Mastering the bugs of the world, I won numbness in the comprehension text

Why did things suddenly become like this!

Until she was put on the bed and tucked in with the quilt, Lingyu couldn't hold back a word and didn't dare to look at that person again.

These days, he takes good care of himself, like looking after a child, watching her every step of the way, for fear that she will bump into her, and he supervises three meals a day. For example, now, Lingyu feels that she is a little full.

, but under the burning eyes of the young man, he had to pick up another bowl of lotus seed soup, smiled uglier than crying, and drank it one mouthful after another.

Just when Lingyu thought she was about to be liberated, she was about to get up to help pack her things, but she was pushed down on the stool forcefully. The young man lowered his body and stared at her mouth with dark eyes, as if he wanted to eat her.

generally.

Just when Lingyu thought she had done something wrong and was about to apologize, Fanyin took out a white silk handkerchief from her pocket and gently placed it on her mouth. She could feel his trembling, as if

Try your best to hide something.

"You don't have to touch these things in the future. It's good to have me." I don't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that the handkerchief had turned into someone's hand and was constantly rubbing her lips.

Before she could think about it, those big, jointed hands had already been removed to clean up the dishes in front of her. The young man should have been flying for nine days, but now he was trapped between buckets of rice. At that moment, Lingyu felt infinitely sour in his heart.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this." She has lost her cultivation and may never be able to practice again in her lifetime. She will be trapped like this, but the person in front of her shouldn't.

The young man's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, but soon returned to its original state. Lingyu lowered his eyes, covering up the vulnerability that he was about to expose: "I never thought about getting anything, let alone using it as a blackmail or sacrifice.

If you want to get something in return, then you might as well not give anything in the first place. Everything you do is just to live up to your heart. You have your own world, and you don't have to be trapped here because of me."

The young man's hand holding the bowl and chopsticks couldn't help trembling. That hand was supposed to hold a sword, and should not hold human bowls and chopsticks.

"The same is true for me." Fanyin looked at her, his eyes more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.

At that moment, Lingyu suddenly felt that no matter what she said or did, it would be of no avail.

After Fanyin left, Lingyu looked at the boundless moonlight outside and couldn't let go for a long time.

He still takes care of her meticulously every day. No matter what she says, how she vents her anger on him, or how she forces him to leave, he never says a word, remains silent, and never defends himself.

Sometimes Lingyu felt that he was just trying to repay a favor. More often, she felt that the young man was always deliberately hiding something and trying his best to suppress something.

As time passed, she felt that it was better to let nature take its course. When he felt that he had done enough, he would leave naturally.

Lingyu knew from the beginning that they never belonged to the same path. He was the bright moon hanging high in the sky and would not fall into anyone's arms. After realizing this, she never asked for anything extravagantly.

Everything I did for him was just because I didn't want to see the moon fall.

Looking at the figure dancing the sword in the courtyard, Lingyu was in a trance for a moment.

Qiu Xian asked why.

Those who are destined to be immortal and can make great strides in their spiritual practice generally have one characteristic, that is, they have a weak relationship with relatives, and only by cutting off human love can they enter the gate of immortality.

She thought it was nothing if she lost her cultivation, and it was nothing if she couldn't practice. After all, she was just an ordinary mortal.

But after a person has tasted delicacies and delicacies, he finds it hard to swallow coarse grains and rotten rice.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

She looked through all the books she could find and tried every method she could, but she could no longer feel any spiritual power.

She always felt that she was an optimistic person, so she couldn't practice cultivation. What was wrong with being an ordinary person?

It was cloudy outside, and even though it was noon, the house was as dark as dusk, and the light that leaked in was biting and cold.

Lingyu sat alone by the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside, watching the dark clouds gathering above the sky, covering the radiant sun, making everything around him dim.

The grass and trees were shrouded in the misty rain curtain, and they seemed not to be afraid of the gloomy and terrifying sky. Instead, they were extremely happy to enjoy a moment of comfort from God.

She looked at the weak flowers swaying under the beating of the rain, but they would always return to their original positions. She looked at the withered yellow leaves on the trees, struggling hard, but still being swept away by the violent storm, leaving only the bare trunks.

The grass and trees are in autumn, and people are alive. She wanted to reach out and feel the invasion of the heavy rain, and wanted them to take away a part of her body. For a moment, she wanted to stand in the rain curtain outside, and like the grass and trees, after the heavy rain, it was time to

What leaves will leave, and what should grow will grow.

The rain takes away the original death, but brings vitality. It gives hope to all things and brings life to all things.

The drizzle is like silk, and the autumn is full of sadness.

She didn't know how long she looked outside, until a helpless sigh sounded in her ears and the window was forcefully closed.

Fanyin squatted down, his eyes were slightly red, he looked up at her, and said with infinite piety: "It will be alright, it will be alright, believe me, okay."

At that moment, she felt that in the eyes of the young man, she was the world. These words seemed to be spoken to her, but also to heaven and earth. He was asking Heaven and speaking in reverse.

Lingyu hurriedly put away her sadness and pretended to be happy: "Of course, this is not a big deal, right?" She didn't think it was anything, and she didn't want the young man in front of her to think it was anything.

It was only when those white and slender hands gently touched her face that she realized she was crying.

Why is she crying? She can't cultivate immortality, experience the life of ordinary people, and slowly wait to grow old. What's there to cry about? Hasn't she always lived this kind of life before?

Fanyin looked at the lingering sadness on the woman's face, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped, making him unable to breathe.

"I want to eat roast duck." Lingyu wiped away her tears and looked at him with a flowery smile.

She does not think that she is a person who easily sinks into pain, nor does she think that happiness can defeat pain.

Fanyin took the people to the original fly tavern without saying a word.

It's just that it seems to be raining today, so the restaurant that used to be crowded with people could not get into the restaurant, but now there were only two of them.

Lingyu bit into the fragrant roast duck, but she couldn't taste the original taste.

"Hey, since those Taoist priests from Shushan disrupted the River God Festival, this business has become increasingly difficult." The proprietress sat at the door, looking outside as thin as silk threads, but the uninterrupted rain washed away the empty space.

On the street, I thought that the food prepared today might not be sold, which made me worried.

"Now that the River God is angry, there are fewer and fewer people in the city day by day. I heard that the county grandpa's daughter was taken away from him some time ago. I don't know who will be unlucky next." The waiter thought about the baby who had just given birth at home.

The bride also became worried.

"Why do those Taoist priests insist on taking this porcelain job if they don't have diamonds? Not only did they lose their lives, but they also caused us such harm!"

At this time, there was a violent thunder in the sky, mixed with lightning, and the sound of rain outside changed from sparse to gurgling.

Lingyu suddenly felt that the duck in her hand had lost its flavor because she saw a familiar person at the door.

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley in the rain curtain, but in an instant he was inside the restaurant. The visitor did not hold an umbrella, but there was no water on his body. The proprietress looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the shop, and thought that

He is a green-faced, fanged, hairy monster that drinks blood.

But I didn't expect this person to be tall and tall, wearing a green shirt and white clothes, with thick black hair tied high on the head by a simple jade crown, with a few strands of black silk hanging down mischievously. The young man in the background has bright eyes and white teeth, and an immortal appearance.

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Looking at the handsome androgynous face of the young man, the landlady suddenly understood why the man always said: Even if you die under the peonies, you can become a ghost.

Even though she knew that the young man was not a mortal, she still dispelled her original doubts and fears because of his appearance, and greeted him diligently: "What do you want to eat objectively?"

But the visitor just focused his eyes on the only table of diners in the hall, opened his white teeth slightly, and said slowly under the obsessed eyes of the landlady: "Just like them."

Fanyin instantly became alert, placing his hand on the sword ready to unsheath it.

"Sister, you're alright." The young man walked slowly towards Lingyu's direction with a smile.

You're fine!

Of course, Lingyu didn't dare to say it out loud. She dared to be angry but not speak out now.

"But after just a few months of not seeing each other, my sister seems to have changed."

Can it remain unchanged? You have taken away your spiritual roots. It is difficult to remain unchanged.

Although he was thinking this in his heart, he did not dare to show any displeasure on his face. After all, to Yun Yiming, they were now like ants.

"I still remember a few days ago, my sister was still here with her lofty words, saying that she wanted to be the way of heaven. Now..." Yun Yiming sat next to Lingyu, picked up the teacup on the table, and played with it repeatedly, but did not drink.

Lingyu said nothing, Fanyin frowned and tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"Sister, do you still think you can do that way of heaven?" Yun Yiming put down the tea cup, turned his eyes, and glanced at Fanyin next to him. Although he was still smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

On the contrary, it was so cold that it made people shiver.

Lingyu put down the roast duck in her hand. She knew that the person in front of her had a face like Guanyin, but a heart like a snake and scorpion. She didn't know why she came this time.

It's just that she thinks she has no useable value anymore. After all, she even gave him her spiritual root, and now she is just an ordinary mortal.

Lingyu, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice Fanyin's trembling and white hand holding the hilt of the sword.

After losing Lingyu, her heart changed from unwillingness at first, to helplessness later, and now when she looks at the rain curtain outside, she seems to understand everything, and yet she doesn't seem to understand anything at all.

For a moment, she felt that she had reached enlightenment, but it was only for a moment.