The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The taste of the soup was so delicious that it was very delicious.

Sweet!

Too sweet!

It was so sweet that my teeth were about to fall off!

This was Zhao Linger's first thought!

Zhao Linger tried to hold back the almost choking sweetness and kept a smile on her face, but her heart was in turmoil.

She looked at Lin Xiaoyu, who looked innocent, cute and lovely, and couldn't bear to tell her the truth and let her down, so she had to swallow the "bitter fruit" silently.

In her heart, Zhao Linger kept cursing at Qin Shou: "Qin Shou, Qin Shou, you are so shameless. In order to please Senior Sister Lin, you can even say that such a sweet pastry is delicious. It's too much! Humph!"

Lin Xiaoyu didn't notice the turbulent waves in Zhao Linger's heart at all, and looked at her expectantly and asked: "Junior Sister Zhao, is it really delicious?"

Zhao Linger gritted her teeth and said with a stiff face: "Yes, it is really delicious. Senior Sister Lin's cooking skills are great!"

After saying this, Zhao Linger felt that her cheeks were a little sore because of forcing a smile.

But the slightly frowned brows still betrayed her.

Lin Xiaoyu seemed a little unconvinced, "Don't you like it? Tell me the truth!"

Zhao Linger's heart tightened, but she waved her hand and said, "That's not the case!"

After that, she bit another small bite with gritted teeth. The strange taste spread in her mouth again. She tried to restrain the urge to spit it out, swallowed it with difficulty, and then showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "Well, it tastes good, very fragrant."

Lin Xiaoyu saw Zhao Linger's expression. She was not a fool, and she understood it all at once, "I knew that what I made was not delicious!"

Zhao Linger hurriedly said, "No, no, Senior Sister Lin, it's actually not bad, but I may I'm just not used to the taste. "

Lin Xiaoyu sighed softly, "Alas, Junior Brother Qin always said that he liked the osmanthus cake I made. I thought it was really delicious. It seems that he lied to me."

Zhao Linger hurriedly comforted: "Maybe Qin Shou's tongue is different from ordinary people. Maybe he really likes it. Everyone has different tastes. Senior Sister, don't take it too seriously."

Lin Xiaoyu nodded, "Is that really the case?"

Zhao Linger didn't want to see Lin Xiaoyu's lost look, and nodded repeatedly, "That's right, when Qin Shou comes back, make more for him to eat! Let him eat until he is full!"

"Yes! I will!" Lin Xiaoyu clenched her little pink fist, as if to encourage herself!

"Senior Sister Lin, you should also try the dishes I brought!" Zhao Linger quickly handed over the chopsticks.

"Okay!" Lin Xiaoyu took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of unknown vegetable leaves and put it in her mouth to taste.

After chewing it carefully for a while, she nodded, "Hmm, very sweet! Delicious!"

Zhao Linger also picked up a few pieces with chopsticks and tasted them, then took a sip of wine, and then suppressed the sweet taste in her mouth.

"Sister Lin, drink the wine too!"

Putting down the wine glass, Zhao Linger pushed another small cup filled with wine.

"This..." Lin Xiaoyu looked at the small cup of wine hesitantly, "I don't know how to drink!"

"Take a sip, wine is a good thing, there is an old saying in the mortal world, a glass of wine after a meal is better than a god!" Zhao Linger smiled wickedly.

Lin Xiaoyu's eyes, as clear as autumn water, timidly looked at Zhao Linger's smile with a bit of cunning like a little fox, and then her eyes slowly moved to the glass of wine that exuded a strange and mellow fragrance.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally timidly stretched out her white jade-like little hand and gently picked up the wine glass.

She took a small sip carefully, and in an instant, a strong and spicy taste suddenly spread in her mouth like a burning flame.

She couldn't help but tremble and coughed a few times. Her white jade-like face instantly flushed with a gorgeous blush, like the sunset in the sky. She said coquettishly: "This wine is so spicy!"

Seeing this, Zhao Linger couldn't help but look up and laugh, her laughter was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, "Haha, Senior Sister Lin, you will get used to it if you drink more!"

Lin Xiaoyu heard it, and glanced at Zhao Linger with a reproachful look, biting her teeth lightly, "Huh, you are still laughing! I will be really angry if you laugh again!"

"Okay, I won't laugh!"

Zhao Linger said, and gently covered her cherry-like mouth with her jade hand, but the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows could not be hidden.

But in her heart, a bad thought surged.

Head: Senior Sister Lin, when you get drunk, I will "eat" you! The cunning light flashed in her eyes.

Inside the room, the atmosphere between the two became more relaxed and happy.

Lin Xiaoyu coughed twice, trying to ease the spicy feeling that still permeated her mouth.

Then, she turned her eyes to Zhao Linger. Although there was a hint of anger in her eyes, there was more of a smile like a gurgling stream.

Zhao Linger blinked her eyes mischievously, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up some more dishes and put them in Lin Xiaoyu's bowl, and said crisply: "Senior Sister Lin, eat more dishes."

Lin Xiaoyu smiled and nodded gently, and the two continued to eat and chat, and from time to time there were bursts of laughter like silver bells, and the whole room seemed to be tightly wrapped in the atmosphere of warmth and joy.

As time passed slowly like flowing water, the "little plan" in Zhao Linger's heart was temporarily put aside like the clouds blown away by the wind.

At this moment, she was only thinking about enjoying the good time with Lin Xiaoyu.

Because she hadn't been so relaxed for a long time since she embarked on the path of a monk.

This inadvertently made her involuntarily recall the carefree and happy life they had together in the mortal world.

If...if she hadn't been forced to marry by her father, perhaps she would still be the free and carefree princess...

Thinking of this, a crystal tear unconsciously flowed from the corner of her eyes, and her thoughts for her father and mother surged like a tide.

I don't know how long it has been. Zhao Linger, who is already drunk, hugs Lin Xiaoyu's slender waist softly, and her fair and tender face is tightly pressed against her shoulder. Tears flow down like pearls that have broken off the string, and she murmurs: "Mother, Linger misses you so much!"

"Cultivating immortals is so hard and tiring. I really want to go home to find you!"

"Woo woo woo~~"

On the other hand, Lin Xiaoyu's face is still very normal. She doesn't drink much, and with her own strength, ordinary spiritual wine can't have much effect on her.

She gently stretched out her jade hand and gently stroked Zhao Linger's flower-like face, her voice as gentle as water, "Be good, don't cry."

The tone was full of pity and love, as if a gentle elder sister was comforting a wounded little sister.

At the same time, her thoughts also drifted back to some of her past in the mortal world.

She used to be a poor orphan. When she was five or six years old, she had a hard time surviving in a beggar's den. When she grew up to a teenager, she was captured and taken to a sword village and trained to be a death warrior.

Later, the sword village was destroyed by the court, and she survived by chance. Later, by chance, she was fortunate to join the Xianyun Sect.

For her, the Xianyun Sect was like her second home, giving her warmth and support.

In her heart, she also longed to make some contributions to the sect. She knew that she was talented, but she had always lacked confidence and felt that it would be difficult for her to surpass her master Mo Chen in the future.

So, she came up with such an idea, thinking about finding a disciple with excellent talent in the sect, marrying with him, and giving birth to more offspring.

She firmly believed that among these offspring, there must be some who could inherit her innate sword heart, so that it could be regarded as a disguised contribution to the sect.

Before this, she had never been able to find the right person, until Qin Shou appeared. He gave her a very different feeling. She was sure that Qin Shou was the one she had been looking for!

Unfortunately, she didn't know how to talk about love, and there were many women around Qin Shou, all of whom were prettier than herself.

"Ah--" Lin Xiaoyu sighed involuntarily after thinking about this.

"Junior Brother Qin, what exactly do you need to do to fall in love with me!"

At this moment, Zhao Linger said in a daze: "Senior Sister Lin... Don't you know one thing... A man chasing a woman is like a mountain, and a woman chasing a man is like a layer of gauze... Uh!"

After saying that, she burped.

This sentence was like a ray of light, which suddenly woke up Lin Xiaoyu. Her eyes shone with bright light, "Junior Sister Zhao, you are so right, I should take the initiative to chase him, so that he can know my feelings!"

"Gurgle..."

Zhao Linger made a series of soft snoring sounds and fell asleep on Lin Xiaoyu's shoulder.

Lin Xiaoyu glanced at Zhao Linger in her arms, slowly lifted her up, placed her on the bed in the inner room, and gently covered Zhao Linger with a blanket.

"Thank you, Junior Sister Zhao, for your enlightenment. I'm going to go down the mountain to find Junior Brother Qin."

Then she turned around and walked to the mirror, carefully tidied herself up.

makeup and clothes.

Her eyes were full of determination and expectation, as if she had seen the beautiful future of herself and Qin Shou.

Before leaving, Lin Xiaoyu gently placed a note on Zhao Linger's pillow and whispered to it what she was going to do.

Then, she left the house without hesitation. Her resolute back seemed to declare her brave pursuit of love. Facing the breeze, she moved towards her goal in her heart, to find the future path that belonged to her and Qin Shou, and to write their story.