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

Tianshan Mountain is like a daisy, with flowing clouds coming out of Xiuxiu, and the secluded and scenic scenery. Autumn is the most important, and the new season after the rain is even more open and clear.Under the waterfall, two figures, one yellow and one white, stepped on the pool rocks and swept away. The conversation between the two was also like the voiceless sound of springs and stones hitting each other, floating out of the dense smoke.

"Ah Fu, don't be annoyed—the head teacher of Yumen should be in Rukawa thousands of miles away at the moment, even if he handed over the greeting card, he should not have come in person." Shrugging his right shoulder, "How can a person improve his skills by scurrying around here? If you really want to improve, you might as well compete with me, and we will teach each other."

The girl's two pipa sleeves were filled with the autumn wind, and she slapped the old twisted wood in front of her with a palm, shaking the golden leaves all over the tree.

"The suzerain is closed, so many things in the door are all you are doing, don't waste time on me."

Shui Lian smiled: "Master Feng is so sensible, why does he have to make trouble with this old ginkgo tree?"

"...I'm not thinking about my business." She said in a muffled voice, "Why does Yumen have good intentions when you come to vote for a post? The other three factions don't know what they are planning. I'm afraid this time..."

"The suzerain is not here, you are so restless." Shui Lian plucked the fallen leaves from her hair, smiled softly and helplessly, "It seems that I am indeed useless."

She glanced at him and sighed, "Anyway, it's much more useful than me."

Shui Lian stopped making a sound, he looked at the deep mountain stream, and caught a few drops of water splashed by the hanging spring with his palm, the moistness and coolness slowly penetrated into the skin.

"What are you doing?" Feng Talisman pulled his sleeve, but only saw the broken water marks in his palm.

His voice is like a stream of soup, meandering and light.

"Water, floating in the sky and carrying the earth, reaches everywhere, moistens all things, such a powerful and gentle thing, but it cannot be used by warriors."

"you……"

"Use the power of nature for your own use. If this is an impossible thing, perhaps no one would think so, but Lou Yuge has done it - the "Wu Que Pu" that records his recipe will of course become the foundation of all warriors. It’s not surprising that they are crazy about it.”

Feng Fuxiu frowned: "The suzerain said that Wu Que Pu has been destroyed."

There was a sharp sadness in Shui Lian's eyes: "Yes... But, how can anyone be willing to believe that it has been destroyed. They are staring at the Unfeeling Sect closely, hoping to find some afterglow of it?"

Feng Fu said coldly: "Are they worthy? The four former sect masters were only lucky enough to see 'Wu Que' when they became the dead souls of the suzerain. If I were the suzerain, I would definitely kill these unsightly juniors again—"

She raised her palm suddenly, and the ginkgo leaves on her shoulders trembled instantly.

"Why are you so murderous? The suzerain is not a person who kills indiscriminately, and there is no need to attack them now." Shui Lian mobilized his internal strength to evaporate the water stains on his palms, and supported the jade on his head with those creamy hands. Guan, gave her a gentle smile, "If you want to see a distinguished guest, you should be polite."

Feng Fu stared at the young man who had been with her for several years, feeling admiration once again.

Shui Lian is different from himself. He and Xiao Fangdao don't have the love of the same family or childhood friendship. When he was brought back to the Jueqing Sect, he was just a dying wounded, but it didn't take long for him to become Xiao Fangdao's reliance. Later, Xiao Fangdao valued him no less than Fengfu, and even faintly surpassed her at certain times.

At the very beginning, she was very dissatisfied with this person's appearance, secretly targeting, face-to-face sarcasm, and several times to find fault and provoke... He took it one by one, not only did not confide half a word to Xiao Fangdao, but also tolerated and loved her like a brother or a loving mother .

Xiao Fangdao is a strong person, while Shui Lian is a person who likes to show weakness.

He doesn't spare his tears, doesn't hide his beauty, makes the best use of everything, and makes the best use of others, almost to the point where there is no bottom line.Just like this time, the appearance of Xu Chuilu was a big mistake in his inspection process. He must have hated this woman who appeared for no reason. He sent himself to deliver the food because he was afraid that he would directly kill her because of his anger, but the moment before the sound transmission entered the secret, he resolutely protected Xu Cuilu's heart.

Fengfu asked herself, she couldn't do it so fast.

And after this protection, he picks and chooses Xu Chuilu again, as if he didn't do all this for flattery, but just to act on order.

——A surefire way to please both parties.

She knew that Xiao Fangdao would always tolerate herself, but as the head of a sect, she needed someone like Shui Lian even more around her.So, she made up her mind and tried to "grow up", but the result was...

Her thoughts were tightly entangled and slowly engulfed by the hatred of preparation, until the familiar voice called her back.

"The head teacher of Yumen is not in the door, and the only ones who can come for him are the four altar masters, Chao, Mu, Yun, and Yu." He held his sleeves and walked slowly, "The first three are all women, and they are not so much altar masters as altar masters." The concubine he raised, unfortunately, came to Jueqing Sect not for pleasure in the boudoir, so only Zhang Duanxu from the Yufen altar can barely use it."

Feng Fu clenched his cuffs tightly with both hands, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Zhang Duanxu, I haven't seen this man's ability... What does A Fu think? Are we going to keep him?" Shui Lian tilted his head slightly, and asked a chatty question.

It's as if you're negotiating with your family whether you want to keep guests for dinner.

And Fengfu knew that what he was asking was—whether to leave Zhang Zhang's intermittent life.

Xu Chuilu is alive.

She spent these three days with all her beard and tail in full swing.

Of course not in the darkroom, but in the Youxinju.

As expected, there are more than one exits from the darkroom. Behind the stone wall, there is a long and narrow staircase that leads to the small courtyard where Youxin lives outside. The result of that confrontation was that Xiao Fangdao opened this secret passage, allowing Xu Chuilu to regain his freedom—— Limited freedom.

The courtyard is equipped with east and west wing rooms and two side rooms, with a latrine, firewood room, and kitchen. It is a good place for living a rural hermit life.Outside the fence is a lush green mountain, which originally belonged to the scope of her activities, but Xiao Fangdao said that there are poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions raised by wind charms on the mountain, if she is not afraid, she can explore it as much as possible.

Xu Chuilu dismissed this idea.

On the first day, she tried to use the existing ingredients to cook a hot meal, but the fire and flint tossed her almost to the point of exhaustion, let alone other things.She could only find some vegetables and fruits that could be eaten raw, washed them with the well water in the courtyard, barely had enough to eat, and passed the first night.

The next day, Shui Lian came over once, seeing that her life was difficult, she promised to send someone to deliver meals—three meals a day, including meat and vegetables.As a result, she can receive a box of meals every day in front of the stone tablet on the path outside the courtyard, and she no longer has to worry about starving to death.

The person who delivered the food was an eleven or twelve-year-old disciple, with simple red cheeks, but exquisite eyebrows and eyes. Every time he came over, he put down the food box obediently and indifferently and left, completely ignoring Xu Chuilu's greetings or inquiries .

She thought, Youxinju didn't just refer to that room, but this entire...forbidden area.

[Host, it's time for you to check on Xiao Fangdao's situation. ]

Zhao Lu reminded.Whenever it issued such instructions, she would feel that it was like an old mother trying to persuade the prodigal son to return.

[I go there every day, and I will also deliver water and dry food - but I have to take them back the next day. 】

[Maybe what she needs is not food, but your company. ]

[I didn't help her there, didn't I try it on the first day. 】

[You should try multi-dimensionally——]

[Try a few more times?Dare you not to die? 】

Xu Chuilu no longer pays attention to Chaolu's preaching. In addition to solving basic survival problems these days, she is still trying her own ideas. The process of extracting "quality" is very idealistic. The success rate and consumption value vary greatly, and there are no rules to follow. .But what Zhao Lu said is right, the purer and more abstract things are the harder to extract, and what she needs is this kind of ability to break free from the cage and return to the original essence.

She had just finished drying her clothes and stood the wooden basin in the corner of the wall. As soon as she stepped into the door of the wing room, she caught a glimpse of a figure.

Living alone for several days made her feel extremely frightened by the sudden visitor, she staggered half a step, held on to the door frame, and hiccupped horribly.

The man turned his head slowly, revealing the too cold and pale face half hidden in the long hair.

Having not seen the sun for several days, Xiao Fangdao's temperament was stained with a musty, clammy gloom.

Her eyes are very dark, almost completely melted into the black hair. The muddy lacquer ink, the clear frost white, and the heavy red ochre have clear boundaries and blend with each other, surging violently on her gorgeous skin. beating violently.

The horror in Xu Cuilu's heart was replaced by another strange emotion.

She took a step forward in a strange way, and said softly: "Sect Master, let this disciple... comb your hair?"

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