Fairy, things are really not what you think!

Author: 813979(21)

Otherwise, Nie Qingwan would not have agreed to let her precious disciple go to the Taixuan Pavilion to coax Guran down the mountain.

There will be no attack on the Yanningyan Road.

"So...but..."

Thinking of that name, Nie Qingwan's deep pool-like burgundy eyes suddenly glowed with watery amorous feelings.

Even for Nie Qingwan with such a wealth of experience, the concept and painting skills of the picture scroll that should not appear in this world are still a bit too advanced.

She rubbed her sleeves, and touched the picture scroll in the storage space with her spiritual sense.

The rolled scroll seems to have some kind of restriction.

Like a volume of books.

Even Nie Qingwan couldn't get a glimpse of it without destroying the scroll.

Nie Qingwan narrowed her eyes slightly.

That's why...it doesn't seem so ordinary.

But that's also normal.

How could it be possible for a girl who was brought back by the old left to be just an ordinary innate without spiritual roots?

Although it is very rare to have innate spiritual roots in this land,...Nie Qingwan doesn't believe it, so Zuo really will bring back a piece of trash because of his 'curiosity'.

Back in her room, Nie Qingwan sat on the edge of the bed.

She took the scroll out of her sleeve and pressed it on the bedside.

Yubai's scrolls feel like skin to the touch, and if you smell it carefully, you can vaguely smell the ink and calligraphy in it, as well as the soft fragrance of Xiao Guran's body.

Nie Qingwan felt that she must be possessed by a demon.

From the perspective of the divine consciousness to the scrolling of the painting, there seems to be something wrong with my state.

Logically speaking...on the way, I should have burned that picture scroll so that it would completely disappear from this world.

but why?

As her fingertips traced the texture of the scroll, Nie Qingwan felt a little hesitant.

It's like reluctance.

"how come..."

"I just... slightly feel that it is a pity that such a treasure that helps to enrich the power of the soul should be destroyed directly."

With watery wine-red eyes, Nie Qingwan lay on the bed hugging the soft quilt.

After all, she is a monk with Xuanshui vein.

As a top-notch physique with water spirit roots, Nie Qingwan's water manipulation ability is naturally worse than that of Ran Ningyan.

It's just that in the past, with Nie Qingwan's cultivation, she would not show any abnormalities at all.

Nie Qingwan recalled Gu Ran's hesitant eyes when she met her several times.

Eyelids slightly lowered, the woman's eyes are tender.

"do you like it?"

If you think about it carefully, since she became famous, no one seems to have dared to say such words to her.

Nie Qingwan never expected it.

After so many years, the first person to express this intention to him... turned out to be a girl from a younger generation.

and--

Still a disciple of Gu Zuo.

Thinking about it this way, Nie Qingwan immediately felt better.

Just think about waiting for yourself to say in front of Gu Zuo that her apprentice seems to like you more.

Nie Qingwan suddenly felt that she was so happy that she couldn't control her smile.

"But... that kind of thing..."

Holding the quilt, Nie Qingwan still decided to persuade Guran.

"Practitioners should attach importance to cultivation."

"but..."

"If we can take this as an opportunity to encourage Gu Ran to practice well, it seems to be a good thing."

Nie Qingwan would not use this kind of thing as an excuse to coerce her into leaving Yunyan Mountain and come to her Zhenwu Pavilion.

But... if that alone motivates her, she... doesn't mind.

On the mattress, the dress of a woman hugging the quilt and thinking deeply is messy.

She thought about why.

Thinking back to...that picture scroll.

When Nie Qingwan came to her senses, she suddenly realized that she was about to change into the appearance on the picture scroll.

The tips of the ears were slightly tinged with blood.

Wine-red eyes sparkle.

Nie Qingwan, who realized that she was actually very close to the action of "myself" on the picture scroll, did not sit up directly or lie down on the spot.

Instead...slowly...slowly...raise the waist a little bit.

"Is that so?"

The water color in the wine-red eyes is shining, and the charm is flowing.

"like..."

She raised her right hand.

Forefinger pressed against lower lip.

Lip color is soft.

"After that..."

Nie Qingwan rested her toes on the edge of the bed.

She raised her head slightly, and as her heart moved, a water mirror appeared directly in front of her.

Nie Qingwan looked at herself in the water mirror with watery eyes.

She swayed like a picture scroll.

Breathing slowly slows down.

Her cheeks were heating up rapidly, until even Nie Qingwan could feel it... her cheeks were so hot that it seemed like smoke was floating in the air.

Looking at her charming and picturesque self in the crystal, Nie Qingwan suddenly realized what she was doing...

wow——

The water mirror shattered.

Nie Qingwan's cheeks were buried in the quilt, the woman's shoulders trembled slightly, and she took a deep breath——

Trying to cool down the turbulent heart a little bit.

His slender fingers sank deep into the bedding.

Holding the quilt, Nie Qingwan, who only showed a pair of wine-red eyes glistening with water, looked at the bed in front of her that was soaked by the falling water mirror.

None of that matters.

"Mo Lin..." she called softly.

The long black dress on the woman swam like a snake and slid towards the head of the bed, revealing Nie Qingwan's slender arms.

She scaled her heart at will, rolled up the jade-white scroll, handed the scroll to Nie Qingwan's hand, and then draped it over Nie Qingwan's shoulders like pajamas.

Nie Qingwan hesitated while holding the scroll.

With just one thought, she can destroy all the magic roots.

How terrible.

It's just a scroll.

It can actually affect the mind of a monk in the realm of gods.

And it was her Nie Qingwan's mind.

Nie Qingwan held onto the scroll.

The water stains on the bed oozed out, surrounding the scroll like a star, and the scroll could be immersed in Sanqian Weak Water at any time to completely destroy it.

But before destroying it... Nie Qingwan hesitated again.

"Take another look—"

Similar thoughts came to mind.

Nie Qingwan slowly unfolded the scroll.

And then...she stayed there.

On the scroll——

The graceful woman came riding on the wind and stood on the top of the mountains.

She looked down at herself in front of the picture scroll, and also at Xingyue.

Behind her, the starlight dimmed, and all the stars in the sky were about to fall.

That's right—

It was Nie Qingwan.

But not the 'other' Nie Qingwan.

"Woo..." Even someone as strong as Nie Qingwan couldn't help but utter annoyance at this moment.

Thinking back to the action of taking the painting from Guran's hand in Yunyan Mountain.

Nie Qingwan wanted to kill him with his head.

"Master?" As if hearing some strange voice, a girl's whispered inquiry came from the door of Nie Qingwan's room.

It's dyeing smoke.

Only she and Nie Qingwan lived closest, separated by a wall.

"It's okay—" Taking a deep breath, Nie Qingwan put her hand on her forehead, trying to make her voice sound calmer.

It's just that... the softness in the woman's voice still left the girl wearing only a nightgown at the door stunned.

"Since sister Guran came to Zhenwu Pavilion to visit me...Master seems to be acting weird all the time."

part.28 Trapped Dragon Lock Heart【One more update】

The "Ascension Conference" is approaching.

The entire Lingyan Mansion also gradually became busy.

At the same time, because of the attack on Ran Ningyan, the true disciple of the master of Zhenwu Pavilion.Within the Lingyan Mansion, the frequency of patrols by the disciples of the Junge Pavilion has also increased significantly.

But what is unknown is that...in addition to Ran Ningyan being attacked, some of the outer disciples of Zhenwu Pavilion were also attacked.

It's just... the girl who was attacked, after waking up the next day, staggered and flew back with her abacus on her own.

The girl locked herself in the room without reporting the attack.

It's not because the attack caused much psychological trauma to her, on the contrary... The success of "Chasing Stars" actually made her quite happy.

but why?

why?

The girl under the blanket was confused.