Prosperous Beauty System

Qing Suo moved her fingers, she wanted to hold those white hands like jade, "I'm fine, I'm Daojun's nephew, he won't kill me." There was water in her eyes, which was very shallow. layer of mist.

Xie Weiyan was startled, retracted his hand, and leaned back on the edge of the couch again, "Do you like me?"

Qing Suo heard a trace of indifference in his words, she lowered her head, "No."

Xie Weiyan didn't see her reddish eye sockets, and still pressed her chin with an indifferent look, "You let me go, even if he doesn't kill you, your fate will not be good."

Of course Qing Suo knew, but she couldn't control herself.

Xie Weiyan turned his gaze, "Although I don't know why you came to save me, I don't like to owe favors to others."

He stretched out his hand again, letting the long sleeves hang down on the bed, "How about you come with me?"

Qing Suo's throat seemed to be hoarse. After a while, she shook her head, "I am a monk in the Void Spiritual Realm."

A monk in the Void Spiritual Realm has an innate arrogance and will never fall into the devil's way.

Xie Weiyan's eyes turned indifferent, "He risked his life to save me, but he didn't want to go with me. It's really hard to guess what the female cultivator is thinking."

Qing Suo bit her lip and said nothing.

Xie Weiyan stood up from the couch, "Since you insist on staying here, I don't have much to say." He took two steps, then turned around, "My words always count, if you have what you want , you can come and find me.”

He is not an orthodox monk, and he must go to Yongquan to repay his life-saving grace.

Seeing him transforming into a cloud fan and about to turn into broken light and leave, Qing Suo hastily stepped forward and clenched his long sleeves, "...wait a minute!"

Xie Weiyan slowly opened the folding fan, probing the fan and smiling slightly, "Reluctant to let me go? Or do you want to follow me after regretting it?" The end of the fan depicting complicated runes covered his unreal face, only showing his high bunched up She has long hair, and a pair of eyes that make her heart beat at first sight.

The heart in Qingsuo's chest was pounding, she met Xie Weiyan's gaze, "...the elixir, you forgot to take it."

Xie Weiyan lowered her head, Qing Suo raised her long sleeves, and with a twist of her wrist, a brocade box landed firmly on her palm.

……

Xie Weiyan left, the Taixu Spiritual Realm was not a place to stay for long after all, on the sea of ​​clouds, he shattered the brocade box that Qing Suo handed him, and the debris flew with the wind, passing through his fingers.

Qing Suo did save his life, but at the same time she wanted his life, Xie Weiyan regretted her life, not turning her into a puppet on the spot was already his greatest gift.

In the courtyard, Qing Suo was still expecting that Xie Weiyan would come back to find her.

She put a curse in the elixir, which she learned from a female demon when she followed her master into the Heavenly Cang Demon Land. This curse has only one effect, and that is to empathize.

Qing Suo wants Xie Weiyan to transfer all of his love for Nalan Yanran to her.

No matter how cautious Xie Weiyan was, she would never have thought that she had cast a curse on the brocade box, and anyone who held it in their hands would be controlled by it involuntarily.

Xie Weiyan will definitely come back, Qing Suo sat on the bed, thinking confidently.

At the bottom of her heart is no less love than Nalan Yanran's for Xie Weiyan, and that love is turning into venom, seeping into her internal organs, but Qing Suo doesn't know it.

She naively thought that as long as Xie Weiyan fell in love with her, she would be sure to persuade him to change his ways, and then she would plead in front of Daoist Taiwei, and believed that for the sake of the deceased master, Daoist would not embarrass herself .

She really loves Xie Weiyan, and she can't live without him. From the first time she saw him, Qing Suo fell into a daydream of being in love with Xie Weiyan, so much so that she completely forgot her identity, and forgot how she was too. A warning from Mr. Weidao.

……

In the Miaoyan Palace of Qinghua Changle, the cold air is overflowing.

Daoist Taiwei who was sitting upright in the hall was closing his eyes and resting his mind. He was wearing a complicated Taoist robe, a black magic crown like a swallowtail, and his face was like ice and snow. Although he was extremely handsome, he was also extremely scary.

Floating in the ice mirror in mid-air, the picture of Qing Suo pulling Xie Weiyan's long sleeve was frozen.

Jiang Lin opened his eyes, and the ice mirror shattered into thousands of pieces with a "bang", falling on the marble and turning into ashes.

At this moment, someone outside the hall reported, "Mr. Dao, Senior Brother Lu Yan has a letter from the sword."

"Biography." His voice was as cold as his face.

As soon as the words fell, a letter of sword passed through the hall and landed firmly on top of Jiang Lin. The flying sword was white all over, without any trace of bad luck.

A cold light flashed across Jiang Lin's eyes, the flying sword trembled, and a calm voice came out.

"Mr. Dao, Li Beijiang's family sent someone here, and they are on the boat at the moment, do you want to send someone to greet them?"

The Li Beijiang family is one of the land clans. It is a large family that has not declined for thousands of years. It has produced countless young talents and has ancestors who have been promoted for a long time. Jiang Lin is one of them and the most outstanding one.

Because he is the close relative of Daoist Taiwei in the world, Lu Yan dare not make decisions privately. Although there have been rumors that Daoist Taiwei and Li Beijiang's family are not in harmony, Lu Yan still passed the letter of sword to Jiang Lin after careful consideration. .

After a few breaths, Jianxin turned into broken light and dissipated.

Jiang Lin raised his wrist, and the Cambodian books that had been piled up in the side hall flew over automatically and landed in his palm.

"How many people are there in Li Beijiang's house this year?" There was no emotion in Jiang Lin's voice.

Dao Tong came from a side hall holding several stacks of Cambodian books. His small stature made the stacks of Cambodian books look as high as a mountain.

Daotong put the Cambodian book on the jade table, took a step back respectfully, and replied, "Back to Daojun, there are 32 people in Li Beijiang's family who have spiritual roots this time, 18 of them went to Taishu Huanfu, and the rest The 14 people are all disciples of the Daoist reserve army."

He didn't dare to look up at Jiang Lin, and said cautiously, "If the Taoist doesn't like it, he can put it in the outer door to hone it for a few years."

The competition in the outer sect is even more brutal than the inner sect. If the dozen or so aristocratic disciples are pampered and spoiled, if they are all thrown in the outer sect, if they fail to keep them all, they will leave their lives there.

Jiang Lin was cold-hearted and ruthless, and he treated the Jiang family worse than strangers. After scanning the Jiang family's book, he raised his backhand and shattered the book in his hand.

"In this way, I will put it in the outer sect to practice for a few years."

Daotong took the order and left.

In the hall, Jiang Lin continued to correct the Cambodian script.

His earnest expression was colder than ice, and he could not see a trace of human anger.

A paper crane flew in slowly, landed gracefully on the jade table, and shook its body towards Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin's eyes fell on the Cambodian book, and he said to the paper crane, "Did you lose me?"

The paper crane lowered its head.

Jiang Lin glanced at it, "It's delicious and lazy."

It is also the first time for Jiang Lin to meet Xie Weiyan who is as famous as himself.

Before that, what Jiang Lin heard the most was the romantic affairs of Daojun Dongli, the demon land of Tiancang.

It is true that Xie Weiyan was wronged by saying that it was a romantic affair. After all, with his face there, even if he is not in the mood to devote himself to cultivating, there will always be people who don't have good eyesight and bump into his hands.

But Jiang Lin didn't know, he was obsessed with cultivation, and rarely asked questions about the outside world.

In his impression, Xie Weiyan, Taoist Lord of Dongli, should be a handsome, extraordinarily bohemian demon cultivator, not the appearance he saw through the ice mirror today... Thinking of Xie Weiyan's face, Jiang Lin, who has always been cold and heartless Can't help frowning.

……

On the vast sea, a huge ship is moored on the sea.

The sun has been hanging in the sky for a long time, and the heat scorched the skin of the human body, and the faces of a dozen half-grown children on the deck were flushed, and they pulled their collars from time to time and screamed for heat.

These children are only about ten years old, and they have not received any special training, and they don't understand the cruelty in the cultivation world. Most of them are children from the Jiang family's collateral lineage. The family is not very rich, and there is no Lingshi technique for the children to practice.

Lu Yan was originally ordered to go out to investigate the matter of Moxiu, so he never thought that he would run into trouble as soon as he got out of the barrier.

The sky is as clear as a wash, and the sea is shimmering with waves.

On deck, sun exposure.

Lu Yan spread out the roster, and glanced at the half-grown children in front of him from time to time.

The children had never seen this battle before. A dozen cold-faced monks surrounded Lu Yan with indifferent eyes, which made them tremble with fright.

"That's all?" After closing the roster, Lu Yan turned to ask the team leader.

The team leader was a middle-aged man, who nodded and bowed to the monk, with deep fear in his eyes, "Yes, there are only fourteen children."

Lu Yan was thoughtful, but a male cultivator behind him suddenly said, "Didn't the Jiang family always have 40 or [-] people in previous years? Why are there so many fewer people this year?"

The rest of the monks followed suit.

The team leader was dripping with cold sweat, "There are indeed 32 immortal masters this year, but [-] children went to Taishu Huanfu, so..."

He shivered for the rest of the words, and dared not say any more.

Lu Yan looked back at Nanxiu, "Go and see the roots of those children."

The male cultivator nodded in agreement, and walked towards the dozen or so children.

A shattered light broke through the sky in the distance, and after falling behind everyone, they turned into monks and walked steadily towards Lu Yan, who had a calm face among the monks.

"Brother Lu."

The visitor smiled at Lu Yan, then whispered something beside his ear.

Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged, "What do you mean by Daojun?"

"It is said that they are all placed in the outer door, so that they can practice for a few years."

Lu Yan nodded.

The monk turned into broken light and left again, this time he turned into a star and flew away through the clouds under the eyes of everyone, causing a group of half-grown children to stare at him for a long time with surprise in their eyes.

……

"What's your name?"

Standing on the deck, Lu Yan lowered his head and asked a little boy who had only reached his waist.

The little boy was wearing clean clothes, his face was clean, and he had two dimples when he smiled.

"My name is Jiang Qin, and I am nine years old."

Lu Yan nodded and asked again, "What spiritual root are you?"

"Huolingen." When Jiang Qin said this, his eyes were still ignorant, and he obviously didn't understand what the three words Huolingen meant.

This is a top-notch single spiritual root, which proves that this child has a very good cultivation talent.

Lu Yan's face softened, after all, this is someone who is very likely to become his junior or nephew.

The session of touching the bones ended quickly, and the children were all tired. The team leader came to ask when they could enter the spiritual realm, but Lu Yan said that there was no rush, but that it would take some time.

There is no trace of the magic cultivator for a day, and the enchantment of the vast sea will not be opened again. This is the power of the Sky Peering Realm.

The team leader led the children back to their room to rest, and Lu Yan also took a dozen monks to patrol the sea. Originally, they never patrol the vast sea, because there is an artifact in the Void Spiritual Realm to see the sky.

But now, Skypeeking Realm doesn't work anymore.

During the inspection, a monk was shocked to find that his magic weapon had fallen on the boat. He was not a loser, and the Void Spiritual Realm would not want such a monk, but for some reason today, his magic weapon suddenly disappeared. landed in the boat.

He reported the matter to Lu Yan and asked to go back and look for it.

This matter can be big or small, the monk's magic weapon contains the monk's own life star, if it is lost, it's okay, if not, if it is taken away by someone with a heart, the monk himself may not escape.

"Go and come back quickly." Lu Yan and the monk bowed to each other, and then took the rest of the monks away in broken light.

The young monk rushed back to the boat, and when he teleported to the resting room on the boat, a long sword was thrown across his neck.

The whole body of the sword was snow-white, with an icy texture. The person holding the sword stood behind him, unable to see what he looked like, but his hands were as white as jade, and his fingers were like green onions.

The young monk didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power on the sword, but he didn't let down his vigilance because of it.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly.

The monks in the Taixu Spiritual Realm all look the same, calm and abstinent, with an indifferent expression, wearing Taoist robes and magic crowns, and they are more like ice blocks that resist people for thousands of miles.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are? How long are you going to patrol the vast sea?"

The young monk replied calmly, "How long the inspection is, that's what the Taoist Lord wants. You are a demon cultivator who has done a lot of evil, and sooner or later someone will take you in."

interesting person.

The sword in Xie Weiyan's hand moved, and the young monk's neck overflowed with blood. He leaned close to the monk's ear and asked, "Who brought you out? Su Mo? Lu Yan?"

The young monk was unmoved, there were more and more drops of blood on his neck, but he didn't seem to notice it.

"Answer me." Xie Weiyan's voice turned cold.

The monk looked coldly, "If you have the ability, why don't you go and see for yourself."

Xie Weiyan stretched out his hand and grabbed the monk's neck, "Tell me, it's you who died faster, or the other party came to rescue you faster."

I believe that people who are not mentally retarded can answer it.

The monk lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the long sword lying on his neck, and his voice was cold, "This is my sword."

Xie Weiyan pinched his neck and held the sword in his right hand to draw a sword flower, "Now this is mine."

The monk pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xie Weiyan became impatient, and pinched his neck with more force, "I'm pressed for time, and I don't have time to entangle you here."

"I think it's better for you to put your hands down." The young monk's expression remained unchanged, but what he said made Xie Weiyan shudder.

"Because you can't beat me."

The author has something to say: finally finished.