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

That night, Ye Qingyu was called by Ying Stillqing to talk for a long time in the room, while Zhang Daoling accompanied the proprietress to clean up the messy inn lobby.

After cleaning up, the landlady's face was still pale, she must have been frightened, so Zhang Daoling asked her to go back to rest, and stood alone at the door blowing the evening breeze.

On spring nights, there is always a faint scent of flowers. A new swallow passed by the corner of the eaves. Zhang Daoling exhaled slowly. This seemed to be the first time he was gazing at the distant starry sky outside.

Stepping up the wooden stairs, he tilted his head and looked in when he passed the corner room on the second floor. There was a faint candlelight inside, and Ye Qingyu was inside. He insisted on explaining to the Jueqing Sect Master, with a determined and indifferent expression.

Maybe he can convince that fairy, Zhang Daoling thought silently, despite his usual quiet and reserved appearance, he is very resourceful at important moments.

He originally thought that Ye Qingyu would not come back, so he lay on the bed alone, listening to the watchman outside hitting the clapper, and just as he closed his eyes, the door was pushed open.

He didn't move, his eyes were still tightly closed, the whole room was in a dim and hazy silence, suddenly there was a "creak", the bed sank a little, one hand touched the edge of the bed, and then the clothes rustled and rubbed against each other Together with the sound, a piece of warm skin stuck to his back.

Zhang Daoling opened his eyes, and the other party's breathing could be heard clearly in the darkness.

He moved slightly, wanting to move away a little, but the chest behind him pressed against him again. He restrained his movement and moved forward with his side shoulder until it touched the wall, and the people behind him stopped approaching.

The dim moonlight casts the shadows of the cherry blossoms outside the window on the ground, candles are clearly lit in the corner, but shadows are everywhere in the room.

Zhang Daoling grabbed the collar of his chest tightly with his right hand. He felt a sudden gap between the two, and a cool wind passed through. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat. He remained silent for a while, and said: "That What did Xianjun tell you?"

Ye Qingyu's faint voice sounded particularly hoarse in the quiet night, like a handful of fine sand: "It's nothing. He promised me."

"...Really?" Zhang Daoling was obviously taken aback, feeling that there was no joy in his tone, he knew what he was worried about, but he didn't ask, "Then why did you come to my room?"

Ye Qingyu was silent behind him and didn't speak for a while.

Zhang Daoling asked again: "I'm stained with unclean things, don't you care? You don't want to..."

"I told the Master of the Absolute Green Sect," Ye Qingyu interrupted him, "he will help you get rid of those. Don't worry."

"..."

Zhang Daoling responded lightly, didn't ask any more questions, and suddenly turned around to face him. Before Ye Qingyu could react, he brushed off the curtain in front of the bed with a wave of his long hand. The color of candlelight.

Ye Qingyu's clothes were intact, but he was only wearing a thin jacket, and the white bed curtain reflected the figures of the two getting closer.

Zhang Daoling put his hands on the belt around Ye Qingyu's waist, when he heard a "beep" a candle flower exploded in the corner, Ye Qingyu grabbed his hand, his dark eyes were like the night outside, without stars and moon.

Zhang Daoling didn't look at him, he lowered his head, his long hair was hanging down, his hands were held in his palms, he broke away from the other party's shackles with a slight force, and then accelerated the movement of untying the belt.

Ye Qingyu's expression was hidden in the darkness, covered by the shadow of him leaning over, he looked at him quietly for a while, Zhang Daoling took off his outer clothes, finally raised his head, a shadow leaned over, warm lips Suddenly brushed his cheek.

The lonely candle in the corner burned to the limit and finally went out.

The screen stopped abruptly again.

Lu Ming and Ji He finished watching this scene outside the screen, and they were silent to each other. Even though it was a very tender and charming scene, but knowing the ending, it can only make people feel deeply sad.

They did not join the Jueqing Sect together. Ye Qingyu has been ranked among the immortals until now, and although Lord Daoling also joined the sect later, he retired to the human world not long after, leaving only a misty legend to future generations.

Lu Ming said: "I think the suzerain should have agreed to something to Junior Brother Ye, and the condition is that he should be separated from Lord Daoling."

"I also think," Ji He nodded, "it's impossible for them to go together."

Sure enough, before dawn the next morning, the moment of farewell came.

When Zhang Daoling woke up, the bedside was empty. He sat up with a blank expression, hugging the quilt, and saw the hazy morning light outside the window. Two or three stars were still hanging on the blue-gray sky. Winding piled on the lampstand, like a withered flower.

He looked at all this indifferently, with a moment of ruthlessness in his expression, after a long time, he raised his hand to touch his eyes, and finally smiled softly.

The spring is cold in the north, and the old year has completely passed. The banks of the Huaihe River have already blossomed and willows are green, and the trees all over the mountain have just sprouted new leaves, revealing a slight chill. Walking on the mountain road, you can occasionally hear the crisp sound of warblers and sparrows in the mountains.

Zhang Daoling trekked all the way, and finally came to the hundred steps leading to Jueqing Sect before dark.

Because it is the sect of cultivating immortals who guards one side, in order to prevent the intrusion of evil spirits and isolate it from the world, the sect set up several layers of magic circles on the mountain. It will take a lot of energy. Even if the rural casual cultivators can break through a few formations, most of them will either die or be injured, let alone ordinary people, who basically come and go.

Unwilling, Zhang Daoling bravely broke into the mountain forest, broke through three formations and reached the mountain ladder, his body was covered in bruises.He was stopped when he stepped on the first stone steps.

Ye Qingyu stood behind the head of the Jueqing Sect, looking at him indifferently through the three-pole staircase, her pupils were deep and bottomless, and her face was cold and indifferent.

Zhang Daoling dragged his seriously injured body and moved in front of him step by step, leaving a series of bloody footprints on the stone steps. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, Ying Zhanqing moved to the next step and stood in front of him calmly.

He sighed lowly: "Young master, why are you bothering?"

Zhang Daoling ignored him, stared at Ye Qingyu's face stubbornly, his voice trembled when he spoke: "Didn't you tell me not to worry, did he already promise you?"

Ye Qingyu lowered her head and looked at him, the eyes that were full of affection before were now only cold: "The suzerain promised to let me worship in the sect. That's all."

Zhang Daoling opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "But you..."

"Of course there are conditions." Ye Qingyu interrupted him, "Breaking up with you will give me a right path to the world of cultivating immortals, so why not do it?"

Zhang Daoling shook his head. He wanted to step up the steps to get closer to him, but Ying stillqing stopped him, "Young master, please respect yourself. If you have anything to say, just say it here, otherwise, if you get hurt Not good."

Ye Qingyu looked at him, and when he stepped up again regardless of Ying stillqing's dissuasion, he spoke first: "You are infected by poison, and you may become demonized in the future, so I naturally cannot be with you anymore. "

"..."

Zhang Daoling was stunned. He stopped, stepped back slowly, then raised his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What did you say?"

Ye Qingyu turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

He staggered back two steps, stepped on a step with a missing corner with his right foot, swayed twice and almost fell, Ying still Qing got close and reached out to help him, he threw Ying still Qing away hand, staring at Ye Qingyu fiercely with scarlet eyes.

"...What do you think I was infected with poison?"

The mountain wind passed by, and Zhang Daoling's questioning voice scattered into the wind, and spread far, far away. Ye Qingyu's cold and indifferent figure stood alone on the steps, without the slightest reaction.

After looking at him for a long time, Zhang Daoling suddenly laughed hoarsely, but his eyes gradually filled with mist, "After all, you are tired of me, right?" A long tear trail ran across the side, "That's right, how walking with friends can compare with cultivating immortality, I'm thinking superficially."

He suppressed the choking in his throat, lowered his head and took a step back, but didn't lift it up again, his expression was hidden in the drooping hair, and he couldn't discern his emotions: "It's not yet time to congratulate you for joining the Jueqing Sect."

Ye Qingyu paused for a moment, turned to look at him, but he didn't care anymore, turned and walked down the steps, the moon white clothes drew a decisive ripple in front of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand in vain and raised his foot to chase after him, but Ying stillqing stretched out his hand to stop him. He maintained a holding posture for a long while, then slowly put it down, and looked at Ying stillqing coldly: "before he goes down the mountain , Turn off those formations that protect the mountain. If he gets another new injury, I will never step into the Jueqing sect."

Ying stillqing was not angry when he met his slightly threatening gaze, she pondered for a while and backed away, and said with a smile, "Naturally."

Because it was Ye Qingyu's memory, the picture did not stop after Zhang Daoling went down the mountain, and the rippling water flashed, directly jumping to the day when Ye Qingyu officially apprenticed.

It was the vernal equinox, and the mountains were full of green trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, and various flowers fell to the ground. In the sect covered by green clothes, after the master worship ceremony was held, all the disciples went back, and there was a girl who worshiped with Ye Qingyu under Ying still Qing's sect. The disciple is very talented and is a highly spiritual earth spirit root, but after the ceremony, Ying stillqing didn't look at her again and left Ye Qingyu behind.

The two stood alone in Ying Stillqing's room, standing and kneeling.

Ying still Qing sat down on the chair next to the table in front, picked up the tea bowl and blew lightly: "Have you thought it through?"

Ye Qingyu nodded: "As long as I can save him, I will do anything."

"Of course I won't ask you to do anything excessive," Ying stillqing said indifferently, skimming off the froth on the tea and taking a sip, "It's just... this technique consumes a lot of spiritual power, you just came under my sect , I don’t know if it will be great in the future, so I have to ask for another thing in you to make up for it.”

Ye Qingyu didn't hesitate, "As long as I can afford it, the suzerain can take it."

Ying stillqing looked at him indifferently for a while, then said in a low voice, "Come here."

Ye Qingyu walked slowly in front of him and knelt down.

Just as his knees touched the ground, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and a pair of big hands "slapped" his forehead, and then an extremely cold spiritual flow slowly penetrated into his mind like a snake letter.

With a sudden pain in his heart, scenes with Zhang Daoling passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

It disappeared in a moment.

Then it was all blank, and when he woke up, there was nothing in his head.

The screen rotates rapidly like a gorgeous kaleidoscope, skipping many pale plots, and finally stops in the Absolute Blue Sect.

Two years later, Zhang Daoling joined the Absolute Blue Sect.

I don't know what he has experienced in the past two years, his face is not as sculpted as before, although his skin is still smooth, but there are fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and there is something in his eyes that has been run over.

After he joined the sect, he practiced even harder. Feng Yi often saw him fighting alone when he practiced swords. He often went to the school to recite spells before dawn, and he would review by the pool after dark. spell.

All the disciples said that he had no desires and desires, and was frail and cold, which is a good face for him to achieve great success.

Until he met Ye Qingyu again.

At that time, Ye Qingyu was already the most powerful disciple of Ying Shangqing's sect, and his wood-type magic was superb. He stood alone in the shadow of the green trees in front of the court, dressed in white and tall.

That day when Zhang Daoling went to deliver books to the brothers in the backyard, it was drizzling, and he passed Ye Qingyu's door with an umbrella.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, a slender and sad flute sound came from the pavilion over there.

Zhang Daoling stopped in his tracks and looked towards the place where the sound came from. Clouds and mist rose between the distant mountains, and there was a faint sound of leaks in the twilight rain. The man was standing in the pavilion, playing the vertical flute slowly, with deep and gentle feelings Elegant, the music gently floats between the heaven and the earth, making people feel like they are in the ancient Jialan Temple.

After waiting for the end of the song, in the small pavilion in the forest, Ye Qingyu stood up, slightly raised her head to look at the distant mountains and shade, her blue clothes fluttered.

Then he turned around and met Zhang Daoling's eyes.

He was slightly taken aback, and then said warmly with a smile in his eyes: "Are you a new disciple who joined the sect?" He tapped his temple lightly with his slender fingers, "I seem to have met you, little brother, somewhere."