As the only daughter of the head of the Shangqing Sect, Yan Xi married her senior brother, Qing Qianjiu, who is extremely talented and has an outstanding appearance.
Qing Qianjiu has a cold temperament, but he is very obedient to his junior sister, and she can be said to be responsive to her requests.
After two years of marriage, the couple is very much in love. Once they went down the mountain to experience it, they were passed on by the boss. With a word of explanation in the future, they will soar in response to a thunderstorm.
Scene one:
Yan Xi rubbed his eyebrows and looked up at someone who was struck by lightning and was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. He secretly complained, is this guy going to be chopped half to death and then picked up?
To the point, goodbye is already a stranger
Looking at the cold-faced and unsmiling man in front of him, Yan Xi laughed spontaneously: It's so fake to pretend to be like that, it's a pity, it's a pity, what's the saying, 'If you're not afraid of opponents who are like gods, you're afraid of teammates who are like pigs.'
Pulling the obedient girl aside, Yan Xi smiled brightly and said, "Tell him whose disciple you are and speak louder."
The girl was a little timid. She looked around like a snail extending its tentacles. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and shouted at the top of her lungs: "I have a master! My master is Yan Xi! My master is Yan Xi! My master is Yan Xi!"
The man threw away his sleeves angrily, and Yan Xi laughed so hard that her branches trembled.
Scene two:
Gently wiping the frost-covered spirit sword in his hand, Yan Xi seemed to be muttering to himself: "When will you wake up? That dog was scratching and posing at me today. How many pieces do you think I should cut him into?"
The shadow of the candle swayed, the moonlight shone dimly, and a faint figure floated out from the frost sword. He raised his hand and gently touched the eyebrows of the person on the bed. As soon as the wind blew, he disappeared again.
Scene three:
Yan Xi looked up and down at Qing Qianjiu, who claimed to be a sword spirit, and gritted his back molars. He had worked hard to raise Baicai for many years. Once he ascended to the sky, his body was taken away. The soul he found was stupid. Every day, he asked her in a roundabout way if she could break through the void and send him home.
Qing Qianjiu before ascension: The greatest daughter-in-law in the world
Sword Lingqing Qianjiu: I want to go home. There are many people here. I want to go home and hide! I have only lived in the newly built house for two years, and I haven't received last month's salary yet. I want to go home!
Yan Xi held the sword and sneered: Wearing books, right? I'll tear up the book and watch you wear it!
Intention: Flowers bloom in the mud, growing towards the sun, fearless.