MTL - Guide To the HE of the Former Female Supporting Role-Chapter 146

In August, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, and the hawthorn tree on the mountain behind Tianxueguan bears clumps of red hawthorn.

Jing Zhao also got his wish and ate the candied haws made by Xie Daochang himself. The big and red hawthorns were pierced with bamboo sticks and covered with a thick layer of syrup, which made them not so sour.

Jing Zhao ate until his cheeks bulged, and the sweet and sour taste spread from between his teeth to his heart.

It's just that it was sweet, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

The next moment, the candied haws that were not finished in his hand were suddenly taken away, one hand touched her face, and then wrapped her waist and hugged her into his arms.

"Taoist." Jing Zhao grabbed the clothes of the person in front of him with his small hands, and began to sob softly.

Xie Changyun's eyes were complex, and the emotions that were extremely difficult to understand in his whole life were almost experienced in the person in front of him, love, hatred, greed, hatred, ignorance, heartache, reluctance, jealousy, all kinds of sour emotions almost made his heart swell Full.

Xie Changyun thought with some self-deprecation, fortunately he is just a not very orthodox Taoist priest, not a serious monk, otherwise he would definitely deviate from the orthodoxy in this life if he met this goblin.

It's just a short life, so many assumptions, but he has never regretted it.

"It's just retreat, nothing will happen." Xie Changyun let go of the person in his arms slightly, reached out and wiped away the teardrops from her eyes, with a touch of helplessness and distress in his tone.

"But after you finish the retreat, you're going to cross the catastrophe, what if..." Jing Zhao tightly grasped his skirt, his misty eyes filled with fear.

The seal of the cartilage umbrella has long been damaged, and it was able to persist until now thanks to Xie Changyun's daily cultivation, but now it can no longer be maintained.

Xie Changyun must retreat and try to rebuild the demon core, otherwise he will lose this only chance of survival.

Xie Changyun held her hand, and his original determination began to waver at this moment. He could be calm in the face of life and death, but there was nothing he could do in the face of her.

"If I'm afraid, I won't retreat." Xie Changyun's eyes were as gentle as usual, but he lost his demon bones, but at least he could accompany her for a few more years, maybe after a few years, she would not be so sad anymore.

Jing Zhao cried even harder, and after crying a few times, she stopped crying by herself, broke away from his embrace and pushed the man out, "Go to retreat!"

What she seeks is never a momentary pleasure, but forever, life is like this, and death is no different.

It was precisely because Xie Changyun understood that he desperately changed his fate against the sky.

The two walked to the gate of the main hall, Xie Changyun lowered his head and pressed a kiss on the forehead of the person in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me."

Jing Zhao nodded, then watched him turn and step into the door, the door of the main hall was slowly closed.

It takes at least five days for Xie Changyun to retreat.

Jing Zhao went to sit on the railing chair in front of the door, looked up at the sky, blue sky and white clouds, red walls and green tiles, the yard was cleaned up, and there were pink and white water lilies in the tile vat in the corner. Ting.

They lived here for three years like a fairy couple, but it's a pity that she is not a fairy, and neither is Xie Changyun.

After waiting in front of the door for five consecutive days, finally on the evening of the fifth day, news came.

Jing Zhao blinked his sour eyes, and saw that the originally radiant sky gradually gathered a layer of thick and thick dark clouds, accompanied by an astonishing flash of white light, and the sky rumbled.

Jing Zhao's eyes were fixed, and he stood up while leaning on the railing, and looked up at the black cloud that gradually enveloped the entire Taoist temple, as if it was about to crush the Taoist temple. The wind howled, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Jing Zhaoruo felt something, subconsciously turned around and knocked on the door of the main hall, but before his hand touched the door, he was knocked out by a burst of dazzling white light.

The body was shot down in the courtyard. Jing Zhao lay down on the bluestone floor in the courtyard, raised his hand to slightly cover his eyes and looked at the main hall. The white light came out from the room, becoming more and more dazzling, and even dazzled the entire main hall. The temple is wrapped up.

Taoist...

Guessing that the Taoist priest had succeeded in rebuilding the demon core, but before he had time to rejoice, there was a loud noise from the sky above his head, and a purple thunderbolt with a thick arm descended in a straight line, slashing fiercely towards the main hall.

Jing Zhao's face turned pale for a moment. Seeing that the second thunderbolt was about to fall, she had no time to think, and immediately got up from the ground, trying to cast spells to reduce the power of the thunderbolt, but her power was scattered as soon as it touched the thunderlight. He also suffered the backlash from the thunder calamity, and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, and clearly recognized the power of the nine-fold thunder calamity.

This is not crossing the catastrophe, it is clearly to put people to death.

Jing Zhao looked angrily at the heavy thunder cloud above the main hall of the Taoist temple, and the fingers hanging by his side were almost dug into the palm of his hand. He resisted the pain in his chest and cast the spell again. This time, the yellow mana was bounced away before it touched the thunder light. A white figure soared into the sky from the main hall, heading straight for the thunder disaster.

After rushing out of the roof, he seemed to glance in Jing Zhao's direction. Jing Zhao paused, and before he had time to rejoice that he was safe and sound, he saw Xie Changyun's body being shot down by the lightning, and fell straight into the back mountain.

Jing Zhao gritted his teeth, flew straight up and jumped over the roof, the forest in the mountains, purple giant thunder poured down again, each thicker than the other, Jing Zhao tried to get closer, and the moment he moved forward, a small path of thunder fell on him. In front of her, as a warning, if she takes another step forward, she will be turned into flying ashes in an instant.

Jing Zhao is not afraid of death, but she wants to live with Xie Changyun more.

She stopped in place and watched Xie Changyun resist the thunder calamity again and again. Finally, the last time the purple thunder sprinkled the entire mountain forest with golden light, Xie Changyun's figure standing in the air suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared? Is... failed?

The black clouds above the head slowly dissipated, and Jing Zhao immediately ran forward.

No, nothing.

"Xie Changyun! Xie Changyun!" A bright yellow figure ran in the mountains and forests, calling the familiar name one after another, but did not get any response.

"Daoist! Don't scare me, come out, okay?" Jing Zhao searched for the spot where Lei Jie fell for a long time, and finally stopped.

She seemed to have to accept the fact that Xie Changyun had disappeared.

No, perhaps it should be said that it was wiped out under the thunder calamity, not even a soul left.

If she had known, she shouldn't have been hiding when the thunder fell just now, and if she couldn't live together, she would have died together.

Jing Zhao slid on the ground as if he was powerless, staring blankly at the wet soil on the ground, his eyes gradually turned red.

The Taoist priest is a liar, he clearly promised to come back.

He clearly said yes, but lied to her again.

The thundercloud faded, and the sky began to rain lightly. Jing Zhao looked down at the ground and slowly closed his eyes, letting the rain hit her.

The cold rain slid down his cheeks, and he suddenly felt a gentle touch.

Slightly opened the rain-wet eyelashes, and what he saw was a soft white.

Taoist...

Jing Zhao immediately opened his eyes wide, but instead of seeing the imaginary figure, he saw...a white cat?

It doesn't look like a cat, its ears stand up, pointed and long like fox ears, covered with snow-colored short hair, its limbs are slightly long, its body looks like a cat, but its tail is very Long and fluffy.

What is this?

As soon as the confusion in Jing Zhao's mind surfaced, the "white cat" stepped forward and rubbed her arm with his head, then stared at her with grape-sized eyes.

For some reason, Jing Zhao saw Xie Changyun's aura from these eyes.

Thinking of something, she tentatively said, "Could it be... you are the priest?"

The white cat uttered a cry similar to "嘿", and nodded its furry head in a small arc. Almost all human-like movements showed that Jing Zhao's guess was correct.

Before he had time to think about why the Taoist priest turned into a cat, Jing Zhao only knew that he hadn't disappeared, that he was still alive, so he happily picked up the white cat, put it into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Great, Daoist, it's great that you're fine, I thought..." Jing Zhao wept with joy, and he choked up a little at the end of the sentence, and didn't continue talking.

At this time, Xie Changyun, who could only turn into his body, was a little helpless. He struggled a little to get his head out of Jing Zhao's arms, his pink nose fluttered, and he took a slight breath before he let out a "huh" again.

Hearing his own voice, Xie Changyun's non-existent eyebrows on a white "cat" face frowned, obviously unable to accept that it was his own voice.

But Jing Zhao didn't mind, instead, after letting go of it, he held its face and kissed it hard.

Xie Changyun couldn't resist, and didn't want to resist. He knew how scared she was just now, but it's a pity that he has rebuilt the demon core now, and his cultivation base is almost scattered. He can't even transform into a basic human form, let alone speak human words. So I can only communicate with her with my original voice.

Lifting his furry feet to rest on the back of Jing Zhao's hands, Xie Changyun let out another "beep" and looked up at the sky.

Although he couldn't understand what he said, Jing Zhao could guess that he meant that it was raining heavily and told her to go home quickly.

All the anxiety, hesitation and fear when he came here disappeared at this moment, no matter what he became, as long as he was still alive, as long as he still remembered her, it was already the luckiest result.

Jing Zhao staggered up while holding the "White Cat", the pain from the injury she suffered when blocking the thunder tribulation made her almost unable to stand still. , obviously worried about her.

Jing Zhao stabilized his figure, then lowered his head and gently rubbed his face against its head, his soft voice trembling slightly: "Master Dao, I'm fine."

The Taoist priest is fine, he succeeded in crossing the tribulation, she is really happy, very happy.

Xie Changyun yelled again, rubbing his face back against her.

Jing Zhao touched its head, then picked it up and walked towards the Taoist temple.

Back at the Taoist temple, part of the main hall was damaged due to the thunder calamity, and Xie Changyun directly broke through a hole in the roof when he soared into the sky, and the broken tiles fell all over the ground, even smashing the corner of the wall A tile cylinder.

Jing Zhao still remembered that Xie Changyun told her that the white-clothed Taoist valued the main hall the most when he was around, and if he knew that his only apprentice had ruined the main hall like this, he would be so angry that he would come alive.

Jing Zhao lowered his head and leaned into Xie Changyun's ear and told him what he thought. Xie Changyun, who was obediently nestled in her arms, shook his ears, and his eyes moved lightly to the dilapidated main hall at this time, and then he casually looked away. , doesn't seem to pay much attention to it.

Jing Zhao didn't expect him to be able to repair the roof in his current state, and carried it all the way back to their room.

Compared with three years ago, a lot of things have been added to the house. A pair of white bead curtains hangs in the place separating the compartments, the bed in the inner room is covered with a good silk quilt, and a pair of clothes is added next to the wardrobe. The dressing table was polished bit by bit by Daoist Xie himself.

their little home.

Putting the "White Cat" on the bed, Jing Zhao sat next to it, and lit the candles in the room casually, so she had time to look carefully at Xie Changyun's body.

Yes, it is the ontology.

Because Xie Changyun's memory was sealed before, and he had neither a demon bone nor a demon core, so even he himself didn't know what kind of ancient demon his mother was, and he didn't know what kind of ancient monster he would be if he succeeded in rebuilding the demon core. What does it look like.

That's why Jing Zhao's eyes were opened now. She thought that Xie Changyun's body would be like Qiongqi Taotie's vicious and powerful monsters at first glance, but she never thought that it would be a lump like this Fluffy white soft dumpling.

No wonder the Taoist priest only likes to wear white clothes, it seems to be because of nature.

He himself is such a snow-white color, spotless, cute and obedient, so pretty.

Jing Zhao couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch the white cat's head, it felt really good, the more he touched it, the smoother it felt, and he couldn't put it down.

Xie Changyun, who has never been touched on the head when he was a human being: ...

I don't know why, Xie Changyun didn't avoid Jing Zhao's hand, only when the opponent's claws gradually moved restlessly to his ear and wanted to continue sexing, he slid out with his head tilted, and turned around gracefully Went to the head of the bed and lay down.

Jing Zhao looked at his pricked up furry ears and was a little greedy, but it's a pity that the Taoist priest didn't touch them.

Forget it, she has more important things to ask.

But before Jing Zhao could speak, a piece of paper and a pen floated in from the outer room and landed on the bed.

Jing Zhao watched the piece of paper being spread in front of him, and then began to write with the pen.

【Healing. 】

It's Xie Changyun's handwriting.

He was worried about her injury, so he let her heal first.

Jing Zhao didn't expect Xie Changyun to come up with this method to communicate with her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he asked quickly, "When will you be able to change back into a human body?"

I don't know if it was Jing Zhao's illusion, but I felt that the white cat's eyes flickered, and a few more words appeared on the paper in the next second.

[Wait until the cultivation level is sufficient to transform into form. 】

Jing Zhao asked again how long it would take enough to transform into form, but this time Xie Changyun didn't urge the brush to write, but yelled at her, then put his head on his front paws weakly, and opened his eyes. Two wet round eyes looked at her.

Jing Zhao immediately guessed that the Taoist leader must have insufficient mana, so she couldn't continue to write on the paper, so she stopped asking questions. For now, it is important for the Taoist leader to take a good rest. time.

Get up from the bed and fetch some water from the basin, Jing Zhao wiped the hair on Xie Changyun's body with a cotton kerchief. After wiping away the blood stains and the dirt on his feet, he couldn't help touching it again. Touch his tail.

The tail feels softer and fluffier to the touch, even better than the head. Jing Zhao is a little addicted. When he wanted to touch it again, Xie Changyun suddenly shook his ears and changed his position. He curled up on his side and pressed his tail on his side. Under the body, the big round eyes were pressed into a slit, squinting at her.

Obviously, I don't want her to touch it any more.

Jing Zhao felt it was a pity, but he didn't continue to use it. He planned to wait for his spirit to improve before implementing his cat stroking plan.

After putting down the water basin, Jing Zhao also sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, formed a seal with his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

Spending the night in the practice of pouring rain, Jing Zhao meditated all night, and in the morning, he felt that his injuries had healed a lot, and he didn't feel pain when he moved.

Opening his eyes and subconsciously looking to the other side of the bed, he saw that Xie Changyun was still maintaining the same posture as last night, but as he breathed up and down, it was obvious that a faint white light shrouded him, setting off his The white fur on the body is like enamel, dazzlingly white.

Can you practice while sleeping? Could this be the unique cultivation method of the ancient monster?

Jing Zhao was a little curious, but he didn't interrupt rashly. Sudden interruption is the most taboo in cultivation, and it is easy to get confused with spiritual power and go crazy.

So Jing Zhao got out of bed quietly without disturbing Xie Changyun.

It was only after she left that Bai Tuanzi on the bed still opened his eyes, watching her leaving figure until he was out of the room, then he looked away and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw a messy and dilapidated scene. I remembered that it rained last night, and there was another hole in the roof of the main hall, and the inside must have been flooded.

Jing Zhao walked over in a hurry, and as expected, the inside of the main hall had turned into a small puddle. Fortunately, the incense tables for worshiping the gods were relatively high, only flooding the table legs and the futons on the ground.

Although the Taoist in white said that it is best not to use spells in the hall, but it is so flooded that if you don't use spells, the main hall can only be demolished and rebuilt.

Jing Zhao got all the water out of the hall, and used spells to mend the roof, which consumed a lot, and the wound on his chest was still aching.

She held on to the door and window to catch her breath, looked up and glanced at the water lily that had fallen to the ground because of the broken crock pot, walked over to pick it up and put it into another crock pot.

Afterwards, she walked into the kitchen, intending to cook something for Xie Changyun, since he was hungry and definitely wanted to eat.

When Jing Zhao was busy in the kitchen, in the left side room, on the bed in the inner room, the figure of the white ball with eyes closed and breathing suddenly showed a vague change, but this change lasted for a few breaths, and then returned to its original shape.

Xie Changyun seemed to have noticed something, propped up his limbs from the couch, shook the hair on his body, pricked up his ears as if he was listening for something, and then jumped out of the open window.

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