Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

The sky is gloomy, approaching evening, the sun in the western sky is only a circle of white light, and a long and narrow blue cloud floats over the maple forest.

There is no trace of people in the whole Zhuyun Mountain, but the bottom of the mountain is lively. In late autumn, the mountain is full of red leaves, and the maple forest is smudged with blood-like colors in the bleak dusk.

Lu Ming blinked outside the screen, and couldn't help but said: "The light and shadow are chaotic, there must be something strange."

"Hush," Ji He stretched out his index finger, "There seems to be some movement."

As soon as the words fell, something flashed past in the forest, so fast that it was impossible to see what it was. A few maple leaves were shaken and fell from the branches. The next moment, a man in a light robe and sleeves suddenly rushed in. Youth in blue.

Holding a long sword in his hand and wearing a jade flute at his waist, his expression was condensed and vigilant, his brows were raised high, and he chased a little evil spirit to this place. After breaking in, he realized that there seemed to be something strange about this maple forest. , so he didn't act rashly, standing in a clearing in the forest, holding his sword and staring intently.

This was Ye Qingyu who hadn't joined the Jueqing Sect back then, she should be at the age of a weak crown, her eyebrows and eyes looked slender and cold because they were much more immature than now.

The sun in the western sky is gradually sinking, hanging on the mountainside, precariously hanging on the mountainside, and the pale light penetrates through the layers of maple leaves to reflect dark red.

In the forest, on a maple tree that is not very tall, but its branches extend several meters left and right, a jackdaw is parked. The wings flew away from the branch, but there was a sudden whine in mid-air, and it fell straight down. Two drops of blood dripped from a dead leaf.

Ye Qingyu seemed to have sensed something, turned around and stared at a certain place, a dense fog rose from the ground, and immediately enveloped a large area of ​​maple forest. Skimmed a touch of black.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately urged the long sword out of its sheath, only to hear a "whoosh", the tip of the sword stabbed out, but it was nailed to an uneven tree trunk, and the previous black shadow had long since disappeared.

He turned around suddenly, there was a sharp wind passing by his ears, and then a ray of black light appeared in the thick fog, and in a flash, it pierced through the miasma and flew towards him. Ye Qingyu pursed her lips tightly and jumped sideways Dodging in the past, quickly turned his face to get up, but saw more dark lights flashing in the vast whiteness.

Floating like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp, it quickly shot at him.

He immediately froze in place, surrounded by unknown black devilish energy in all directions, the danger was getting closer and closer, the sword was still nailed to a tree trunk in the distance, and it was too late to recall it.

"Hiss." Ji He gasped.

Lu Minghui held his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the dangerous scene in front of him. Although he knew that the people in it would be safe, the situation was really weird. Ye Qingyu was just a casual cultivator who had just started , people can't help but worry about him, it is expected that he must be dead or injured, but there is a chuckle in the picture, and there are very light footsteps in the forest.

Just when those black shadows were about to hit Ye Qingyu's face, a snowy and cold light flashed across the eyes, dazzing people's eyes, Ye Qingyu closed his eyes reflexively, with the cool breeze blowing in his ears, he opened his eyes again, and the forest There was no shadow of dark light, and there was silence all around. He raised his head as if feeling something, and saw a person standing under the winding branches and leaves of a maple tree in front of him.

The dense fog dissipated, the sun set, and the sky finally became completely dark.

The moon rose from the sky, and the silver-white moonlight reflected in the maple forest. The light and shadow were dazzling. Standing under the dark red maple leaves, the man stood tall and straight like a frozen god.

Ye Qingyu only glanced at him, then immediately stood up from the ground, stretched out her hand to recall the long sword, walked up to the man in a few steps, not forgetting to tidy up the slightly messy clothes on her body, and then looked into the eyes of the savior without saying a word. .

After a moment of silence, the young man who appeared suddenly spoke first. He slightly raised his head and looked back at Ye Qingyu's rude gaze: "Is this your first time coming to this Maple Leaf Forest?"

Ye Qingyu didn't answer right away, he was still trembling slightly, because he had just experienced a life-and-death danger, his face was extremely cold and pale, but his voice was still steady when he spoke: "You saved me, you are alone, don't be afraid of me and that evil spirit Harm you together?"

The young man looked at his slightly sweaty temples, his breathing was undisturbed, and a slight smile escaped from his lips: "If you want to harm me, why would you still stand here firmly and say something you don't want to do with me?"

Ye Qingyu's eyes lingered from his slender and fair neck for a while, and then fell on the half-open front of his chest. After a long while, she said calmly: "Yes, I really can't deal with that evil spirit, and this is not a trap that will lure you. You saved me, how do you want me to repay you?"

"Repay?" The young man tilted his head slightly, as if he heard a sentence he couldn't understand, he really frowned after thinking for a while, and then said, "I didn't ask for some kind of repayment to save you. This maple forest is formed by the ghosts of the dead. The forest is full of miasma and ghost spirits, and ordinary people will be fine if they come, but people like you who have already contacted the way of cultivating immortals but have very little cultivation are absolutely not allowed to come in."

Ye Qingyu looked at him and asked knowingly, "Why?"

The young man carefully looked at his handsome and slightly cold face, and suddenly smiled softly: "You know why, ordinary people can't feel the existence of evil spirits."

Ye Qingyu's intention was to be exposed, but he didn't show any embarrassment at all. His face was extremely pale, and his eyes reflected the smiling face of the other party, but he was not emotional: "How did you know that I strayed into this Fenglin by mistake and came to rescue? If anyone In danger, you will..."

"My home is in Xinliu Town at the foot of the mountain." The young man glanced down, his expression seemed restrained, "The town is ordinary, there is nothing special about it."

When he came back to his senses, the long sword that was still dripping blood in his hand touched the ground, and his voice was faint: "Zhu Yunshan is the lifeblood of the town, protecting the Maple Leaf Forest and rescuing others is our mission all along, but there is a temple fair today, and I also attended the meeting It was lively, and then I thought of going up the mountain to take a look." He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept across Ye Qingyu's face, "I didn't expect someone to break in."

Hearing these words, Ye Qingyu didn't react at all, he still looked at his slightly open neckline, but what he said was irrelevant: "It's really humiliating to live here with the skills of a young master."

"Oh?" The young man's expression moved slightly when he heard the words, and he smiled lightly, "Really?"

"That's right," Ye Qingyu's eyes lingered on his face, "If you are alive, you should enter the immortal sect to practice magic arts and help the common people. Only then will your life be worthwhile."

The young man looked at him, slowly stood up straight, and seemed to be very interested in asking: "Is that why you think so, and that's why you came into the journey of cultivating immortals?"

Ye Qingyu answered irrelevantly: "On the journey of cultivating immortals, being alone is unavoidably lonely. If no one asks you, you may even go astray. Only with friends can you support each other and achieve success together."

"..." The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, "...Really?"

Ye Qingyu looked away from his fair neck and even his bare neckline, paused for a moment, and finally said what was in his heart: "It's cold at night, young master's clothes are so thin, walking in this maple forest will inevitably catch cold." Give the other party a chance to defend, and go straight to the front, "Come on, I'll take you down the mountain, and by the way, talk about the benefits of cultivating immortals."

The young man turned around and looked quietly at the handsome back of the man in front of him. Under the hazy moonlight, Ye Qingyu's clothes fluttered slightly, and there was a silver light flowing from the corner of the clothes like an arc. There was a hint of a smile, the corners of his mouth turned up, and then he lifted his heels up.

The picture came to an end in summer, the maple forest under the moonlight began to solidify little by little, and then gradually faded away like a faded ink painting, and then everything was swift and chaotic, many ordinary times in the middle were skipped, and finally stopped at In a silent valley.

Lu Ming and Ji He sat in the courtyard, relying on celestial power to extract Ye Qingyu's thoughts in the room. They had just seen his first encounter with Lord Daoling, and they were both a little complicated and emotional.

Lu Ming said: "We have been together for so many years, and he usually has a gentle and casual appearance. I really didn't see that he was so flirtatious when he was young. On the surface, he seemed cold-hearted. In fact, since the appearance of the young Dao Lingjun , His gaze has never been taken off from anyone else."

Ji He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and after a while, said softly: "This is the so-called love at first sight, after all, Lord Daoling saved him."

When Lu Ming heard his tone of envy, he immediately sounded the alarm in his heart, and quickly reminded: "When we first met, it was love at first sight, and I was the one who saved you."

"It was Lu Ming who saved Ji He, who was Ye Qing back then. It wasn't us." Ji He corrected him, "This is the plot in the book, I read it from the system."

As he said, he frowned and thought about it, but he didn't think of anything, "As for the beginning of the two of us, the two of us... didn't meet at the beginning. As soon as we came to this world, we acted in the identity of someone else, acting out a hypocritical scene. story."

Lu Ming was taken aback for a moment, thinking over Ji He's words twice in his heart, suddenly he couldn't help feeling a very complicated emotion, he turned around, held Ji He's face with both hands, and said, "Look at I."

Jihe looked at him.

Lu Ming looked into his eyes: "I know that any story needs a beginning before it can develop further. But our experience is not just a story, we are two real people, it doesn't have to be To have a romantic and beautiful encounter to support the future, we need to support it with feelings, in this world, you only have me, and I only have you, that's enough, understand?"

Jihe's nose was a little red, probably infected by Ye Qingyu's story, his heart felt wet, he watched Luming quietly for a while, then raised his hand to wrap around Luming's neck.

Lu Ming paused, thinking: "Fuck."

Just lying in bed, before I could make any specific reaction, the scene in front of me suddenly moved, and two people walked out of the silent valley.

At this time, it is another new year, and the remnant night has not yet passed completely, and a round of red sun has risen from the other side of the mountain. The two people are equally handsome and tall as they walk on the trail in the valley. Drapes in a warm glow.

The two were talking and laughing when suddenly there was a soft sound in the grass beside them.

It's really very light, and you won't notice it if you don't listen carefully. Ye Qingyu and Zhang Daoling looked at each other. Over a year of getting along and cooperating many times when eliminating demons, the two of them have accumulated enough tacit understanding. The other party saw the same thing.

Zhang Daoling immediately said: "I'll come."

After finishing speaking, he immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, poured spiritual power into his fingertips, and stabbed towards the place where the change had just occurred without thinking. The sword pierced through the air, and the monster was startled and quickly turned its head and rushed out.

"Ah. Run away!"

Zhang Daoling stood up and recalled his saber. At this moment, Ye Qingyu stood in the same place with his hands behind his back, and suddenly stretched out his hand and struck out a magic talisman. The dazzling white light flew towards a certain place in the grass, and there was only an explosion-like sound , two drops of blood splashed on the blade of grass not far away, and the monster lay motionless on the ground.

Zhang Daoling opened his eyes wide, and turned his head to look at him for a while. Ye Qingyu walked over slowly, bent down to look into his eyes, and said with a smile: "Over the past year, Daoling, your swordsmanship doesn't seem to have improved much. We have been together for too long, have you indulged in it and forgotten to practice?"