What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Bai Xingyun's speaking style has not changed at all.

Before, she would definitely be annoyed by this flirtatious joke, but after knowing the inside story, she understood what he meant—don't get close.

She didn't stop walking, and after a few steps, she was enveloped in the hazy cold air together with Bai Xingyun, and disappeared into two delicate phantoms.

Bai Xingyun heard the bell sound mixed with insect hissing slowly approaching, a drop of water that had just formed on his forehead suddenly slid into his tight lip line, and the scorching pain burst out.

"Okay."

She agreed with a smile.

Zhang was startled intermittently, suspecting that something was wrong with his ears being frozen by the air-conditioning.

"..." Bai Xingyun was silent, and said softly, "Well, then please invite Brother Zhang to drink a cup of hot tea in the hall for now."

Zhang Duanxu didn't dare to look again, he quickly moved away after hearing this.

Sitting on the bank of the soup pool, Feng Fu said to the wet-clothed beauty who was just a short distance away: "You still need to wear clothes while soaking in the water?"

He turned his head, pushed aside the cold water and fog, and looked up at the wind talisman: "Ah talisman doesn't like it, so I won't wear it next time."

That hateful and lovely face was almost attached to her hand, as long as she raised her wrist a little, she could easily caress his cheek, pinch his jaw, and look down and play to her heart's content.

Her eyes were darkened by this thought.

"Are you going to marry me?"

He asked the question in a tone of anticipation and earnestness.

"..."

Feng Talisman put one hand into the cold spring, and made the sound of gurgling water: "Spending in this cold spring on a light snow day, Master Bai really has icy muscles and bones, so elegant."

"Did A Fu hear something?" Bai Xingyun smiled, "Why are you worried about me?"

She said calmly: "I already know."

"Know what?"

"I know why you want to marry me."

"Oh, why?"

Feng Fu didn't answer, but asked instead: "These few days are when you are having an attack? Is it useful to soak here?"

Bai Xingyun's smile seemed to have finally been frozen by the cold. He lowered his eyes slightly, letting the water vapor stay on his eyelashes for a while, and when he raised his eyes again, there were crystal clear jade beads rolling down from them.

"What do you want to do here today?"

His voice, which has lost its camouflage, has the weakness of autumn leaves falling and rivers flowing.

Fengfu frowned: "Hold out your hand, let me see."

He smiled gently: "So you don't want to be my wife, but my doctor."

She was lazy to argue with him, and reached out to grab the wet arm hidden under the water, but it seemed that what she touched was not human skin, but a piece of iron.She quickly went to feel his pulse, but the turbulent and chaotic pulse made her speechless. After a long while, she barely managed to utter a few words: "Why... are you still alive?"

These words seem very ugly, but she is not out of sinister irony, but out of genuine doubts.

Judging from the pulse condition, Bai Xingyun is at the last step of madness. It stands to reason that his meridians should have burst to death long ago. Even if he resists with deep internal strength, the tight string can no longer hold back the slightest tugging. With his life hanging by a thread, how could he be so calm?

"A lonely heart starts from the heart. With you here today, how can I die so easily?"

He still had the strength to joke with her.

"Don't talk anymore, listen to me recite the "Qingjing Sutra"."

The wind talisman straightened his body, and he himself sat cross-legged behind him, tapped the cold spring water with two fingertips, pressed it on his Fengfu acupoint, and poured the cool air that can soothe evil dryness. into his back.

"If one can always be quiet, all the heaven and the earth will return."

The scriptures she recited are not just chanting verbally, but also the comfort of injecting the true energy of the "Final Wind Jue".

She knew that raising a glass was not enough, and there were many masters to help those who were possessed by demons in ancient times, but their inner demons were not eliminated, and suppression or appeasement were only expedient strategies.

Bai Xingyun naturally knew it too.

But even if she didn't do anything, just sitting next to him so that she could hear her breathing was a great relief.

A moment later, he raised his hand to grab the two fingers of the wind talisman, and said slowly: "The Qingjing Sutra is too gentle, it is of no use to me, you might as well tell some chilling ghost legends, maybe it will be useful .”

"...I haven't heard of it, and I don't know how to talk about it."

He smiled gently: "Then let me tell you. Have you ever heard the story of the monk Xingyun?"

Fengfu sneered: "Oh? Which unlucky monk has the same name as you?"

"He is indeed a poor man." Bai Xingyun sighed deeply. "When he was cleaning the Buddhist temple, he spoke frivolously to a statue of a goddess holding a lotus, saying that if there was such a beautiful woman in the world, he would definitely marry her. As a result, that night A woman who called herself Lotus Lady came to his house, saying that she was inspired by him and came to meet her."

"Oh, obscene monk." She snorted coldly.

"Later, the woman sent her maidservant to prepare the curtains and tidy up the meditation room. Soon, the lights in the room went out..."

Feng Fu's face became hot: "You, are you sure you want to talk about this?"

He smiled lowly: "Ah Fu, I haven't said anything yet, what did you think of?"

"..."

"Then, Xingyun's screams and the sound of gnawing teeth and chewing bones came from outside the house, and there was another curse: 'The thief bald slave, send you to leave home to shave your hair, why do you have delusions?'"

Fengfu was startled.

"The monk arrived and broke through the wall to peep, and found that the woman and the maidservant were two yakshas taller than giants. You see, it is said that the peony flower died under the peony flower, and ghosts are also romantic, but they died under the yaksha's bite. I'm afraid the wind won't be blowing up."

Bai Xingyun spoke exceptionally fluently, obviously he had already mastered the story by heart.

Feng Fu looked at him: "This story does have the effect of alerting the world. However, if you tell it...are you mocking me as that Yasha?"

The other party smiled: "Ah Fu thinks he is a yaksha? Then what you should do is to kill that obscene monk who has an evil heart."

Feng Fu frowned, and suddenly remembered a sentence that Bai Xingyun answered casually that day.

——If you are still so shameless, I will...

--kill me?

Perhaps in his heart, what he did was no different from taking his life.

Until now, she still didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. She and Bai Xingyun had concealed something from each other at that time, and it was an accident of mutual use.

But she couldn't turn a blind eye to this result. To truly sever ties with him, she had to find a solution to Guxin.

Killing him might be an option.

"I've done a good job in life, why should I be a Yaksha?" Feng Fu said arrogantly, "What do people bother to act like a monster."

Bai Xingyun closed his eyes, and said again: "Then, if you regard yourself as a monk who is seduced by beauty, you have to be careful of that lotus lady who invites you—"

There was a faint smile on his lips: "Will he suddenly become a yaksha ghost who eats people and doesn't spit out bones in the next moment?"

Fengfu's eyes sharpened.

The other party is reminding her?Indeed, compared to her own, Bai Xingyun's appearance is more enchanting. Perhaps, in this story, she is the wandering monk Xingyun.

Why do you feel delusional when you send you away from home to shave your hair?

"Bai Xingyun, I will not kill you for such a reason."

"Why?"

She restrained her face and held her breath: "If I kill you out of fear of your revenge, I will also indulge you out of delusion."

Bai Xingyun's smile faded away.

"How can I easily change my decision just because of your few words? Headmaster Bai, you should continue to listen to me read the Qingjing Sutra—" She reached out to caress Bai Xingyun's cheek, but the other party grabbed her wrist and took advantage of the situation. into the water.

The coldness of the cold spring penetrates into the skin and soul in an instant.

After a moment of sluggishness, she heard a splash, and the person beside her jumped up suddenly, and all the splashed water splashed on her body.

She was about to turn around when she felt a hot, wide palm covering her eyes.

The man whispered in her ear: "I want to change clothes, you are not allowed to turn back."

Ah.

That's a coincidence, she has been rebellious since she was a child.

……

In this silent atmosphere, Xu Chuilu sneezed because of the inexplicable cold.

Xiao Fangdao will not be flawless, this is actually one of her many speculations, and it does not surprise her.But if this is true, it means that the source of many disputes is a lie and nothingness.

This is so... pathetic.

Xu Chuilu murmured: "Then, does Wu Que Pu really exist?"

Xiao Fangdao nodded: "It existed."

If it existed, it is now lost—no, it is completely annihilated without the possibility of reintroduction.

So why did Xiao Fangdao say that Wuque is in his hands?This lie will not do her any good, it will only cause countless troubles and dangers because of her pregnancy.She wouldn't have made up such a big lie for vanity.

And Xiao Fangdao has been pretending for so many years, but no one really suspects... No, maybe some people suspect, it is precisely because of this that she needs Xu Chuilu's "help".

"The suzerain wants me to convince them that Wuque is still in your hands?"

"good."

Xu Chuilu sighed deeply.

Fake can't replace real, Xiao Fangdao is asking a magician to forge magic.

"Before, I needed to know what kind of martial art Wu Que Pu is, what characteristics it has when it is performed, and how powerful it is—"

"this is very simple."

Xiao Fangdao pulled out the long sword under the case, and the blade of the sword issued a humming sound.

"The only one who can learn Wuque is its creator, Lou Yuge, and most people in the Jianghu have never had the chance to meet this genius, or in other words, they will not live to see Wuque in person." She stared at the sword on the edge of the sword. Ling Ranhuiguang, "However, almost every warrior can recognize Wuque, because its characteristics are so unique that those who see it will never forget it."

So, this is really the only martial art that can produce special effects?

"Wu Que Pu is divided into five volumes according to the study of the five elements, namely Ling Shuo, Sheng Hua, He Zhan, Ming Chi, and Tong Chen. The five volumes each have their own strengths and present different appearances, but they have something in common The reason is that those who practice Wuque can release the corresponding entity's 'intent' according to the degree of compatibility between themselves and these five elements."

Five... No way, she wouldn't want to extract five substances, would she?Now only the water has not been completely successful. Wouldn't it be her life to have a few more?

I have already started to feel sore, my legs are soft, my kidneys are weak, and I am tired.

Xiao Fangdao was very satisfied with her attitude, and continued: "The so-called intention refers to the sword intention of the swordsman, the sword intention of the saber technique, and the fist intention of the boxer. Wuque spectrum can make these invisible things into form, and then return to formlessness. .”

No, the special effect is mainly to reflect the difference in strength and the danger of the battle situation. If it is released continuously without distinction, it will be a special buff effect.

Xu Chuilu cooperated and said, "It's really mysterious!"

"...So, you understand?"

"understood."

Xiao Fang turned the tip of the sword slightly, with a kind expression on his face: "Can you try?"

Xu Chuilu's smile froze.

Try and die.

The author has something to say:--

[People can always be quiet, and the world will return] quoted from "Qing Jing Jing";

The story of Monk Xingyun comes from an article by Master Yundu in "Hedong Ji".

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For the name of cp...actually Xiao Xu, Fang Chui, and Daolu are all fine, I personally prefer Daolu!

I have a special obsessive-compulsive disorder about naming, and I often spend a lot of time on naming (not a good habit), but a character with a name must have a story, although it may not necessarily be written in the main story.

In fact, the title of the book is also the same. I will definitely change the title of the book to a normal one (not quite Jinjiang style) if I have a chance in the future√