Bowl and bowl tired Qing [Comprehensive martial arts]
Chapter 20 Exclusively published by Jinjiang Literature City
In the carriage, Yu Wanwan leaned against the soft embroidered pillow, thinking about Ximen's bragging, wondering if it's over, and bragging:
"The devil is my son, although he doesn't recognize it."
"The demon emperor is my father, although I don't recognize him."
"The third princess of Yaochi is my cousin."
"The Emperor of Heaven is my brother, but his elder brother is not."
……
The little monster shook his head and confessed that he had lied to Hua Manlou at the beginning, that she was not a fairy who descended from the world, and then arranged a messy relationship with the powerful-sounding three worlds bigwigs for himself.
Crisp and cadenced, like a storyteller in a teahouse.
Tie Xinlan listened with gusto, knocked half a bowl of melon seeds.
Fang Shen said: "Then what did you come to the world for?"
"Actually, I don't know how I got here, but it seems that I can't go back." When she answered, she looked beaming, not sad at all.
The little monster sighed, and said quietly: "I just accidentally looked through Si Ming's book of life and death. There are two couples in love who live and die apart, and the woman was killed by bad guys..."
"Now that the disaster hasn't happened yet, I'm thinking about giving the bad guy the first—click!" Yu Wanwan stabbed himself in the neck, made a stupid look of rolling his eyes, and said in a very cheerful voice: "They will be safe ?!"
"Hmm. That's why you dragged Ximen to the capital to save people." The purple-clothed girl bit her lips and thought about it, and said slowly after a long while: "Then what is the name of the person you want to save? Who are you going to kill?"
Just now when she said about her relatives, her eyeballs were rolling, she probably was lying, but it didn’t look like she was talking nonsense afterwards—could it be that the people she wanted to save were the little fairy and herself?
Lu Xiaofeng said in the letter that both he and Chu Liuxiang believed that this little monster was not malicious to them, but was very close to them.After getting along now, she couldn't feel disgust and fear for him, but she became more and more confused.
"I can't say it, I'm afraid I will be punished by God." Yu Wanwan refused very seriously, and felt a little embarrassed after a pause, his crescent eyes blinked: "Are...are you thirsty? I invite you to drink tea duck !"
The silver light whizzed, its force was like a broken bamboo, and its sound was like lightning.
Ever since its owner said "I don't need anything" just now, the witty big sword has vaguely realized that it is also a thing, and since it is a thing, it is also included in that "something".
——From this point of view, the sword is free.
Just like when Lucius Malfoy threw away the stinky socks from Harry Potter in the book in disgust, Dobby the house elf took it.Although it was not intentional, according to the rules of the wizarding world, the owner gave the house elf clothes, which meant exile...
Exile, on the other hand, represents fresh and even fragrant air.
It means that it will no longer be gently manipulated by a big man, and it can talk about a love with swords, lights, swords and shadows.
The big sword was overwhelmed by this unneeded grace, jumped out excitedly, and then spun around the head of its former owner, buzzing: "Farewell, Niu!"
The hilt of the sword was facing down, but he didn't let the opponent touch his half finger.
Then, taking advantage of Hua Wuque who was next to him in a daze, he bent into a strange arc, rubbed against the other's narrow waist, and howled, "Sister Ruan, I will come back and take you with me when I have a chance!"
Naturally, these words were not addressed to Young Master Wu Que.
Under his snow-white gown, there is a very long soft sword.
Stupid mortals can't communicate with spiritual consciousness, and the crow's sheath sword can only flicker in front of the same kind, and then run away after touching it.Ximen Chuixue rushed to chase after him, Hua Wuque wanted to follow, when suddenly he felt the long sword wrapped in his arms move slightly.
He frowned, and slowly withdrew his weapon.
With the silver front stretched out, the flowing light of the sword is simply dazzling.
"If you want to leave too, just leave..." Hua Wuque turned the sword over and over for a closer look, and murmured in a low voice: "After all, I really don't use it very much, but I have wronged you."
After speaking, he waited for a miracle with leisure.
Although the stimulation he received today was not comparable to that of Ximen Chuuxue, it was still quite great. Even if he watched his weapons fly up into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, it would not be unusual.
However, the long sword was securely in his hand, not moving at all.
It seemed that the slight tremor just now was just an illusion.
"These words will always count." The young man in white had a slight smile on his brows, wrapped the soft sword around his waist again, and left with lightness kung fu.
I just hope he never knows,
The sword said something that should be recast in the furnace.
Got it, but not quite got it.
Ximen Chuuxue tightly clenched his sword with both hands.
Just now the palms were sweating and a little slippery, the hilt of the sword protruded left and right in the sword god's hand but he couldn't break free.In desperation, the Crow Sheath Sword had no choice but to rise up against the wind and rise straight to the sky...
This brought the former owner along.
No matter how much the sword is twisted, it cannot be thrown off.
Because Ximen Chuuxue gritted his teeth and insisted, he lost all his glory and respect, and refused to let go even if he was killed...
The cold wind from the high altitude blows his flowing hair out of the messy aesthetics of the wild grass, until the whole person is dragged by the sword to the roof of the carriage parked outside the woods, and then rolls down with a "boom", scaring the two maids who are driving the seat to come out together. The sword finally stopped.
The laughter in the car also stopped abruptly.
At that time, Yu Wanwan was brazenly continuing to brag: "Actually, the twinkling and twinkling crystals you humans saw at night are probably my aunt, Goddess Xingyue, playing chess with my uncle, Ziqiuzi Zhenshen. It has been tens of thousands of years. Not tired of crooked."
Tie Xinlan just "tsk" with Yu Wanwan, before she had time to ask how purple the true god is, whether it is eggplant or not?Then I heard a muffled groan from a man and the slight reprimands from the maids as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
She bowed her head and opened the car door, only to see Ximen Chuuxue, who had always been aloof, was in a mess, prostrated on a solid wooden board, with a look of patience on his face.
"You..." The purple-clothed girl stared at the gray-clothed sword god, and hissed, "What...what's the matter?" She waved her hand lightly, and the maids knew that the man who fell from the sky was not an enemy, and sheathed their swords.
Ximen Chuuxue suppressed the black sheath sword under his body.
He didn't answer, probably looking forward to the world exploding.
At this time, Hua Wuque also fell to the ground with ease, and rushed over in two or three steps, seeing Ximen Chuuxue's embarrassing situation, raised his head and asked the little monster, "Miss Wanwan, the sword flies by itself, but is it your technique?"
His tone was friendly and peaceful.
It's like asking if that thing on your head is a bowl.
This is naturally an obvious thing, but gentlemen like to do this kind of thing, Yu Wanwan also nodded in embarrassment, and shook his head again: "I passed some spiritual energy to the sword, and it can fly by itself!"
What I wanted to say before, but before I got the praise, Niu Niuzi got into the grove with a big sword he didn't want to.
"Why did it leave me?" The Sword God suddenly raised his head and asked with reddened eyes, with a hint of unbelievable disappointment in his tone.They have been together for many years. To a swordsman, the sword is an inseparable existence!
"Ah, this..." The little monster squatted down and listened carefully to Jian's speech. After a long while, he said awkwardly, "Are you sure you want me to say it here?" I felt embarrassed to say it.
"...That's all." Ximen Chuuxue closed his eyes in pain.
The sword finally calmed down, he got up slowly, sat in the carriage at the invitation of Hua Wuque, and placed it on his lap.But the sword floated up, and although it didn't fly around anymore, it seemed determined to draw a clear line with its former master.
Tie Xinlan half-understood what she heard, and sat back in her seat in a daze.In the silence, Qing Lingling's almond eyes looked at the sword, and then at Ximen Chuuxue, her eyes were stained with a million dots of subtlety, but she didn't say anything.
She just let out a "puchi" laugh.
This is a very spacious and luxurious carriage, even the doors and windows are carved of pineapple wood, once closed, it looks like a carefully decorated room, so the laughter is very loud in the quiet space.
"Ahem." The purple-clothed girl quickly held back, pretending that she just sneezed, then cleared her throat and asked the white-clothed young man next to her, "Hmm... what time is it?"
Especially lame forcibly changing the subject.
Saved the last respect for the ashen-faced Sword God.
Yu Wanwan kindly answered: "There is about an hour before dinner is ready!" Since entering Haijia shift, she has counted down the time according to the three meals, so life is very hopeful.
Ximen Chuuxue's heart was already dead.
He said coldly without looking sideways: "You just ate a lot."
Not to mention the snacks from the group stalls outside the city before, even the snack crumbs and melon seed shells on this table are divided into two piles. It is impossible for Hua Wuque to eat this place, that is...
Turning his eyes, he stood up abruptly and leaned forward.
The Sword God, who had suffered a great loss, raised his arm and pointed at the red and yellow bowl with remaining petals at the bottom, his fingertips were trembling: "You...you drank it all?!"
It was Tie Xinlan who was being questioned, she nodded, her bright and moving face revealed a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?" At the moment before, his expression was as if she had swallowed the most poisonous poison in the world.
"..." Ximen Chuuxue fell silent.
He moved his lips, feeling even more embarrassed than before.
"Luoshen, rose, loquat, peony, jasmine..." Hua Wuque became nervous. He frowned and inspected the residues of various petals in the bowl. Although he didn't find any poison, he still asked in a concerned voice, "Is there any discomfort?"
"No... I'm fine." Tie Xinlan was a little horrified by the reaction of the two of them, but she really couldn't be healthier.
From the corner of the eye, I saw the little monster looking over with clear crescent eyes, wringing his hands as if feeling a little uneasy, he couldn't help but softly said: "Actually, the petal tea brewed in bowls is quite delicious."
The other party praised gently, and the words were very friendly, Yu Wanwan immediately smiled: "The petals are stained with spiritual energy, which is good for the body, and it should have some effect of detoxification and beauty." Although he is not sure, but he speaks clearly.
Ximen Chuuxue kept silent, staring at her silently.
It seems to be asking, do you have the face to say such a thing?
The little monster has proved with practical actions that she can really show off her face in front of everyone.Guessing that he didn't have much money for treats, Wanwan generously decided to continue paying for it out of his own pocket.
She rubbed her hands and asked Hua Wuque in a low voice:
"—Would you like a bowl of duck too?"
"The devil is my son, although he doesn't recognize it."
"The demon emperor is my father, although I don't recognize him."
"The third princess of Yaochi is my cousin."
"The Emperor of Heaven is my brother, but his elder brother is not."
……
The little monster shook his head and confessed that he had lied to Hua Manlou at the beginning, that she was not a fairy who descended from the world, and then arranged a messy relationship with the powerful-sounding three worlds bigwigs for himself.
Crisp and cadenced, like a storyteller in a teahouse.
Tie Xinlan listened with gusto, knocked half a bowl of melon seeds.
Fang Shen said: "Then what did you come to the world for?"
"Actually, I don't know how I got here, but it seems that I can't go back." When she answered, she looked beaming, not sad at all.
The little monster sighed, and said quietly: "I just accidentally looked through Si Ming's book of life and death. There are two couples in love who live and die apart, and the woman was killed by bad guys..."
"Now that the disaster hasn't happened yet, I'm thinking about giving the bad guy the first—click!" Yu Wanwan stabbed himself in the neck, made a stupid look of rolling his eyes, and said in a very cheerful voice: "They will be safe ?!"
"Hmm. That's why you dragged Ximen to the capital to save people." The purple-clothed girl bit her lips and thought about it, and said slowly after a long while: "Then what is the name of the person you want to save? Who are you going to kill?"
Just now when she said about her relatives, her eyeballs were rolling, she probably was lying, but it didn’t look like she was talking nonsense afterwards—could it be that the people she wanted to save were the little fairy and herself?
Lu Xiaofeng said in the letter that both he and Chu Liuxiang believed that this little monster was not malicious to them, but was very close to them.After getting along now, she couldn't feel disgust and fear for him, but she became more and more confused.
"I can't say it, I'm afraid I will be punished by God." Yu Wanwan refused very seriously, and felt a little embarrassed after a pause, his crescent eyes blinked: "Are...are you thirsty? I invite you to drink tea duck !"
The silver light whizzed, its force was like a broken bamboo, and its sound was like lightning.
Ever since its owner said "I don't need anything" just now, the witty big sword has vaguely realized that it is also a thing, and since it is a thing, it is also included in that "something".
——From this point of view, the sword is free.
Just like when Lucius Malfoy threw away the stinky socks from Harry Potter in the book in disgust, Dobby the house elf took it.Although it was not intentional, according to the rules of the wizarding world, the owner gave the house elf clothes, which meant exile...
Exile, on the other hand, represents fresh and even fragrant air.
It means that it will no longer be gently manipulated by a big man, and it can talk about a love with swords, lights, swords and shadows.
The big sword was overwhelmed by this unneeded grace, jumped out excitedly, and then spun around the head of its former owner, buzzing: "Farewell, Niu!"
The hilt of the sword was facing down, but he didn't let the opponent touch his half finger.
Then, taking advantage of Hua Wuque who was next to him in a daze, he bent into a strange arc, rubbed against the other's narrow waist, and howled, "Sister Ruan, I will come back and take you with me when I have a chance!"
Naturally, these words were not addressed to Young Master Wu Que.
Under his snow-white gown, there is a very long soft sword.
Stupid mortals can't communicate with spiritual consciousness, and the crow's sheath sword can only flicker in front of the same kind, and then run away after touching it.Ximen Chuixue rushed to chase after him, Hua Wuque wanted to follow, when suddenly he felt the long sword wrapped in his arms move slightly.
He frowned, and slowly withdrew his weapon.
With the silver front stretched out, the flowing light of the sword is simply dazzling.
"If you want to leave too, just leave..." Hua Wuque turned the sword over and over for a closer look, and murmured in a low voice: "After all, I really don't use it very much, but I have wronged you."
After speaking, he waited for a miracle with leisure.
Although the stimulation he received today was not comparable to that of Ximen Chuuxue, it was still quite great. Even if he watched his weapons fly up into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, it would not be unusual.
However, the long sword was securely in his hand, not moving at all.
It seemed that the slight tremor just now was just an illusion.
"These words will always count." The young man in white had a slight smile on his brows, wrapped the soft sword around his waist again, and left with lightness kung fu.
I just hope he never knows,
The sword said something that should be recast in the furnace.
Got it, but not quite got it.
Ximen Chuuxue tightly clenched his sword with both hands.
Just now the palms were sweating and a little slippery, the hilt of the sword protruded left and right in the sword god's hand but he couldn't break free.In desperation, the Crow Sheath Sword had no choice but to rise up against the wind and rise straight to the sky...
This brought the former owner along.
No matter how much the sword is twisted, it cannot be thrown off.
Because Ximen Chuuxue gritted his teeth and insisted, he lost all his glory and respect, and refused to let go even if he was killed...
The cold wind from the high altitude blows his flowing hair out of the messy aesthetics of the wild grass, until the whole person is dragged by the sword to the roof of the carriage parked outside the woods, and then rolls down with a "boom", scaring the two maids who are driving the seat to come out together. The sword finally stopped.
The laughter in the car also stopped abruptly.
At that time, Yu Wanwan was brazenly continuing to brag: "Actually, the twinkling and twinkling crystals you humans saw at night are probably my aunt, Goddess Xingyue, playing chess with my uncle, Ziqiuzi Zhenshen. It has been tens of thousands of years. Not tired of crooked."
Tie Xinlan just "tsk" with Yu Wanwan, before she had time to ask how purple the true god is, whether it is eggplant or not?Then I heard a muffled groan from a man and the slight reprimands from the maids as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
She bowed her head and opened the car door, only to see Ximen Chuuxue, who had always been aloof, was in a mess, prostrated on a solid wooden board, with a look of patience on his face.
"You..." The purple-clothed girl stared at the gray-clothed sword god, and hissed, "What...what's the matter?" She waved her hand lightly, and the maids knew that the man who fell from the sky was not an enemy, and sheathed their swords.
Ximen Chuuxue suppressed the black sheath sword under his body.
He didn't answer, probably looking forward to the world exploding.
At this time, Hua Wuque also fell to the ground with ease, and rushed over in two or three steps, seeing Ximen Chuuxue's embarrassing situation, raised his head and asked the little monster, "Miss Wanwan, the sword flies by itself, but is it your technique?"
His tone was friendly and peaceful.
It's like asking if that thing on your head is a bowl.
This is naturally an obvious thing, but gentlemen like to do this kind of thing, Yu Wanwan also nodded in embarrassment, and shook his head again: "I passed some spiritual energy to the sword, and it can fly by itself!"
What I wanted to say before, but before I got the praise, Niu Niuzi got into the grove with a big sword he didn't want to.
"Why did it leave me?" The Sword God suddenly raised his head and asked with reddened eyes, with a hint of unbelievable disappointment in his tone.They have been together for many years. To a swordsman, the sword is an inseparable existence!
"Ah, this..." The little monster squatted down and listened carefully to Jian's speech. After a long while, he said awkwardly, "Are you sure you want me to say it here?" I felt embarrassed to say it.
"...That's all." Ximen Chuuxue closed his eyes in pain.
The sword finally calmed down, he got up slowly, sat in the carriage at the invitation of Hua Wuque, and placed it on his lap.But the sword floated up, and although it didn't fly around anymore, it seemed determined to draw a clear line with its former master.
Tie Xinlan half-understood what she heard, and sat back in her seat in a daze.In the silence, Qing Lingling's almond eyes looked at the sword, and then at Ximen Chuuxue, her eyes were stained with a million dots of subtlety, but she didn't say anything.
She just let out a "puchi" laugh.
This is a very spacious and luxurious carriage, even the doors and windows are carved of pineapple wood, once closed, it looks like a carefully decorated room, so the laughter is very loud in the quiet space.
"Ahem." The purple-clothed girl quickly held back, pretending that she just sneezed, then cleared her throat and asked the white-clothed young man next to her, "Hmm... what time is it?"
Especially lame forcibly changing the subject.
Saved the last respect for the ashen-faced Sword God.
Yu Wanwan kindly answered: "There is about an hour before dinner is ready!" Since entering Haijia shift, she has counted down the time according to the three meals, so life is very hopeful.
Ximen Chuuxue's heart was already dead.
He said coldly without looking sideways: "You just ate a lot."
Not to mention the snacks from the group stalls outside the city before, even the snack crumbs and melon seed shells on this table are divided into two piles. It is impossible for Hua Wuque to eat this place, that is...
Turning his eyes, he stood up abruptly and leaned forward.
The Sword God, who had suffered a great loss, raised his arm and pointed at the red and yellow bowl with remaining petals at the bottom, his fingertips were trembling: "You...you drank it all?!"
It was Tie Xinlan who was being questioned, she nodded, her bright and moving face revealed a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?" At the moment before, his expression was as if she had swallowed the most poisonous poison in the world.
"..." Ximen Chuuxue fell silent.
He moved his lips, feeling even more embarrassed than before.
"Luoshen, rose, loquat, peony, jasmine..." Hua Wuque became nervous. He frowned and inspected the residues of various petals in the bowl. Although he didn't find any poison, he still asked in a concerned voice, "Is there any discomfort?"
"No... I'm fine." Tie Xinlan was a little horrified by the reaction of the two of them, but she really couldn't be healthier.
From the corner of the eye, I saw the little monster looking over with clear crescent eyes, wringing his hands as if feeling a little uneasy, he couldn't help but softly said: "Actually, the petal tea brewed in bowls is quite delicious."
The other party praised gently, and the words were very friendly, Yu Wanwan immediately smiled: "The petals are stained with spiritual energy, which is good for the body, and it should have some effect of detoxification and beauty." Although he is not sure, but he speaks clearly.
Ximen Chuuxue kept silent, staring at her silently.
It seems to be asking, do you have the face to say such a thing?
The little monster has proved with practical actions that she can really show off her face in front of everyone.Guessing that he didn't have much money for treats, Wanwan generously decided to continue paying for it out of his own pocket.
She rubbed her hands and asked Hua Wuque in a low voice:
"—Would you like a bowl of duck too?"
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