Fantasy: The Lolita I picked up turned out to be Dao

"This sweet-scented osmanthus is already in full bloom."

"Yeah, it's autumn time again." Qianqian sat in the courtyard, watching the osmanthus trees wafting sweetly, making the surroundings full of sweetness.

"I don't know how the master is doing now," Yu Xian'er sat down beside Qianqian.

At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew, and Qianqian wrapped her shawl tighter again.

"Is it cold?" Yu Xian'er asked with concern, "How about we go back to the house."

"Fortunately, it's okay to sit in the courtyard for a while."

"Sir, it has been a hundred years since he left." After Yu Xian'er's words fell, the two girls looked at the blue sky at the same time.

"I don't know where he is now."

A hundred years ago, Qianqian, the spirit of Luo Qin's nine chaotic worlds, had undergone a mutation, showing signs of dissipating and merging with the nine chaotic worlds.In order to avoid Qianqian's disappearance, Luo Qin spent a lot of energy to make new cores for his nine chaotic worlds to replace Qianqian's role.But Qianqian, who was separated from the nine chaotic worlds, was unable to cultivate because of her own incompleteness, and the spiritual power in her body continued to dissipate.

If things go on like this, Qianqian cannot escape the end of dissipating in the end.

In order for Qianqian to become a real cultivator, Luo Qin tried his best. Fortunately, he is the master of his nine complete chaotic worlds, and most of the treasures can be found in his own world.But the most critical mature world core cannot be obtained from one's own world.

Qianqian must need the energy of a mature world core to rebuild her life, and this energy cannot be the energy of Luo Qin's own nine worlds, but must be the energy of another world.

For this reason, Luo Qin went to other strange worlds to find the mature core of the world.

In order to prevent the spiritual power in her body from dissipating too quickly, Qianqian completely sealed all her power, waiting for Luo Qin's return like a mortal.And Yuxian'er stayed behind to take on the responsibility of accompanying and protecting Qianqian.

"I never thought that a hundred years would be so long." After a long time, Qianqian said again, "If it is a mortal, this life, maybe even the next life, will be waiting together."

"Every autumn, sister Qianqian always misses her husband very much."

"Perhaps it's because the maple leaves are turning red and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, but I still can't see him." Qianqian raised her hand, picked up a fallen leaf floating on the table, and stared at it in front of her eyes, "I'm afraid that this winter will be particularly cold." It’s cold, and I’m afraid that spring will come, and it will be extra late.”

"Let's not talk about that." Yu'er felt Qianqian's melancholy.

It was a build-up over the years and a worry that my own life was dissipating.

Maintaining Qianqian's existence requires a lot of energy. Even if you seal all your power and let yourself live like a mortal, the energy consumption is still astonishing.

The first hundred years have passed, but Qianqian knows, and Yu Xian'er also knows, that Qianqian may not be able to wait for the second hundred years.

"Let's not talk about that," Yuxian'er said, "Do you want to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake this year? Make sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

"It must have been done." At this point, Qianqian's face had some other colors.She stood up, feeling a little impatient.

Collecting sweet-scented osmanthus is Yu'er's job. She used her cultivation and quickly collected a large amount of sweet-scented osmanthus.But screening and cleaning these sweet-scented osmanthus requires the two daughters to do it slowly and manually.

"How is your world?" Smelling the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, Qianqian's mood seemed to improve again, and she asked Yuxian'er while she was busy.

Yuxian'er has long been a world-creating cultivation base, and has the chaotic world created by herself.But just like other creators, there is only one world.Although Yuxian'er's chaotic world has just been born, it has shown great potential both in terms of scale and level.

"It's still being perfected." Yuxian'er said, "Besides, it's always just one world, and there's no way to give birth to a second world. I don't know why sir, but there are nine worlds. One world, and There is no such thing as a world spirit being born."

"Yeah, that's him, who created nine worlds for some reason. That's why I was born." Qianqian said, "And I should have been integrated into the nine worlds to make the world structure completely stable. It made me fall in love with the existence that created myself. This emotion made me and the nine worlds unstable. If the nine worlds collapsed, even he would have his life in danger."

"It's like, he is so powerful, no one can bring him disaster again, except me"

"Calamity and fate are difficult to distinguish." Yuxian'er said, "and we have spent such a long time together. If we are mortals, our life span is just a few decades, and we can still love beautifully and heroically."

Both of them fell into silence again and said nothing more.

All the sweet-scented osmanthus has been cleaned up, the branches and leaves removed, washed again, and spread out in the yard, waiting to dry.

"I don't know if he will encounter danger outside." Qianqian suddenly said something as if thinking of something again.

"No, sir is extremely powerful," Yu Xian'er said, "not to mention that there are only a few monks who have cultivated to the creation of the world, most of the worlds that sir go to are naturally born worlds, and even if you enter other In the founder's world, those founders can't do anything to Mister."

"Yes, he is extremely powerful."

In the evening, the two finished their work in the front yard and went to the backyard to prepare dinner.

Qianqian was busy cooking, while Yuxian'er went to the cellar.There are more than 100 jars of wine in the cellar, all of which are sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed every year.One altar is placed here every year.

Yuxian'er took the earliest jar and prepared to drink it today.

At night, the bright moon is in the sky. Although it is not Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon in late autumn is even brighter.

In the gazebo, Qianqian was lying drunk, and now that she is a mortal, her drinking capacity is limited after all.Yuxian'er covered Qianqian with a blanket, and then sat beside Qianqian, sipping fine wine while staring blankly at Mingyue.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine tastes sweet, but it cannot avoid the astringent taste of petals.But this has become the unique flavor of this wine.

"Sir, it feels like you are far away from Yu'er. We are no longer under the same sky, under the same moonlight."

Under the moonlight, Yuxian'er misses Luo Qin.

In her sleep, Qianqian was also looking for Luo Qin.

"Love is born and cannot be extinguished, regardless of fate or calamity; the mortal dust is scattered, and there is no regret. Qin, I have waited for your mortal life, and the next is mine. When will you come back. "