Chapter 217 A fairy can become a devil37
Day after day, year after year, fourteen years passed by.
In the courtyard of Lingshu Peak, a beautiful girl in green clothes is sitting on the stone steps, supporting her chin with one hand, with bright eyes and white teeth, long hair reaching her waist, and the flower on the other side of her forehead adding a bit of charm. Her two styles, pure and agile and charming and gorgeous, are vividly displayed on her body.
She held a long sword in her hand and gestured boredly on the ground, her eyes unfocused.
Obviously in a daze.
She didn't come back to her senses until the door behind her opened with a creak.
Qingwu stood up with his sword in hand, turned to look at Master Xianzun who walked out of the room, and smiled at him, "Master, you are finally out of seclusion."
He stayed in seclusion for a month this time.
For those who practice, if their cultivation reaches a certain stage, their appearance will not change.
More than ten years have passed, and Qinglan still looks like the fairy-like and graceful person he was when he first met her.
Looking at the girl at the bottom of the steps, his eyes softened: "Lazy?"
"No, I call it proper rest."
"Is there any progress?"
She made a neat sword flower on her arm, raised her chin slightly, and showed a provocative smile: "Master, you will know after you try it."
After saying that, Qing Wu attacked him with his sword, but as expected, he blocked it easily. Lord Immortal just raised his hand to touch the tip of the sword, but her sword could not move forward half a foot.
Unable to advance, she retreated.
Qing Wu sheathed his sword, and the next second he quickly approached and slashed at him, using the sword's posture as a broadsword.
The master and apprentice exchanged moves, one attacking and the other defending.
"Slow down." During the defensive period, Master Xianzun was still able to concentrate on giving her guidance.
Qing Wu's back of hand was slapped by him.
Her mouth was pursed, her eyes were red, as if she was angry or hurt, and her pretty face turned red.
Qinglan was stunned, her fingertips slightly paused.
Qing Wu didn't stop, the sword grazed his white neck, and the clean sword body reflected the cold light, reflecting his angular profile.
The two stopped and stood facing each other.
She smiled brightly at him: "Master, have you fallen into my beauty trap?"
Qinglan had no expression on her face and flicked her forehead with her fingers: "Don't be clever."
"This is called a war that never tires of deceit."
Qing Wu put away his sword and naturally stepped forward to hold his hand, "I'm hungry, Master. Go and cook for me."
She has not yet been inedged and still needs to eat every day.
When he was in seclusion, she made do with it as she pleased. Now that he was out of seclusion, she immediately became greedy for his craftsmanship.
The palm of his hand felt soft and warm, and something strange arose in Qinglan's heart. He tilted his head and hummed lightly.
In the kitchen, while he was cooking, Qingwu lay by the window and watched. It was quite a sense of accomplishment to have a detached immortal condescend to wash her hands and make soup for her.
The Immortal Lord, who has long been abstinent, will also eat with her.
Just because she said, eating them together like this will make people smell better.
To be honest, apart from his cold personality, Lord Immortal really has no choice in other aspects.
While eating, Qing Wu chewed two mouthfuls of food and looked up at the person opposite. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly asked: "Master, have you ever considered...the issue of Taoist companions?"
The road to cultivation is long, and many people will choose a Taoist companion to accompany them.
Hearing this, Qinglan was stunned for a moment.
Why did Awu suddenly ask this?
He put down his chopsticks and replied indifferently: "No."
"Oh." Qingwu nodded as if nothing had happened, and then continued eating, as if he just mentioned this topic casually.
She ate seriously, but Xianzun couldn't take it seriously anymore.
He lowered his eyelids and pursed his lips in confusion.
Night falls.
Qing Wu returned to the room and lay on the couch, holding a storybook in his hand.
There were a lot of grievances and hatreds recorded in the storybook. She slowly turned the page, blinking her eyes, thinking carefully about how to make her immortal master understand the love between men and women.
She has finally grown up, so she can't just do nothing like before.
Oh, it can’t be said that I didn’t do anything.
She also once teased Master Xianzun.
But the other party was indifferent and always treated her as a child who had not grown up.
In fact, it is not a bad idea to be a master and apprentice for the rest of his life, and he can still be conquered. But her lover was right in front of her, and she wasn't a nun, so she couldn't be pure-minded.
This guy is so relaxed, he has no memory every time...
Just as she was thinking, the door was knocked down.
"Bang!"
Um?
"Master?" She put down her script and got down: "Wait a moment."
It's so late, what does Master want from her?
He never bothered her at night before.
Oh, speaking of this room problem. Before she was seven years old, she slept with Master Xianzun. When she was seven years old, she consciously hugged her little pillow and asked to sleep in the next room.
At that time, my own immortal looked at her with his beautiful eyes for a long time, and finally said: "You are still young."
Naturally, she was sternly dismissed.
It was because she was still young that they couldn't live together in the same room. She couldn't resist the master's stunning beauty.
(End of chapter)