She must really like me [Quick Transmigration]

Time flicks for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it is already ten years later.

In the past ten years, Pei Ying's Wuchen Art has penetrated the first five levels, and the sixth level has a shallow foundation, and her cultivation has reached the lower realm of Yuanying naturally.

Presumably, when she finishes mastering the sixth level, she will be almost at the Great Consummation of the Nascent Soul Lower Realm, and when she formally breaks through the sixth and seventh levels, she will have advanced to Transformation God.

Cultivating sentient beings is indeed what she needs at this stage.

Therefore, she was not in a hurry and spent more time on Si Ai.

Ten years have passed, and Si Ai's age has reached ten, which is Pei Ying's adult age in this world.

I don't know if it's because she has a good master, or because she worked hard enough, Si Ai is extremely talented in the journey of cultivation. In just ten years, she has passed the three stages of inaction, foundation building, and body training. Dan Zhongjing was comparable to Si Lan's speed back then.

She has never given up on immortality as Pei Ying guessed.

"Lanlan! It's time to eat!"

The girl's lively voice came from the door, and Pei Ying closed her eyes and opened her eyes.

There are several dishes on the table, all of which are Si Lan's favorite light taste, especially one of the white dew fish, the fishy smell of the spirit fish has been completely removed, leaving only the fish that melts in the mouth, and another bowl after eating The milky white fish soup tastes wonderful.

I don't know how Si Ai did it.

"Call me Senior Sister, no big or small." Pei Ying glanced at Si Ai and said coolly.

The girl was wearing a red dress today, which made her skin whiter like snow.With a white neck curved like a swan, and earlobes as round as jade beads, they were facing Pei Ying's side, and Si Ai scooped her a bowl of steaming fish soup.

"No. Here, drink the soup first. This time the fish is fatter than last time. Try to see if it tastes better!"

Si Ai licked her petal-like delicate lips, raised her eyebrows, and her eyes sparkled.

Pei Ying shot her a bad look, picked up the bowl, blew on it lightly, and tasted it.

She has forgotten that she is a monk, so she is not afraid of being hot.

"Well."

After losing the baby fat, the little bun was as slender as a willow, with slightly bulging cheeks, revealing dimples.

"how?"

Pei Ying deliberately sold it out: "Well, how about it? Wait for me to taste it again."

Si Ai was so angry that she rolled her eyes halfway, and smirked like a little fox, leaning close to Pei Ying's ear, steaming, and her voice was so flattering that she wanted to pinch water: "Master~sister~"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Pei Ying's ears have always been sensitive, and she choked immediately after being teased like this.

She glared at the culprit fiercely and regained her breath.

Si Ai blinked innocently: "Is it delicious?"

Pei Ying deliberately said angrily: "General, not as delicious as last time."

"Oh... that may be Lanlan's sense of taste is wrong, why don't you let me do it for you?"

The little fox drank a big mouthful of fish soup, and puffed up his cheeks as if he was about to feed him.

"Nonsense!" Pei Ying pushed Si Ai away helplessly, and pulled her to sit beside her, "Usually I ask you An Sheng to call my senior sister, but you always refuse, but you like to call me when you are teasing me."

Si Ai swallowed the fish soup, felt the aftertaste, felt a little regretful that he couldn't feed the soup, and it was even more pity that this elm head was still transformed by a non-flowering iron tree.

Senior sister, senior sister, isn't that the same as others?

She is absolutely unwilling.

Si Lan wanted to be her senior sister, but she was not as good as the other party wanted.

Pei Ying saw a white mark of soup on the corner of Si Ai's mouth sharply, and she couldn't help wiping it off with the back of her index finger, "...kid."

These words are terrible, the little fox blew up in an instant: "Who are you talking about?!"

"Well, who asked who."

Si Ai leaned in front of her angrily, picked up the tofu in Si Lan's bowl, and chewed it up, as if to vent her anger: "Then I won't ask any more!"

"Well, so you're still a child."

Pei Ying smiled without saying a word, and continued to put a piece of tofu into the bowl in a good-tempered manner.

The tofu was in Si Ai's bowl again in an instant.

Pei Ying pinches again.

Tofu was missing again.

Pei Ying knew that she was losing her temper, so she simply sent the tofu directly to Si Ai's bowl, "Here, don't be angry."

Si Ai held her chopsticks in her mouth and muttered, "Are you wrong?"

"Wrong." She simply admitted her mistake.

Si Ai was discouraged, and let go of her chopsticks, until she saw that the other party took the food into her mouth without any hesitation, and then began to eat with some secret joy.

This is their daily life.

The two of them had already fasted their grains, but both tacitly maintained the habit of eating whole grains a day.

Pei Ying was not born with cooking skills, so Si Ai took over the job shortly after she arrived here, and Pei Ying ate her food for ten years after coming and going.

...it's an amazing feeling.

But maybe it's the same with the family?

Pei Ying decided.

After the meal, Si Ai held Pei Ying back: "Lan Lan, I've always been frustrated with my sword practice recently, so why don't you watch me do it?"

"Ah."

Pei Ying still has a sense of accomplishment, and she is very proud that her child is so outstanding.

In particular, every bit of the other party is taught by myself.

This sense of accomplishment is indescribable.

The two came to the exclusive martial arts arena.

Si Ai took out the fire-patterned sword specially made by Feng Wan from the Xumi Ring, called Si Lan, and the sword resolutely unsheathed, with a figure like a cloud curling up the sword and stabbing towards it, like a cloud being burnt by fire, the red dress was as bright as a wedding clothes, gorgeous and eye-catching.

The little bun has grown up.

Pei Ying didn't know how many times she felt emotional.

She sipped lightly: "Good time!"

The Frost Sword was lingering in the cold air, and he couldn't wait to fight the Fire Pattern Sword. The two poles of attributes made the recoil extremely uncomfortable, but the two didn't care about it.

"If you want to win the championship, this method is not enough."

Pei Ying raised her chin, meaning something.

Si Ai naturally knew what she meant. Recently, there was a competition among the disciples of Yunxiao Palace. This is a competition held every ten years among disciples, and it is an important competition for promotion.

The third-order disciples of the inner and outer palace, inner and palace gates, and the three jade classifications of black jade, gray jade, and white jade are all constantly changing places.This is the fastest way to advance, but other methods such as Yunxiao Order still take a lot of effort in advancing.Take the Yunxiao Token as an example, only the very difficult Baiyu Token can be exchanged for enough contribution points for promotion, but how can you be a low-level disciple if you have the ability to receive the Baiyu Token?In this way, the Yunxiao Grand Competition is the real palace event.

It is not impossible for carp to jump over the dragon's gate.

Next month will happen to be the start time of the Yunxiao Competition.

Si Ai not only wants to compete, but also wants to win the championship.

There is no other reason, as long as Si Lan participates in the competition, she is the champion.

As Si Lan's person, how could he embarrass her?

Si Ai charged unabated, threw the Fire Pattern Sword, and with a sway of his body, he used Yunxiao Palace's unique movement technique of stepping on the snow without trace, and accelerated with wind spiritual power, and the fire spiritual power cast a prison cage, and finally in the near When he turned around, he punched him straight in the face!

Pei Ying didn't dodge and counterattacked, facing the opponent's enlarged fist and was about to throw him under her body, Si Ai suddenly disappeared, but she shot a feint, turned sideways, grabbed the hilt of the sword with a barb on her foot, One hit from top to bottom!

At this moment, the flame cage is still being closed, and the sword array that was previously arranged in the air is also activated, attacking from three sides!

"Little thing, are you still angry?"

Pei Ying shook her head, the person had disappeared in place.

All attacks fell on empty spaces.

Si Ai held the sword on the ground suspiciously. Before she could feel Si Lan's existence, a long finger was already pressed against her forehead, and she flicked again.

Although the movement was light, the force was very clever. Si Ai stepped back and fell into Pei Ying's arms, and the Fire Pattern Sword in her hand also fell into Pei Ying's sheath at some point.

"you lose."

With a smile on her face, Pei Ying supported Si Ai and straightened her up.

Si Ai was not unwilling, but just stared at her in a daze.

At that moment just now, she didn't think about winning or losing, nor about sword skills or body skills, but a strong impulse swept through every muscle and bone in her body, and the blood around her was boiling and roaring with the spiritual power.

Si Ai wanted to kiss her.

Just as the other party took the initiative to hug him, he held his lips and grinded them repeatedly, just like handling Si Lan's favorite tofu and fish, chewed them into pieces, swallowed them, and turned them into a part of his body. Quenched my thirst.

Oh no……

Be gentle.

Touching the other party's lips that are always light-colored until they are bright red, like a cuckoo crying blood, or trekking in the thick winter snow, accidentally finding the single plum on the edge of the cliff, wanting to pick it off, but also hoping that it will bloom more beautifully, hesitating In the movie, the dormant beast in my heart is magnified...

Si Ai felt her throat was very thirsty, so thirsty that she needed to restrain her impulse, not to let herself scare this self-proclaimed "sister" and "senior sister".

"What?" Pei Ying waved her finger in front of Si Ai's eyes.

Are you stupid?

Hey 217, am I hitting the kid's self-esteem?

217 was very disdainful: "Then you let the water go."

No, I have read a parenting heart sutra before, which says that you should not play games or compete with children, because it will cause great trauma to the young mind of the other party.Tsk, just looking at it, you have no experience as a mother.

"...It's as if you're not my mother."

...Silly son, you gave it as a phone bill, and I treat Si Ai as a treasure.

217 fell silent.

It decided to use silence to retaliate against its mother... oh no, it was to retaliate against the host's eccentricity.

Ah silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

Si Ai looked away.

"A little thirsty."

Pei Ying showed kind eyes, of course she was puzzled on the surface: "Thirsty?"

The monk absorbs water from the heaven and the earth, how could he be thirsty?

Si Ai pressed her lips, her eyes darkened, and she changed the subject: "Lan Lan, if I win the championship, what reward will you...have?"

A little bit of uncontrollable hoarseness leaked out at the end of her words.

I'm really thirsty.

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Ah, 217, look.My little boy really did the same as what was said in the Parenting Heart Sutra, and also learned to ask for rewardsヽ(*)━━━

217 indifferent: "Oh. Then?"

My mother and I used to be like this. When I passed the exam, my mother rewarded me with a big meal, going out to play, buying a mobile phone, etc. What kind of rewards do you think I can use to attract Si Ai and make me feel better? What does she want to fight for?

217 continued to be indifferent: "...how do I know, I'll ask you the Parenting Sutra."

The Parenting Heart Sutra naturally didn't write such a thing.