Female Zun's crimson beautiful man

Chapter 634
After a few days, Qinglian seems to be a little more radiant, more peerless and glamorous, radiant in a prosperous age, as graceful as a frightened bird, and it makes people feel amazing at a glance, as if she is a banished fairy who has fallen into the world of mortals.

Qinglian didn't notice the change in herself, but Yi Shuihan looked into her eyes. She was surprised by Qinglian's change. She became more and more beautiful, with affection in the corners of her eyes, and she often smiled. She became more beautiful, as if she suddenly became a Mature handsome guy.

But she always felt it was weird, and she couldn't tell what was wrong. He had never practiced before, and he changed from eating once a few days to once every two days. Could it be the effect of these elixir?

"Qinglian, has your mind power improved?" Yi Shuihan asked, Qinglian had changed from the depression she had been a few days ago, her face was radiant and her appearance was magnificent.

"No, it's still weakened." Thinking of this, Qing Lian frowned slightly, feeling a little annoyed in her heart. If this continued, he was afraid that all the previous cultivation would be wiped out.

Yi Shuihan looked at Qinglian, and she finally knew what changed in Qinglian. Qinglian learned to frown, distressed, her expression became richer, and her mood fluctuated greatly.

Yi Shuihan was depressed, Qinglian became more beautiful obviously, why did the power of thought only decrease but not increase?She doesn't know anything about these mysterious things, and she can't help if she wants to help.

Qing Lian shook her head distressedly, went into the room and took out the sixth brocade pouch from the cabinet. Every kalpa, the brocade in the brocade pouch would disappear automatically.

Opening the sixth brocade pouch, the brocade was still lying quietly, why couldn't it survive the last catastrophe?Could it be that he got it wrong?

He took out the brocade and read it carefully several times. He did follow the instructions above. What went wrong?

Unable to figure out why, when he put the brocade back into the bag, he paused, then took it out again.

It seemed that something was about to come out, but he didn't dare to open it for a long time to look at it. He held the brocade and didn't dare to move. His heart tightened suddenly, and his expression was more complicated than ever.

Just now he vaguely saw that there were characters on the back of the brocade silk, so he didn't dare to turn the brocade silk upside down.

"Qinglian, what's the matter with you?" Yi Shuihan asked worriedly when he saw his serious expression as soon as he entered the room.

"No, nothing." Qinglian quickly hid the brocade silk in her sleeve, and smiled at Yi Shuihan.

Yi Shuihan glanced at him suspiciously, Qinglian also knew how to hide things, if before, even if there was a reason that he couldn't tell, he would say that he couldn't tell you.

"Shuihan, I'm going to practice today." Qinglian glanced at Yi Shuihan with flickering eyes, and then hurried out the door, her steps flustered and hurried.

Before Yi Shuihan could speak, Qinglian's figure had disappeared. Qinglian is a person who can't hide her thoughts, so he must have something to hide.

The cold wind is still howling outside, the snow is flying, and the cold is pressing.

Qing Lian kept walking towards the top of the peak, he even forgot to use his thoughts or light kung fu to climb up, and just climbed step by step like ordinary people.

The cold wind mixed with snow hit his face, which was painful, but he didn't feel a little bit of it, only the panic in his heart continued to spread, spreading to his whole body.

He stumbled and fell several times, but he didn't reach the top of the peak. He was tired, so he sat down next to a big rock.

Holding a piece of brocade tightly in his hand, he struggled thousands of times in his heart, and sooner or later he would have to know, maybe it was to unravel the mystery of his declining power of thought, or it might be a way to help him improve his cultivation to a higher level.

Assuming thousands of good ideas in my heart, I mustered up the courage to slowly spread out the brocade and turn it over.

A line of incomparably clear small characters came into her eyes, and Qing Lian froze. He didn't, and he had always had no desires or desires. How could it be possible?

In the calamity of love, one thought becomes a Buddha and one thought becomes a demon.

Qing Lian kept circling this sentence in his mind, letting the wind and snow cover him up.

(End of this chapter)