yan's hand to his chest, tilted his head to look at Hua Yan, tilted his head slightly and sneered, "Then what do you think? Like a defiled chaste and strong woman Are you looking for death and life?" On her body, the contrast between black hair and snowy skin is still so sharp, but what Hua Yan is satisfied with is the petal-like red marks on her skin, which are all left by her.

Hua Yan couldn't help approaching Ku Jing, their faces were only a finger away, and their eyes met.

"So senior sister wants to accept me?" Hua Yan looked at Ku Jing's face so close, and asked in a low voice, this distance...is really a deceptive distance.

Ku Jing blinked, and did not avoid Hua Yan's gaze, the spring water in his eyes was clear, ruthless and desireless.

"I practice the sentimental way, doing things like clouds and rain is also a joy, what does it have to do with whether I accept it or not?" She said frankly, leaving aside the content of her words, just looking at her expression, it seems that she is the one who cultivates the ruthless way Same.

Hua Yan's face changed several times, but finally he forced a smile on his face, and said slowly, "It's good that Senior Sister is happy."

Then Hua Yan lifted the brocade quilt and got out of bed, stretched out his hand to the naked mirror and said with a smile: "Since Senior Sister is awake, let me comb your hair."

"Comb my hair...you might as well dress me." Ku Jing looked at the clothes of Huayan beside the bed and whispered, and got off the bed without her hands.

Hua Yan directly grabbed Ku Jing's hand, gently pulled her towards the mirror stand, and said with a low smile: "There is no clothes in this world that can match the body of a senior sister."

So don't wear it?It's really a shameful PLAY that this kind of plot must match.Ku Jing knelt down in front of the mirror from the Huayan presser, stopped talking and turned to complaining in her heart, but no matter how thick-skinned she was, she still blushed when she looked at her speckled appearance in the mirror.

Hua Yan looked at the image of the withered mirror in the mirror for a while, pulled out the small cabinet on the mirror stand, took out a comb from it, and began to comb the dry mirror's hair.

Ku Jing looked at the things in a small cabinet, and couldn't help but mocked: "There is still a hairpin, aren't you afraid that I won't think about it for a while and use it to kill myself?"

Hua Yan paused, and said confidently: "No, I know Senior Sister, and Senior Sister is definitely not someone who will give up her life easily."

"Besides." Hua Yan changed the subject, looked at the eyes of the withered mirror in the mirror, his eyes gradually deepened, and said affectionately: "If it is really that kind of result, then it doesn't matter if it's the Eighteen Hells or the Nine Heavens. , I will bring my senior sister back."

"Whether it's life or death, Senior Sister, don't think about leaving me."

After she finished speaking, Ku Jing fell silent. Hua Yan's eyes were so hot that it burned Ku Jing who was staring at her, and Ku Jing looked away.

After a while, Hua Yan combed Ku Jing's hair, and put the hairpin with pearls hanging under the tassel into her hair.

Hua Yan reached out and picked the shiny pearl, smiled at the withered mirror in the mirror: "It's still not as good-looking as the hair my senior sister combed for me when I was young."

"I found this pearl by chance at the seaside, do you like it, Senior Sister?"

Ku Jing didn't speak, and reached out to touch the pearl. Her fingers touched Hua Yan's fingers, and Ku Jing immediately withdrew her hand.Hua Yan saw her action and didn't pay attention to it. It was the first day that she had plenty of time to tame the person in front of her and make her completely obedient to herself.

It seems that love to the extreme is a strong desire to possess.

Hua Yan kissed the back of Ku Jing's hand lightly, and said softly, "See you tonight."

Saying that, she sent Ku Jing's hand away.

"and many more."

What Hua Yan didn't expect was that Ku Jing stopped her when she turned around.

"Why is Senior Sister reluctant to part with me?" Hua Yan turned her head and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Dry Mirror touched the pearl hanging down, and said lightly: "Can you give me some pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"You want to paint?"

Dry Mirror nodded.

Hua Yan was a little disappointed, but still said with a smile: "Senior sister still likes painting so much."

Ku Jing replied without thinking: "That is the sustenance of my soul."

"I'll bring it to you." Hua Yan seemed to sigh, and left after saying this.

The door of the room was closed again, and the shadow returned.

Ku Jing got up, dragged his thin chains and walked to the window. The plum tree outside the house, which was still dead branches yesterday, has been adorned with a few red plums today.Not far away, the sun rises in the east, the water and the sky are the same color, it is really the Penglai she is familiar with.

Hua Yan didn't know, and Ku Jing didn't know how many years she had been away from Penglai.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the year is completely cold.

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