Su Cheng hasn't been lying in bed and enjoying the beautiful time.

It has been sixteen years since I traveled through Tongxuan Realm and nine years after taking over the body. Every day I live a monotonous and pure life.

A cushion, a pot of spiritual tea, a cup of spiritual wine, a few plates of spiritual fruits, and vegetables are dealing with it day after day. The concept of time has become extremely slow. One day, a month passes in a blink of an eye.

That night, he indulged in a rare occasion. He lay on the fragrant embroidered bed, enjoying the wholehearted service and pleasing of a charming woman. He put down the pink gauze tent, and the breeze of the night blew in with the gaps on the window. The shady lights stood a blurry and graceful maid, except for the breathing of the jade man, there was no sound next to him.

"Ah, husband!!"

Mi Yue fell down dejectedly like a swan with only broken neck. Mi stared for a long time before she came back to breathe, struggling to open a gap in the veil, and ordered outside in a trembling and hoarse voice: "Come and serve!"

The maids squatted and quietly walked up with all kinds of toiletries. Mi Yue did it himself, and Su Cheng didn't even need to move a finger, and the whole body was cleaned.

Both of them finally changed into plain white bedding and lay down on the newly renovated embroidered bed. Mi Yue put her against Su Cheng and suddenly kissed him happily.

Su Cheng closed his eyes and rested, enjoying the rare comfort and laziness, and then said lazily: "What's wrong?"

"Husband will not leave today?"

"I won't leave, I will accompany you until dawn today."

Mi Yue was even more happy when she heard this. She twisted her body and crawled into Su Cheng's arms, found a comfortable position, blocked his waist, and sighed with satisfaction.

It's a pity that the two have been married for more than three years, and they can count the days they spend together. There is no need to think about the days when a mortal couple is with each other day. It is rare to have such an opportunity once.

So Mi Yue cherishes it very much.

But, lying together like this, what else can I talk about besides having sex?

Mi Yue was still learning how to please and flatter men. She racked her brains and couldn't find a topic to talk about. Finally, she said what she cared about the most: "Husband?"

"Um?"

"My mother sent me a message a few days ago and I can leave you a quiet room at Tianji Peak. If your husband is willing, he can set off in the near future. No need to worry about the people next to you, just need to be at peace with the road."

Su Cheng chuckled when he heard this, and didn't open his eyes: "How many steps of quiet room?"

"Fourth level!"

“No time limit?”

"Um!"

My mother-in-law is really willing to spend a lot of money.

A fourth-level quiet room is nothing to Tianji Peak, but how many people in the Mi family and how many monks in the vassal family are, it is impossible to just say it.

This feeling is rare, but Su Cheng has no blessing in disguise. "I am just the second floor of the foundation building. Fangshan has enough resources. Besides, there is such a family pointing at me. How can I get away? Thank you for your kindness. It's not too late to ask her if you wait for the day of the elixir."

"But... My husband is living so hard, Yue'er feels very uncomfortable when she sees it."

Su Cheng laughed, opened a gap in his eyes, glanced at Mi Yue's face, and said, "External objects are important, but they are not the foundation of our cultivators. You are too obsessed with the appearance. Am I slowing down now?"

"Of course not...but, with your husband's talent and nature, if you have one mind, the first level of cultivation will definitely not take four years."

As soon as he finished speaking, a "boom" suddenly made a thunderbolt. Mi Yue screamed in fright, crawled under Su Cheng's body, wrapped it up like an octopus, her soft and fragrant body became stiff, her face was pale, and her fingers were trembling.

Su Cheng was surprised.

Just a mortal thunder, let alone a monk, even a mortal will not have such a bad reaction.

"Since Yue'er failed to build the foundation, she has been very afraid of this thunder..."

As the trembling voice explained, another rumbling sound made Mi Yue feel difficult to breathe.

I see!

The so-called damage to the origin is the deep seed of the inner demon, and the heart of Tao is covered with dust.

Su Cheng had wondered before, what was the origin of her injury? Is her soul damaged? Even so, it was not impossible to recover. I saw her today, so why did the great way be insulated?

Only in this case can external forces be considered to be unable to solve the problem of external forces without any solution if the heart of Tao is completely lost and the will to fight against the tribulation and thunder.

Even the original body is powerless to do anything about this, unless she overcomes and reshapes the Taoist heart by herself, but looking at her now, it's really...

After the thunder, heavy rain poured down. It took Mi Yue a long time to recover, "Honey, did you guess?"

Su Cheng sighed and patted her jade back as a comforter.

"The plum fragrance comes from the bitter cold. Today, Yue'er will understand the meaning of it after committing to you. However, it's too late, it's too late!"

"That's why you sacrifice to the Taoist Lord?"

Mi Yue smiled sadly and buried her head without saying a word.

"Dao Jun is afraid it's useless."

"Yue'er has tried it, and now she has given up... But this body may not be with her husband for long. I'm going to ask her husband to be sympathetic and let Yue'er get pregnant as soon as possible. It's also a matter of leaving some thoughts, and it's not in vain to come to this world..."

Su Cheng wiped Mi Yue's tears, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You don't have to be desperate, I...maybe it can?"

Mi Yuequan treated Su Cheng as comforting him, but he heard him continue, "You know my natal, although I can't figure it out yet, but... it's right... it's just that it has miraculous effects on the soul, soul, and natal. My natal magical power [Soul-Highlighting] You also know that this time I came out of seclusion, I had a vague feeling. This second natal magical power should fall on the path of inner demons, charm, catastrophe, and transformation."

Mi Yue was stunned, then struggled with excitement, and her towering chest began to breathe rapidly.

"But it's just a sense, and I'm not sure... Oh, why are you crying again??"

"Husband, can you tell me that my mother has asked for many hermits and masters for me. One of them is good at the prophecy of hexagrams and once said clearly that Yue'er has a glimmer of life, but the way of heaven is unpredictable. The man's vagueness and illusory words are said. Now it seems that this glimmer of life should be on my husband, Yue'er, Yue'er, wuwu..."

Among the monks, are there such people?

When Su Cheng heard this, he was not happy for Mi Yue, but woke up.

God knows that what he is afraid of is this magical magic that points directly to the great way of fate, which makes people unable to defend against it and do not know how to deal with it. But his secret is so fatal. Once someone knows the connection between the body and the incarnation, he will have no trump card and may encounter unexpected disasters at any time!

Suddenly, a thought dispersed without a trace. Mi Yue was so excited that she couldn't help herself. Su Cheng's heart was no longer here.
Chapter completed!