Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

Penglai Island

Alcohol is a good thing for many people. It can amplify people's senses and numb people's nerves. It can make people happy and forget their worries.

At the very beginning, Penglai banned alcohol, because Master Wumin was still alive, and he believed that alcohol and poison were inseparable.But later Master Wumin was sanctified, and Hua Yan took over as the head of Penglaimen, and the prohibition on alcohol was abolished, but several punishments for drunkenness and riots were added.In this way, wine was introduced into Penglai Island.

The strong aroma of wine wafted in the air of Penglai Island. Huayan had not appeared in front of the disciples for three days, but the disciples all knew where she was, because it was difficult for them to ignore the blowing from the shipwreck. Taste greater booze.As the master of a sect, this is the first time that Huayan has neglected his duties.

No matter what type of text, the same dog-blood stalk will always be used to highlight the infatuation of the characters, that is, white hair overnight.And Huayan, whose hair was already half white, did not escape this clichéd plot. Her hair was really white, no longer a cool silver-gray, but real snow-white, the kind that only a hundred-year-old would have. The hair color is actually very cool.

However, Hua Yan's bald head is not worried or sad, but that she has a problem in her practice and has reached the verge of becoming obsessed.Hua Yan noticed the change in her dantian, but she still chose to finish the wine first, drink all the wine she brewed first, and no matter what happened, she would get drunk first before talking about it.

Hua Yan finally got drunk, and the world began to shake upside down. She looked at the distant sea level with sleepy drunken eyes, and the boundary between sky and sea gradually became blurred.Vaguely, Hua Yan saw the sea water pouring into the sky, and the stars rushing out from the bottom of the sea.

In this way, Hua Yan would be a fool if she didn't understand that she was drunk.But knowing that she was drunk, she walked to the beach and floated in.

The human body of a cultivator will not be suffocated easily like ordinary people. Hua Yan opened his eyes and let himself sink in the sea. No matter how stormy the sea is, the sea water on the bottom of the sea is always gentle, gently wrapping Hua Yan, with A feeling of comfort that resembles a mother's womb.Hua Yan looked at the sky light shining from the sea above her head, and recalled the past under the deep sea. Those people and things floated in her mind with the sound of the tide, which strangely made Hua Yan feel sleepy. I couldn't control my own thoughts, so I fell into a deep sleep.

Gradually, Hua Yan closed her eyes, and relaxed all the nerves that were collapsing together in a voice that seemed to be whispering.

Because Huayan had been soaking in seawater, her clothes were completely soaked, and her white hair fluttered in a mess, revealing the red crane picture left on her back by the withered mirror.

'Just sleep like this...'

'Go to sleep quietly. '

'Don't wake up. '

Falling into chaos, the Chinese banquet seemed to hear a voice, but she didn't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or other reasons, she had already exerted all her strength, and she didn't want to move at all.

Huayan sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sea gradually deepened. In the darkness, countless strange creatures floated around her, and something was hiding in the dark to spy on her.

'Is she asleep? '

'She fell asleep...'

'Hush! '

Something surrounded Hua Yan, and then there was a wave in the deepest sea water. A pair of hands with fish scales and sharp claws stretched out to Hua Yan's neck in the sloshing sea. Hua Yan closed her eyes tightly without noticing it, and she At this time, the red crane picture on the back appeared as if it had melted away, and something red and silky appeared.Those terrifying hands were getting tighter and tighter away from Huayan, and the red silk also wrapped Huayan from behind.

In an instant, those hands grabbed Hua Yan's neck, and the red light on Hua Yan's body vibrated a few times, and several red cranes screamed, and several red cranes of different sizes rushed towards that hand.

Hua Yan opened her eyes the moment her neck was strangled, looked at the flying red crane in surprise, and woke up.

"Senior Sister...haha." Hua Yan touched the place on his shoulder where the pattern of crane wings was originally drawn, and suddenly laughed twice.

The sea monster that was trying to hurt people just now was surrounded by several red cranes, struggling and roaring in the sea water, while the other creatures that came along had already disappeared.

Hua Yan drew out her divine sword and said with a smile, "These cranes must not be thrown away!"

Speaking of the turbulent sea water of the entire seabed due to her sword energy, she raised her sword and rushed towards the infinitely panicked sea monster.

In the middle of the night, Hua Yan swam back to the surface of the sea from the bottom of the sea. She stood on the sea water and looked up at the Milky Way in the sky. On her shoulder, a red crane stretched out half of its wings.

The next day, Hua Yan announced that she was going to retreat.

Venerable Master Wumin once said that if something happens, he will not make a decision, so he will retreat for ten years.If it is still undecided, it will be closed for another ten years.

Yan Luodian, the residence of Mrs. Qingcheng.

Mrs. Qingcheng opened the portrait that was regarded as a treasure, and Ku Jing picked up the Spring Breeze Brush, and added a pair of radiant eyes to the person on the painting with a devilish energy.

At the moment when the last stroke of the dry mirror fell, the black ink on the entire scroll floated to the surroundings, and after circling several times, it turned into black smoke and condensed into a ball.Mrs. Qingcheng waited patiently aside, the nails in her clenched hands pierced the soft flesh in the palms.

The two quietly waited for the cloud of black smoke to condense into shape, but after a while, black hair came out, followed by a full forehead, and then bright eyes and star eyebrows, a tall nose, a mouth, and a neck from top to bottom. With chest and arms, the last man who looked no different from ordinary people appeared in the room.The black smoke surrounding the man dissipated, but the man remained as motionless as a lifelike corpse.

"Wind... Fengcrack..." Mrs. Qingcheng looked at the person who appeared in the room, covered her mouth in excitement, tears welled up in her eyes.This was exactly the initial appearance of Feng Lie in her mind, the most unforgettable appearance for her.

Ku Jing put away the Spring Breeze Brush, and said to Mrs. Qingcheng: "Now, only a drop of Madam's blood is needed, and the ink soul can really take shape."

"Blood... well, I will give you all the blood of your heart." Hearing this, Mrs. Qingcheng immediately pulled out the golden hairpin from her head, and stroked her pulse with the sharpest part.

The dry mirror took the first drop of blood that flowed out, and sent it to Mo Hun's eyebrows, but the drop of blood was swallowed in the blink of an eye, and the human-like Mo Hun opened his eyes.

Mrs. Qingcheng watched excitedly until Mo Hun no longer opened his eyes after adapting to the light. Mo Hun's black eyeballs rolled, first looked around with confused and ignorant eyes, and then fixed his eyes on Mrs. Qingcheng's. body.Mo Hun smiled, the smile was very bright and sunny, and it happily called Mrs. Qingcheng's name: "Qingling!"

"Feng Lie!" Mrs. Qing Cheng couldn't believe her ears, this was Feng Lie's voice, and what he called was exactly the name she hadn't heard for many years.

Everyone in Yanluo Palace, including the real Feng Lie, only called her Madam, but what she wanted to hear was someone calling her by her original name.Her name is Qingling, how many people in the entire Yanluo Palace know?

People say that the title 'madam' is the honor of Mrs. Qingcheng, because even though Feng Lie has many women, she is the only one he calls his wife. The title 'Mrs.' was a gift from her husband, her highest honor as his woman.But Mrs. Qingcheng doesn't want this honor at all, even if Feng Lie is admired by thousands of people now, so what?So what if he is the supreme being in the world?What Mrs. Qingcheng thinks about day and night is still the man who had nothing but dared to make false promises to her, that he wanted to pluck the stars from the sky to her. That man promised her to be a couple for the rest of his life. Call her softly.

Qingling Ruyan threw herself into the embrace of 'Feng Lie' like throwing herself into the forest, the two lovers hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces as if reunited after a long absence.

Ku Jing watched this touching scene with cold eyes. As the creator of Mo Hun, she couldn't understand what she created, but it was just a thought entrusted to Mo Hun.

So Ku Jing had no choice but to insert this touching scene, reminding Qing Ling: "Madam, I hope you can understand."

"After all, the ink soul is not a real person. Its life is limited, and it will disappear one day."

Qing Ling raised her head in the embrace of 'Feng Lie', and asked calmly: "How long can he exist?"

"ten years."

"Ten years..." Qing Ling repeated these two words, then buried her head in Feng Lie's broad chest again, and said in a muffled voice: "Enough, ten years is enough."

"Then I will take my leave first. If Mohun has any problems, you can come to me at any time. After all, this is the first time I have transformed Mohun into a human form." Ku Jing said lightly, and left without waiting for Qingling's consent. No, she is not suitable for this light bulb.

Before Ku Jing walked out of Mrs. Qingcheng's room, she heard a love story.

"Feng Lie, do you love me?"

"Of course, Qingling is the love of my life!"

Tsk, sour smell.Ku Jing shook his head and quickened his pace of leaving.

Not long after Ku Jing walked out of Mrs. Qingcheng's residence, he heard a burst of festive rituals and music. He looked carefully at the red confetti floating in the air, and the red happy characters were pasted on the attic not far away.

Coincidentally, the relationship between Twelve Monarchs and Ku Jing is slightly better, and Chaos Jun, who loves gossip the most, passes by.

Ku Jing reached out to stop Lord Chaos, and asked directly, "How can this be a happy event?"

Lord Chaos was happy to share the gossip, pointing in one direction and said: "The princess of the demon clan, she had a feud with us to exterminate the clan before, and she would never die. Now the new demon king wants to have a good relationship with the lord, and send the old demon king's daughter here gone."

"This time, she is a legitimate little wife, just like ordinary people marrying little wives, they are carried in eight palanquins."

Although Ku Jing looked indifferent, it was actually very interesting to listen to. No wonder Mrs. Qing Cheng made up her mind to come to her to paint the portrait. It turned out that she couldn't bear it anymore.

"You sound very dissatisfied with this matter?" Ku Jing glanced at Lord Chaos with a face full of 'these people are disgusting', and asked curiously.

"Of course." Lord Chaos nodded, then rolled his eyes with extreme disdain, raised his orchid fingertips and said, "Hou, let me tell you, if you know what dogs and men are, that's what they are."

"Why did Your Majesty go to war with the Yaozu before? Wasn't it that when he and his wife were exiled in the land of the Yaozu, he was caught by that princess and let the princess bully his wife all the time, so that both of them lost their children at that time?" Well, just tell me, is it a big revenge to kill your son!"

"Big." Ku Jing nodded.

Lord Chaos made an extremely disgusted expression, and said again: "As a result, eight palanquins have been married in now, and what did you say that the princess was young and ignorant at that time, and she shot at the lady only because of his wind crack. So Many years have passed, and the Yaozu is almost on the verge of perishing, let Madam forgive her."

"Ouch!" Lord Chaos retched exaggeratedly, and rolled his eyes again: "It's really disgusting."

"Mr. Feng Gu, you are right." Lord Chaos bumped the dry mirror with his shoulder.

"Yes." Ku Jing still nodded.

After seeing Ku Jing agreeing with his point of view, Lord Chaos was very satisfied and pretended to complain: "Why do I work under such a scumbag."

"My life is really bitter." Lord Chaos said, wiping away tears.

Lord Chaos, a member of the demon clan, is physically male and psychologically female. After suppressing the idea of ​​being a woman for too long, his mind became completely abnormal, and he killed all his relatives overnight.In the entire Yanluo Temple, Lord Chaos only likes two people, Mrs. Qingcheng and Lord Fenggu, because only these two people will quietly listen to her talk and watch her performance, without showing disgust or ridicule towards her, and agree with her in every way female identity.

"Spirit Lord." Chaos Lord's voice suddenly became serious, and he said softly: "If you and your wife want to fight against each other, you must call me."

The dry mirror didn't respond.