After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"The senior Daojun who painted, has a scar the size of a grain of rice on his forehead?"

"scar?"

The spoiled Taoist was stunned, and then he looked at Zheng Wan and his eyes were a little strange, "There is no such thing."

He said, and asked:

"Could the little real person have a connection with the beauty in this painting?"

People grow old.

Zheng Wan was keenly aware of the strangeness with just a word: although the matter was far from what he thought.

"Really like an old friend of mine."

Mother-in-law Jin's abnormality was too obvious.

If Zheng Yu couldn't guess at this time, he would be too stupid.

There are only two possibilities at present. One is that the person in the painting is a person familiar with the mother-in-law, and the friendship is to be said. Even the person who paints the painting has some entanglements with her, otherwise it will not be so gaffe.

The second is that the mother-in-law is the person in the picture.

But as soon as this thought came out, Zheng Wan subconsciously rejected it.

The beauty in the painting has a temperament like spring water, gentle and affectionate.

The mother-in-law, however, was a cold sharp steel knife that walked out of the poor mountains and rivers, both hard and fierce, and the difference between the two was too far.

"No? Not really?!"

Mother-in-law Jin laughed suddenly, her voice so thick that she cut her ears, "Yes, thousands of years have passed, even Canghai has become a mulberry field... It's ridiculous that I have a delusion again..."

She almost smiled.

Zheng Wan sighed secretly in her heart, since she first met in the canyon, she had guessed that Mrs. Jin had some sadness, and it seemed that she was indeed sad at this time.

However, she didn't have the thoughts of investigating other people.

"Old man?"

Zheng Yu smiled suddenly:

"Sorry, I thought it was wrong."

Cui Wang glanced at her.

"If you read it wrong, that's it."

The spoiled Daoist waved his hand, and shut his mouth with knowledge and interest. When he closed his mouth, he emphasized, "The forehead of the predecessor of this monarch is indeed without scars, it is absolutely true."

Zheng Wan could feel that Mother-in-law Jin exhaled a very long breath in her dantian.

The anger contained sourness, melancholy, and even indignation, making her eyes sore.

"Mother-in-law?"

She asked worriedly.

Mother-in-law Jin sank back into the soul-raising tree again, and ignored others.

Zheng Wan then refocused his attention on the beauty picture on the crystal wall.

A beauty is not uncommon, but all the beauties recorded in these thousands of years are drawn together and hung on the wall, the oncoming shock——

Almost anything is incomparable.

This is the power of beauty, so majestic that it makes people wonder and linger.

At this time, Zheng Yu couldn't care about the fact that the person on the wall was more beautiful than herself, or she was more beautiful. He looked at it dizzyingly, gliding over the pictures of beautiful women, but suddenly stopped when his gaze accidentally touched a certain place. Living.

In the sight of everyone's obsession, Cui Wang was the only one who remained silent.

He stood quietly in the middle of the hall, his colorful robes faintly, and a pair of cold eyes glided past the smiling beauties like nothing, as if they were insignificant.

The Buddhism who pays attention to the twelve precepts and likes pure cultivation has a saying that all female sexes are pink pink skulls, and you should reject them, stay away, and stay away from them.

But Zheng Yu clearly felt that it was Cui Wang who really didn't put femininity in his eyes.

He doesn't regard them as scourges, everything is just ordinary, whether it is beautiful or ugly, to him it is all light and dust: there is no need for a dusting.

At this time, Cui Wang was different from Cui Wang, who told her "heart-hearted" in the dark alleys of Fengwu City, and even Cui Wang who had just attempted to "bribish" her and her and good friends.

He is too weak.

It's not like a living person, but like the ruthless **** and Buddha of the Nine Heavens.

Maybe Zheng Wan watched too long, and Cui Wang suddenly looked over.

As soon as the dark gaze touched her, a faint light floated in the empty bottom of the eye, and the light quickly lit up his face——

It's like a beauty in an ink painting, suddenly coming to life.

The beauty turned the corner of her mouth slightly, but the curvature of the tilt was always only a little. If it hadn't been for Zheng Wan to keep watching, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find it.

Cuiwang is he happy?

How happy are you?

Zheng Wan quickly retracted his gaze.

Cui Wang was taken aback, the arc of his mouth began to straighten again.

"Old ancestors."

"Yep?"

"She used to say that I look good when I smile."

"So?" The ancestor understood, "Did you smile just now?"

Cui Wang didn't answer, and the ancestors suddenly "hahaha" happily:

"Little grandson, please smile more clearly next time. Hey, did you see that guy named Shujin? Only if you smile like him, women like it."

Shu Jinzheng happily opened his mouth wide, smiling so hard that he couldn't see the teeth.

Cui Wang: "..."

"Insulting gentleman."

He turned his head coldly.

An hour later, the spoiled Daojun spoke out and drove people away. The talents reluctantly filed out in the Luo room. Zheng Wan stood at the end, followed the team out, about to step out of the gate, and couldn't help but glance back.

The beauties on the wall stared at her with black eyes.

Zheng Yu's arm immediately formed a dense lump.

The pace of stepping out immediately accelerated.

Spoiling Daojun, the heavy door of the Luo room closed with a creak.

Walking into the main hall, the other black iron envoys were gone. Only a chubby short monk stood in the hall. Zheng Yu remembered that he was the blue sky of Danxinmen.

Bi Luo arched his hands at them and turned to Cui Wang and said:

"The Chief Secretary, the orders have all gone after looking for their rooms."

It has been three quarters now, and it is indeed not early.

Cui Wang said "Well":

"You too."

"It's gone, it's all gone."

The spoiled Daojun pretended to yawn, and walked out lazily. Before leaving, he asked Cui Wang and Zheng Wan if he wanted to join him.

"No need."

"No need."

The two of them said in unison, the words fell, looked at each other, and then each opened their eyes.

The spoiled Daojun laughed and left.

As the host left, Zheng Wan glanced at the room where the doorway was carved with golden flowers and pointed to:

"I will live there."

When I walked to the door, the door on the left was opened, and Cui Wang's colorful robe swung across the threshold, and before going in, he reservedly nodded at her: "See you tomorrow."

When the words fell, the person had disappeared at the door.

And the book on the right next to Jinchao waved her:

"Beauty, see you later."

Zheng Wan smiled:

"See you."

Then he opened the door.

The room inherits the usual style of the Hall of Beauty. It is a white jade couch, a few books, and a dressing table. The entire wall is paved with white walls, carved with golden patterns consistent with the door, and the corners are inlaid with four moonstones. .

"It seems that this spoiled Daoist is very rich."

"Don't you think?" Mother-in-law Jin was out of sight, "Don't look at that man's skin is young and handsome, but his bone age is actually 7,800 years old. After all these years, he naturally has some wealth."

Zheng Wan was surprised:

"The monks of Wuxiangjing have a life span of eight thousand years..."

"Also soon."

Zheng Wan didn't look at it much, she still understood the etiquette of being a guest.

Cross-legged on the couch, she has broken through the microcosmic realm. She hasn't seen it carefully yet, and her soul consciousness sinks inward. The two small fishes in the dantian are floating quietly with ice-blue beads, "this is Daozhu." ?"

"Yes."

Mother-in-law Jin's voice was mute, "The Dao beads are compatible with the Dao species, you Dao beads... are strange, mother-in-law I have never seen them before."

"But the color is pure and clean, the bead shape is smooth and round, which is the upper level."

Zheng Yu still knows these common senses. For example, the purity of Daozhu represents the persistence and understanding of Dao, and the transparency is the best; the shape of Daozhu represents personal potential.

Therefore, those Dao beads with turbid and dark color and uneven inferior grades will stop at the microcosm of knowledge for life. The middle grade is better, but it can't go too far.

Only with the top grade, it is possible to go to nothingness and return to the void. If the ancestral tomb is smoked, it is not impossible to soar, but the probability is small in the end.

As for the legendary fairy product--

The beads are pure and clear like colored glaze, and Zheng Wan has never heard of anyone.

"Cui Wang is an immortal Daozhu?"

She asked curiously.

"How does this old lady know? If one day you two have a good relationship, if he wants you to enter the sea of ​​souls, you can see for yourself."

Divine friendship?

She and Choi Wang?

impossible.

Zheng Wan didn't even think about it, but he didn't want to say that, even if it is a Taoist couple, there are few who can do it, which is equivalent to leaving his own mark in the soul of the other party.

"sleepy……"

Mother-in-law Jin yawned, "Mother-in-law, I'm asleep, you play by yourself, strange, this soul-raising tree stays for a long time, and it makes people drowsy."

Zheng Yu couldn't practice.

The second half of "Moxu Jing" has not yet arrived. She is now practicing, and can only practice the techniques of Yucheng Realm, which is not suitable. However, since she entered the Knowing Micro Realm, she has vaguely blurred the second half of the book. induction--

It's about the east.

According to reports, every time the Great Risen Sect appears, it is also in the east.

"Moxu Jing" can't be practiced, so he can only practice the magic formula. Zheng Wan summons Feng Long, and re-practises Feng Long with the knowledge of the micro-level power, and then induces Yue Yue to cultivate the magic formula.

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midnight.

Cui Wang suddenly opened his eyes, and the person had already appeared next door.

A night light is like a bean, illuminating the whole room secluded and blurred.

Zheng Yu lay down on the white jade couch, curled up on her side, without a thin quilt, and fell asleep like this.

When Cui Wang walked to the couch, she realized that she was not sleeping well, frowning her brows, opening her small mouth, flushing her white jade face, and sweating on her forehead.

Seems to be in a nightmare.

Cui Wang remembered the sudden heart palpitations just now, and didn't know what happened to this person in his dream, which made him feel unbearable with the palpitations.

He stretched out his right hand and wiped her sweat with his cuffs. This action didn't even wake her up. Cui Wang was about to stop, but Zheng Xu grabbed it and held it in his arms, rubbing it like a cat.

Cui Wang: "..."

Looking down, Zheng Yu still closed his eyes and was not awake, but his frowned brows were clearly loosened.

"Zheng Wan?"

He called in a low voice, trying to withdraw his hand, but instead he was held tighter by her.

"Don't move."

Zheng Wan is vague and authentic.

She slept peacefully with his arm in her arms, and Cui Wang bent over like this, not daring to move.

The back of his hand still had an astonishingly soft touch, like a cluster of sparks, falling on him, causing a fire.

The clothes were messed up because of sleeping position, and the **** were loosened, revealing a light green pocket, which was white as snow and soft as cotton, squeezing out a deep gully because of lying on the side.

Cui Wang looked away in embarrassment.

While closing the five senses of the ancestors, he chanted the Qingxin Jue, but the temperature of the ear tips and cheeks did not dissipate for a long time.

Qingxin Jue is useless.

Cui Wang thought discouraged.

Zheng Wan slept very deep in the middle of the night. When he woke up, he felt sore and numb in his arms, like he had held gold bricks all night. Yuan Li Yun walked for a week to relieve the tingling energy.

When I pushed the door out, I saw a black iron warrior panicking to pat Cui Wang's door:

"Big Secretary, the big thing is not good, Bi Luo is dead!"

……blue sky?

That chubby short monk yesterday?

"Dead?" Cui Wang opened the door and came out. He changed into a purple robe today. He was extremely extravagant, "Lead the way."

Bi Luo lay on the couch in his own room, with a smile on his face when he died, no signs of fighting, no wounds on his body, and he died silently.

The doors and windows are buckled from the inside.

Everything looks no different.

Looking inside the soul consciousness, there were no signs of injury, but it was like dying in a dream.

Cui Wang asked people to put the body away. The monk had long been bearish on life and death. He said:

"My top priority is to find a breakthrough as soon as possible and spread the news."

"For a while, we will be divided into four teams to go out and investigate. Every time you go, you need to make a record. You don't need to care about the stalemate and the stalemate; if you fly up, you must be careful."

In the Heidi Lingshi, the great secretary is equivalent to the mortal left, and he naturally listens to it.

Cui Wang handed out a piece of jade to everyone, and told him to smash the jade if he encountered a danger he couldn't handle, he would arrive immediately, and the envoys would go out.

Nothing was found that day, and when they came back to report, the four teams all had the same troubles——

The thick fog reached a place that was about to become a substance, and the flying stalemate appeared so much that they had to retreat.

Everyone went into the room to rest, but when they woke up the next day, another black iron warrior died.

This time, it is the true monarch of the beast control gate.

As soon as he entered the door, his Yuan beasts lay all around, close to him closely, and when they died, they could even be said to be happy.

Even Yuan Beast's face had a smiling arc.

The same method of death as Biluo, no internal injuries, no wounds, it is like having a happy date with the **** of death in a dream.

"what!"

Qianshuang held his head in fear and cried out, "This, this is too scary, I want to go back, I want to go back, I don't want to die."

"Daojun, you let me sleep in your room at night and at night, okay? You don't need a bed, just, on the ground," her small face was pale, as if scared out of her courage, "don't sleep, just stand and sit. Yeah."

Cui Wang raised his eyebrows to look at Zheng Wan, but only saw her tilting her head slightly, listening carefully to what Shujin said.

"Nothing."

He said, "I'm in the hall tonight, no one is allowed to enter the room."

Last night, there was nothing unusual in his soul consciousness, but his efforts were still dead.