On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom - Chapter 83

Ning Qingqing knows, Xie Wuwang is boiling the frog in warm water.

This guy is really good at attacking.

He was very patient, he was baited, and then little by little he tricked her into tricking her, leading her to the bait.

At the moment when he kissed him like this, she didn’t have the strength to push him away, on the contrary, she felt so weak.

His breath was as terrible as ever, making her head dizzy to find Bei.

She closed her teeth quietly, and gave him her petal-like petals, letting him hold a kiss.

In fact, her little action of guarding the gentleman but not the villain really prevented a gentleman.

He only touched it tentatively, and immediately retired, without attempting to break through her defenses.

After a while, he let go of her.

He slowly straightened his body, as if sighed.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, her head dropped, and her hot cheeks were hidden in the shadow of his chest.

He took her back.

He is like a mountain, a sea, leaning on his chest, indescribably safe.

“Xie Wuwang…” she said softly.

“Huh?” The sturdy chest was stuffy, and his breath was dumb, slightly tight.

There is a mess in her head.

After a long while, she asked in a low voice: “Do you want me to get the key?”

Although she is a mushroom that is relatively slow in emotional terms, she can still feel the faint uneasiness that he hides deeply.

He knows that he hurt her too deeply. Once she retrieves her emotional memory, she might quarrel with him as before, or she might even force her to death, and she will definitely leave him.

He is too busy, too tired, new injuries on his body overlap old ones, and he has no time to rest and recuperate. When such internal and external troubles occur, if there is another fire in the backyard… it will be a real headache.

She has gone through so many things with him, and she can be regarded as a friend of life and death in adversity, and it is not that she can’t consider his opinions.

She looked up at him.

Slightly startled.

He regained his inattentive and sluggish appearance, his long eyes squinted slightly, and the corners of his delicate lips evoked a beautiful arc.

“What a silly question.” He took her by the shoulders and led her out, “I’m so idle to take you out to eat potatoes.”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

The man’s heart, the needle on the seabed, said he Xie Wuwang.

The herdsmen laughed and clamored, and went up the river to meet the faun who went south—the faun who was played by the old man Bachun.

I saw the flower boat floating from the North River in the distance, and the faun standing on the head of the boat, wearing a thick green dress and a huge wooden hood on his head, his face was solemn.

Huazhou came close, and the Mu Shen stepped onto the pasture, and was guarded by the herdsmen to the pre-prepared stage of the gods.

The crowd was crowded, Xie Wuwang clasped Ning Qingqing’s fingers, pushed aside the crowd, and stood not far away watching.

The Mu Shen is a goddess, with gentle facial features on the wooden hood, and a bright flower pattern carved on the forehead. Looking at it, Ning Qingqing can’t help but mutter: “Why does the goddess have to have a flower on her face? —”

It reminded her of the goddess of Xiyin who did not agree with her.

Xie Wuwang laughed, embracing her as she shuttled through the crowd, asking the herdsmen about the whereabouts of the wandering monks.

After inquiring about it for a long time, no one had ever seen a wandering monk.

“No! Wow! I should have come back long ago!” The herders whispered, “When I usually go to the river to meet the Faun, the wandering monk must be there! There is no exception!”

“You won’t die outside, will you?”

“I’m afraid it’s possible. Didn’t a rhino monster ran into the North City in the first two months? Could the wandering monk just come back and be trampled to death? Oops, it’s miserable, the corpse can’t be distinguished. La!”

“Don’t curse people blindly, wait until the end of the festival, if you don’t return, then you will be dead.”

“Wandering monk-wandering monk-wandering monk-are you dead?” Countless little children bounced through the crowd, shouting around the wandering monk.

Mu Shen is a very down-to-earth deity. The old man Ba ​​Chun who pretends to be a **** does not stand up. When he takes the blessing holy water from the big treasure bottle and sprinkles it on everyone, he will use that long divine grass whip to knock the naughty baby from time to time. Head.

Just one hit, one accurate.

The sacrifices brought by the herdsmen from various places are also divided among the people and eaten, and they will not be wasted on sacrifices.

Ning Qingqing looked happily and curled her eyes: “I like such a god. Be close to the people, not to waste.”

Xie Wuwang said in a calm tone: “Any extravagant sacrifices are strictly prohibited by Taoist laws.”

“Oh?” Ning Qingqing looked at him blankly.

He lowered his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke lightly like a dude: “God, I also want to ask for life under my hands.”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

She couldn’t help but smiled and stretched out her hand to twist his waist.

Lean and strong, as hard as an iron block, it can’t be screwed at all.

One person and one mushroom did not mention the wandering monk in a tacit understanding.

If the wandering monk is really gone, there is no alternative.

God’s will is so, it can’t be forced.

The lively Faun festival lasted until night fell.

The sky is high under the grass field, and the stars are also extremely bright, one by one shining in the sky, it really seems to be blinking one after another.

The hill-like bonfire was lit, and the herdsmen held hands, slowly turned and danced around the bonfire, humming the love song of the girls and boys on the grassland.

The old man Bachun played as the shepherd was also led by the children, awkwardly rotating with the circle of people.

The weight of that outfit is really not light.

The bonfire burned for most of the night, and the herders who could not stay up at night took out the blankets and could lie down anywhere. The rest of the people sat around the bonfire mat, joking and laughing, and taking sacrifices and wine to eat regardless of each other.

Of course, the old man Ba ​​Chun who pretends to be a **** can only watch. Before the end of the big festival, he can’t take off the hood.

The wandering monk never came back.

In the middle of the night, Xie Wuwang naturally took Ning Qingqing’s hand.

She pretended not to notice, let him lead, and walked leisurely outside the crowd.

“Tianming returns to the palace.” He looked to the south, “I will send someone to watch. Once the wandering monk returns, I will bring him back to the holy mountain.”

“Um.”

“Disappointed?”

She thought about it for a while, and replied leisurely: “A little bit.”

He stopped and turned to face her.

The night hides his look, she looked up at him, and saw a white jade-like outline perfect, and the black eyes were more faint than the night, looking down like the whole world staring at her.

“Sorry, A Qing.” His voice was low and gentle, “It made you like me again.”

Her body shook slightly.

He took a step forward, and his figure enveloped her in a heavy form: “From now on, I will treat you with my sincere heart, and I will never let you down again.”

Lean over, encircle her in his arms, and touch her forehead lightly.

Tender and serious: “Trust me.”

This time, although his breath still smells good, it does not carry the slightest aggression, but is cold and solemn.

After a long while, she answered in a low voice.

The east gradually turned white, and the sky was about to dawn. The bonfire was gradually extinguished, only sparks flickered faintly, and more and more herders unfurled their blankets and fell asleep, but the room was not deserted, because the herders who went to bed in the middle of the night had already woke up and continued to eat. Sacrifice food without letting the atmosphere cool down.

The most tiring is the old man Ba ​​Chun who pretends to be a shepherd. The man on the grassland is physically strong, so that he can wear a heavy suit and hold it on for a whole day and night under a large wooden cover.

Xie Wuwang’s eyes closed slightly, and his spirit wafted out.

After a long while, he sighed with a chuckle: “With a radius of thousands of miles, no monk has come.”

“Well, let’s go back.” Ning Qingqing raised a smile, “I need a lot of demon pill to practice hands, until it is foolproof-I am not going to take advantage of you, after taking the spores, the demon pill is valuable!”

“Okay.” He took her hand, ready to step into the wind.

Forget it, it is God’s will to not find it.

Just as she was about to rise up, Ning Qingqing suddenly had a wonderful feeling in her heart.

She tugged Xie Wuwang’s hand, stopped, and slowly tilted her head—

“Boom!” A clear falling sound came.

In the next moment, the noisy herders suddenly stopped sounding like a summer cicada.

“Ah-why is Grandpa Ba Chun bald?!” a child yelled in surprise.

Ning Qingqing followed the prestige.

I saw “Mu Shen” go crazy and threw out the wooden hood on his head.

Then…

A bare skull was exposed.

The three Bashi brothers have thick black hair, and the old man Bachun shouldn’t be bald at this age.

After a long while, “Fu Shen” raised an awkward smile.

“This… that… everyone, don’t get excited, don’t beat people, it’s like this, I’m returning from a trip to the north, and I happened to meet the uncle Ba Chun just below the iceberg, he got his feet, alas, the one who got the feet. No one can blame things, right? Uncle Ba Chun is so sad, and there is really no way he can do it, so let me be the Faun today on his behalf! This is how things are!”

A round face, densely covered with freckles on both sides of the nose.

Looking intently, there are two ring scars on his head.

Ning Qingqing’s heart stagnated for a moment, and then jumped violently.

Who else can this person be?

Must be a wandering monk!

Just at this moment, a canoe was hurriedly rowed on the North River, and an old man with a vigorous posture waved his majestic arm and slaughtered him.

“Dead bald donkey! Drunk I secretly snatched to be a faun, see I don’t take the skin of your **** grandson! I have been waiting for ten years-the boss and the second and third, come on! Give me a blow to him! Wait, first Take off the Faun’s clothes!”

The roar of the old man Bachun resounded across the grassland.

Xie Wuwang rescued the black-eyed wandering monk after some tumultuous jumps, and brought the spirit young man out of the crowd.

The monk covered his face and shouted.

“Beat people don’t slap face! Hit people don’t slap face!”

Listening to the voices of the people going away, the wandering monk did not look at the people, and closed his eyes and howled: “I am a monk! You can’t do strange things to me!”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

She said sadly: “Little monk, we are here to ask you about wood carving.”

The roaming monk’s voice immediately increased a few degrees: “Don’t rely on me! I didn’t make it clear when I sold the amulet. The wholesale bargains have not been sold out, and the cheap ones are not good ones. It is not safe!”

Ning Qingqing: “…”

Xie Wu jumped away from the hand of the monk covering his face, with a cold voice: “The wood carving of Yuli was carved by my wife.”

The monk took a long breath, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xie Wuwang.

After a while, he took another breath and suddenly looked at Ning Qingqing.

The eye sockets and mouth opened wider and wider, as if he couldn’t breathe.

After a long while, he finally cried out.

“Master Patriarch’s last wish is finally fulfilled today!” He knelt down to the ground, banging his head loudly, “Master Patriarch is alive in the sky, and can finally rest in peace. Disciple! Disciple found a woodcarving person. !”

The pair of wood carvings were carved out by Ning Qingqing in the image of himself and Xie Wuwang. They were so lifelike that they would know it at a glance.

She was nervous and excited, and unconsciously grabbed Xie Wuwang’s hand.

He held her backhand and calmly soothed.

After kowtow, the monk got up and wiped away his tears, whispering.

“Master Patriarch has passed down wood carvings from generation to generation, and has a lasting wish.” The young monk put away all the hippie smiles and bowed earnestly,” said Master Patriarch, this pair of wood carvings can see each other deeply. It is a pity that the owner cannot be found after death. If you can see this pair of Biren, the ancestor has something to say, I have to say.”

Ning Qingqing suspended her heart.

Xie Wuwu clenched her fingers unconsciously, causing her fine bones to ache a little.

The monk cleared his throat: “Master Grandpa said, the two of you who are fart breaking up, if you can find someone better than each other in this life, he will screw his head down and make you a chamber pot!”

Xie Wuwang: “…”

Ning Qingqing: “…”