The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1736 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (84)

  Ling Ruoxu tried to absorb the aura of heaven and earth by sitting in meditation, but no matter what, there was a pool of stagnant water around him.

   Even if you can feel the drifting of the spiritual energy, it will be empty in the end.

   "Why is it unsuccessful?"

   There was a bit of confusion in the eyes of the young man in white. He stretched out his hand and looked at the back of his hand that was scalded from the hot oil today. There were three small red marks on it, which were the marks left by Su Qinghuan while cooking.

   Thinking of getting up early tomorrow to make breakfast for Su Qinghuan, Ling Ruoxu's expression couldn't help but darken a lot.

   is not because he is troublesome, but because he does not want to see the woman's alienating and contemptuous attitude.

  …

   She doesn't like him.

   This knowledge was almost known to Ling Ruoxu on the first day on the Canglan Peak.

   But knowing is knowing, but the heartbeat is not so easy to contain.

  Ling Ruoxu has never been so eager to become stronger than now. The person he likes is the aloof Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable. He does have the capital to be proud of, so what about him?

   Do you really want to be a furnace for Su Qinghuan for a lifetime?

   He was not reconciled.

  …

   The young man in white looked disappointed. He took out the exquisite small porcelain bottle that Su Qinghuan had given him earlier, which contained a high-level medicinal pill equivalent to ten ordinary bigu pills.

   But what Ling Ruoxu was thinking about was not this medicine pill, or even this bottle, but the Immortal Venerable Canglan Peak that could make his mood fluctuate.

   The young man was lying on the couch, and in a trance, Su Qinghuan's cold and gorgeous face appeared in front of him. It is difficult for ordinary people to combine these two contradictory temperaments, but she did it.

   is like a fairy, like a demon, as real as fantasy.

  Ling Ruoxu held the porcelain bottle, and couldn't help but gently stroked his chin, as if the temperature of the woman's fingertips remained on it.

   She looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile. The distance between the two of them was so close, if...if he was strong enough, then he would be able to turn against the guest and hold her under his arm, right?

  …

  Ling Ruoxu's ears gradually turned red, and he was already weak at any rate. In addition, he had seen so many things in Qin's house, so how could he have no understanding of men and women.

  Thinking of his sweetheart wearing a thin nightcloth and looking down at him from above, Ling Ruoxu could almost see the woman's clavicle looming by the front of the dress. Although it was not very clear, it was more shiny and white than the best quality jade.

   And the woman's bare feet are also so beautiful, the toes are light and slender, like the petals of an expensive orchid...

   The more he recalled, the more Ling Ruoxu tossed and turned.

   He naturally lost sleep.

   Finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, but in the dream there was a woman who smiled beautifully with him.

   clearly looks like that ruthless Immortal Venerable, but it is completely different from reality, just smiling, like a common daughter's family, looking at him with a little shyness...

   "This lotus seed soup is delicious... Ruoxu... I like it very much"

   In the dream, the woman's voice was like a broken jade in Kunshan, and she called him by his name very gently and lovingly.

   "Immortal..."

   In the dream, the thinly-clothed woman opened her eyes in surprise. She slowly walked towards him, her slender bare feet falling on the ground, like a lotus growing every step of the way.

   "Shh, don't call me Xianzun, Ruoxu, didn't we pay homage to Sifang Daze a long time ago and performed the ceremony of a Taoist companion? Ruoxu, I am your wife."

   "Wife...wife?"

  Ling Ruoxu was dumbfounded, he couldn't help reaching out and hugging the delicate and slender figure, he knew all this was fake, but he didn't want to wake up.

   And the other party, as he wished, put his head on his shoulder with a smile, like a bird.

   "That's right, Ruoxu, you are my husband, have you forgotten? Have you been exhausted from your practice recently, causing you to lose your mind?"

   Husband...

  Ling Ruoxu's expression was slightly moved, the reverence and admiration in the woman's eyes did not seem to be fake, and the swaying eyes seemed to be able to stir three thousand red dust.

   Maybe it was because he was holding him tightly. In the dream, the woman's neck, which was as white as jade, was slightly red, which was almost the same as when he was delivering the soup, and the trace of the little fox's ankle was clenched tightly.

   "Or these days, you are so busy cultivating that you don't even plan to pay attention to your wife?"

   The woman groaned in a low voice, but there was genuine concern in her eyes.

  …

   "Sorry... not in the future..."

   The young man in white looked at the smiling woman in the dream with a complicated expression, knowing that everything was fake, but he was still willing to deceive himself.

   He hugged each other carefully.

   The tassel on the drapery rattled.

  The window was not closed, and the moonlight was still bright outside the window, slightly revealing two shadowy silhouettes in the curtain.

   For a while, the world seemed to be quiet, leaving only the turbulent red dust of love and hate, turning out countless waves.

  …

   Early the next morning, Ling Ruoxu had a splitting headache.

Every scene in the    dream reminded him how rebellious he was.

   But he had no choice.

  The shadow wandering in the dream is so real, yet so inconsistent.

  Ling Ruoxu knew better than anyone that it was impossible for the little fox to look at him with that kind of attachment and reverence.

  Thinking of this, Ling Ruoxu was enmeshed even deeper by those forbearance but hidden hostile emotions.

   He stared at his slightly stained clothes when he woke up, feeling helpless and embarrassed.

  —— He can't sit still like this any longer. In any case, he must learn the method of cultivation.

  Ling Ruoxu thought to himself, seeing the dim morning light on the horizon, and it was not before breakfast time, he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to climb the mountain.

   Just looking at the surrounding scenery, he realized that he was not at the foot of the mountain, but was very kindly allowed by Su Qinghuan to live in a side room next to the main hall.

  Ling Ruoxu resignedly washed his clothes three times, and after confirming that he could no longer see any stains, he carefully washed his hands three times.

   For some reason, I always feel that even a dream is an offense to that person.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu felt a sense of loss in her heart, and then she began to cook seriously.

   is still porridge, but Ling Ruoxu has changed some ingredients, today is barley glutinous red bean porridge.

  The young man added more red beans to the porridge selfishly. I hope you can pick it up more. This thing is the most Acacia.

   I don't know if the other party can see it.

  …

   When Ling Ruoxu's porridge was finished cooking, the little fox also got up.

   Her five senses are extremely sensitive, and she can easily smell the fragrance of the kitchen. Because of this fragrance, she doesn't even look at Ling Ruoxu so much.

   "Did you boil red bean porridge this morning?"

   The ethereal female voice that suddenly appeared behind him shocked Ling Ruoxu. He turned around tremblingly, but saw Su Qinghuan's lips smiling, as if he was very happy.

  ——Oh, not at him, but at the prepared porridge.

   (end of this chapter)