I get love from my beauty [Quick Transmigration]

Ever since the group of Crane Yizong disciples broke in by mistake a few months ago, and Mu Yin had to step in because of the Jiuyao Black Lotus, Jiuyao Valley has fallen into a hundred years of silence again.

The mist spreads in the ancient dense forest, and the long and narrow crack on the ground has disappeared. The only living thing is the black-feathered red-eyed ghost bird in the depths of the forest.

Suddenly, the figure of a white-clothed monk holding a sword appeared in the air, above the Nine Lights Valley.

A flock of birds flapped their wings and flew out of the dense forest, rushing towards the dark and starry night sky, their voices were strange and hoarse, adding a bit of spooky atmosphere to such a night.

A strong wind suddenly picked up, Mu Yin held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, and gently closed his eyes.

——"Nine Luminaries Demon Binding Formation? Why are you asking this?"

He held the Zhanshuang Sword in front of his eyes, and the blade burst out with a cold light, as if covering the top of a snow-capped mountain with the most piercing frost color, which also reflected half of his face, with deep cold eyes, tight lips, long hair Hair fluttering wildly in the wind.

——"Ancient formations like this have long been lost. If you don't know how to set up a formation, you won't know how to dismantle it."

The figure of the white-clothed sword cultivator suddenly rose up, his long sword wrapped in frost and snow and a stern murderous intent, blatantly slashing towards the star-studded night.

——"But even though there is no way to break the formation, it doesn't mean that it can't be broken. After all, in the face of incomparable strength, all obstacles are nothing."

Incorporating profound spiritual power and the last move of the Zhanshuang swordsmanship, the sword is fierce and majestic. The hurricane and sword energy swept towards the sky with thunderous momentum, and a dazzling white light burst out in an instant, reverberating in the sky for a long time The loud noise made the sky and stars tremble.

——"But it is estimated that no one will do this. The Nine Luminaries Demon Binding Formation is formed by drawing the power of the stars, but it is actually a part of the heavenly way. Since ancient times, anyone who wants to go against the heavenly way will be condemned by heaven."

The figure of the cultivator holding the sword flickered. Although he couldn't see the slightest injury, his complexion paled instantly. He tried his best to hold the sword so as not to kneel down.After a few breaths, he straightened his back again and raised his head.

The sword had a spirit, and it kept trembling in his hand, like a mournful sob.

"Zhanshuang, be good." Mu Yin said softly with calm eyes, "This matter must be done."

Zhanshuangjian let out a long cry full of sadness, and then fell completely silent.

Mu Yin clenched the Zhanshuang sword tightly again.

……

【"Ding! The strategy mission is complete."】

The system notification sounded in Shuli's ears, and he was awakened almost instantly, turned over and sat up, and subconsciously looked at the opposite bed.

It was empty.

With a bad premonition in her heart, Shuli asked: 【"Where's Mu Yin?"】【"Nine Lights Valley."】

【"Why didn't you wake me up?"】

There was no emotion in Asa's voice, it was just a factual statement: 【"You can't stop him."】【"You—"】

Shuli had no time to say anything, and couldn't refute anything at all, so she could only rely on her recovered half of her spiritual power to rush to Jiuyao Valley at the fastest speed.

When he arrived, the night sky over Jiuyao Valley had returned to calm. He failed to appreciate the figure of Mu Yin who was rumored to be able to cut through the clouds and rivers with a single sword, and only saw a figure who fell to the ground from exhaustion in the distance.

Shuli quickly stepped forward to help him up, the man was propped between his arms, his black hair was scattered, his face was pale, his breath was so weak that it was barely audible, it was unknown whether it was out of pain or why, several spots of different shades were bitten on his lips Blood gushed out of the wound.

"Mu Yin! You're okay——" Shuli took Mu Yin's hand, checked his injury by pulse, but suddenly stopped in place at the next moment, staring at Mu Yin, and then came out in disbelief after a few breaths. "Where's your... your spiritual power?"

Before Mu Yin could answer, he hurriedly rushed over to probe his chest and dantian, "Where's your spiritual power? Where's your cultivation? Where did you go? Ah? Where did you go?"

"It's okay..." Mu Yin held his wrist that was in a hurry, and said softly, "The spiritual power and cultivation base are gone, and you can practice again."

【"is that true?"】

【"He's lying to you."】Asa paused, 【"The scourge is always irreversible."】"You...you..." Shuli panted a few times, her voice stuck in her throat, unable to speak for a long time Come up with a complete sentence.He reached out to touch the face of the person opposite, but his fingers trembled an inch away from him, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and he was afraid of even a simple touch.

A tear fell down, and he gritted his teeth hard.

"Don't...don't cry." Mu Yin raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "You are free from now on...no one will bully you, hurt you, imprison you...you should be happy, don't cry..."

But Shuli's tears still fell down big and big, her face was painful and mournful, her crying and panting were suppressed with all her efforts, it turned into a dull and violent gasp in her chest, and even her lips trembled violently.

He looked at Mu Yin almost collapsed like that, as if he was more desperate than anyone else in the world.

The long wind passes through the forest, the mist in the forest gradually dissipates, and the air is silent and hoarse.The sky in the distance is whitish, a sign that the sky is about to dawn.

Shuli closed her eyes hard, and said hoarsely: "You will... regret it..."

"Junior Sister Liu regrets it because the one she loves is not human..." Despite her pale complexion and disordered breath, Mu Yin's gaze on him was still quiet, with a hint of love in it, and she smiled, "You are different...you Very good, I'm very... I'm very happy."

That time in Negative Snow Hall, Mu Yin questioned how Shuli could please him.But now, his decades of cultivation were ruined, and he was seriously injured, but he said he was happy.

He said he was very happy.

Tears fell drop by drop on Mu Yin's fingers, Shuli panted deeply, and when she was about to say something, her arm suddenly felt heavy.

Mu Yin crouched on top of him and closed his eyes.

He fell into a coma.

On the day Shuli brought Mu Yin back to Negxue Peak, Bai Huaiyi, the master of Cangyun Peak, came to visit.

There are no more than 20 people in the world who know the existence of the Nine Luminaries Demon Binding Formation, and among them there are no more than ten people who can feel the Nine Luminaries Demon Binding Formation, and Bai Huaiyi is one of them.

But Mu Yin had only asked about the Nine Luminaries Binding Demon Formation on the front foot, and a vision appeared on the back foot of the Nine Luminaries Valley. Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, Bai Huaiyi guessed who did it, but he didn't reveal any news. He went up to the negative snow peak without a sound.

It seemed that only a handsome and easy-going white-robed man in his 30s circulated his spiritual power in the sleeping Mu Yinzhou, and it took him a long time to recover it.

"Peak Lord Bai..." Shuli followed beside him, hesitating to speak.

Bai Huaiyi shook his head, walked out of the room slowly, and came to the hall.

"Is there really no way?"

"You have been suppressed under the Nine Luminaries Demon Binding Formation for 1000 years, so you naturally know the power produced by the superposition of this formation and the power of the stars." Bai Huaiyi sighed softly, "He should also know."

Shuli pursed her lips tightly.

At first, Bai Huaiyi accepted it in astonishment after knowing his identity as a demon cultivator. When he learned the reason why Mu Yin insisted on breaking the formation, he didn't panic or reprimand Shuli. On the contrary, he just showed a clear expression and didn't say much Word.

At this moment, he looked at the heavy snow outside the hall with his hands behind his back, his brows were full of worries, "Mu Yin has always been the most worry-free disciple of Ling Jue Mountain, I never thought..."

"..."

"It doesn't matter whether you use him or you are sincere, at least in the last days, stay with him well."

"...I will." Shuli's voice was difficult.

The tall fairy walked out of the Negative Snow Palace, his low and bewildered voice dissipated in the wind and snow: "The word love is the most harmful..."

Mu Yin fell into a coma for three days, and Shuli stayed by his bedside for three days.On the morning of the fourth day, he lay down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, he happened to meet Mu Yin's dark and peaceful eyes.

Mu Yin must have been awake for a while, but she didn't call him. Instead, she leaned against the head of the bed, combed his hair with her fingers while looking at him, and did so gently to avoid waking him up.

Seeing that Shuli opened his eyes, Mu Yin's eyes were slightly bent, and he said softly, "Thanks for your hard work."

Shuli took Mu Yin's hand.

The fingers held by him in the palm of his hand are slender and white, with well-proportioned flesh and bones. They look like high-quality mutton fat jade, which used to be soft and warm no matter what.But now, even though the room is as warm as spring, even if the bed is covered with brocade quilts, the fingertips of this hand are still slightly cold, which seems to indicate that the person in front of him is no longer the same as before, and his body is getting weaker and weaker day by day.

"It's not hard." Shuli clenched Mu Yin's fingertips, and looked up at him like this, "How are you? Is there any discomfort?"

"No, I'm fine." A little smile appeared in Mu Yin's eyes, "I also had a dream about the past."

"what's up?"

"I dreamed that when you were in Zhu's Mansion, you were led into the hall in women's clothing. After speaking, everyone except me began to sympathize with you. When I saw the maid serving tea next to me, my eyes were red."

"Then how were you feeling?"

Mu Yin stretched out her hand and tapped the flame-like red fall mark on Shuli's forehead, "The acting is quite similar."

"Don't you sympathize with me?"

Mu Yin thought for a while and said, "I sympathize with Master and Madam Zhu more."

Shuli laughed, sat on the edge of the bed, and shook Mu Yin's hand, "Look, I spent so much effort chasing you back then."

Mu Yin smiled.

Shuli leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Now you are finally mine."

Mu Yin looked at Shuli and deliberately joked with him: "It's yours, what do you want to do?"

Shuli held Mu Yin's hand for a while, instead of following his words and making fun of her, she choked up and said softly, "I want... to be with you forever."

Mu Yin's face was pale, and his lips were pale. He looked at Shuli quietly, lowered his eyelashes after a while, and said, "Yes."

Shuli tried her best to raise the corners of her lips, "I know."

Afterwards, life seems to be back on track. Shuli no longer vomits blood, and no longer faces the shadow of death that is close at hand. Mu Yin is no different from before except that she no longer practices swords. They still eat and sleep together every day, and read books together Talking together, living a normal life that has been like this for the past two months.

Although both of them were well aware of the fate of being condemned by God, they both stopped mentioning it by coincidence, whitewashed the peace with a tacit understanding, and pretended not to see the coming ending.The process of Mu Yin's loss of vitality is so silent and ignorant, it seems that it can be easily ignored, making people think that they may be together forever.

Or maybe this process wasn't so slow and silent, but Mu hid it so well and acted so similarly that Shuli couldn't find any clues.

After half a month, Mu Yin could no longer hide.

Shuli had just brought fresh ingredients back from the mountain that day, and made three dishes and one soup for lunch. Mu Yin has no spiritual power now and needs to eat, but his appetite is always poor, so Shuli tried his best to make it suit his taste. Let him eat more.

However, when he put a piece of wild rice stem into his mouth, Shuli realized that maybe because he was out of his mind when cooking the dish just now, he mistakenly put sugar as salt, which made the dish so sweet that people could frown.

He just raised his head to remind Mu Yin, but found that he was picking up a piece of wild rice stem from the plate of fried wild rice stem, putting it in his mouth and chewing slowly, with a calm expression on his face, and he didn't seem to feel anything unusual.

This is not right.

Mu Yin has never liked sweets.

Shuli squeezed the chopsticks in her hand, without revealing a single point on her face, she asked with a smile, "How does it taste? Is it salty or bland?"

Mu Yin glanced at him and replied, "It tastes good."

"Really?" Shuli said, "Why do I feel a little salty?"

Mu Yin was slightly taken aback, then followed his tone very naturally and said, "Well, a little bit."

With a "click", the chopsticks in Shuli's hand fell on the table, and then rolled down to the ground.

Looking at Shuli who was completely frozen in position, Mu Yin quickly realized what was going on.After a pause, he called him softly: "Shuli."

Shuli's voice was difficult, "What..." He took a breath before he could continue the question, "When did it happen?"

"...Two days ago."

"Besides taste, what else?"

Mu Yin pursed his lips, and replied after a while: "Smell."

Shuli was silent for a long time, sitting motionless, her fingertips on the table turned white with force.

It is as if a single hand smashed the false dream of indulging, lifted the curtain of whitewashing peace, and no one can continue to deceive themselves and others.

Being disgusted by the way of heaven can never be as simple as losing all spiritual power and cultivation, and those who have been condemned by heaven will eventually be unable to stand in the world.

First the sense of smell, then the sense of taste, and then the sense of hearing, sight and touch. The five senses are stripped off one by one, the long torture is like a long delay, and finally the end of life is ushered in - this is what Mu Yin is going through, and will eventually face.

He was originally the glory of Ling Jueshan, a model in the world of cultivating immortals, and the person who is most likely to be close to the immortal sect in thousands of years.

Things shouldn't be like this.

"Shuli," Mu Yin smiled, there was no shadow in his brows, elegant and warm, calm and indifferent, "I'm fine."

He had never been a person who would show too many expressions before, and the occasional smile was even rarer.However, since the incident in Jiuyao Valley, he began to smile less and less, as if using this method to bring Shuli the most gentle comfort, making him believe that he is really fine.

Shuli did seem to be comforted. He bent over and picked up the chopsticks on the ground. When he got up, his complexion returned to normal, and he also smiled. I."

Mu Yin's eyes touched the wet color of his fingertips, his eyes trembled slightly, and he replied softly: "Yes."