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

This is a rare laughing stock about Xiao Fangdao.

The turbulent spring breeze and the bumpy horseback couldn't stop Xu Chuilu from laughing. The sweet laughter and soft hair floated gracefully to Xiao Fang's eyelashes, nose, and neck, and arrogantly on her lips. Trembling and cruising in a sigh.

Xu Chuilu looked up at her: "You are too popular, Sovereign. Why does everyone who knows about our relationship regard you as a thug who robs women?"

Xiao Fang didn't look away, and calmly retorted: "There are only a few people, how can you prove it?"

Xu Chuilu: As expected of you, you don't look for problems on yourself at all, but blame the small number of samples, right?

"Could it be that you still want to find more people to try?"

"Right on my mind."

Xu Chuilu was stunned, and the people behind him suddenly loosened their reins and swung their whips, urging the ink unicorn to run wildly.

When the two arrived at the mountain gate, the martial field was in the cloud and rain, and the formation was not inferior to the day when she first came to the Unfeeling Sect. Even, their eyes on themselves were similar to before-curiosity, surprise, and even a trace of fear. This is of course caused by Xiao Fangdao's remaining prestige.Although the situation is similar, the state of mind is quite different. She doesn't need to panic and be confused, and she doesn't need to be cold-eyed and defensive. Now no one will threaten her life with a sword. She and Xiao Fangdao are already...

A length of black muslin suddenly came into view, the straps of a cloak that flowed over her chest.

Xu Chuilu was almost suffocated to find that Xiao Fangdao's cloak was still hanging on her very conspicuously.

save--

Xiao Fangdao has already opened his mouth.

Under the eager gaze of more than a thousand disciples, she announced two things.

First, appoint Xuan Jian as the master of Jue She Hall.

Second, she and Xu Chuilu are married.

These are two happy events, but the former is not surprising, while the latter is enough to solidify all emotions.

Xu Chuilu shrank stiffly in the crow-feather-like cloak.

She really didn't know how to deal with the thousand pairs of black eyes like lacquer. Those were not pupils, but scorching fire lights. When they gathered together, they ignited the air, and burst out layers of heat waves, making her red. Gotta shine.She can almost predict what they will think, these contempt, suspicion, and questioning will lead to an irreversible disaster.She was not afraid, but trembling.

The humming in my head gradually stopped, and the sounds from the outside world seeped in little by little.

She distinguished the calls.

"Congratulations Sect Master!"

"Congratulations Miss Xu!"

"Congratulations to Master Xuanjian!"

The people around are full of enthusiasm, but these three protagonists stand still like plastic.

Xiao Fangdao took a step closer to her, with a smile on his face: "How?"

Xu Chuilu asked in a daze, "What?"

"Aren't they very happy?"

"..."

It turns out that this teasing is really justifying the theory of "thugs".

Xu Chuilu pressed her head and actually laughed too.Her worries were really superfluous, the heartless mind of the Unfeeling Sect couldn't use common sense to speculate, and Xiao Fangdao was even more outstanding - how could they be "happy"?It's just the excitement of seeing some kind of amazing spectacle, such as a villain becoming a good beast and becoming a vegetarian.

When she looked around, she found something strange: "Why aren't the wind talisman and water ripples there?"

Xuan Jian immediately replied: "Yumen sent envoys to see Hall Master Feng. Hall Master Shui seems to have gone too."

"Who is here?" Xiao Fangdao asked.

"Zhang Duan."

"Yeah." She nodded slightly, counting it as a notification, and didn't ask any more questions.

After waiting for everyone to congratulate and congratulate her for a while, she mercilessly poured cold water on her and said: "In the past few months, some people must have neglected to practice martial arts. All accompanying disciples must take the school examination ten days later. punish.

Now let alone ordinary disciples, even Xuan Jian dare not relax.

Amidst the mournful gazes of those who dared not speak out, the heartless patriarch who only allowed the state officials to set fire to her left with the weak bride she feared would be killed.

……

in front of the mountain gate.

Zhang Duanxu was not treated as being introduced to the side hall to discuss matters. He was dragged by the wind talisman under the plum tree paved with plum flowers, and he had the right to serve as a reception place.

Looking at the bright young girl in front of him, his frown didn't decrease but increased.

Fengfu didn't appear to be troubled by love at all, he hadn't seen him for several months, and his complexion was more rosy and energetic than usual. In contrast, the situation of his own teacher was much miserable.He sighed with grief in his heart, renewing his unshirkable determination.

"Miss Feng, I'm here to return this thing for the teacher."

He spread out his palm, and a golden bell was tremblingly lying on his palm.

"No wonder my Shadow-seeking Gu kept screaming, so you brought the other one back." The wind talisman picked up the thing, squinted his eyes and sighed lightly, "This thing has long been useless, he just threw it away, why bother to send it away?" Did you send it all the way?"

"The headmaster will never throw away what a girl gives you." He whispered, "Even if it is a Gu, it must be returned to Zhao."

"I've accepted the things. I'll trouble you to make this trip. I just returned to the sect and I still have a lot of work to do, so I won't accompany you." Feng Fu smiled and turned to leave.

"and many more--"

"What else?"

Zhang Duanxu really didn't expect her to be so hard-hearted, and the bitterness on his face could no longer be concealed: "Miss, do you have something you want me to bring to the head teacher?"

"Words?" Feng Fu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and shook his head after thinking about it, "No."

"Then you..." He struggled to hold back a sentence of excuses, "Don't you want to ask something?"

"Zhang Tanzhu, why are you so strange today?" She held her chin, very puzzled.

"No, I just..."

His hesitant appearance made Fengfu suspicious, she didn't have much contact with this person, except for the previous confrontation, she had no old grudges, why did the other party keep chasing after him?Did I offend someone without realizing it?

Should not be ah.

While she was meditating, a gust of wind blew by, silky white plum blossoms fell from the branches, and settled on the shoulders of the two of them leisurely.

The petals set off the crimson of Zhang's intermittent complexion.

Fengfu suddenly realized, covered his mouth and exclaimed: "You, you don't like me, do you?"

"..."

His brows were already furrowed.

"Oh, that's not okay, I'm not interested in you." She shook her head again and again.

Zhang Duanxu's expression was extremely distorted, and he finally walked away.

Fengfu held the golden bell in his hand, and felt that this person was inexplicable and mean-spirited.

These two shadow-seeking Gus have been separated for a long time, and when they met for the first time, they quarreled fiercely. She untied the bell on her feet and released the two mother-child Gus at the same time. The lower body drove them to the petals, then stood up with a flick of the palm, and threw the two golden Gu Sheng utensils casually.

There was a rustling sound from behind the tree, and Fengfu suddenly turned his head.

"Refining Gu is not easy, why throw them away?" Shui Lian walked out slowly.

"It's a pity that it's your turn? Haven't you seen enough of the theater while hiding there?"

Shui Lian said helplessly: "I'm afraid that he will make things difficult for you."

"Hmph, if he really wants to embarrass me, can you help me?"

Shui Lian was not surprised by her ridicule, the abolishment of martial arts was a given, and it was useless for him to deny and avoid it.In the past few months, he has seriously thought about the remedy. It is not a day's work to cultivate his inner strength, and it is unknown how much he can recover. Moreover, since he knew that the Yinhe Sword was given by He Chengze, he has no idea about this discipline. Swordsmanship has grown disgust, he must consider another way.

He thought of the Gu technique of Fengfu.She seldom uses Gu on people, but uses it more as a toy. Maybe it's because she hasn't researched it carefully, maybe she has some scruples, but in her opinion, compared with ordinary poisons, Gu technique is much more hidden and cunning. Make good use of it, it will become a sharp weapon.If the wind talisman is willing to pour money into it, it would be great.

Shui Lian's long silence made Feng Fu gradually panic. She tilted her head and looked at the other person's expression, her tone was weak: "I didn't mean that, you know?"

"Yeah." He took a breath, determined to reveal the real purpose of his dedication these days, "Ah Fu, I..."

Fengfu frowned slightly: Why is he hesitating to speak just like Zhang Duanxu?

"I would like to ask you... to teach me Gu skills."

"……what."

"Can you?" Shui Lian asked earnestly.

Feng Fu thought it was funny, but he folded his arms and shook his head in an extremely dignified manner: "No, this is a family tradition, and it is never passed on. You and I are neither relatives nor relatives, so I can't violate the rules."

Shui Lian was taken aback, disappointment overflowing his chest.

He should have known earlier, it was a secret technique taught to her by her mother who was born in Fengzhao, even if there was no rule not to pass it on to outsiders, she would not teach it to others lightly.

"unless--"

The wind talisman got closer, and said the word that rekindled his hope.

Unless what?

When he was thinking hard, he suddenly found that the distance between the two was only an inch, and he could almost feel the warmth of the other's skin.This weird atmosphere made him look at Fengfu suspiciously—because of his stature, he had to hang his head lower than usual to see her expression clearly.

Her own face is reflected in her eyes, and a little spring light flows in her bright autumn eyes.

He avoided these eyes, and his eyes fell on the petals of her shoulder hair.Normally, he would have brushed it away, but in the current situation, he only felt that his arms were stiff and it was difficult to move.For a long time, he has been unable to appreciate this pink skull as a man, but it is undeniable that Fengfu possesses the beauty of inverting all living beings, especially when he is smiling like this.

A certain heartstring that had been dusty for a long time was suddenly tightened. Family education, rumors, and non-relatives, did she want to say...

Soon, the girl's moving voice interrupted his reverie.

"Unless you recognize me as a godmother, how?"

……

Although she has already learned lightness kung fu, Xu Chuilu still chooses to walk slowly, exploring the spring scenery of Youhuang Mountain with her feet.

This is the second time she and Xiao Fangdao have set foot on this path. The willow trees on both sides have sprouted new buds, and the eyes are full of soft green like smoke. The sharply carved back is set off by the round stream rocks under his feet, which is kind of clumsy and lovely.

At this time, it is like flowing flowers in full bloom, each piece is stretched and ostentatious, fearless and fearless.

"metropolitan."

She reached out and touched Xiao Fangdao's black hair, and called her softly.

"doing what?"

"I have something to tell you."

She said the same words as Xiao Fangdao of Shang Yuan Ye.

As expected, the other party stood still and turned around, with doubts in his eyes.

Xu Chuilu looked into her pupils.

Beyond Xiao Fangdao's face, a sudden and scribbled round cake emerged in the air where the catkins were flying. It has no thickness, no quality, and is untouchable. If you want to give a definition, it should be an illusion.

Nevertheless, the help provided by the fan chart is real. She likes to see all kinds of colors on it, which is the proof of Xiao Fangdao's emotional existence.

However, placed in the original painting, it is a draft, idle brushwork, and graffiti, which cannot be counted as a part of the picture.

Therefore, the way to improve the degree of completion is not only creation and modification, but also erasure.

Although she was suspected of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, now she had to deal with this innocent little thing.

Xu Chuilu stretched his arms and rushed forward, hugging Xiao Fangdao tightly.At the moment when the fan graph showed "stunned", she raised her hand and invoked the erase function.

The system prompt sounded instantly.

[Congratulations, the completion rate of "Putting the Sword and Falling Sword" is +0.1%, and the current completion rate is 100%. ]

[Congratulations, the task "Complete the "Picture of Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword"" has been completed, and the reward has been obtained: a lifespan of 50 years. ]

[May I ask the host, do you want to receive the reward immediately? ]

She buried her face in the opponent's shoulder, although Xiao Fangdao didn't know why, he still hugged her gently, and gently pressed her back like a baby animal.

【You said earlier that the reward does not need to be me, right? 】

[Yes, although most of the hosts are nostalgic for everything in the world in the painting and are willing to prolong their lives to live here, but there are exceptions, they choose to give it to friends, lovers, strangers, and even plants, flowers and birds in this world. ]

[Well, groups like us do sometimes make choices that are incomprehensible to others. 】

[So what's your decision? ]

【…】

Xu Chuilu lowered his arms, stroked the fabric on the waist and back that was wrinkled by himself, and looked at Xiao Fangdao seriously.

"Sect Master, why are you in a hurry to appoint Xuan Jian as the hall master? She is still young, isn't she?"

"It's a matter of time, and it's not just Jueshetang that will be handed over to her in the future."

Xu Chuilu lowered his eyes and said, "In the future, when will it be?"

"Of course it's me..."

Xiao Fangdao stopped suddenly, she finally understood what Xu Chuilu was worried about.

After she was injured, she has been avoiding mentioning this matter, not because she is taboo, but because she doesn't want to waste energy discussing the illusory "future".Life and death are impermanent, which is a matter of course for her, but Xu Chuilu may not be able to accept the common sense of this unspoken person so calmly.She couldn't give the answer Xu Chuilu expected, and she didn't want to take lies as comfort.

Xiao Fangdao could only remain silent.

Xu Chuilu asked again: "The suzerain said earlier that he wants to live longer, is it true?"

Xiao Fangdao nodded and said, "Naturally."

"If... I mean, if, if there is a way to prolong your life for fifty years, would you like to try it?"

"willing."

Xu Chuilu's palms were already sweating, and his breath trembled slightly: "Then, what if this is true?"

"I don't want to."

Xiao Fangdao did not hesitate.

Xu Chuilu's consciousness was enveloped in a huge daze.

She hoped that Xiao Fangdao would agree with her decision, she didn't want "the morning dew in Weixi" and "the seasons flowed", she wanted the years to stop for her, and she wanted to keep Xiao Fangdao.But she knew what the other party's answer would be.So she imagined the consequences of her own assertion. In the distant future, even if Xiao Fangdao learned about it, he would forgive her "unintentional mistake", just like the agreement in that gambling game, just like the unpunished Yu Zhongsu...

Don't ask any more questions. If you don't want to give up your persistence, you shouldn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Fangdao had no ability to refuse this gift.

Her consent is not required.

Don't ask.

However, she still heard her own voice—the voice that escaped uncontrollably from the throat.

"……why?"

"Because that can't be true." Xiao Fangdao said calmly and gently, "The future is made up of variables. If such a ridiculous fixed number is added to the infinite variables, it will be like a wooden stake wedged in the flowing water." , the flow of every drop of water will be changed accordingly. If this is true, the first thing I will do is probably stab myself a few times to see how I can survive for 50 years in this situation."

Xu Chuilu was dumbfounded.

She forgot one important thing, Xiao Fangdao has been living in this kind of gratuitous and vain gift.The beauty she portrayed failed to reduce the scars on Xiao Fangdao's body, and the martial arts she set up failed to reduce the danger Xiao Fangdao faced, and the inexplicable special effects did not bring her any benefits. The scramble...

So, can life extension, which sounds so good, really avoid regrets?

Xu Chuilu closed his eyes.

[Chaolu, give me an explanation. 】

[You mean——]

【Well, so you don't have to worry about it eating the wrong thing. 】

[This... well, it will be the longest-lived feline in history. ]

[Yeah, haven't I left valuable material for the much-anticipated cat demon literature? 】

[......]

Chaolu stopped making a sound, and seemed to have fallen into deep thinking about the strange thoughts of human beings.

Xu Chuilu looked at Xiao Fangdao again, the guilt and pity just now were replaced by a desire to get close, but that calm and calm face made her feel an unknown anger.

"Why do you say it so bloody? It's just a hypothesis, can't you say something nice? It's really hard to serve." She whispered.

Xiao Fangdao frowned: "I'm hard to serve?"

"That's right, I never say what I like. It's fine to give gifts and let others guess for themselves. You have to rely on people's imagination to make up everything. At first, I thought it was because we didn't know each other well, but now I find that you are just like this by nature." , very troublesome."

"That's not to perfunctory you, but I don't like it at all..." Xiao Fangdao, who was suddenly scolded, seriously reflected on himself, before he finished speaking, he thought of something, and changed his words, "No, it's the same."

Xu Chuilu became interested: "What?"

Xiao Fangdao said seriously: "You."

"?!"

Xu Chuilu almost missed her foot and slipped into the stream.

She really didn't expect that she could be the answer, and she definitely didn't mean to guide Xiao Fangdao to say such things to her.

And the strange thing is that she was more annoyed than happy: why didn't Xiao Fangdao say it when he was prepared?Why not pick a better time, a more romantic vibe, a warm tone of voice?

The urgency of this thought overwhelmed her shyness, reserve and reason.

"You...you say it again."

It's almost an order rather than a request.

Xiao Fangdao seemed to be overwhelmed by this enthusiasm and determination.

then--

"I like you."

Under the warm spring sun, among the desert poplar flowers, Xu Chuilu heard the four words she had longed for as she wished.

Xiao Fangdao's eyes were full of affection, and his cheeks were gradually turning red. That sincere appeal was better than Lin Laiquan's rhyme, but there was only one thing wrong.

She never opened her mouth.

At this moment, Xu Chuilu finally realized that in this world of martial arts where every person is so powerful, the martial art she hates the most is absolutely——

Chuan, sound, entry, secret.

This martial art, which allows those with deep inner strength to speak without effort, has become Xiao Fangdao's perfect weapon for cheating.

The lover's whispers that were more tender and lingering than the rain all over the sky echoed in her ears, but a generous tragic song called "Taste the Courage" rang in her heart.

Xiao Fangdao is by no means inferior to any kind of gallbladder.

……

[Congratulations, the hidden mission "Flying catkins and flowing water, sticking together" has been completed. ]

The author has something to say: "Flying catkins and flowing water, stick to each other" is adapted from Qin Guan's "Wang Hai Tide·Slaves are like flying catkins", "Slaves are like flying catkins, men are like flowing water, if they stick together, they are willing to follow each other".

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No episodes.

The new pit needs to be carefully written and archived. Fox Demon should be a horror sand sculpture unit drama type (main plot), and the opening time of the pit is to be determined.

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I just didn’t expect that I could write such a long text. It’s the longest text I’ve ever written. It means that my nonsense has increased, okay!