Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken - Chapter 2

After Mu Qinglan shouted, she immediately realized that she had lost her composure, and the strangeness in her eyes faded away in an instant.

Outside, Qu Shuang said again: “Young sect master has been suffering from cold and cold recently, and he is ill and unable to respond to things, and there are many things that are not well thought out. I will never forget Miss Mu Haihan.”

When Mu Qinglan heard that Huo Jue was ill, she couldn’t care less about being afraid that Huo Jue was just making excuses and trying to regret the marriage.

The person who had not moved in the carriage for several days along the way couldn’t help but lifted the curtain and jumped out. Like a ray of breeze, he fell lightly in front of Qu Shuang and asked eagerly: “He, Huo, How is Huo Lang?”

“I’ll go see him.” Mu Qinglan said, “Lead me the way.”

Qu Shuang hurriedly took a step back, but she didn’t expect Miss Mu to get out of the car suddenly, and she was very shocked.

But things have come to this point, the young head is not willing to come to welcome the bride, let alone hold a wedding and marry this Miss Mu, so he can only bite the bullet and prevaricate it first.

Qu Shuang said: “The young master…has already fallen asleep.”

Mu Qinglan, who was about to leave, paused and stood still not far from Qu Shuang.

No matter how much she likes Huo Jue, she is not stupid. This huge Tianyuan Sword Sect has traveled all the way, and there is not even a piece of festive red silk outside. Become a white lantern at the time of death.

Huo Jue wanted to regret the marriage, knowing that she was not the eldest lady of the Mu family, he did not intend to marry her.

Mu Qinglan was dressed in a wedding dress, and the red hijab was not even lifted. Standing there, she suddenly became silent, her whole body became cold, the night wind blew past, and the cedar trees in the courtyard were cast into shadows by the ever-burning lights.

Qu Shuang and some accompanying disciples felt the coldness, and one of the disciples couldn’t help but rub the fine hair on his arm.

It stands to reason that the large formation in this sect is enough to isolate the wind and snow, and the seasons change in the same way as in the mountain. Only the place where the disciples practice is covered with snow all year round, and the temperature should not suddenly drop suddenly.

Besides, practitioners are seldom affected by changes in temperature, unless it is the severe cold outside the big formation, but it is really strange that the coldness hits people’s spine at this moment.

However, before Qu Shuang could feel where the coldness came from, whether there was something wrong with the big formation, the coldness suddenly dissipated without a sound.

Mu Qinglan spoke in a low voice, with anger: “But I haven’t lifted my hijab yet…”

After hearing Mu Qinglan’s words, the surrounding disciples couldn’t help but feel pity.

Qu Shuang’s lips moved, trying to persuade him, but in the end he remained silent.

Mu Qinglan has already smiled under the hijab again, her expression can be called doting, what can she do? Of course he chose to forgive him, who made him Huo Jue.

Anyway, she has already entered the Tianyuan Sword Sect. Anyway, everyone knows that she is Huo Jue’s wife. She has a bright future, so she is not in a hurry.

Mu Qinglan was led by Qu Shuang and placed in Sushuang Pavilion, where there was a formation set up by Huo Jue, Mu Qinglan could see it clearly as soon as she entered.

So it is!

Huo Jue knew that she was planted as a puppet by the Huo family, and thought she was a puppet controlled by Gu worms. He thought that she didn’t marry her voluntarily, so he would not marry her, and even helped her set up a battle to suppress the Gu worms.

Mu Qinglan was extremely beautiful in her heart. Even if her fairy house was broken, she would still be such a gentleman who would not force others to make things difficult for her.

She was taken to sleep by the maid who accompanied her, and when she thought of seeing Huo Lang tomorrow, she was laughing in her dreams.

On the other hand, Huo Jue didn’t fall asleep even late at night, Qu Shuang settled Mu Qinglan, and came back to report to Huo Jue, Huo Jue just responded lightly, sitting in front of the charcoal stove with his hands on his knees, motionless and silent , looks like a piece of dead wood.

Qu Shuang is Huo Jue’s younger brother. She grew up with him and has seen Huo Jue’s most beautiful appearance. When she saw him again, she felt that her eyes were sore.

He felt that Huo Jue was now like a charcoal fire in a charcoal furnace, simmering the last of his vitality, and when the warmth dissipated, he was burned to remove a layer of floating ash and a layer of vitality.

Wait until the heat burns out…

Qu Shuang didn’t dare to think any more, and couldn’t help persuading: “Sect Master, it’s getting late, let’s rest.”

Huo Jue just tilted his head slightly when he heard the words, his eyes were blind, but he still habitually followed the source of the sound to look at people.

But halfway through turning his head, he stopped.

She moved her pale lips and said, “Go and rest first.”

Qu Shuang knew that it would be useless to talk about it any further. Sword cultivators were always stubborn and tenacious. As the leader of the younger generation in Beisongshan, Huo Jue was naturally very stubborn.

Qu Shuang had no choice but to leave the door, instead of going to rest, she just meditated outside the door, guarding Huo Jue.

Huo Jue didn’t go to bed very late because of the five declines. When Mu Qinglan came to find him the next day, Huo Jue had just got up.

“Who’s here?” Huo Jue’s blindfolded white gauze fell on his neck overnight, and he opened a pair of gray eyes, looking in the direction of Qu Shuang.

Qu Shuang said: “Miss Mu is here and wants to meet the Young Master.”

“No.” Huo Jue’s tone was cold.

At the same time, he reached out and touched the pendant hanging around his neck. The pendant was round, like a piece of crystal clear jade, but if you looked closely, you would find that it was an exquisite mustard space.

The mountains and rivers inside are fully visible, and it is the only remaining magic weapon of the Tianyuan Sword Sect in Beisong Mountain—Rebirth Pond.

Huo Jue already knew that the Mu family had the desire to seize the magic weapon, and Mu Qinglan was bewitched by a puppet, so she rushed to his side in such a hurry, presumably to try to get the magic weapon.

The formation formed by Huo Jue to suppress the puppet Gu will only take effect after a few days, and it will be effective if you don’t leave Sushuang Pavilion during this period. He has already left an escape route for this Miss Mu, and now she is controlled by the puppet Gu and cannot control herself, so he naturally refuses to see her.

“Let her stay in her yard and don’t run around.” Huo Jue said again.

Mu Qinglan was stopped by the formation outside Huo Jue’s courtyard, Qu Shuang came out and explained to Mu Qinglan in a low voice.

“The young master is not feeling well, and he had a late rest last night, and he hasn’t got up yet, Miss Mu, you should go back first.”

Mu Qinglan twitched her eyebrows slightly when she heard the words, seeing that Qu Shuang didn’t expose his lies. When her wedding car arrived last night, Qu Shuang said that Huo Jue was asleep, how long was it dark? Now it is said that Huo Jue slept late last night, this little disciple can’t even tell a lie.

Mu Qinglan was still wearing that wedding dress, but she took off the overly heavy shawl, which didn’t look exaggerated, but in the Tianyuan Sword Sect where the disciples were all dressed in plain white, they were still eye-catching, like a Put the fire that fell on the snow.

Mu Qinglan stood outside the formation, with a bright smile on her face, listening to Qu Shuang inside the formation trying to prevaricate her.

“Miss Mu, the young master hopes that you stay in Sushuang Pavilion and don’t wander around. The door is now in a mess, and the royal guards are stationed in the sect. It will be bad if someone who doesn’t have a good eye bumps into Miss Mu.”

Mu Qinglan knew that Huo Jue was awake, so she was not surprised even if she refused to see her.

After all, she is a little fish sent by the Mu family to marry her. In a sense, she is a humiliation to Huo Jue. Coupled with the matter of the puppet voodoo, it is reasonable for Huo Jue to guard against her.

But will she just give up? of course not!

No wolf will lie down obediently when the meat and bones can be seen.

Mu Qinglan’s eyes were crooked when she smiled, like two crescent moons with hooks. She looked at Qu Shuang, and she didn’t show resignation, nor did she try to break through.

Walking back and forth outside the formation, he looked back at the guards stationed by the royal family. Those guards were all like dead objects, all in pitch black, wearing full-face masks, like a group of ominous black crows.

Can these people collide with her?

Mu Qinglan was a little annoyed, but this annoyance was different from real anger, scratching her heart like little claws.

She wants to see her Huo Lang.

Qu Shuang watched Mu Qinglan circle around and then stood still behind the formation like a water curtain.

Mu Qinglan quickly smiled brightly like spring flowers on her face, and asked Qu Shuang softly, “Little brother, have you been by Huo Lang’s side all the time?”

Qu Shuang’s expression paused, and his eyes were a little wary.

After all, the seemingly gentle and harmless Miss Mu in front of her is a puppet sent by the Mu family.

But Qu Shuang still replied very politely: “Ms. Mu is polite, just call me Qu Shuang. I really stay by the young master’s side day and night, and I am at the disposal of the young master at any time.”

Mu Qinglan ignored his vigilance, stared straight at him and asked, “I don’t know what kind of spirit house is this little brother?”

Qu Shuang frowned slightly, not knowing why Mu Qinglan asked this.

This time I answered briefly: “Mu Ling Mansion, what is Miss Mu asking this for?”

“It’s nothing,” Mu Qinglan said, “I just think that the little brother is handsome and handsome, and he must be a leader in the school. I don’t know what level the little brother is now? Has he escaped from the world?”

Qu Shuang is not good at dealing with women, and Jian Xiu is not a smooth-faced person at all. While cultivating hard, he also uses all his mind to fight against the severe cold, going straight and not making detours.

So Mu Qinglan spoke softly, pretending to be curious, and questioned Qu Shuang thoroughly with a few words.

Then she really didn’t embarrass Qu Shuang any more, she went back to Sushuang Pavilion honestly and never came out again.

For two days in a row, Qu Shuang reported to Huo Jue that Mu Qinglan was sitting by the window of the main room in Sushuang Pavilion and meditating.

Huo Jue thought that the formation to suppress the puppet Gu had worked, and ordered Qu Shuang: “When her puppet Gu is suppressed and regains consciousness, you can give her the medicine to suppress the puppet worm and send her down the mountain.”

Qu Shuang was squatting next to Huo Jue’s wheelchair, fiddling with charcoal fire.

Hearing the words, he let out a casual “oh”, but his round eyes did not look at the stove, but stared straight at Huo Jue who was close at hand.

Staring at his handsome eyebrows, knife-cut sideburns, the white gauze covering his eyes, and his pale lips.

“Huh?” Although Huo Jue was blind and his spiritual mansion was shattered, his spiritual power dissipated very slowly because of the superb magic weapon on him.

Even though his spiritual power is no longer available for him to use, his five senses are still sharper than ordinary people.

He could feel Qu Shuang looking at him.

“What?” Huo Jue asked again.

He turned his face to Qu Shuang’s direction, waiting for Qu Shuang to speak.

But soon Huo Jue was startled, and subconsciously leaned against the chair behind him—Qu Shuang grabbed his ankle!

Because Huo Jue couldn’t walk anymore, and he didn’t like people to be close to him, for convenience, he usually didn’t need others to put on his boots for him, but only covered his knees with a blanket to cover his feet with tabby socks, and he didn’t wear shoes.

“Senior brother,” Qu Shuang half-kneeled beside Huo Jue’s wheelchair, stretched his hands along the blanket on Huo Jue’s legs, and moved up along his ankles, gently kneading slowly.

He raised his head and looked at Huo Jue, his eyes were as dark as a forest, glowing with faint green. He asked Huo Jue, “Is it true that you don’t have any feeling in your legs?”