Shui Miaomiao has been forced to memorize "The Record of Killing Yuan Shan's Creation" fluently.
Closing her eyes, Shui Miaomiao sat up cross-legged on the spot, following the instructions of the exercise and circulating her spiritual power...
When he opened his eyes again, Shui Miaomiao felt sore all over.
Getting up from the ground, Shui Miaomiao wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and slept sprawled out on the hard floor all night. It was strange that her whole body was not sore.
Shifting her right leg, Shui Miaomiao frowned slightly. She still felt a little pain, but she also knew that this was mostly psychological.
About a quarter of an hour after I started practicing "The Record of Killing the Origin of Good Creation" last night, the iron chains on my legs slowly retracted.
Holding the door, Shui Miaomiao slowly stood up, hopped on one foot and leaned towards the bed. She didn't know what time it was, Shui Miaomiao thought while changing clothes.
Her clothes stink.
It's a bit like what I read in the past, about practicing the exercises overnight to eliminate impurities from the body.
But only the clothes smelled bad. Shui Miaomiao felt refreshed. Except for her right foot, it still hurt and she didn't dare to touch the ground.
After lazily combing her hair, Shui Miaomiao left the room wearing a black silk skirt and a white gauze skirt.
It was very quiet inside the fairy boat. From the glass window, it was still dark outside because it was still very early. However, Shui Miaomiao was not sleepy at all. On the contrary, she was still a little energetic.
Lame and walking slowly, Shui Miaomiao stood at the top of the stairs, smiling mischievously.
Grabbing her dress, Shui Miaomiao climbed up the handrail of the stairs and slid down to the first floor.
The table and chairs that he knocked over last night had already been replaced with new ones, and the sharp corners of the table were also wrapped with cloth.
"Haha." Shui Miaomiao beamed, seeing that this was Si Chu's masterpiece.
Using her spiritual power, Shui Miaomiao moved the stool on the side to the table, sat down gracefully, and threw herself on the table. Shui Miaomiao used her fingers to pull the corner of the table that was hugged by the cloth.
I always felt that this light was a bit too monotonous. Shui Miaomiao liked furry things. She plucked out Shui Yingyin and found a piece of white fur from an unknown animal.
Shui Miaomiao used the wind control technique to create wind blades, cut the fur, and then embedded them on the cloth at the corner of the table.
Maybe it was too early to wake up and no one would come out. Shui Miaomiao smiled openly, summoning flames and water splashes to make them look like various familiar people.
Immortal Master Xianyan got up at some point and appeared at the door, looking at Shui Miaomiao on the first floor.
How come after just one night, Shui Miaomiao felt like she suddenly changed drastically?
In the past, Shui Miaomiao had a self-destructive tendency. When no one was around, she seemed to be surrounded by three big words, "I want to die." Now, her whole person suddenly became brighter and she no longer suppressed herself.
Shui Miaomiao was supposed to have a flamboyant and dazzling character. From the moment he climbed the ladder to heaven and paid homage to his ancestor, Xianyan Xianzun thought so.
But later, Xianyan Xianzun always felt that he had made a mistake.
But that's not right. If Shui Miaomiao has a submissive character, how did she attract the young master of the Hua family and the fourth master of the Lan family.
Later, Xianyan Xianzun realized that Shui Miaomiao had been suppressing himself, feeling like he was punishing himself for atonement.
But even if she suppresses herself, Shui Miaomiao's true temperament occasionally revealed is enough to attract people.
Immortal Master Xianyan suddenly wanted to ask which kind-hearted person opened up Shui Miaomiao's Ren and Du channels.
Yesterday, Shui Miaomiao practiced "The Record of Killing the Yuanshan Good Creation" for less than half an hour, and after only turning around for a week, she was so tired that she lost strength and fell asleep on the ground.
You think it is the credit of the "Records of the Origin and Good Creation of Killing the Body".
In fact, it is the credit of 'God'~
Shui Miaomiao's first thought when she woke up was, 'Don't let me catch you! '
No matter what kind of ghost it is, when Shui Miaomiao finds it, he will chop it into pieces to vent his anger.
Shui Miaomiao hated being controlled the most in her life, just like those relatives who always let her go on blind dates for her own good. She never compromised before her parents died.
She didn't agree with those remarks that life was incomplete unless she got married, and she still didn't agree with it now, and wanted a marriage certificate.
I just want to burn it to my parents and let them hold it below, and then wait for those long-tongued relatives to come down and slap them in the face.
But now that I think about it, it doesn’t feel good to be slapped in the face like this. She wants the marriage certificate, but she will definitely not torture herself. She wants to live a happy life.
And let the guy called 'God' know that it is controlling the wrong person!
'Puch! '
Shui Miaomiao used flames to shape Mu An, and subconsciously made Mu Cang out of water.
At first glance, it seems that the two are somewhat similar. Water and fire get closer and closer, and then cancel each other out with a 'pop' sound.
Shui Miaomiao was stunned for a second, then chuckled.
How could the person who was laughing so hard that he was rolling forward and backward be the same person? Although he called them little brothers, Mu Cang didn't have any immortality.
If Mu Cang could enter the world of gods and demons, he would definitely force the person to get the marriage certificate as soon as possible, and then throw the person out of the world of gods and demons and let him play by himself.
Who dared him to cancel his marriage?
Shui Miaomiao gently smoothed her hair and raised her eyes to see Xianyan Xianzun.
"Immortal Lord! Good morning!" The green silk brushed across the jade neck, Shui Miaomiao stood up, smiled sternly, and showed aura of Shui Miaomiao.
His heart felt like it stopped beating for a second. Immortal Master Xianyan squeezed the bone fan in his hand and said, "Good morning, little junior sister. Are you in a good mood today?"
"It's great." Shui Miaomiao almost said this through gritted teeth, and then smiled lightly, "I had cramps in my legs last night. I wonder if they will cramp again today."
"Leg cramps? Then call Sijun to come and take a look at you."
"No need, I can handle it myself. By the way, Immortal Lord, are you hungry?"
Immortal Master Xianyan shook his bone fan lightly and smiled without saying a word. Shui Miaomiao's other changes were not obvious for the time being, but she was obviously a little bolder and dared to call herself to cook.
"I woke up from hunger. If my leg hadn't been lame, I would have gone to the kitchen to cook it myself."
"Four beauties!" Immortal Master Xianyan shouted softly.
When the sound fell, Sijun appeared out of nowhere and saluted, "Xian Yanxian Zun."
"Ouch!" Shui Miaomiao on the first floor exclaimed, "This movement is amazing."
Immortal Master Xianyan glanced at Shui Miaomiao and said, "If you want to learn, little junior sister, let Sijun teach you."
Shui Miaomiao quickly waved her hand and refused, "That's no need. I may have to practice a lot recently and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up."
"Are you still busy?" Immortal Master Xianyan chuckled, turned and walked towards Baili Zhengyong's room, "Shui Miaomiao said she is hungry, go get her something to eat."
"What do you want to eat, Miaomiao?" Si Miao asked.
"Hmm~~" Shui Miaomiao said thoughtfully: "I want to eat sheep scorpions, roasted pig's trotters, and brain-popping flowers..."
Really good at it, Xianyan Xianzun opened Baili Zhengyong's door.
Baili Zhengyong looked at Xianyan Xianzun, who was smiling brightly. He was momentarily stunned. Was he dazzled?
It seems that I will still have to sleep for an hour or two at night in the future and cannot practice all the time.
Baili Zhengyong thought and pinched himself.
Xianyan Xianzun raised his eyebrows and closed the bone fan. When he saw Baili Zhengyong again, he always felt that he was not normal. Was he stupid to go out and wander around?
After a while, I called Sijun to come and have a look.
