Xiuxian Work Log

Among the vast flowers, Lin Qingyue followed Yi Hanmei's pace and ran forward.

At the end of the road, the young man stood on the hill. The strong wind blew his black hair onto his face. Ning Chengtao pointed at the endless sea of ​​purple flowers below.

Lin Qingyue stood at a higher point, and the purple flowers gradually came into his eyes, from a point in his sight to a field of purple. Light purple, pink purple, deep purple, layer by layer, overlapping each other, making Lin Qingyue almost sink into this sea of ​​purple flowers.

"Wow! Here I come to the sea of ​​flowers!"

Cheers echoed in her ears, and Lin Qingyue felt two cool breezes brushing against her face. The next second, two familiar figures rushed forward. With a leap, they arced like a fish leaping into the sea, disappearing into the sea of ​​flowers.

It didn't make any splash and disappeared from the eyes.

A hand patted her shoulder. Lin Qingyue turned around and saw Yi Hanmei smiling brightly and extending her hand to her.

"Want to jump in with me?"

Lin Qingyue looked into Yi Hanmei's eyes and inexplicably didn't want to refuse, so she put her hand into Yi Hanmei's warm hand.

"want!"

My body was pulled up, floating lightly in the air. Nearing the highest point, the upward force stopped. It might have been a second, or it might have been just a moment.

The body descended rapidly, the wind rustling in the ears. When approaching the sea of ​​flowers, Yi Hanmei put her arm around Lin Qingyue's waist.

When Lin Qingyue looked over in surprise, Yi Hanmei's pupils dilated and she turned her head away hurriedly.

A soft touch brushed past his ears, and Lin Qingyue was already standing on the ground, surrounded by a sea of ​​purple flowers.

Lin Qingyue subconsciously touched his ear, brushed away the flowers, and ran towards Ning Chengtao and Sang Ji in a panic.

Yi Hanmei behind him was silent for a moment and did not follow immediately.

"Why are you here? Where's Hanmei?"

“…She’s behind.”

Ning Chengtao put a purple wreath on Lin Qingyue, took another wreath from Sang Ji's hand and ran towards Yi Hanmei.

"Hey! I made that up! I should have given it to Hanmei!"

Sang Ji was confused about what was robbed, and hurriedly chased Ning Chengtao to get it back.

"Whoever grabs it first owns it! If you have the guts, take it back from me! Lulululu!"

"Ning Chengtao! Just wait for me!"

"Hanmei! Put it on and let me see! I made it for you!"

"Nonsense! I obviously made that up!"

"The one I grabbed was the one I made up!"

……

Lin Qingyue touched the wreath on her head and looked at them with a faint smile.

A breeze blew, and a light purple petal covered her right eye.

Lin Qingyue took off the petal.

[The system reminds you that the completion rate of the "Beauty is Not Beauty" mission has reached 99%. We hope the host will continue to work hard to complete the mission.]

Lin Qingyue was stunned.

"Pochen, what's going on? What happened outside?"

The data flow of the Dust-Breaking System kept fluctuating, and then turned into a straight line in an instant.

"You knew, didn't you? But you didn't want to tell me."

The Dust-Breaking System fell silent and responded calmly.

"I don't think knowing this news will help the mission in any way. On the contrary, it will affect what you are going to do now."

"So you're depriving me of my right to know? You're limiting information?"

Lin Qingyue frowned, crushed the petals and scattered them in the air.

The Dust-Breaking System looked at the scattered petals and laughed.

"Come on, host. You are still too weak. Because you are weak, everything is passive. But you won't remain weak forever. Your heartbeat keeps telling me that you long to become stronger and to change something."

"But in this world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, fists are often more effective than words. Do you need me to explain this more clearly?"

"waste."

“…No need.” Lin Qingyue lowered her hands, her butterfly-wing eyelashes trembling, her eyes looking at the endless sea of ​​flowers. For the first time, she felt her heart was empty and had nowhere to go.

His heartbeat became slower and slower. Lin Qingyue slowly raised his hands and forced a smile.

The smile grew bigger and bigger, until finally Lin Qingyue actually laughed out loud, gradually attracting the attention of the other three people.

Laughter echoed in the sea of ​​flowers, and Yi Hanmei quietly watched the laughing girl in the crowd.

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The dripping rain fell on the umbrella, making a crisp sound.

Lin Qingyue slumped on a makeshift chair, watching Sang Ji walking in the rain with a bright yellow and embroidered oil-paper umbrella. Puddles were stepped on, splashing water that dissipated between heaven and earth.

"The sound of rain falling on your umbrella is quite nice, tinkling, tinkling. Is it made of iron?"

"It's not made of iron. It's made of a very soft silk thread made from twisted flower stems. When it's embroidered on the umbrella, it makes a very pleasant sound."

Sang Ji folded his umbrella and stood in the rain. The raindrops dancing in the air didn't wet him at all. He blew gently against the umbrella, and the pleasant sound was prominent in the sound of the rain.

He began to change his pace in the rain, and his voice began to change tone, a natural melody sounded in the rain curtain. The sound of rain was the background, and the silk thread was the main theme, floating and dancing in the air.

Lin Qingyue leaned back and seemed to feel a sinking sensation behind him. He tried again, and the anomaly disappeared. His clear eyes reflected the trees that blocked out the sun, and he could see the leaves trembling slightly, as if echoing the music of the mulberry festival.

Yi Hanmei on the tree covered the last leaking spot, jumped lightly under the tree, and began to arrange things in the room.

The sound of the giant dragging interrupted Sang Ji's movements, and Ning Chengtao jumped onto the beast from behind.

"I say, Sang Ji, how can you be so shameless as to do nothing? Playing in the water? Do you think you're a three-year-old kid? So childish!"

Sang Ji folded his umbrella and was shocked to see the snake that Ning Chengtao dragged back.

"Where did you kill such a big snake?"

As he spoke, he opened his arms and made a hugging gesture.

"Is your sister awesome?"

"Amazing! Absolutely brave and fearless, a young genius!"

"Stop flattering me, you and I should come and help!"

Ning Chengtao pointed at both Sang Ji and Lin Qingyue, and when she saw Lin Qingyue about to chop meat with the sword on her body, she hurriedly stopped him.

"Your sword has no sword energy. Be careful not to damage it. Use this."

As she spoke, she picked out a machete from her many weapons and gave it to Lin Qingyue.

"This is very useful."

Lin Qingyue took the machete, and divided the snake meat with Sang Ji and Ning Chengtao, and shaved off the bones and snake skin.

Behind the leaves in the distance, a pair of huge green eyes looked at them gloomily.

……

Yi Hanmei made dinner, and it tasted unexpectedly good.

At night, Lin Qingyue stared at the felt on the wall used to keep warm. The intermittent breathing on her neck made her scalp tingle and she lost all desire to sleep.

She would not suffer from insomnia if the person next to her was Ning Chengtaohuo or Sang Ji.

But it happened to be Yi Hanmei...