There is no time for cultivating immortals.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It's not salty, it's not bland, it's almost set in stone.

"Hello chirp!" In a stone room, a girl wearing a very heavy white and gray dress just opened her eyes and sneezed three times in a row.

As the owner trembled, the garment shook off the 'dew' like rain hitting a banana fan.

"Mamma Mia! ahem...... How did I become a clay figure!", the girl frowned and waved her hand, but the dust on her hand became heavier.

All of a sudden, the sound of a violent cough was loud.

This person is Lin Qianqian, the master (apprentice) who has been forced to retreat for more than 40 years.

Just when Lin Qianqian was shrouded in the 'dew' that was about to cover the sky, she held her breath and clapped her hands vigorously and twisted a cleaning technique.

After 'rinsing', the girl sitting cross-legged finally revealed her full picture.

The bangs on the forehead are scattered at will, the curls of the hair are cute and playful, lining the whole small face more and more like a fairy, and the green silk is only curled up with a wide red ribbon embellished with a white pearl, making the black hair appear more elegant.

The breeze outside the small window came slowly, and the black hair and ribbon fluttered lightly like the wind, dazzling like the sunset.

Wearing a long dress of don't forget the grass-colored flowers and flowing fairies, Lin Qian's eyelashes trembled slightly, opened one eye, and exhaled.

(Popular science: don't forget that the grass color is a little close to light blue)

The moment the 'dew' dissipated, the vision was wide and bright.

Twenty or thirty square meters of white stone room, except for a hard stone bed, and a soft couch that Lin Qianqian moved over by begging for Bailai, there is nothing else.

After more than 40 years of retreat, or meditation, it was like dormancy, but there was no consciousness.

It's boring, but when your heart really calms down, you'll discover the beauty in it, like monks and nuns in temples.

They have been fasting, chanting Buddha, and purifying almost all their lives, knocking on wooden fish every day, sitting in meditation and purifying.

Why are they able to hold on?

Because they're already enjoying it, they don't feel like it's an ascetic.

Life is too noisy, so you need to be quiet.

From sitting and standing for a long time at the beginning, to looking out of the window in a daze from time to time, and then to the real contemplation and enlightenment in the back, I found the state, and I felt less and less difficult.

This was the first time she felt that her whole body and mind had been quiet for a long time, and her whole body was warm.

It's as if a baby is wrapped in warm amniotic fluid, unconsciously and completely relaxed.

In the past fifty years, I haven't done anything, but the realm in the later stage of distraction is more stable and steady.

Raise your hand slightly and remove the barrier.

The daily morning bell of the Xianmen Sect carries the spiritual power of 'dong-dong-dong-dong' and is familiar with it.

This time it's rare to listen patiently, I haven't listened to it for so long, and I really miss it.

Lin Qianqian just woke up and looked at the door with some clear and misty eyes, paused, and suddenly pursed his small mouth and the grimace outlined by pulling the corners of his eyelids and mouth, instantly destroyed the fairy temperament that had strayed into the world.

He stood up, strode to the door, his skirt rippled into a hibiscus in the wind because of the large movements, and opened the door with vicious eyes.

"Hmph!", Xiao Xiao snorted, Lin Qianqian's eyes rolled, smiled evilly, turned around and flew away lightly.

Come to the pink oak door and push it open with brute force.

'Squeak-la' was so loud, Lin Qianqian hurriedly looked around, and floated in like a light mist.

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Another stone chamber.

A pale white and blue sect robe was majestic and upright, sitting upright in the center of the stone bed.

The lightweight gauze is trimmed with silver wire, the hem is embroidered with a snow-white piping with an elegant green bamboo leaf pattern, and the three thousand strands are fixed with a mutton fat jade hairpin.

Compared to the other, the white ash on his body was like a thin frost.

The long eyelashes that were upturned like a fan hung with a thin layer of 'frost', and the moment the sound of the door sounded, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly gently waving its wings.

He opened his eyes, and a pair of cold pupils swept towards the door with a fierce color, instantly penetrating the two doors, and when he touched something, the divine sense attack softened into water.

The master has grown up again...... However, it is still so smart and cute, people can't help it...... The Divine Consciousness takes pity on it and quietly withdraws it.

The fingertips moved slightly, and the frost and dew were gone.

The gestures became more and more elegant and calm, noble and graceful, brushed his sleeves, and slowly walked to the door.

In the past 40 years, because he was worried about Lin Qianqian, he woke up three or five times halfway, and watched her meditate and cultivate little by little, and he gradually entered the state.

I was afraid that I would be soft-hearted, so I didn't dare to go in to see her.

The depth of love is responsible.

He didn't want to experience the heart-wrenching feeling she had felt last time she almost died in front of him.

It's like, the master stretched out a pair of hands, grabbed him, and was about to climb out of the abyss, when the master was shot down, and he also fell.

The whole heart was soaked in hot oil, and at that moment, the throat was tightly choked, and I couldn't breathe.

Almost... And he lost her.

Chu Ming covered his violently undulating chest, a trace of red light flashed under his cold eyes, like a terrible ghost seeking his life in the underworld, and his thin lips spit out word by word: "There will be no next time." ”

Gritting his teeth fiercely, as if he was promising someone.

In such a flash, the people outside the door had already gone away, and he was fixed, and he pulled his big hand and pushed the door away.

On the other side, Lin Qianqian clapped his hands with satisfaction.

Hehe laughed twice, turned around and ran!

"Boom-"

"Oh, my mother!", Lin Qianqian took a few big steps back, squatted down suddenly, trembling and rubbing with his little hands, "Whoa, it hurts, woooooooo

Chu Ming's eyes were still on those clothes, and he didn't expect Lin Qianqian to suddenly rush out, so he only had time to deflect his body.

Ignoring his slightly aching internal organs, he hurriedly picked up Lin Qianqian's face.

The girl's pear blossom brought rain, through the gap between her onion-like fingers, her soft and smooth forehead was swollen and swollen because of the 'car accident', and her cheeks and nose were red because of sobbing.

When he gently lifted his face, the fine sideburns had a messy beauty, and a handful of them floated to the corners of his lips, and his ruddy mouth was deflated, and he looked at him with tears.

Chu Ming's heart was choked, and he gasped sharply, trying to focus on her injured forehead.

The hand gently moved her little hand, the palm of the hand was attached to the ice spiritual power, and gently rubbed the little bag that was a little embarrassed, a little funny but did not dare to show it.

The girl was a little embarrassed to lower her eyes, in fact, she was not so fragile, when she first learned to cook, she cut a large piece of her own flesh, and she only blew it with her mouth, and then she put a band-aid on her own medicine to finish the job.

may also be that she knows very well that it is useless to cry with a person's tears. When I came here, I had a lot of relatives and friends, and suddenly I was a lot more hypocritical......

It's a bad state, she... It's the one who wants to go back.

Lin Qian pursed his lips, feeling the pity and tenderness of the other party, and he didn't know why his heart was a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Yurun covered her heart with her fingers, trying to let it go a little.

"Master, don't be so reckless next time, does it still hurt?", Chu Ming saw that the small bag had disappeared a little, but it was still a little red, and his lips were pressed together, and he gently gave her a snort.

Lin Qianqian, whose hand had just been put on his heart, stiffened, and the tingling sensation from his forehead, which was almost painless, quickly spread to his whole body, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

rubbed his heart vigorously, quickly stood up, lowered his eyes and said in disguise: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I will go back to the room first." ”

After saying that, he rushed out of the room like smoke.

"......", the master is always so hot.