Hu Xianxian's discomfort gradually disappeared, and she stroked his chin and looked at him apologetically.

"Xianxian, are you better?" He let her go, "You rest for a while, I'll meditate and pranayama first." ”

She wrapped herself in the quilt and shrunk aside. He sat cross-legged in the corner of the bed to breathe, at first with a complicated look on his face, then slowly calmed down, and after about a pillar of incense, he took a breath to finish.

Cheng Haofeng opened his eyes and saw Hu Xianxian looking sad, so he stroked her hair and said softly: "Don't think too much, it will be solved." ”

"I'm making you uncomfortable, can I not think about it?" She knew that he was * mixed with anger that caused his breath to be disturbed, so he needed to meditate and breathe.

"It's not that you're making me uncomfortable, it's providence. How could my immortal be able to deliver his body and mind in such a hurry? It must have been providence to make me more solemn. ”

He didn't say what her physical condition was, but she could guess that the spell she had placed had something to do with men and women. However, she didn't know why the spell worked because of intimacy, and how to solve it.

Cheng Haofeng rubbed her scattered hair and comforted her: "That spell is really easy to solve, our top priority is to help King Shenjun ascend the throne as soon as possible." Only by helping him the golden dragon soar can we do other things to gather more strength. ”

Hu Xianxian sighed softly, with his character, if it was easy to break the spell, he would have done it a long time ago. He prevaricated with other words, but there was little hope.

Since he didn't want her to worry, she didn't say anything and listened to his arrangement.

"Is the comb still there? I'll help you comb your hair. Cheng Haofeng didn't want to talk too much about heavy topics, so he asked her with a smile.

"Of course it's still there." It was a wooden comb carved by his own hand, not exquisite, but the most precious, and she always carried it with her.

She handed him the comb and sat down at the dresser. Everything here is transformed by spiritual power, and it is fake; For he is true.

Cheng Haofeng stood behind her and slowly combed her waist-length hair. He first combed her with two pigtails as before, then tied them with ribbons, and then dismantled them after a while.

"The person in the mirror should be bright and lively, why is he so sad? I must have thought I was wearing the wrong hairstyle. ”

Cheng Haofeng kissed the top of her head, and she smiled at the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror, how did she become a bitter gourd face? She didn't want him to add any more trouble, so she tried her best to smile beautifully, and the smile in the mirror was particularly moving.

He re-coiled her hair, and when he combed it, she was amazed herself.

In the diamond mirror against the background of the candle shadow, the jade face is as delicate as a begonia, and the bun is layered like an ink cloud.

This hairstyle is to comb the forehead and double hair on the back of the head, and then fold the back hair in a coil, and finally gather all the hair under the head swirl, and twist it into a begonia flower shape.

The hairstyle is called "Butterfly Play Begonia Spring". This is the new young woman's hairstyle, and the Central Plains women love to comb it when they are newly married.

"Begonia spring sleeps, delicate and attracts butterflies." Cheng Haofeng whispered casually, really like a new aunt enjoying the pleasure of the boudoir.

Hu Xianxian chuckled charmingly, and her smile still unconsciously brought a trace of sadness. She understood his intentions, and he must have been looking forward to bunning her hair in a bun to show that she was already a wife.

In the past, she only knew that not being able to have it was suffering, but now she knows that it is also suffering if she wants to give and can't give.

Cheng Haofeng pressed her shoulders with both hands and smiled in the mirror, and she also smiled in the mirror. The double shadows in the mirror are smiling, and the background of the red candles and red tents lined with the double shadows gradually changes back to the appearance of chaotic stones and barren herbs.

He withdrew his hand from her shoulder, his hands clenched so tightly that the joints were "creaking". He gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the hosta on her bun, and the bun was scattered.

"Xianxian, I'd better make your hair better, so as not to make them laugh."

Hu Xianxian turned around and hugged him, sobbing and crying. She sat on the stool, and he stood, caressing her head buried in his chest, also choked up.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not good. You're so happy without me by your side. Blame me, blame me, whenever you get close to me, you always make you cry. ”

Before they knew it, it was getting dark, and they couldn't delay it any longer. Cheng Haofeng tried his best to calm down and persuaded her.

Hu Xianxian's voice was hoarse, and he stopped crying, but he still couldn't help sobbing. She turned away, and the mirror in front of her had not yet dissipated, and she sat upright while he combed her hair.

The bun only needs to be combed through the hair, and the hairpin is not stable after the top of the head is tightened, and Cheng Hao combs it for her quickly.

She took a few deep breaths, barely suppressed her sadness, and asked him to sit down, and she helped him comb his bun.

In the mirror, he has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a warm and light smile, a short stubble around his lips, and a somewhat haggard face.

"Growing so many beards overnight?"

"Think about what you think, and the more you think about it, the faster your beard will grow."

"Really? I've been thinking about me all the time, how long does that have to go? ”

"It won't be very long, it's all used to tie you, and when the thoughts are wrapped around your heart, they can tie you firmly to your side."

"Do you think I didn't miss you when we separated?"

Cheng Haofeng stood up and waved his hand, and the dresser dissipated, "I don't know if you miss me, and you don't know if I miss you, we have become wood and stone in each other's hearts." ”

"yes, we're a good match, a pair of fools."

In the soft conversation and laughter, the clothes on the two of them also changed from a red wedding dress back to a simple robe, and the beautiful scenery last night was only like a begonia spring dream.

"Haofeng, let's go back to Stone Castle soon, they should be in a hurry."

"Don't worry, we'll have to negotiate before we go back. Well, there are some things that you can't let them know yet, and you have to suffer some grievances. ”

Of course, Hu Xianxian understands that there are some things that can't be let them know, otherwise there will be more troubles.

"Don't be aggrieved, I'll do what you say."

"Okay, you first use the method of 'cutting off love' and re-seal this strand of love into the Huixin Jade Sword."

"Nope! We're still like nothing has happened, and they won't know. His howl was still echoing as he drew the silk that day, and she was afraid to hear it again.

"Just promise me, you should do whatever I say! Disobedient in the blink of an eye? Cheng Haofeng was a little angry, but more distressed.

The tears she had just stopped were falling straight down like beads of broken threads, he hugged her into his arms, patted her on the back and said, "Even if you can hide it from the sixth senior brother, can you hide it from heaven?" Besides, it is just sealed into the Huixin Jade Sword, not directly extracting the love silk, so it won't hurt very much. ”

Seeing her raise her head and look at him stupidly, he wiped away her tears, "It's okay, there is only a wisp of love attached to the distracting thoughts, how can it be painful?" “

As he spoke, his gaze became firmer and sharper, "Don't worry, I can't directly find Zacuo to solve the spell for the time being, but I will definitely solve this matter." When I am strong enough to stand up to all the powers, I will pay for my pain a hundredfold and a thousandfold. ”

Hatred is a dark emotion, and cultivators should not have hatred. However, hatred is also the driving force for the weak to rush forward in despair.

Letting go of hatred and treating grievances as clouds of smoke is contempt for the enemy after becoming a strong man. The body and mind are strong enough to be qualified to truly let go of hatred.

If you are in a period of being bullied, hatred can inspire fighting spirit. Without hatred, he has become a soft bone to be slaughtered. That pretending to be generous is just hypocrisy and cowardice, not transparency and open-mindedness.

Hu Xianxian didn't hesitate any longer, summoned the Huixin Jade Sword, and poured all his spiritual power into the sword.

"Wisdom Jade Sword, Cutting Love!"

The sound of clear cheers began, and the distracting thoughts attached to Cheng Haofeng's body peeled off.

With a faint light and shadow, it was exactly the same Cheng Haofeng smiling at him. Hu Xianxian held back her tears and sealed the distracting thoughts sent by this wisp of love into her sword, she couldn't hesitate, delaying it for a minute more was to make Cheng Haofeng's body suffer a little more.

Cheng Haofeng said that it was okay, but she knew that although this time it was not as painful as withdrawing from the love silk, it was much beyond the ability of ordinary people to bear.

Can it not hurt?

A thorn hurts when you pierce your heart, and it hurts even more when you pull it out. Pull it out and stick it in your heart? Unbearable pain? The thorn in the heart is so pricked and plucked, it seems a little ridiculous.

After Hu Xianxian cast the spell, he held Cheng Haofeng's hand and smiled at him. She tried to smile brighter, laughing so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks.

He didn't exhale pain, but his closed eyes, the corners of his lips tightened, and his clenched hands were all manifestations of his confusion in pain.

Why bother? Why did you provoke him? If she had known that this would happen, she would never have provoked him again.

Hu Xianxian's hand held his hand, and he suddenly snorted and grabbed her hand. He clung to her, her finger bones almost crushing him.

She didn't use her spiritual power to alleviate the pain, which was no match for the pain of remorse in her heart.

When the distracting thoughts were sealed, the love thread was gone, and Cheng Haofeng was already in a half-coma in pain.

His eyes flickered open and closed, his gaze was half confused and half indifferent, and it took half an hour before he tightened his brows and looked around.

Cheng Haofeng looked at her after calming down, there was a lot less emotion in his eyes, but he was still very concerned about her: "Don't be afraid, I just can't feel that passion, and my heart feels like something is missing." Even so, I know exactly what it should be good for. ”

"I'm not afraid you're going to treat me badly...... I don't deserve you to be nice to me...... I'm too willful......" She really thinks that she shouldn't see him again, and provokes him to suffer again.

"How can you be capricious? You are very well-behaved and obedient. Remember, we still have a long way to go, so don't feel guilty about this little thing, because having a burden on your mind will delay your future practice. ”

The morning sun is rising, the morning light is bright, Cheng Haofeng blows lightly in her ear, and looks at the morning glow hand in hand.

She smiled, smiling like a morning glow. You can't always indulge in remorse and self-blame, he's right, there's still a long way to go. Even if there are shortcomings in the heart, we still need to pursue perfection.

Cheng Haofeng pointed to the void while writing and said to her: "If you keep ignoring me and avoiding me, I will be even more upset, and I really don't need to blame myself." ”

He wrote and drew a few lines of gold-edged ink in the air:

Brew a glass of love spirits and indulge in time. The red face after being drunk has brightened all the past. Love is the most beautiful paradise, and never regret love. I hope to be drunk for a long time, and I don't want to wake up alone, and spend a long time with you.

Hu Xianxian also wrote a few lines in the void:

Drink a glass of love liquor and indulge in sleep. The wine tastes better and better over time, and there will be a lot of fragrance in the future. Your love is my paradise, and I'm glad to be able to love you. Intoxicated for you, never awakened, and you will be desolate to the earth.