My sister took me to Xiuxian

"..."

The atmosphere fell into deathly silence for a moment.

This is really quite terrifying.

The Immortal Youhuang was an immortal who lived one hundred thousand years ago. If she had not died and was still alive in the world, with the blessing of one hundred thousand years of heritage, how terrifying would her cultivation level be?

Is there anyone in this world who can be her opponent?

can not imagine.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by cooperation?" After thinking it over again and again, Immortal Master Xuantian could no longer sit still and asked the man in front of him.

How could they tolerate the fact that there was a mysterious immortal walking in front of them?

Huangji Immortal Venerable raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry. I know that you may not believe me yet, so I can let your disciples communicate with my disciples about the inheritance first. I'm sure you will be very interested."

"Xuantian Palace and your Diqian Holy Land?"

"No, the Emperor Qian Holy Land is just a tool I use to deceive future generations and save face. If you want to contact me, you can arrange for your successor to contact the Origin Dao Sect that I secretly established."

"Origin Dao Sect?"

. . . . . .

"Yuxiu, go collect some firewood and hunt some game to feed your father."

"Ah, aunt, you want me to collect firewood again? We are all monks, we are not afraid of the dark. And my father really doesn't need to be supplemented, he is just not in a good mental state."

"Just go if you're told to. Why would a kid have so many questions?"

"Oh! Dad, you are so biased..."

Seeing the little girl leaving reluctantly, Qiu Yi blinked at Sister Qi Ling. Ye Xiangyun patted him with a blushing face. She looked around for a long time, then secretly set up a warning formation, and then unfolded the Treasure Map of All Things.

"Sister Xiangyun, it's not necessary, right? There's no one around, and Yuxiu won't be back for a while." Seeing that the beauty always looked guilty, the young man couldn't help but remind her.

"No, we must be fully prepared." The woman's face flushed, she glared at him angrily, and continued to make preparations on her own.

It has been a month and a half since that incident, and Qiu Yi woke up half a month ago, but this time he slept for a full month.

It is a good thing for people to wake up, but after waking up, the sequelae of the explosion are really tricky.

He was physically fine, and because of the great battle, his magic power and physical body had even improved a lot. The key was the mental distortion and discomfort.

Qiu Yi remembered the entire process, including bullying the Immortal Venerable Xuantian and severely teaching the two women a lesson, but he just couldn't remember his motive for doing so. It was as if he had deliberately cut off all his memories of the reasons for all that at the last moment, causing him to be extremely mentally uncoordinated and feel as if he was in the dark.

Let’s not mention the Immortal Master Xuantian. The fight happened and the people died. What else can we do?

But he really couldn't understand Miss Yu and Goddess Qiu Yun. They just wanted to be the mother of his child. What's wrong with that?

Is it necessary to fight?

However, he really couldn't remember, he was so fucked up.

There's no way to delete your own memory.

Could it be possible that I would really become the source of darkness?

Moreover, this sequelae made him miserable. The memories that he had finally regained were forcibly taken away, causing him to become extremely depressed. For the past half month, he has been in a state where his body and mind are out of sync.

In short, the synchronization rate is too poor and it is difficult to move freely.

Fortunately, his sister stepped forward to treat him at this time.

It can be considered a blessing in disguise...

Qiu Yi sighed softly in his heart.

"Okay, stop complaining and come on in."

While the young man was still struggling with his worries, Sister Qi Ling was ready. She sat down in front of him gracefully, with a graceful demeanor and a faint fragrance. When the treasure map of all things was unfolded, a touch of her true spirit shyly sank into it.

Qiu Yi coughed twice, his expression a little subtle and unnatural. He had been stern and righteous when he talked about his sister just now, but when it came to his own turn, he did not seem to be so serious. He glanced outside and after confirming that Yuxiu was not peeping, he also surged with his spiritual consciousness and silently immersed himself in the treasure map.

After all, it is to heal mental trauma, what can be better than dual cultivation?

Chapter

The Treasure Map of All Things is a treasure that my sister Ye Junxi spent countless efforts to refine.

Not only can he display unimaginable power when fighting his enemies, but even in his daily practice, he still has unparalleled effects.

Moreover, as a treasure carefully refined by my sister, the numerous sceneries on the scroll are also breathtakingly beautiful, enough to make people dazzled and linger.

For example, the grass on the plain is lush and green, and the morning dew is crystal clear.

The warm breeze sways on both sides of the river, and the colorful sea of ​​flowers is fragrant, blooming beautifully, and the aroma is floating in the air.

The white waves on the turbulent sea rise and fall, constantly hitting the soft beach, making echoes.

The high mountains in the distance stand tall and majestic in the wind and snow, and their snow-capped peaks shake the people's hearts.

……

This was not the first time Qiu Yi entered the Treasure Map of All Things, but every time he did, he would feel a shock in his heart.

Perhaps it was the improvement in his cultivation, perhaps it was the broadening of his horizons, or perhaps it was the furtherance of his relationship with Sister Spirit, the scene before him became more pure and more refreshing.

Maybe it was because he was just too addicted to painting. With so many beautiful scenes in front of him, the boy naturally wanted to try his hand at writing and show off the results of his practice during this period.

However, due to some unexpected reasons, he is currently in poor condition and is in low spirits. He can only do some copying and secondary creation under the hands-on teaching and guidance of Sister Qi Ling.

For example, among the gorgeous flowers, it is natural to depict the nimble and fluttering butterflies and bees, gently flapping their small wings, swaying left and right, lingering among the delicate flowers, absorbing nectar and pollen.

Another example is waving a wolf hair brush, which can bring down a sweet rain on the plain, making the soil fertile. On the muddy land, the tender grass tips are covered with water beads, swaying with a strong breath of life.

Of course, it is also necessary to outline it in detail, and draw a big sun on the vast snowfield. The warm light will then fall down, not only making the snow-capped mountains sparkle, but also causing some ice and snow to melt, and slowly flow along the streams of mountain springs that burst out from the cracks in the rocks.

I don’t know how much time has passed, spring has arrived, flowers are blooming, peach blossoms are red, willows are green, and the weather is beautiful.

Amid the faint chirping of birds, Qiu Yi nodded with satisfaction at his own achievements. With his sister's cooperation, guidance and instruction, he not only felt relaxed and refreshed, but also felt that the entire painting had become full of spring and more beautiful and moving...

. . . . . .

But good things always pass quickly, and only the lingering aftertaste makes people feel unsatisfied and have endless aftertaste.

Qiu Yi also felt the same way after his consciousness returned to his body. Yuxiu didn't come back, but everything had ended ahead of time.

His breathing became slow and calm, and the feeling of disharmony between his mind and body was partially gone again. However, he didn't have the mind to pay attention to those things at the moment. He was in an awkward period where he felt satisfied but not truly satisfied.

In front of him, the spirit sister Ye Xiangyun also opened her eyes at about the same time, but her watery eyes were only half open. When she saw his strange expression, she immediately closed them tightly. Only her long eyelashes trembled, and a hint of blood-red quickly flowed from her slender neck to her delicate ears. She grabbed the Treasure Map of All Things with both hands and was about to cover her beautiful face.

"Sister...isn't it a bit too fast...I haven't yet..." The boy expressed his dissatisfaction by protesting in a low voice.

"Hurry up, what if a kid sees us?"

Even though it was not the first time, Ye Xiangyun, who covered her face with the treasure map, still had the urge to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It was agreed that he would only receive treatment and recovery, but soon after, Bad Xiao Yi started to become unreasonable and demanding.

"Yuxiu is very sensible. She probably won't be back for a while." Qiu Yi patted his chest and gave a look that said don't worry, everything will be fine.

The brief shyness gradually faded away with time. Sister Qi Ling slowly opened her eyes, took a breath, put away the Wanxiang treasure map, and looked at him with a pool of autumn water in her eyes, half timid and half happy: "That won't work either. Men must learn to restrain themselves."

"I have always been very restrained, but my spiritual consciousness..."

"Even your spiritual sense won't work. How weak are you? Can't you feel it yourself?"

"How am I weak? Sister Xiangyun, you are still..."

"..."

Sister Qi Ling pursed her pink lips and hesitated for a long time before humming twice in embarrassment: "I did that to avoid undermining your self-confidence, so I deliberately cooperated with you and let you be proud and presumptuous for a while, and you took it seriously!"

"Um???"

When Qiu Yi heard this and looked at his sister's pretty face, his blood boiled and he almost picked up his gun and mounted his horse to have a real fight!

. . . . . .

"Alright, alright, stop messing around. How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"

Maybe the so-called turning one's back on someone and not recognizing them refers to my sister's situation?

Even though she was still a little flustered, relying on her status as an elder sister, Ye Xiangyun stood up and looked down at him. She wanted to reverse the weakness in momentum in this way.

"Well... actually there's no big problem. It's just an invisible lack that leaves me feeling empty inside. I don't know how to make up for it."

Qiu Yi frowned, and felt even weirder when he talked about this.

Or rather, there was a reason in this matter from beginning to end that he himself couldn't understand.

First of all, he was sure that he had not been possessed by another soul, that his mind was always his own, and that everything he did was what he wanted to do from the bottom of his heart, without any hesitation. This was beyond doubt.

The best evidence is Qingxiao Canglei. Although his proficiency is still a long way off, at least he can use it now.

But that's where the weirdness lies.

Why did I recall my own memories after seeing Shenghao use the Thunder Rune?

This shouldn't be the case!

Even in the past, a million years ago, Sheng Hao and Di Yi had no intersection. After Sheng Hao was killed by Chen Yu and his men, Di Yi was not yet born. There was no entanglement between the two on the timeline, so why did he recover his memory because of his power?

You know, even after he took his own original power, there was no movement at all. The difference is really huge.

"Empty?"

Ye Xiangyun let her long hair stroke his face back and forth, teasing, "Is it because you fought against two beauties against your conscience, and you dare not reveal the truth, and you have to endure their angry looks, so you feel uncomfortable?"

"No way!"

Qiu Yi was so upset that he reached out to grab Sister Qi Ling's hair, but she dodged it lightly.

Alas, the lack of coordination in my body was never completely healed, and I am always a step behind in doing anything.

"Why not? Doesn't the line you copied explain everything? You endured humiliation and compromised. You must have looked fierce on the surface, but in fact, it was all for their good. However, you had to be ruthless and endure their resentment afterwards. You took all the blame by yourself. Do you really think I don't understand? Isn't that the routine?"

The beautiful sister bent down, and the tight skirt brought out her beautiful figure and winding curves to the extreme. She moved her pretty face closer, and without waiting for the boy to react, she stretched out her snow-white hands and pinched his face again and again.

"Sister, what... are you doing... ah..." Qiu Yi's mouth was pulled apart and air leaked out.

"I'm angry." The woman rolled her eyes at him unhappily.

"Hey, why are you angry again? Did I do something wrong?"

"Do you think you are worthy of me? In front of me, you endured humiliation and anger for other women, and afterwards you wanted me to take care of your children? What do you think of me?" The woman patted his face with her small hands, gnashing her teeth, wishing she could bite him.

"Uh...this..."

Qiu Yi suddenly felt a headache and was sweating profusely.

How could he forget this?

Indeed, in the farce more than a month ago, perhaps for Chen Yu and Mu Qiuyun, it was a drama of betrayal by Qiu Yi. After the boy recovered his memory, he not only did not change his bad habits, but even became worse, exposing his wolfish ambitions.

Whenever they think back on it afterwards, some are filled with indignation and resentment, and may be now practicing hard, sharpening their knives to refine all kinds of magical weapons, ready to kill this unfaithful man.

But from the perspective of Sister Qi Ling, the effect is completely different. Isn't this entanglement of grievances a perfect tragic drama?

In order to achieve a certain goal, the male protagonist has to disguise himself and force himself to bully and abuse the female protagonist. Maybe his heart is bleeding because they are destined to have a love-hate ending.

Many TV stations on the planet like to do this to cheat on ratings.

How can such a classic plot not make people cry? It is even more lethal to women!

But the premise of all this depends on whether one’s own positioning is as an audience or a plot creator.

For Ye Xiangyun.

Eh?

The male protagonist is my man?

Then get out of here!

Xiaoyi, you and another woman, or two, are going to act out a sad drama together? What about me? In the end, I have to silently raise your children with a sad heart?

She became the victim instead?

She didn't want it to unfold this way.

"Sister Xiangyun, please listen to my explanation..." Qiu Yi gritted his teeth and grabbed his sister's soft hand.

"What else do you have to explain?" The woman refused and looked at him sideways.

"Sister, please sit down first and listen to me slowly. Don't you think there are big logical loopholes in this? Let's analyze it slowly!"