Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text - Chapter 89

Ping Dan.

The wind blew past the lonely peak behind the snow, and the snow that had not melted for thousands of years showed signs of melting under the light of the first sun. Amidst the extremely light cracking sound of ice, small streams of water broke through gullies and flowed down slowly.

In the Bamboo Heart Palace.

The green gauze curtain fluttered in the wind, and the figures hidden in it were indistinct.

“You seem a little unhappy?” There was a chuckle, followed by a rustling sound. Mu Sheng sat up, and when he raised his hand, the sleeve slid down to his elbow, revealing a section of lotus root white forearm. At this moment, there were little red marks crawling on his arm, Mu Sheng didn’t pay attention, but raised his hand to pick up the long snow-colored hair, trying to tie them up.

Warm and sad eyes looked at Mu Sheng for a moment, she handed out a blue hairband, pursed her lips and said, “What is there for me to be happy about?”

Mu Sheng didn’t reach out to take it, she raised her eyes to meet the warm and sad gaze, pursed her lips, motioned her to sit behind her to help, and said in her mouth: “You won’t die, I won’t die, isn’t that worth being happy about?” Seeing that the warmth and sorrow did not make a sound, she said slowly, “the five declines of heaven and man and the three calamities have all passed, and I can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.”

“You just split Yuan Ling in half.” Wen Qingshou smiled coldly, she got up and moved behind Mu Sheng, half kneeling. Although the tone of voice was cold, the movements of his hands were quite gentle.

“I think this is very good.” Mu Sheng lowered her eyes, and she turned sideways, wanting to look back at her tender and sad expression, but she pulled her hair and couldn’t help “hissing”. “Easy.” After complaining, she continued, “The Nether Avenue is reopened. I am in you, and you are in me. No matter how many kalpas pass, we will never be separated.”

How could Wen Qingchou not know this? But what happened in the past still made her angry. She put her hand on Mu Sheng’s shoulder, and with a light swipe, she leaned into her arms. The other hand wrapped around Mu Sheng’s waist and tightened slightly. She said in a muffled voice: “You only have half of the original spirit in this body, and it is impossible to improve your cultivation in the future.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Mu Sheng blinked, not paying much attention to this situation. She didn’t have much thought of practicing. She covered her warm and sad hand, raised her eyebrows and smiled again, “Aren’t you still here?”

Wen Qingshou didn’t answer, the hall fell silent, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. After a while, Mu Sheng poked the back of Wen Qingshou’s hand and broke away from her embrace. She turned to face Wen Qingshou and asked, “I forgot to ask yesterday. How long have I slept? What’s the situation outside?” “

“Twelve years.” Looking at Mu Sheng with tenderness and sorrow, after Yuan Ling was cut open, it was equivalent to enduring the pain caused by soul robbery in an instant. She won’t die from this world, but it will take time to get used to the pain. “As for the outside world, now that the ghost clan is born in the nether world, the land of Kyushu is equivalent to four major clans. The laws of heaven and earth are easier, and the general trend of the world is bound to change.” Speaking of this, a touch of disgust flashed across the warm and frowning eyes, Kyushu’s “Change” is piled up with blood. However, amid such changes, the evolution of the Nether World accelerated. It established itself in the realm of life and death, and based on the Nine-storied Pagoda in the Supreme, it formed the Nine Nether Palaces, each of which was in charge of the Underworld. In this underworld department, there are kings born in the ghost clan, mortal kings who have entered reincarnation, and monks who have turned into ghosts.

“That’s right, that Duan Mie Peak fell into the nether world.” Wen Qing said again.

Mu Sheng raised her eyebrows upon hearing this, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes. She hadn’t actively perceived Nether’s situation after waking up. At this moment, after hearing what Wen Qingchou said, he turned his consciousness over, and saw a female cultivator in white sitting on a stone, with a silver sword shining on her lap. When the ruthless sword is unsheathed, someone’s life will be cut off from the book of the underworld.

“The magic sword is ruthless, and it can punish thousands of people, which is in line with this duty.” Wen Qingchou hooked her lips. Before Yun Lian fell into the Netherworld, it was her incarnation who sat there and held the book of the Netherworld. The first establishment of the Nether Avenue took away a good part of her energy, and she didn’t even have time to look after Mu Sheng. Fortunately, Yun Lian appeared.

“It won’t be you—” Mu Sheng stared at Wen Qingchou fixedly, and did not continue the rest of the words.

She frowned warmly and looked at Mu Sheng dissatisfied. She knew what Mu Sheng was going to say, but it had nothing to do with her. In that battle, Yun Lian blocked the Taishang Nine-storied Pagoda, but was severely injured, leaving only a little spiritual support. However, at this moment, the barrier that bound her loosened. Her swordsmanship only seeks to please her heart, and she acts when her heart moves, even if she is close to death, especially without regret. In this case, it was only natural for her to turn into the Netherworld.

Mu Sheng didn’t continue to ask about Yun Lian’s affairs. She raised her eyes to meet her warm and sad eyes. The light of the first day shone through the window and sprinkled on those eyes full of deep emotions. A smile flashed across Mu Sheng’s eyes. She approached Wen Qingchou and asked slowly, “Where is my Sanhua? I haven’t seen you for twelve years…”

Is Sanhua the only one I haven’t seen in twelve years? Wen Qingchou was a little annoyed when she heard this, she gave Mu Sheng a sideways look, and replied: “She has already turned into a human body, even if her aptitude is not appropriate, she has piled up with pills. Now she is with that Zhiwang in Taiyuan Go to Wuji sect to practice.” Seeing a bit of melancholy and regret on Mu Sheng’s face, Wen Qingshou gritted his teeth and said, “Why do you have to have Sanhua?”

Mu Sheng propped his chin up and looked at Wen Qingchou, who reluctantly transformed into a demon body, and was held in Mu Sheng’s arms.

“I thought Achou didn’t know how to talk, but it turned out that he didn’t want to face himself like this.

“Since that’s the case, why do you still want to turn into a demon body to lie to me later?”

Mu Sheng’s fingers slid on the soft hair, and finally landed on the black, furry ear, flicked lightly, and she said again: “Taking the opportunity to enter my dream, you take advantage of it.” It’s cheaper.”

Wen Qingchou didn’t intend to answer, but hearing Mu Sheng’s words getting more and more outrageous, as if she had some bad intentions, she couldn’t help it. The demon body was only maintained for a moment, and she manifested back into a human body again, and stood on the side of the bed with her arms folded, sneering again and again: “You have the nerve to say that I lied to you? It’s hard to hide your great plan from me!”

Mu Sheng raised his eyelids and fell silent.

She covered her lips and yawned. Gradually, sleepiness and tiredness really surged up like a tide. She curled up and lay down, but her hand was not secure enough and kept slipping out of the brocade quilt. Standing by the side of the couch, Wen Qingchou stared at the person who was still asleep. At first, he thought it was funny, but slowly his eyes were filled with depression and sadness. Not only is her cultivation unable to improve, her physique will also be weaker than ordinary people. I am afraid that this situation will only change in the nether world.

Netherworld.

As the rules of the avenue gradually became complete, the dark sun and moon hanging in the sky became more and more like the real sun and moon in Kyushu, rising in the east and setting in the west.

When Mu Sheng woke up again, Wen Qingshou was sitting at the table with a pen in her hand and a piece of paper spread out in front of her. Pavilions, houses, small attics… But all the pictures sketched on paper are manifested in the nether world, just like the world.

“Add a mountain, and draw a river. We want the water of the clear stream, not the dirty spring water where ghosts float.” Mu Sheng approached Wen Qingchou, and spoke with great interest. Wen Qingchou looked up at her, and followed her thoughts to draw on the paper. On the isolated peak after the snow, the melted snow water converged into a stream, meandering all the way down, passing through the realm of life and death, and converging into a lake in the nether world. The river leaves on the lake are lit with candle lamps, and the flowers on both sides of the lake are blazing like fire.

Although he spent most of his time in Nether, watching the evolution of this new world, Mu Sheng still had many opportunities to leave Nether and go to Kyushu.

There was a curl of smoke lingering above the teacup, and Mu Sheng slumped on the rocking chair with his fingers resting on the top of the handle, knocking on and off.

“It is said that the world was not divided back then, and there were gods and men who opened up the world and passed on the orthodoxy. The Dao was opened, and the world was connected. Since then, the monks have flourished. But this world is not complete, there is no darkness, and the catastrophe is hard to dispel. The one who opened The gods of heaven and earth breathed a sigh of relief, and gave birth to thousands of ghosts that swallowed the catastrophe. In order to suppress these ghosts, she gave birth to a metamorphosis again, known as the “Lord of the Nether”. Human life is controlled by the Nether, so pray If you wish, just go and put a river lantern, and they will follow the river into the nether world…”

Mu Sheng held a new booklet in his hand, which was about her “legend”. It’s just that “The Story of the Opening of Heaven” has been completely renamed “The Story of the Opening of the Heaven and the Earth”. Regardless of whether she did it or not, it is all recorded on her, which is really absurd. The storyteller below was spit, and the content of what he said was not very meaningful, but his heart yearned for immortals and gods, but they all applauded.

Mu Sheng glanced at the warmth and sorrow at the side, and said slowly: “After the opening of the Netherworld, all spiritual beings have their names recorded in the Netherworld Book. This is not in line with monks’ pursuit of detachment and harmony with heaven and earth.” On the Avenue of Reincarnation Before the evolution was complete, the so-called life and death were completely spontaneous actions of Dao, but now there are underworld ministers and judges in the netherworld, obviously bringing the detached “happy people” into the order.

“It’s really inappropriate to give it all to Nether at the moment.” Wen Qingshou thought for a while, then smiled and said, “Probably in the future, someone will take away this part of authority from Nether.”

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, “Do you want to repeat Nine Heavens again? Why don’t you give it a push?”

After the birth of the Nether Avenue, the cloud of calamity sank down into the Styx, and the calamity hanging above the refining gods had disappeared. However, the cultivating monks in the Nine Heavens have too many burdens, and they cannot really enter the realm of immortality, and they are still in the order of the Dao. Now their fates have been cancelled, and there are only vacant Taoist palaces suspended in the Nine Heavens.

That night.

Countless meteors fell from the sky and entered the boundaries of Kyushu.

In the wilderness, a dying girl was lying in the grass, surrounded by wild wolves.

All of a sudden, a meteor descended with fiery flames, scaring away the group of bloodthirsty wolves. In the girl’s ignorance, the radiant brilliance submerged into her body.

After the brilliance disappeared, Wen Qingchou and Mu Sheng came out from the dark.

Mu Sheng’s eyes flashed, and he sighed softly: “There is no master in the heavenly palace, meteors fall, the throne hangs in vain, and all the heroes are chasing each other. I’m afraid it will not be peaceful in the future.”

Wen Qingchou picked up the girl, and said: “But in the future, with the order of Tiangong, everything will calm down.” After a pause, she continued, “When Tiangong takes away half of the power of Nether, we can also relax. Some time, time to wander around.”