I will Bury the Gods Chapter 418: : Drinking ice and lying in the snow for 100 years

Latest website: When Mu Shijing opened her sleepy eyes, the dim red candlelight fainted in her eyes.

She found that everything around her had changed.

She sleeps on a padded wooden window, above which is a wooden hexagonal hollow magpie lamp. The light yellow light clearly illuminates the pattern on the wall. The picture scroll, the paper kite rides the wind and flies to the sacred mountain, and the colorful petals flutter in the air, embellishing the shape of the wind.

Mu Shijing propped herself up on the bed, she gazed at the beautiful scroll, and looked around the whole house along the scroll, she saw the delicate wooden beams, and the lavender falling down Yarn curtains, pearl curtains, screens made of yarn, beautiful wooden tables, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all available, and the Jiaoweiqin is placed on it, elegant and quiet.

"What kind of dream is this again?"

Mu Shijing rubbed her head and fell asleep again. She closed her eyes for a while, urging herself to wake up, but when she opened her eyes again, the picture in front of her didn't change at all.

How could this happen?

Mu Shijing stared blankly at the surroundings, wondering if he was captured by the dream again?

Must wake up soon.

Yes, she remembered that before she fell asleep, she had made up her mind to wake up before Lin Shouxi, not only to wake up before him, but also to cook porridge for him and bring it to him as if nothing had happened. Condolences to him that seem to be caring but imply ridicule and contempt!

The fairy of the Chu family can't bear to be whipped; She wants to prove that she is the real fairy of Taoism!

When Mu Shijing secretly made a great wish, Lin Shouxi walked in with porridge.

Lin Shouxi was dressed in white and had long hair tied up. He still had a tall and straight figure and a handsome face. The hard work all night did not show any fatigue on his face, but made his eyebrows clearer.

When he saw Mu Shijing get up, he was a little surprised and said:

"Are you awake so early? If you are weak, you can sleep a little longer."

The well-cooked porridge, the nonchalant appearance, the condolences that seem to be caring but imply sarcasm!

Mu Shijing immediately understood that this must be a dream. People often dream about what they are most worried about. She must be deeply trapped in a dream and has not yet escaped!

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so fierce? Don't you like this room?" Lin Shouxi asked curiously.

Mu Shijing sneered and said, "You are a nightmare, don't go crazy."

"Nightmare?"

Lin Shouxi was puzzled, and while stirring the hot porridge with a spoon, he brought the bowl over.

Mu Shijing looked at each other coldly, with an indifferent expression, and suddenly threw a punch.

Although Lin Shouxi was surprised, he reacted quickly. He dodged the sharp punch by leaning to one side, and the porridge in his hand shook, almost toppled over.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Shouxi was even more confused.

"You are a nightmare, you pretend to be innocent, but you are very good at pretending, see if I don't beat you back to your original shape!"

Mu Shijing clenched his teeth, stood up dragging his limp and tired body, and displayed dazzling punches at the young man in front of him. After some crackling fists and elbows, Lin Shouxi was forced to the end of the room.

"If you mess around again, I won't be polite." Lin Shouxi warned.

"Stop talking harshly."

Mu Shijing didn't back down at all, she said murderously: "This is my dream, I was bullied so badly by you on weekdays, how can I continue to be bullied by you in my dream?!"

Mu Shijing bent her knees, and her graceful jade legs burst out with amazing jumping power. She jumped up in the air, and rushed towards Lin Shouxi like a leopard preying, her eyebrows shining like a thrush.

The results speak for themselves.

Soon, the warm and beautiful room was filled with the girl's humming and begging for mercy.

The Taoist saint knelt on the ground, with disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. The dignified and elegant snow-white Taoist skirt wrapped the figure of the young girl and covered the bright red palm marks on her buttocks. Obviously, this mighty The saint was dealt with by the family law again.

"Do you still dare to mess around?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"I don't know if this is not a dream,

You arranged the room like this while I was sleeping, so you would suspect that you were dreaming when you wake up, right? "Mu Shijing quibbled.

"Huh?"

Lin Shouxi glanced at her.

Mu Shijing lowered his head, twisted the hem of his skirt, and said weakly: "Don't dare."

The girl was let go.

Today, this young girl who practiced martial arts since she was a child was surprisingly delicate and frail. She lay on the couch, and Lin Shouxi fed her the porridge in mouthfuls.

"Did you make all these things yourself?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Yeah."

Lin Shouxi nodded, and said: "We will live here for a long time, and we will decorate the house more beautifully, and our mood will always be much happier. Besides, this is our home, so it shouldn't be too cold."

Mu Shijing knew in his heart that he worked so hard to do all this because he really wanted to make her happy, but she always wanted to pick some thorns. She looked around for a long time, and finally said quietly:

"It's so unnecessary, the flowers are confusing the eyes, and the illusion is confusing the mind. You have dressed up this place so fancy, and if you are in it, who would have the heart to practice?"

Lin Shouxi did not answer.

"Why don't you talk?"

As Mu Shijing asked, he looked sideways, only to find that Lin Shouxi was meditating, and his true energy had been circulating for a week. Lin Shouxi didn't realize her question.

Mu Shijing was a little angry.

As she looked at Lin Shouxi's delicate dimples, the anger that had just risen gradually subsided.

Lying on the couch, she looked around the well-decorated house, and when she saw the pattern of a grizzly bear painted on the pillow, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "You're so childish."

She hugged the pillow tightly and kicked her legs lightly and rhythmically.

When Lin Shouxi opened his eyes, he found that Mu Shijing was rolling around on the couch with the pillow in his arms. He looked younger than Bai Zhu. He also smiled and said, "Don't break it, we will live in it for many years .”

"Many years?"

Mu Shijing stopped, blinked his eyes and asked: "So, how many years will you practice this pill, three years? Ten years?"

Lin Shouxi could not give a definite answer, but said: "It may take longer."

"Longer is better." Mu Shijing was not distressed, but said a rare love sentence: "At worst, it will last forever."

Lin Shouxi smiled slightly and blew out the red candle.

"Huh?"

Mu Shijing showed doubts.

Then, she felt something pressing over her.

Her body was still aching. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help being nervous, and asked, "Is today an auspicious day?"

"It's a bad day today." Lin Shouxi said.

“Then…”

"I will ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters for Miss Mu."

"Shameless!"

"Is sister Mu dying?"

"I...I'm afraid you can't do it!"

I don't know if Lin Shouxi's workmanship is not good. The wooden bed became loose due to the shaking and made a creaking sound, and the quality of the sheets was obviously poor. It also couldn't be flattened, which made Mu Shijing very distressed.

Of course, she loves herself more.

It was only the first day of her real life in the underground palace. Except that she couldn't see the sun, moon and stars, it was no different from the retreat of monks outside. On the contrary, because Lin Shouxi was by her side, she didn't feel bored.

In the daytime, they meditate and practice martial arts, and at night, they sleep in each other's arms and compare martial arts.

After the clouds disappeared and the rain rested, she leaned into Lin Shouxi's arms, hugged him gently, and recalled the past together.

If she is still in Taoism now, it should be the midsummer when the flowers are blooming all over the place. She can recall the mottled shadows cast by the camphor trees, as well as the loud wind and cicadas, the cicadas that should be noisy Ming appears beautiful and peaceful in her memories. She didn't have great ambitions when she was young, but she knew that she was destined to become the number one person in the world.

Thereafter.

Time flies.

This stone house is not too big, but it is warm, they live all day long

Together, apart from cultivating the Tao, there were nothing more than quarreling, scrambling and other trivial interesting things. Mu Shijing also gradually faded away from the initial youthfulness and shyness, and transformed into a real little demon girl.

However, the more the little demon girl is, the more pure and lovely her dress is.

She often wears a white Taoist skirt and snow silk socks, and then uses a plain ribbon to tie up her elegant hair bun. She is pure and well-behaved, and she shows off her fragrant shoulders and back, adding a beautiful touch to this pure white painting paper. Lin Shouxi has a sense of justice that cannot be ignored, and he has always taken it as his duty to tame the witch, so whenever Mu Shijing is flirtatious and flirtatious, he will bring her to justice.

Of course, most of the time, she is still that arrogant girl in black dress, only her mouth is unforgiving.

After October, Lin Shouxi painted the grass on the wall withered yellow, using it to simulate the changes of the four seasons.

Mu Shijing also participated in the painting.

She drew five small figures on the painting, and they stood in a row hand in hand, walking towards the mountain with maple leaves like fire.

"This is my prophecy." Mu Shijing said.

"Well..."

Lin Shouxi looked at it for a while, and commented: "Is there a little less people drawn?"

The smile on Mu Shijing's face froze, and he rushed towards Lin Shouxi fiercely.

These days, this little witch has become more and more indulgent.

When they seem to be back in Jiuming Valley, they often play different identities.

However, unlike Jiu Minggu's unpredictable performances, this time, Mu Shijing not only has a clear plan, but even writes it down on paper as a script for the performance.

Today, Mu Shijing was writing at his desk again.

When she was creating, her expression was very focused, as if under that feather pen, a shocking work would be born at any time.

After Lin Shouxi finished his day of Tunna practice, he also went over to have a look.

But see what is written on the paper:

"The night is dark and the wind is high, the moon is closed with cold clouds, purple thunder rolls on Wudang Mountain, and demons sit in Shaolin Temple. Ten years ago, the demon sect rose from the black cliff and swept the universe.

The young master of the Demon Sect, Lin Shouxi, was the leader of this battle. The Taoist sect held on for three days, but finally lost. Due to the situation, the master of the Taoist sect knelt down with his sword in hand, and the saint of the Taoist sect was also captured by the young master of the Demon Sect. At least under the lord's tent, although the saintess is powerful in Taoism, pure and holy, but under the pressure of the general situation, even if she is a saint, she has to submit.

……,…,…

Lin Shouxi looked at it for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Are you really a Taoist disciple?" Lin Shouxi was surprised.

"At the beginning of the game, destroying the family and committing to the old enemy, this kind of start can spark conflicts and sparks." Mu Shijing said logically: "The more desolate and miserable it is at the beginning, the more exciting it is when we bear the humiliation and try our best to turn the tide. Joy, as a Taoist saint, I will definitely kill the enemy in the back, save the world's famous family, and revive the Taoist sect, as for the front..."

Mu Shijing stopped writing for a while, thought for a while, and said: "And it should be dedicated to writing."

Lin Shouxi couldn't help clapping and said, "It's wonderful."

"Tell me, what should I call this great book?" Mu Shijing asked, biting the tip of his pen.

"The Passion of the Son?" Lin Shouxi asked cautiously.

Memories of the past flooded back, Mu Shijing blushed, slapped the table with his jade palm, and said angrily: "You, the young master of the demon sect, want to kill you?"

"Forgive me."

Lin Shouxi didn't disagree, but asked curiously: "It's just that there are Master and Saintess in this story, which one will Ms. Mu play later?"

Mu Shijing, however, seemed to have made up her mind a long time ago, she pulled a strand of blue hair hanging down from the paper behind her ear, then turned her head slightly, with a charming smile on her red lips: "Can't one person play two roles? "

The tide is surging.

Mu Shijing vividly interprets the situation after the Taoist sect was encircled and suppressed.

The next morning.

Mu Shijing woke up.

She stretched her body coquettishly and came to the case, intending to continue writing the story, but saw that the broken chapters of yesterday had been added hastily

New word:

"The young master of the Demon Sect mastered the art of carnival. The sect master and the saint were steadfast at first, neither humble nor overbearing. Although they were trapped in the mud, their hearts were still pure, but the young master's methods were as good as the sky. In just three days, the two peerless women fell for each other. The mind is sinking, and the servants are fighting for joy all day long. The enemy has been eliminated, and the magic gate will last forever and prosper forever.

Finally. ,

"Lin! Keep! Creek!"

Mu Shijing was furious, and angrily asked Lin Shouxi why she tampered with her manuscript without authorization.

Lin Shouxi innocently explained: "I just wrote down what happened last night on paper."

Mu Shijing's cheeks were flushed, and she spoke incoherently angrily. In the end, she said: "You demonic monster, I advise you to correct your evil as soon as possible."

In the next few days, Mu Shijing began to practice hard.

"Do you need to practice day and night like this in Yuan Chi Realm?"

In the evening, Lin Shouxi urged her to go to bed, but Mu Shijing refused, so he couldn't help but hit her.

"Oh."

Mu Shijing said contemptuously: "I'm afraid you don't know that I have already reached the peak of Yuan Chi Realm!"

At the end of October, Mu Shijing finally reached the peak of the Yuan Chi Realm, only a short distance away from the Immortal Realm.

Mu Shijing was proud of this realm, but Lin Shouxi at the side not only did not praise, but calmly said: "When Chuchu was nineteen years old, he reached the second level of the fairyland."

"Little senior sister is eager for quick success and instant benefits. She breaks through the realm too quickly, and she can't count. What's more, she also fell to the realm later." Mu Shijing found a reason to comfort himself.

"I'm going to the third level of the fairyland." Lin Shouxi said again.

Mu Shijing's red lips trembled slightly, and she stared coldly at Lin Shouxi for a while, then she lifted the futon and said angrily, "I won't practice anymore."

She walked out of the retreat with her arms folded, secretly swearing in her heart that she would never talk to her again during this period of time.

But when she returned home, she found that the layout of the house was completely new.

There are many sculptured pines and cypresses on the table, and the lampshade has also become a wood-carved birthday peach. perfect.

"This is..."

Mu Shijing looked around and was speechless for a while.

"Happy birthday, Ms. Mu."

Lin Shouxi put a red cloak on her body, and then hugged her tightly.

Mu Shijing burst into tears, and the vows he secretly made earlier have long been thrown out of the blue.

She can't remember the day.

But Lin Shouxi remembers the day every day.

Whether it's Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival or their birthdays, he will surprise them. The pale old palace is dark, but Mu Shijing's world is bright all day long.

"Is this...will it delay things too much?" Mu Shijing suppressed his thoughts and said worriedly: "The seal of the dead spirit snowfield has not been removed, and Xiaohe has not yet escaped from the predicament. We should concentrate on cultivation, and we should not always It's a waste of time."

"Have you forgotten the Shinto outside?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"What?"

Mu Shijing didn't follow his train of thought for a while.

"That divine way is Pale's metaphor for cultivating Taoism. He is depressed all day long, half the effort is half the effort, and there is no expectation on the road to the great road. Besides, alchemy is like cooking. If you want to simmer for three hours, you must cook for three hours. I can't be slow." Lin Shouxi said seriously: "You and Xiaohe are both my Taoist companions, I want to practice hard for Xiaohe, but I can't treat you badly because of this."

Mu Shijing listened, pursed her lips lightly, and snorted softly, but before she had time to be moved, she heard Lin Shouxi say again: "Furthermore, I have never slackened. Those who really neglect their cultivation... have other people."

"Who are you talking about?!" Mu Shijing twisted his arm.

Lin Shouxi celebrated Mu Shijing's birthday.

At night, Mu Shijing fell asleep with his pillow on Lin Shouxi's arm.

After waking up.

Mu Shijing suddenly remembered something, yesterday was her birthday, and naturally it was also Lin Shouxi's birthday.

And when she remembered, it was already November.

"You finally remembered?"

After listening to Mu Shijing, Lin Shouxi smiled.

"You didn't remind me?" Mu Shijing bit his lips and said.

"Are you blaming me?" Lin Shouxi asked.

「…」

Knowing that he was wrong, Mu Shijing softened his tone: "It's my fault, I apologize to you."

"So perfunctory?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"So what do you want?"

"Sister Mu, play a song."

"Oh."

Mu Shijing got up to get the bamboo flute, but Lin Shouxi grabbed her wrist, and the boy and girl looked at each other with different expressions.

Unknowingly.

Autumn is coming.

Lin Shouxi painted snowflakes on the wall.

The mountains are covered with heavy snow.

Whenever the snow falls, he can't help but think of those snowy nights he experienced with Chu Yingchan. Enjoy the ice and snow.

Similarly, he failed to keep his promise to Chu Lu.

I don't know if she and Xiaoyu have met, and what they will say when they meet.

Finally, he remembered Xiaohe's prophecy again.

In Xiaohe's prophecy, she would have a bridal chamber at the age of eighteen, but I don't know if it was a joke of fate. Now she is still in the gray tomb, and she is also frozen at the age of seventeen...by accident, fate Also like inevitable.

Mu Shijing could see his worry.

She crept up behind him.

"I've been waiting for you for many years too." Mu Shijing smiled.

She lay in Lin Shouxi's arms, touched his lips with her fingers, and said seriously: "You are not allowed to practice tonight."

"Why?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"You must protect me tonight."

Mu Shijing said proudly: "This girl is going to become a fairy."

At the peak of Yuan Chi Realm, she is ready to break through.

Chu Yingchan and Xiaohe both broke into the fairyland on a snowy night.

So, she also chose a snowy night.

"In the past few years, I have deliberately suppressed the realm of Hunjin and Yuanchi, which means that I have accumulated a lot of money. When I enter the fairyland, I will be like a broken bamboo. I will break through the three realms and arrive in ten years. God." Mu Shijing said.

It is night.

Mu Shijing sits cross-legged alone, sensing heaven and man.

She's in a good mood.

But.

After Mu Shijing unsheathed her spiritual sense, she was shocked to find that she could pass through the thick strata, but she couldn't pass through the gray tomb and reach the tomb of the Sky God.

In the end, her consciousness could only return to her body in despair.

The snowy night passed.

Mu Shijing Yuanchi is still the same.

"How could this be..."

Mu Shijing is desperate.

The gray tomb not only imprisoned Xiaohe, but also blocked her cultivation. Thinking that she would wander in the Yuanchi Realm for many years to come, Mu Shijing felt a tightness in her chest.

Lin Shouxi rubbed her to relieve her chest tightness, and comforted her: "People's physical body and spiritual consciousness are weak, so they need to pull a golden body from the tomb of the gods to assist in their cultivation, but you are different, you are not an ordinary thing in the pool , why do you need to follow the path of mortals, this matter may be an opportunity for you... I believe that you can blaze a trail that no one has ever walked before."

Mu Shijing's eyes gradually brightened.

"Of course." Mu Shijing rallied and said proudly: "This saint is a peerless person, and I have my own unique way."

As for what kind of path she should take...

Mu Shijing is still hesitating.

But it's okay~IndoMTL.com~The last thing they need now is time.

Winter goes to spring, and the stars are frosty.

When Mu Shijing saw the flowers on the wall blossom and fade, he knew it was another year.

Lin Shouxi is still refining alchemy.

Although Mu Shijing didn't give up because he couldn't break through

Slow practice, but she still didn't think of her own path.

Tonight.

She returned to the tombstone at the end, sat on it, swayed her legs, and hummed a nursery rhyme from her childhood.

She looked at the mountains covered with ice and snow.

Mountains of ice and snow are also looking at her.

Bingxue and she don't know, they will see each other for a hundred years.