What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Although she knew that under the strict rules of the Unfeeling Sect, no matter men, women or children were ruthless people who were obsessed with martial arts; although she knew that Xiao Fangdao was not interested in crying beauties like Shuilian and pretty girls like Fengfu, let alone What might she think about herself; although she knew that Xiao Fangdao's proposal was probably for her own good...

But that subtle awkwardness still lingers, simply because of her protectiveness and sensitivity to her personal space.

However, now that she is living under the fence, she has no need to decline Xiao Fangdao's kindness for this reason.

She dragged her thin figure to the sandalwood cabinet, opened the old and rattling cabinet door, and found a set of neatly folded and slightly yellowed underwear. Escaping the mixed fragrance of licorice and angelica, she unfolded and shook, visually measured the size, and successfully came to the conclusion that "it should be able to wear".

...Wait, there is such a big screen next to the cabinet.

That's fine.

She breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the clothes and sneaked behind the screen, quickly took off the outer clothes and put on the middle clothes.The length of the sleeves just reached the tiger's mouth, which seemed a little longer, but overall it fit well.

In fact, her stature is already considered tall among women, but wearing the clothes Xiao Fangdao wore when he was a teenager, she was actually somewhat embarrassed by comparison.So, what did she eat to grow up, and what kind of people were her parents, to give birth to such a...

Oh, it seems that I deliberately set it this way for the attention of bloggers.

[You are curious about her, which is the beginning of all beautiful feelings in the world. ]

【Hiss, please don't talk while I'm changing clothes, it's rude. 】

[Actually, you don’t have to worry about this. I’m not a human being, so I won’t have any evil thoughts about you. ]

[...Also, every time you are so excited about the topic of Xiao Fangdao, whose system are you? 】

[You are the creator of the world, and she is the protagonist of the world. One has a broad vision overlooking the sky, and the other has the ability to shatter and destroy. With the two working together, is there anything that cannot be done or a danger that cannot be overcome?What's more, since ancient times, the painter and the person in the painting have joined hands to create countless stories that will last forever——]

【Stop, stop!The good stories you said only exist in Liaozhai, okay?The Qing Dynasty is dead, wake up. 】

Xu Cuilu fastened the last tie, took out the tail of hair that was pressed on the back, and finally said to Chaolu before stepping out of the screen: [If you are really free, help me think about extracting the "water" quality. 】

[Although I cannot replace human thinking, I understand what you mean-I should keep silent when appropriate. ]

Xu Chuilu poked his head out to take a look at Xiao Fangdao's situation.

There was a heavy haze in her eyes, as if she was still worried about the group.

So she didn't bother with that hard-earned sorrow, and left lightly against the door frame.

The autumn wind is rustling, and when it passes by, it brings a refreshing fragrance.Compared with getting along with people, the boring chores of fetching and boiling water become easier and more interesting.

The bucket is very heavy. With her current arm strength, even if both hands lift it together, she still needs to stop for three steps and rest for five steps. Fortunately, the kitchen is not far from the well, so rough work of this intensity can barely be counted as exercise. The body is not the category of muscular injury.

She moves very slowly, not because she can't speed up, but because grinding is really a great thing in life, although some water will be shaken out every time the wooden barrel is put down, but this waste does not prevent her from getting twice the result Half a good mood.

Until she splashed the water on a pair of shoes.

Not her shoes.

When Xu Chuilu looked up, he saw Xiao Fangdao's white and black face—the white part was his skin color, and the dark part was his complexion.

?

What's up?Could it be that my own weakness caught this adult's eyes?

Xiao Fangdao pressed her hand and the barrel together.

"Pick it a few more times, and the soles of your shoes will be worn out by you."

Oh, sure enough, she was disturbed by the sound of her struggling footsteps.

But are their shoes so fragile?Do these vendors not sew the soles properly because they know they are selling to people who can do light work?

"The disciple should be as small as possible..."

"The Unfeeling Sect has no tradition of abusing disciples."

Xu Chuilu reacted, and immediately said with a flattering smile: "Then I will trouble the suzerain."

She withdrew her hand from the warm palm, and Ren Xiao put the knife into the kitchen with the bucket in hand—there was no surprise, as if walking on the ground.

In the kitchen, Xiao Fangdao poured a few barrels of water into the pot, while Xu Chuilu piled up firewood and fired sparks, allowing the fire to burn the dark bottom of the pot.

The tall and thin figure sat on the small wooden stool by the stove. Even though her long legs were unruly on the sides, she could still see a bit of awkward cuteness from this movement.

Xiao Fangdao stared at the cluster of firewood with a cold face, as if he wanted to extinguish it with his eyes.

Xu Chuilu held back a smile and said nothing—is hair loss so sad?

"How long will this water be boiled?" Xiao Fangdao became impatient after looking at it for a long time.

"Uh... the disciple doesn't know. But... it's probably better to wait until you get white."

After coming here, without a mobile phone or an alarm clock, her sensitivity to time was greatly reduced, so she dared not answer randomly.

"It seems that you are really a precious young lady." She sighed, "In a moment, under your unrestrained fire, at most the clouds will be steamed out in a moment."

clouds?

Xu Chuilu stared blankly at the wisp of white smoke slowly rising from the crack of the pot lid, and suddenly came up with a bold idea.

Previously, she tried to use well water to create special effects, but the well water was stagnant. Even if she gave it various strange shapes, it would inevitably fall into a puddle of scattered water the moment it turned into water.

Zhaolu said that this is because it is not "pure" enough.

It is shackled under a deep well that never sees the sun, and can only exist as well water forever.

If it cannot be extracted into more abstract "water", one cannot obtain real freedom, and naturally there is no way to hand over freedom to Xu Chuilu.

At this moment, she realized that her understanding of the concept of water was too limited—water is colorless, but it can form a thick white colored mist when heated; water is invisible, but it can turn into sharp, alien-shaped ice when it is cooled... There is color but no color, form and formlessness, all appearances are non-appearances.

What exactly is water?

The clouds are lingering, the raging waves are pouring, and the ice walls stand between them.

Light water is like smoke, flat water is like flow, and heavy water is like iron.

She wants the lightness of the water, the smoothness of the water, and the sharpness of the water.

But right now, what she needs most is something that can be controlled by her and whose appearance can be easily changed... Qingshui.

She put all her spiritual power into the big cloud of smoke that gurgled out, and she wanted to see the extracted, stripped, sublimated light water that belonged to her alone.

[Host, please pay attention to your physical strength. ]

Without Zhao Lu's reminder, she also knew that her physical strength was rapidly draining, but it also meant that her thinking was effective - no matter what, she couldn't stop at this moment.

The well water in the pot boiled.

She heard the roar of boiling water, and even heard her heart pounding.

However, when it was about to gather into a sphere, the mist diffused out very lightly, as if teasing her staring eyes that were tearing apart.

【Is it disobedient just because I didn't pour the water myself! 】

[You shouldn't act too hastily, if you force yourself...]

[I want to force it! 】

Xu Chuilu subconsciously answered.

But this stuff is really hard to come by.

In her heart, she reviewed the process of extracting the quality just now, chewed those few words over and over again, and even made a sincere plea to the drifting smoke—they were still indifferent, and then ruthlessly withdrew and left after a short lingering time.

"Be obedient to me."

She gritted her teeth and whispered.

"What obedient?"

Xiao Fangdao's eye blade swept over.

Xu Chuilu was dumbfounded.

She swears, even if she accidentally said it, it was only a very small breath, how could Xiao Fangdao—it was over, she could still hear it.

She's so silly, really.She only knew that she was holding on to the water vapor, and she forgot that there was a more important... deadly person.

"Being obedient...is a beautiful virtue." Xu Chuilu said stiffly, "My mother said it."

"Is it?"

"Uh, um... When I was young, I went to the kitchen to steal food. My mother said that only obedient children have food, and those who are disobedient..."

The dangerous look in Xiao Fangdao's eyes became more intense.

"So what?"

"I will be beaten."

"well said."

She suddenly felt a sharp wind blowing in front of her eyelashes, as if a sharp knife was about to gouge out her eyeballs in an instant.

Fortunately, the wind only raised goosebumps on her skin, and then blasted away in another direction.

She only saw Xiao Fangdao's slightly floating cuffs and the clean, clear and bright stove when he retracted his hand.

That palm dispersed the steaming water vapor, swept away the sawdust and dust, and cut off Xu Chuilu's trance.

[Congratulations on obtaining a new quality: light water. ]

When the smoke scattered into gossamer gathered from all directions into a material ball with a white top and a transparent bottom, Xu Chuilu was still full of question marks.

Is this reasonable?

Even this kind of thing is bullying?

[No, it was Xiao Fangdao who supplemented the extraction process for you. ]

[Really, I don't believe it. 】

[You understand its origin and concept, but that's not enough to make it surrender to you.You lack deterrence against it because you haven't considered where it belongs. ]

【? 】

[Light water will eventually condense into flat water. Once they lose their ability to swim, they can only flow together with the flat water they once despised.And you can make it eternal, just need it to deliver "freedom".You already have the capital to negotiate with it, but Xiao Fangdao made it understand the horror of falling and dying, and helped you facilitate this deal.So now, you are its master. ]

……

Good guy, isn't this just a slap?

Secondary, but very cool.

The author has something to say: a loving mother and a strict mother.

This is actually a sand carving essay!