I get love from my beauty [Quick Transmigration]

The twilight gradually merges, the setting sun melts into gold, and the clouds above the sky are endless, majestic and gorgeous.

The huge wooden boat floats among the clouds, slowly moving forward, and the sparse crowd on the deck are either standing or sitting, or carrying swords or holding zithers, none of them look like ordinary people.

Most of the eyes of the people fell on the figure not far away who leaned over the edge of the boat and raised his eyes to look into the distance.

It was a very young man, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a teenager, he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, his body was slender under the white feather cloak, and his face was pale without blood.

His long hair was only in a loose bundle behind him, and he supported his head with one hand. He looked tired and lazy, but his eyebrows were full of color.The sun's rays shone on half of his face, dyeing those long eyelashes like crow's feathers as if they had melted into the sunlight of the setting sun, giving birth to all kinds of glamorous and captivating colors.

A group of young Taoist priests wearing lotus-patterned Taoist robes and holding floating dust huddled in the corner. You pushed and shoved each other for a while, and finally pushed out the most beautiful one among them.

The fair-skinned and handsome Taoist staggered a few steps, mustered up the courage to come to the beauty in white, and called softly, "This fellow Taoist."

The beauty looked back lazily, "Huh?"

Glancing at those eyes, the little Taoist priest's ears turned red in an instant, and he was almost unable to speak, Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "I, I see that fellow Taoist temperament is out of the world, and I want to make friends... I don't know what you are A member of the sect?"

"The temperament is dusty?" It was probably the first time I heard someone describe herself like this. The beauty in white was slightly amused, and replied, "I have no martial art."

The Taoist was startled, "Fellow Taoist is a casual cultivator?"

"Well, forget it." If Moxiu is included in it.

"Dare to ask your friend's name?"

The beauty in white smiled slightly, "You and I met by chance, just passing by, why did you ask such detailed questions?"

The Taoist was suddenly at a loss for words, and Jun's face turned even redder.

At this time, a male voice sounded behind the Taoist priest, with low magnetism, like a cold spring flowing through the bottom of a stream, cold and calm: "Shuli, it's time."

Hearing this voice, the beauty in white's languid smile suddenly changed.He looked towards the person, with a faint brilliance in his eyes, which looked focused and soft, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in his life.

It was an expression that neither the Fairy Lingxi Pavilion who just came with the piano nor the Taoist priest Ruoshui who was standing aside now had ever seen.

There should be countless people who are willing to go through fire and water for such a gaze.

He smiled and said, "I just thought, you should come and urge me to go back."

In mid-April, Mu Yin bid farewell to Master Zhu and Mrs. Zhu, and boarded the floating cloud boat with Shuli to the world of cultivating immortals.

Shuli's body is not yet fully recovered, and she can't bear the strength of Yujian, let alone the adverse reactions caused by using the teleportation talisman. Although the speed of taking the floating cloud boat will be slower, it is indeed the most suitable method for Shuli.But even so, Mu Yin still took care of him, and rarely let him go out to have a wind, and the time to let him go out every few days was always fleeting.

Jianxiu, who was dressed in white and wore a jade crown, nodded slightly, "Let's go back then."

Shuli rolled her eyes and obediently followed him.

Before turning around, Mu Yin cast an emotionless glance at the young Taoist priest who was standing still on the spot from head to toe, and Shuli happened to catch a tiny movement.

He smiled slightly.

Two days later, Mu Yin and Shuli got off the floating cloud boat.

The mountains in front of you are undulating, and the seven peaks stand majestically, towering into the clouds.Especially the negative Xuefeng, the second peak next to Lingjue Peak, is extremely steep and steep, so you have to use your sword to go up the mountain.

Shuli was covered with three layers of fur clothing inside and outside, wrapped into a chubby ball and Mu Yin hugged her in her arms, and a frost-white barrier was propped up outside, before she climbed to the top of Negative Snow Peak safe and sound.

The mountains are covered with snow all year round.

Shuli landed on the ground, looked back at the long steps hidden in the clouds and thick snow, and asked curiously: "How long are the steps going up?"

Mu Yin took the sword away and said, "Seven thousand steps."

"So long?" Shuli clicked her tongue.

"Ling Jue Peak has nine thousand steps." Mu Yin's voice was light.

Shuli raised her hand and pushed aside some fur coats and hoods that covered most of her face, making her breathing easier. She was still curious, "Has anyone really tried to go from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain?"

"Of course there will be reasons to go."

"for example?"

"There is confusion in the heart, and indecision in the heart."

Shuli asked casually, "Then have you walked by?"

Mu Yin was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Go."

Shuli was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly became interested.He leaned over to look at Mu Yin. The brim of the hat and neckline were covered with fluffy white fox fur. The beauty with dark eyes and snow-like skin bent her eyes and smiled, "Then——Is it because you are confused? Or is it because you are confused?" Undecided?"

Mu Yin has always known that this person is used to pushing forward and getting worse.He simply ignored Shuli, led Shuli into the Negative Snow Hall, and took Liu Yingqiong's body to Hongyu Peak.

It didn't take Shuli a while to browse all the places that can be visited on Negative Xuefeng.

On the top of Negative Snow Peak stands a majestic high hall, which is Negative Snow Hall. The layout of the hall is quite simple and elegant, but there is no trace of smoke and fire for people to live in. It can be called empty, clear and cold.In front of the hall is a platform, covered with deep snow, it should be the place where Mu Yin usually practiced his sword.

The only thing that brought a little life to Neg Xuefeng was the cherry tree in the back of the hall. The thick trunk of the cherry tree was pasted with talisman paper to ensure that it would bloom undefeated in this icy and snowy field, and it bloomed extremely grandly, full of trees. Yun Xingxiawei's pink and white petals, as soon as they moved, the flowers rained down.

It's hard to imagine Mu Yin's life here every day, but it's also hard to imagine that he has lived in this kind of place for decades.

【"I said, ascetic monks have a better life than Mu Yin, right?"】

【"There is no Jiazi in the mountains. He cultivates without distractions, so of course he doesn't feel that life is boring."】Shuli rolled up her sleeves, full of interest, 【"Then I don't care, since I'm here, I won't let him do this again Go on without distractions."] He found Mu Yin's room, which only had a bed, a couch and some basic daily necessities, which was extremely simple.When he brought his own luggage in, it seemed that there were more things than Mu Yin put here.

After setting up the luggage, Mu Yin hadn't come back yet, so he sat on the couch and planned with Asa what to say to Mu Yin later.

【"Do you think Mu Yin will drive me out?"】

Asa said coolly: 【"What do you say?"】

【"After much deliberation, I still have to pretend to be pitiful for the present."】

【"Well?"】

Shuli has something serious going on, 【"Not only do I have to act pitiful, but I also have to be a bit more rascal."】【"..."】

【"Shuli, the plan is clear!"】

After thinking about the countermeasures, he got off the couch, sat cross-legged on the ground, and was immediately shivering from the ice.

【"...It's just that this poor man is really difficult to pretend."】

When Mu Yin came back, the sky had completely darkened.He didn't see Shuli in the main hall, but found him in his room.

The light from the luminous pearl on the wall was clear and soft, Shuli leaned on the armrest of the wooden couch in a kneeling posture, and fell asleep with her arm on her head.He was stunned at the door, and walked in lightly.

Shuli was still wearing the thick white fox fur, the hood was softly covered on her head, only a few strands of black hair and a small side face were exposed, her long eyelashes were quietly closed, The tear mole at the end of the eye is like a peach blossom.

He slept soundly, he was so bright in color, but he looked very well-behaved, and his breathing was light and shallow.

Mu Yin suddenly remembered what he had just read on the highest floor of Lingjue Mountain Library.

It is a forbidden area of ​​Zangshu Pavilion, and only the head of the sect and the masters of the peaks can pass through it.He searched for a long time, and in the depths he found an autobiography of a monk who participated in the formation of Jiuyao Valley 1000 years ago.

Thousands of years ago, Qianqiu Palace, a sect in the world of cultivating immortals, was also famous all over the world. The most famous one is its secret method "Unfeeling Heart Sutra". Those who practice this sutra are all indifferent and unfeeling. Quickly, it has the same effect as Taishang Wangqing.

The one who wrote this autobiography was Wan Tengkuo, the young master of the Qianqiu Palace, who had practiced the "Unfeeling Heart Sutra" since he was a child, and was already a well-known genius in the world of cultivating immortals at a young age.

It was such a person who fell madly in love with Shuli when he saw Shuli for the third time.

Wan Tengkuo narrates in the book that he didn't know that Shuli was already a notorious demon cultivator at that time, and the first two times he saw him was a glimpse of him in the forest on the water.Until the third time, Shuli smiled at him, and he fell into it almost instantly. Since then, he has been tossing and sleeping day and night, asking for nothing.

He soon found out Shuli's true identity, and it was at this time that he almost gave birth to demons during his cultivation several times.

The unwillingness in his heart became more and more intense.

He is unwilling to give up the "Heart Sutra of Unrequited Love", unwilling to give up decades of hard training, and also unwilling to give up the smooth road to heaven in front of him.

So he participated in the battle to suppress the demon cultivator, and together with everyone, he set up an ancient formation to bury the person he loved deeply underground forever.

Then he succeeded as the lord of Qianqiu Palace, and everything was back on track, and the self-narration in the book came to an abrupt end here.

The last page is the appendix of the contemporary people after the Qianqiu Palace was destroyed. In a few words, it was revealed that Wan Tukuo had already known that Shuli was a demon cultivator when he first saw Shuli, and he explained Wan Tukuo's ending

Wan Tuguo, the last lord of the Qianqiu Palace, died of the reverse application of his meridians after going crazy.

Who is telling the truth and who is telling the lie? Now there is no trace of clues to test.Mu Yin closed the book, and what sounded in his ears was Shuli from the underground of Jiuyao Valley. He asked him, why did those people want him to lose his freedom and life in order to get rid of the evil barrier as soon as possible and cultivate the Tao?

Looking at Shuli sleeping soundly on the wooden couch now, he still thinks of Shuli's expression when he suddenly approached him in the crystal coffin. The man's eyes seemed to have melted a little thick ink, and he stared at him fiercely. Looking at him, saying that he is different from those people and that he can't do this to him.

Mu Yin looked at Shuli silently for a while, then took off the quilt on the opposite bed and put it gently on his shoulders.Shuli woke up at this moment, snorted softly, and opened her eyes.

"Now that you're awake, go back to your room and sleep."

Shuli lifted the hood, her eyes were still sleepily half-closed, her soft black and shiny long hair spread out, and a pressed red mark on her right cheek stood out, she muttered softly, "No."

Mu Yin frowned, not knowing what tricks he was going to play.

Shuli reached out and touched the back of Mu Yin's hand, her fingertips were as cold as ice, she quickly retracted, feeling aggrieved, "I'm so cold."

It was only then that Mu Yin realized that she had a high level of cultivation and profound spiritual power, so she could endure the tens of thousands of frost and snow and the bone-chilling cold on the negative snow peak, but Shuli could not.He must have froze in half the afternoon he was away.

But he couldn't find a warming talisman for a while, he never used this kind of thing.

Mu Yin sighed, "You sleep here first tonight."

"Yeah!" Shuli cheered up, turned over on the couch with the quilt in her arms.

Mu Yinzhou's spiritual power circulated rapidly, gradually making the temperature in the room warm and pleasant.

The light of the luminous pearl dimmed, and the room was filled with silence. A faint snow light penetrated by the window, and occasionally fine powdery white petals fell on the window sill.

Mu Yin was sitting cross-legged on the bed, concentrating on meditation, when suddenly he heard the person on the couch turn over and asked him softly, "Mu Yin, aren't you going to sleep?"

In the past, when he and Shuli were in the same room at night, Shuli's body was in pain and needed someone to take care of him. Shuli was usually not too awake at this time, so tonight was the first time the two of them had a real relationship. Literally sleeping in the same room.

Mu Yin said calmly, "I don't need to sleep."

Shuli suddenly realized, "That's right."

The room was quiet for a while, and Shuli said, "Sleeping is very comfortable, definitely more comfortable than sitting in meditation, why don't you try it?"

"got used to."

"Oh."

The room was quiet again, and after a while, Shuli said again: "Maybe you can get used to sleeping too, you—"

Mu Yin finally couldn't bear to interrupt him, "It's fine, I'll sleep now." After finishing speaking, she pulled the quilt aside and closed her eyes.

After a long time, a very light laugh sounded in the air.

Mu Yin originally thought that he hadn't slept like an ordinary person for many years, so he would definitely have trouble falling asleep tonight.But I don't know if it was because he spent a lot of mental energy today, or because the breathing of the person on the opposite bed was too smooth and shallow, he soon fell asleep for a while, and fell asleep without even realizing it.

……

When Shuli woke up in the morning, there was no one on the bed. He put on a fur coat and walked out of the hall, only to find that it was snowing outside and Mu Yin was practicing sword in front of the hall.

The mountains are vast, the sky and the earth are clear and clean, white clothes are rustling in the heavy snow all over the sky, as if frightened, and the sword flowers draw thousands of frosty colors.

Shuli sat down at the entrance of the hall, holding her chin to look at the beauty dancing sword in the snow.

There are many talented people in the world, and those who are obviously talented but do not rely on and squander their talents, but are more diligent and hardworking than ordinary people are the most rare.Mu Yin can achieve such an achievement at such a young age, I am afraid that no one can easily attribute the reason to his talent.

He endured the bitter cold and desertion on the top of the snow mountain for ten years, and it became what he is today.

"But I don't want him to be like this."

Shuli lowered her eyes, muttered to herself softly, and when she raised her eyes and saw the figure who withdrew his sword and was walking towards him from a distance, there was already a smile in his eyes.

The snow is as white as snow falling on the top of the mountain in winter, and the moon is as bright as the clouds in the sky.

The monk in white with the sword in his hand came over step by step, and stopped in front of Shuli, and when he looked down at Shuli, he showed a little tenderness again.His slightly drawn long eyelashes were covered with crushed snow, as if because of this bit of tenderness, it melted into a fine mist, which escaped into his dark and quiet eyes.

Shuli rolled her eyes and called him with a smile: "Big beauty."

As expected, the beauty frowned slightly, but she seemed to be used to it, and there was not much displeasure in her eyes.

Shuli said, "I'm hungry."

"Didn't you bring food?"

Shuli raised an index finger to the tip of her nose, pretending to be serious, "I'm a sick person now, and I want to eat hot food."

"..."

Mu Yin brought Shuli to the kitchen of Negative Snow Hall, a room with a huge area, it has not been used for many years, it is clean and brand new.

Fortunately, there are dust-proof beads, and Shuli does not need to clean the kitchen utensils.He brought a lot of raw materials for cooking, anyway, the mustard seed bag can hold them, and Negative Xuefeng is a natural fresh-keeping ice cellar, which can be stored for a long time by throwing it into an ice hole, which is very convenient.

Mu Yin lit the talisman fire under the stove, but she still couldn't get away - cooking porridge can be done with a consistently warm fire, but cooking can't be done, the heat needs to be controlled manually.

As a result, the noble Xuefeng Peak Lord, who was dressed in white, elegant and clean, was sent around by Shuli's bosses, who would become hot fires and small fires, and would occasionally be blocked by suspicion.He had never done this before, and he seemed a little clumsy at first, his white and wide sleeves were almost burnt.

The demon cultivator in front of him is extremely proficient, he can do two things at once, holding a shovel in one hand and lifting the cover with the other, he is calm and easy, and he still has time to laugh at him.

The final breakfast consisted of two bowls of egg porridge, two baskets of Sixi steamed dumplings, a plate of honey rice dumplings and three dishes of refreshing side dishes. They were placed on the table neatly, looking ordinary but exquisite, no different from what ordinary people eat .

Shuli sat down by the edge of Mu Yin's table, and stuffed the spoon into his hand, her voice was sweet and light, "Taste it quickly."

Looking at his bright black eyes, Mu Yin pursed his lips, swallowed the words of refusal before he could say it, he hesitated, took a spoonful of porridge and drank it.

The entrance is slightly hot, soft and smooth, salty and delicious.

"How?" Shuli blinked.

"……taste good."

"That's right, I'm so good." Shuli was a little proud, and while sitting down opposite Mu Yin, she taught him righteously, "You righteous people always like bigu, and don't indulge in your appetite when you say something, while looking forward to it." The desire to realize the longevity of the Taoist Taoist—it is also a desire, the desire for food and drink is much smaller than the desire to achieve the longevity of the Taoist Taoist, why can’t it be satisfied?”

Seeing that Shuli was speaking seriously and eloquently, Mu Yin smiled lightly from the corner of his eyes.

Shuli didn't miss the moment when the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, leaned her head on the table to look at him, and said seriously: "Mu Yin, if you like, I can make it for you every day."

Mu Yin paused, looked at Shuli for a few breaths, and then looked away.

"However," Shuli prolonged the ending, "you have to help me light the fire, serve the dishes and wash the dishes."

Mu Yin still didn't make a sound.

"Uh," Shuli conceded, "You can also take turns washing the dishes."

"The porridge is getting cold." Mu Yin said plainly.

Shuli was stunned for a moment, and responded in a low voice: "Oh."

Just as he lowered his head to drink the porridge, he heard the person on the opposite side whisper, "I'm washing the dishes."

Shuli suddenly raised her head to look at Mu Yin.

Mu Yin was swallowing a mouthful of porridge with a normal expression, as if the words just now were not what he said.

After eating, Mu Yin really tied up his sleeves and stood by the counter to wash the dishes. His fingers holding the sword or the book were always immersed in the water. Each finger was carved out of white jade. It looks like it's tuning the strings.

Shuli leaned on the side, and suddenly said out of nowhere: "I regret it."

Mu Yin glanced at him, "What do you regret?"

"I regret making you do the dishes."

"how?"

"In the current situation, I was supposed to please you, so I should be more attentive." Shuli was quite worried, "But now I let you work, it's okay for a day or two, in case it takes a long time, you don't want to wash the dishes What if you drive me down the mountain?"

Mu Yin put away the washed dishes, untied the slender brocade belt that tied her sleeves, wiped her fingers gently on the cotton white soft towel, and answered the wrong question: "You cooked the rice, so naturally I can't eat for nothing."

"Is it because of this?"

"otherwise?"

Shuli followed Mu Yin all the way back to the room, watching him take out "Tao Fu Ji", cinnabar and a stack of talisman papers and put them in front of the desk one by one, then sat down and began to read the book.

Shuli just sat on the side with her chin in her hands, doing nothing.

For Mu Yin, low-level spells such as heating talismans don't need to waste his mind at all, he just needs to accumulate a little spiritual power when drawing the talisman, so he took a few rough glances before picking up the brush and starting to draw.

"I thought about it, I'd better please you more." Shuli still didn't get out of the topic just now, and he said this after Mu Yin finished drawing a few talismans.

Mu Yin didn't even raise his head, sat upright, and wrote the talisman in a smooth manner, and said lightly: "As far as I know, to please is to do what you like, to please him. You don't know what I like, how to please me ?”

"Are you so sure that I don't know what you like?"

Mu Yin's expression was calm, as a default.

Shuli blinked, looked at Mu Yin for a while, then quickly moved forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, and then quickly turned around and sat upright.

Mu Yin's wrist suddenly stopped, and the pen tip was suspended in the air.A drop of cinnabar fell on the talisman paper, turning into a small piece of blood-red stain, and the talisman that was almost drawn was scrapped.

Shuli looked at him with crooked eyebrows and burning eyes, "Then do you feel happy now?"

"..." Mu Yin clenched the corners of her lips, as if she was being patient, and after a while she couldn't bear it and squeezed out two words, "I don't know—"

"I don't know what?" Shuli tilted her head, "I don't know shame? I don't know how to behave? I don't know the seriousness? Or I don't know what to do?"

A series of questions blurted out, and Shuli moved closer again, staring straight at the person in front of her without blinking her eyelashes, and the light and warm breath fell on the side of Mu Yin's face, dragging out a soft and sweet breath. Throat voice: "Huh? Immortal, what the hell is it?"

The author has something to say: Help, I am dizzy from sweetness

ps.

The cherry tree behind the Negative Snow Palace was moved by Liu Yingqiong

It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon among the clouds. —— "Baitou Yin"