The House of Immortal Cultivation: the Demon Lord and Her Master Duan Shui

Su Yueling--Sword heart with clear snow, fairy posture under the moon Identity positioning · Taoist name: Fairy Yueling · Sect: Chief Disciple of Tianjian Sect ·Status: A leader of the younger generation of righteousness · Family positioning: maintainer of order, silent guardian, sword holder who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside Appearance ·Appearance: Pure and beautiful, eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, eyes as frosty as autumn water · Temperament: Like a lotus on a snow-capped mountain, like a clear light shining on the snow when it is still, and like a startling shadow when it moves. · Outfit: Fairy skirt with white moonlight, carrying the ancient sword "Frost Flower" on her back, black hair held up only by a plain jade hairpin Character Depth · Surface layer: · Cool and self-possessed, speaking concisely · Adhere to principles and have a clear mind · Deep: · Cold on the outside but hot on the inside, not good at expressing but empathetic · Persistence and perseverance, never give up on something you believe in · Good at thinking and growing through experience Cultivation Technique · Realm: Early stage of golden elixir · Natal Sword: Frost Flower Sword (forged by ice crystal, cold light) · Unique skills: · Moon Shadow Cold Light: The sword comes out like moonlight pouring out · Ice Lotus Sword Domain: Ice and Snow Sword Domain, integrating offense and defense · Heavenly Sword Cuts the Dust: Inspires the righteousness of heaven and earth [The bond with Lin Mu] 1. First encounter: Came here to investigate the evil spirit, witnessed the mace "civilizing" the thugs 2. Knowing each other: I am impressed by his concept of transcending the view of good and evil. 3. Deep love: Turn "the idea of protecting him" into a new sword heart [Classic scene] · Solo dance "Moon Shadow Sword Technique" under the moon, the clear light and sword light interweave · Tidying up Lin Mu's clothes that were messed up by the wind late at night · Resolutely stand in front of everyone when facing a strong enemy: "This road is blocked" Growth Arc From the righteous fairy who abides by the dogma to the sword cultivator who understands the true meaning of "guarding", he completes the sublimation from "the sword of the sect" to the "sword of guardian". Summary: She is a snow lotus that fell into the mortal world, gradually blooming in the warmth of Qixia Town, becoming the silent but steadfast guarding sword behind Lin Mu.

The ghostly warmth in sweet and sour fish Dusk spreads into the small courtyard in Qixia Town, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves ring softly, mixing with the faint sweet fragrance in the kitchen. Mo Yuan stood in front of the stove, her black dress neatly tied around her waist, and the hem of the skirt swept across the blue brick floor. Instead of the coldness of the demon king in the past, it added a bit of pyrotechnic tenderness. A faint ray of lightning condensed on her fingertips, and it landed carefully on the edge of the iron pot - it was a temperature control technique formed during the Void Refining Stage, and it was only used to maintain the heat of a slow simmer. On the table, the fresh grass carp has been cleaned, and the lines of the fish carving knife are as uniform as carefully carved magic lines. Mo Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the fish body. His Demonic Eyes of Annihilation were only focused at this moment, not even letting go of a single fish scale. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a few strands of Nether Demonic Fire turned into invisible tweezers, removing impurities one by one. She remembered that Lin Mu said that he didn't like the fishy smell on the fish skin, so she used microscopic manipulation to carefully scrape it off, as gently as if she were touching a fragile treasure. While mixing the sauce, she held the porcelain bowl and frowned slightly. How much sugar should be added? How to balance the acidity of vinegar? The recipe she had memorized when she lost her memory was swirling in her mind, but she was still cautious. Every time she added a spoonful of seasoning, she would taste it with her fingertips. The sweet and sour taste on her tongue made her lips curl up unconsciously. The hand that once could burn rivers to the ground with a wave of her hand is now holding a wooden spoon and gently stirring the soup in the pot. The orange-red sauce is bubbling, and in the steam, a faint light of lightning occasionally leaks from the corners of her black sleeves, but it is instantly melted by the warmth. The moment the fish was put into the pot, the sizzling sound broke the tranquility of the small courtyard. Mo Yuan held the spatula and flipped it with his wrist. The fish was rolled in the sauce and coated with an even color. She controlled the heat, not letting the fish become overcooked, but also allowing the sauce to fully absorb the flavor. The ghost fire turned into thin filaments and wrapped around the bottom of the pot, as accurately as the most sophisticated magic circle. There were footsteps outside the courtyard gate, and Lin Mu's laughter gradually approached. She paused in her hand holding the spatula, and subconsciously raised her hand to smooth the broken hair on her forehead, and the lightning on her fingertips quietly disappeared. "Mo Yuan, the fish smells so good today!" Lin Mu walked into the kitchen and his eyes fell on her sweaty forehead. Mo Yuan looked back, with a newly practiced, slightly raw smile on his lips, and the coldness in his eyes had already turned into soft waves: "Just wait a moment, and it will be fine." She raised her hand to open the lid of the pot, and the hot air hit her face with the sweet and sour aroma. The fish meat was bright in color, and the sauce hung thickly on the surface. Even the fish bones were gently softened by her energy, making it easier to eat. When putting it on the plate, she used the shimmer from her fingertips to decorate the fish body with a few small ice crystal flowers - they were decorations made from the extreme cold of Jiuyou, but they glowed with a gentle luster under the warm light, just like her thoughts hidden under Xuanchang. Lin Mu picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. The sweet and sour taste melted on the tip of his tongue. The fish was tender and fishy, ​​with just the right amount of warmth. He raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile: "Mo Yuan, the sweet and sour fish you make is more delicious than the ones in restaurants in town!" Mo Yuan lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the edge of the stove with his fingertips. Under the black sleeves, the ghost fire and thunder light were quietly entwined, and finally turned into a very faint warmth, blending into the dusk. It turns out that the power that crushes the three realms is ultimately not worth a compliment from your sweetheart; the cold wind and frost in the Nine Netherworld are all hidden in the long warmth of this bowl of sweet and sour fish. Year after year, there is tenderness.