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

Not to be outdone, Zhang Daoling looked up and went back, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled, with a subtle faintness between his brows: "Yes, my swordsmanship has always been very refined, but I haven't broken through for a long time after meeting you, so what do you think?" Leaning closer to the other party, "Is this my fault, or your fault?"

Ye Qingyu: "..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils gradually became darker, and he looked at him steadily: "You mean, you blame me for hindering your practice for so long?"

"Isn't it?" Zhang Daoling put his hands behind his back, he is more lively and lively than a year ago, unlike the thin and deserted one when he first met in the maple forest, seeing the other party asking back now, the right to speak was thrown into his own hands, Then he pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "Who told me at the beginning that it is inevitable to be lonely when practicing alone, and you can only gain the Tao with friends. Now that I have been led to this road by you, my swordsmanship is not as good as it was a year ago , I still practice as usual, the only difference is that I have you beside me, isn't it because of you?"

Ye Qingyu looked at him with great interest, curled up her fingers slightly, as if she wanted to stretch them out, Zhang Daoling noticed his small movement, a light flashed from the corner of her eyes, and she dodged sideways.

With a smile in his eyes, his expression was full of inquiry: "If you can't say it, do you want to do it?"

"Believe it or not," Ye Qingyu looked at him, "If I want to strike, you won't be able to resist."

"..." Zhang Daoling's eyes widened in an instant, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked very dissatisfied, "Are you showing off to me? We have been working together to eliminate demons for more than a year. How do you know I can't beat you if you haven't fought once with a real sword and gun?"

Ye Qingyu didn't speak, but still looked at him silently, there were too many emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand, Zhang Daoling was inexplicably clever, and he had an intuition that if he provoked him like this again, he might really be beaten up by him.

"A good man never suffers from immediate losses," he thought.

He took two steps back calmly, pulled a little distance away from him, then turned around and walked towards the grass over there, and said as he walked, "I won't quarrel with you, let me see what this little thing that was hit looks like." So, where are you..."

He bent down to pull the grass, the belt around his waist was not fastened because it was a little short, and it loosened a little as he bent down, hanging on his waist without falling down, hanging on the tip of the grass. Looked, there was no, turned around to look over there again, muttered in a low voice: "Why not, could it be that Ye Qingyu's magic talisman is useless, he didn't kill him, let him go away..."

There was a bit of annoyance in his tone, and he didn't realize that Ye Qingyu's eyes on him had become much deeper. The sun had completely risen to the sky, and the sky was bright, but the valley was still a little cool because of the mountain wall.

Ye Qingyu stood quietly on the spot, her eyes lingering on the gap between his waist for a while, then she raised her feet and walked forward, standing firmly behind the young man.

Zhang Daoling was still searching among the grass blades, his head buried in a piece of withered yellow and new green, he glanced over there inadvertently, a vague black shadow suddenly flashed in the withered grass, he was overjoyed: "Ah, there..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a numbness in his waist, and a hand was placed on his waist, causing a slight tremor. He turned around, but forgot that he was still leaning over, his heels turned, and his upper body But he couldn't keep up with the big movement, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, a blade of grass brushed past his cheeks, he fell down along the grass uncontrollably, his fingertips pricked something suddenly sharp pain--

"Daoling!"

An urgent call sounded, and the hand on his waist hugged him even tighter, getting closer inch by inch, and there was heat that could not be ignored. Zhang Daoling opened his eyes, and a very The handsome face, which had always been emotionless, was now tinged with panic.

Ye Qingyu leaned on him and asked, "Daoling, Daoling, how are you? Where did you fall..."

His face was slightly pale, his lips trembled slightly, and the hand holding his waist was hot. Zhang Daoling did not directly respond to his inquiry, but lay calmly on the ground, hiding his injured finger behind him. After a long while, he frowned. He frowned and said, "You hurt me."

But Ye Qingyu didn't let go, he grabbed his left hand, saw a red blood bead on the tip of the middle finger, and tried hard to hold back his trembling voice: "You, you are..."

"It's okay." He withdrew his injured left hand and smiled lightly. "I was stabbed by that monster's tail thorn. It's already dead. There won't be any danger."

He looked at him for a long time before his face slowly turned from pale, but he looked as usual, nestling in the grass comfortably and enjoying himself, as if Ye Qingyu was the one who was injured.

He was tightly held by Ye Qingyu's waist, and the two of them were lying in a patch of grass, Ye Qingyu's broad shoulders blocked the dazzling sunlight behind him.

Seeing that he did not let go, Zhang Daoling simply leaned into his arms in a relaxed manner. He turned his head to look at Ye Qingyu, and suddenly laughed: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so anxious all of a sudden? You're always so anxious. With a calm and breezy appearance, I thought you would never have any deep-seated emotions."

Ye Qingyu's eyes were deep, as if filled with a piece of shiny black jade, he looked into his eyes: "There is nothing in the world that can move my heart, because everything in the world is nothing to me, and life and death have nothing to do with me." Influence," he lowered his eyes, and his pupils were full of deep affection like ink, "but the person in front of me is different."

"..." Zhang Daoling just looked straight back at him, his smile gradually disappeared, and a trace of confusion appeared in his bright eyes: "What's the difference?"

Ye Qingyu didn't speak, there were many complex and deep emotions in his eyes, and when he saw the other party's smile, they all dissipated like mist, his pupils were clear, leaving only the unobstructed sadness.

Zhang Daoling sighed softly, he didn't press him any more, he bent his elbows to prop himself up, and put it against his chest, hearing the fierce beating of drums inside, he put his lips next to his ear, and said softly When it came out, there was a loud thunder: "You like me, don't you?"

Ye Qingyu turned her head abruptly.He slowly withdrew his body and saw that the other party's eyes were deep and watery, staring closely at his face close at hand. After a long time, Ye Qingyu exhaled slowly, put his right hand on the back of his head, and pressed him slightly to shorten the distance between the two. distance between.

Ye Qingyu used her lips to catch his approaching forehead, and Zhang Daoling only felt a tingling itch that spread to his heart as a dry touch came.

He lowered his head obediently, and chuckled: "Is this your answer?"

Ye Qingyu hesitated for a moment, the sunlight leaked from behind him, and the hair on his cheeks fluttered indulgently, so dazzling that it almost made people dizzy.

His face was backlit, and there was a soft halo around him, finally he could not restrain himself from bending down, and put his lips on the lips of the person under him.

So far, the relationship between the two has finally taken a step further, and their practice has become faster.The monster caught in the grass was a hybrid of a beast head and a scorpion tail, and it lost its breath the moment the talisman was thrown out, so Zhang Daoling didn't care much about the punctured hole in his hand, but Ye Qingyu was worried. For a long time, after leaving the valley, he insisted on dragging him to the medical clinic, and found an old doctor who was proficient in medical skills to help him suck out the poisonous blood. Don't worry, let's go on the road together.

The two were practicing while eliminating demons, and occasionally fell in love, but they just sat opposite each other by a bonfire, looking at each other silently.

I don't know how long it took, the forests on the mountain withered and then grew, and the water by the river thawed and then froze. The two of them traveled long distances for several months, and finally came to the Absolute Green Sect.

They stayed in the small town under the mountain.

The proprietress of the inn in the town is a widow who lives alone, and there is a child in the middle of her knees. Because of her beautiful appearance, many people come here admiringly. The woman is not very warm to them because of her reputation. She is cold and indifferent. His attitude is even more intriguing.

This day, another group of people came to see the face of the proprietress. It was already very late, and they still occupied the lobby and refused to leave, looking greedily at the figure of the proprietress who was busy.

Zhang Daoling is a young man, seeing this situation, he was so angry that he drew his sword and was about to beat out this rascal, but Ye Qingyu didn't have time to stop him, just as he was about to go downstairs, suddenly the candle on the table went out, and the room went dark, as if covered by dark clouds moon.

He subconsciously looked out of the window, and saw a group of white figures standing in the billowing thick clouds in the dark night sky, the wide sleeves behind them fanning the wind.

I didn't have time to see anything clearly, only a blurry light flashed, and the gang of rascals who were arrogant just now fell to the ground foaming at the mouth in an instant. The proprietress hid behind the pillar, looking pale at the fairy who suddenly appeared.

After a while, the thick clouds dispersed, and several white-clothed immortals descended from the sky and landed in the inn lobby. The leader had a very profound aura. The posture of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

Standing in the middle of the lobby, he glanced coldly at the room, and said, "It's nothing. I just come out occasionally to see how the people at the bottom of the mountain are doing, and whether the Jueqing Sect has fulfilled its responsibility to protect the world."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head slightly, put his eyes on Ye Qingyu and the two at the side, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You guys seem to be cultivators too?"

Ye Qingyu nodded and said: "Yes. Disciple Ye Qingyu, it is a lifetime blessing to meet the immortal Lord today."

Zhang Daoling also lowered his head: "Disciple Zhang Daoling, I pay my respects to the Immortal Monarch."

Ying stillqing sat down at a table, put his hand on his forehead, and everyone behind him stood silently. He pondered for a while, and said: "Since I saw it, you are also two people who are destined to be with me and who are dedicated to the Tao. Young man, if you are willing to join the Absolute Green Sect, you can say so, and I will consider it."

Ye Qingyu and Zhang Daoling looked at each other, and they both saw the ignited fire in each other's eyes, without any hesitation, they immediately bowed down and said, "Thank you, Xianjun..."

"Wait," Ying stillqing raised his hand to interrupt them, "I will agree before I mention it, but whether you have the qualifications to join the sect or not, I have to let me see your cultivation base first."

Then he stretched out his hand, his body didn't move at all, but his wrist was reversed, and the tables and chairs in the middle of the lobby flew directly two meters away, leaving a large space, and he slightly raised his chin towards the open space : "Just here. You two can learn from each other. You don't use swords or spells, just talk about your own cultivation."

The two of them naturally did not dare to disagree, and it was the test of being able to enter the sect, so they were a little eager to try. They took off the sword and the talisman, and both stood in the open space. After getting along for so long, it was the first time that they were truly real. A fight with a gun was actually under such circumstances.

There was no prologue, no flashes of swords and swords, and the two of them competed with each other with bare hands, only relying on the spiritual flow that flew out from their fingertips.

And because of the subtle and unusual relationship between the two, every time they clicked to the end, the explosive spiritual flow spurted on the open space and the surrounding tables, chairs and walls, leaving deep scratches.

Ying was still sitting calmly, with two fingers of his right hand lightly touching his temple from time to time, with a thoughtful expression, his eyes followed the movements of the two people in front of him, like a pool of deep water, quiet and heavy, where Zhang Daoling was dodging Ye Qingyu's attack When he stepped back to the edge of the table, his waist suddenly hit the corner of the table. The pain caused him to frown, and his breathing became a little heavier.

Ye Qingyu immediately withdrew the spiritual power in her hand, walked up to him in a few steps, put her hand on his waist lightly, and said softly: "How is it?"

Zhang Daoling lowered his head, trying his best to endure the pain in his waist, because the movement range was too large, and he couldn't breathe out the pain immediately, there seemed to be a slight flicker of cruelty between his brows and eyes.

There was a faint trace of black air between the eyebrows, but it dissipated after a while.

Ying stillqing sat up slightly, looked at the two people who were close together with a gloomy expression, he coughed lightly, and said, "Okay. Let's go here."

Ye Qingyu and Zhang Daoling immediately turned their faces, each breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him expectantly, Ye Qingyu's hand was still on Zhang Daoling's waist behind his back.

Ying stillqing looked at it for a long while, then suddenly smiled and shook his head, a familiar look of interest slowly appeared in his eyes, and after laughing, he met the puzzled eyes of the two above, and said: "It's nothing. I remembered something That's all."

He straightened his clothes and stood up, calm and introverted. He looked at them condescendingly, and said slowly: "You two are very good at cultivation, it's really rare to be able to reach such a level by yourself. It's just that I I changed my mind again, I plan to take only one disciple up the mountain."

Ye Qingyu and Zhang Daoling were both taken aback when they heard the words, and looked up at him at the same time, meeting his gaze, Zhang Daoling's eyelids dropped severely.

Ying Zhanqing said coldly: "Jue Qingzong's mind cultivation is the most tolerant of dirt." His dark eyes stared at Zhang Daoling's pale face, "Did you get dirty with something during your cultivation?"