female fairy Yan Qingqiu

Chapter 98

"You are not only a fairy, but also a mortal and a woman. Sensibility is the norm for women.

You use reason to suppress your emotions, you are very angry, you should blame him, he lied to you.

You have suppressed your original feelings, and only by venting them can you eliminate the alienation and indifference in your heart. "

Listening to the explanations from the friends on both sides, Yan Qingqiu didn't react too much, he was still eating, and didn't even move his head.

The words that are spoken with open ears, except for the deaf can't hear clearly, only those who pretend to be deaf and dumb are left.

Obviously, Yan Qingqiu belongs to the latter.

Changping Chiyun looked at each other, shook their heads together, and gave up the plan to continue talking. Since I don't want to talk to them about this matter, I don't have to rush forward and slap them in the face.

After all, emotional matters are not easy to persuade, and you can only rely on yourself to understand.

After the persuasion was hopeless, the two picked up the chopsticks and swept away the barbecued meat in the oven in a few blinks of an eye.

Yan Qingqiu: ... -_-||
At the end of the dinner party, it was already night, and the outside world was still full of festive and noisy scenes.

The three of them did not choose to continue wandering. After all, the Flower Moon Festival lasted for three days, and it would not be too late to meet again tomorrow.

Several people returned along the way, flying the cloud path, and the laughter of tourists came from below from time to time, and the excited and excited voices even overwhelmed the noisy voices.

Occasionally, a few fireworks would fly and almost blow them up.

After Yan Qingqiu returned to Yinghuan Residence, the sleepy Magnolia Oriole hadn't returned yet. He thought that he was playing with other fairies and nothing unexpected would happen, so he didn't worry too much, and went upstairs to sleep.

Lying on the bed, but tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep, Yan Qingqiu closed his eyes for a long time, and finally opened them.

He turned over and sat up and walked to the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, a fresh fragrance flowed down his throat into his abdominal cavity, making him feel much more comfortable.

"Ugh"

Youyou sighed, and put the teacup in his hand on the tray, the moonlight poured down, and his eyes were as bright as jewels.

Staring at the magic stick between his fingers with burning eyes, he muttered to himself: "Sometimes in life, there must be something, and there is no time in life. Don't force it... Is there really a possibility between us?"

After all, he lowered his head and looked down at the Luo Jing bracelet hanging on Hao's wrist. In the past 500 years, karma still broke out as scheduled every year, and he was in pain.

Even after she reached the level of the fourth-class immortal, the outbreak of karma became impermanent.

The 9000-year mana bestowed by the Heavenly Emperor did suppress karma at first, but after Yan Qingqiu refined and turned the mana into himself, the explosion of karma reached a new height.

Originally it was just a night of pain, but after that, it could make her unable to move for two or three days, and she could only rest and recover in the name of retreat.

Because her physical strength is still at the level of a fairy, it will take longer to recover her body.

At this time, Yan Qingqiu's strength has reached the level of a fourth-class Shangxian, and he will reach Chi Yun's level of cultivation in another thousand years.

The rapid leap brought by "Nine Spirits" made Yan Qingqiu progress at an astonishing speed, but at the same time, the inability to keep up with physical training became her another major distress.

At this point, she had no choice but to stop her daily practice and start thinking about ascension to the God of Thunder, looking for ways to temper her body so that her body and her cultivation could match.

After going through these 500 years of transformation, Yan Qingqiu also understands how important it is to have fellow practitioners in physical training.

Compared with immortal power, immortal power can be rebuilt if the immortal power is gone, but if the immortal body is gone, no matter how to recast it, it is not the most suitable for you.

If even the foundation of the Immortal Physique is destroyed, then no matter how much cultivation you have, it will be nothing but fetching water from a bamboo basket.

She didn't know that the karma would explode again on that day, and she didn't know whether her life would be able to survive the God's Lightning Tribulation, but she had no way to retreat, and she had to go on this road.

Sleepless all night until dawn.

When I went downstairs in the early morning, it was rare to get up early, and I visited Lan Yingmianyu's room, and the two little fairies came home at dawn, and they were sleeping soundly on the bed at this moment.

Yan Qingqiu's steps were light, without any sound, he woke up early for nothing else, he just wanted to return the magic lottery that he walked along last night as soon as possible.

According to previous years, at this time, it is not the time when the Xianghuolin Palace is hot, and there are few people, so it is a good time to return.

As soon as he walked out of the Kunlun Palace gate, he saw Jian Jia who had just returned to the palace from a distance, coming on the same road with the tall man beside him, one tall and one short, so that there was some harmony.

That man was Jing Nian who saved Jian Jia from death.

The fairies of Kunlun Palace are not the ones who never reciprocate their gratitude, and Jian Jia thanked them personally afterward, and the two of them gradually developed a little love between each other.

This matter was well known in the Kunlun Palace back then, and as the immediate boss of Fairy Shanbu, Yan Qingqiu could not help but care for his subordinates.

She also had the cheek to look for Mr. Shuguang Xing, and asked him to go to Li Tianwang to inquire about Jingnian.

After getting a satisfactory answer, he was relieved, and hoped that Jingnian could gradually get rid of Jian Jia's resentment and obsession.

Yan Qingqiu wisely took another path, not wanting to disturb the two of them.

Xianghuolin Palace was as she expected, only two boys were sweeping the empty palace gate, they were slightly surprised when they saw the visitor, after identifying that it was Yan Qingqiu, they teased with a smile: "Shangxian came again this year Ask for a blank sign?"

Listening to the boy making fun of himself, Yan Qingqiu was not angry, squatted down, and smiled harmoniously: "If you talk nonsense again, sister, I will throw you into the Chonghua Palace to feed the beasts, and let them taste what the boy's heart, liver, spleen and lungs are like." Delicious."

Pat the boy's head with a frightened face

In the hall, Yuelao was the only one who was packing the bamboo slips and scrolls. When he saw Yan Qingqiu coming here, he put down his busy hands and said with a smile, "The Nine-colored Immortal came earlier this year."

Yan Qingqiu smiled ashamedly: "Yuelao was joking, this trip is not to seek marriage, but to come back with a spiritual lottery."

300 years ago, she and Chi Yun were forcibly drawn by Chang Ping to ask for a lottery, saying that she was such a big fairy, and there was no sign of it.

Chi Yun drew the wrong lottery, but Yan Qingqiu had no lottery, not an empty lottery, but a spiritual lottery with nothing in it.

The rest of the spiritual lottery has a sign poem no matter what, the empty lottery can still be drawn, and there is no lottery: no love and no fate.

Such a rare marriage lottery was drawn by Yan Qingqiu, even the gentle Chi Yun couldn't help laughing at Yan Qingqiu.

Although the parties did not show anything on the surface, they made a firm determination in their hearts that they must draw a good lottery on a certain day and beat them in the face.

300 years of stealthy seeking, without exception, all without a lottery, naturally known to all the immortals of Xianghuolin Palace.

Yuelao sounds very strange, could it be that the fairy who has not signed for 300 years finally got the karma yesterday.

Then he took Yan Qingqiu's spiritual lottery, and with a glance, he said with a smile: "Although it is bumpy, it is better than having no fate."

He also returned the spiritual lottery to Yan Qingqiu, and she had to return it herself before turning the red thread back to the tree.

The spiritual stick slowly floated back to the branch, but was blown away by a gust of wind, and landed in the hands of the man behind him.

Seeing this person, Yue Lao couldn't help laughing, stroked his beard and smiled, and walked towards the backyard.

Only Yan Qingqiu was left staring at each other in Wuzhen Xingjun.

Yan Qingqiu is not a fool, Hongsi was blown away and fell into the hands of Wuzhen Xingjun at the moment of return, it was hard for her to think it was a coincidence, perhaps it was God's will.

Only Wuzhen Xingjun didn't know what he meant, he came to retrieve the ancient books for Hengwen Xingjun, when he entered the door, there was a strand of red silk falling down.

Then there was Yan Qingqiu with an ugly face standing opposite him.

When they were speechless, Yuelao cast a spell and presented an ancient book: "Kong Yan, thank you for borrowing Yuzhang for me."

Wuzhen Xingjun nodded and responded.

Yan Qingqiu shook his head, and passed by Wuzhen Xingjun with an indifferent expression. Seeing her like this, he understood that she still hadn't figured it out all night.

Standing on the stone steps outside the palace, Yan Qingqiu hesitated for a while and said, "Let's chat in another place, a place where there are no people."

Hearing Yan Qingqiu take the initiative to talk to him, Wuzhen Xingjun nodded excitedly in agreement.

On a remote mountain peak, Yan Qingqiu took off the Luo Jing bracelet for the first time, breaking away from the shackles of the Luo Jing bracelet, the karma in his body instantly boiled, and overflowed from the five orifices of his body.

The blood-red lines are like poisonous insects climbing up, and in just an instant, the delicate and tender face is covered with red lines.

(End of this chapter)