I, the Immortal Lord’s Ferry, Fell into the Mortal World

I, Zhao Yuhuan, the little overlord of Houqiu Village, was the beauty of the village when I was eighteen years old. On the day of my wedding, as soon as I entered the courtyard, my father stood in the courtyard, my face as black as the bottom of a pot. He carried me into the new room, pointed to the person lying on the bed and said, "Kneel down, this is your great uncle." Me:? ? ? It was a night of flowers and candles in my bridal chamber, and there was an old man lying on the bed? I still have to kneel to him! The man on the bed was dressed in white as snow, with a dark purple mask covering his face, only revealing a pair of phoenix eyes, as cold as the snow on the top of the mountain. He spoke with a voice like spring water: "Junior brother, give me a hand." My father is called respectful, riding in front and behind the horse. I muttered next to you: You are a hundred years old, why do you have such a nice voice? Later I found out that this was Liu Hanyan, the Wuchen Immortal Lord of the Qingfeng Sect, a veteran of the cultivation world, pure and pure, with high morals and high respect. My dad said: "Yu Huan, from today on, you will serve him. You must do your best." Me:? ? ? Where is my new wife? ? ? I just want to consummate my marriage with my new wife, and I don't want to serve an old stall! ! ! Then came my hard days. Liu Hanyan was paralyzed and could not move his hands or feet. I feed him every day, hold him in my arms, and eat soup and rice every day. He leaned against my chest, his lips were shiny, and the skin on his chin was as thin as porcelain. I stared at the mask, my hands were so itchy that I always wanted to take it off and take a look. He told me to go without food and stop eating. I agreed with my mouth, but scolded him in my heart for being brave. I left him alone for three days. When I went to see him again, he was already cold and stiff. I thought he was dead. I was so frightened that I ran all the way to find the doctor. In the end, no one died. I breathed a sigh of relief, but was angry and anxious at the same time, so I came back and gave him a good talk. He had never been so close to anyone in a hundred years. When I held him in my arms and fed him, he was as stiff as a tree. I was secretly happy: It turns out that the Immortal Lord is also uncomfortable. Because I served him wholeheartedly, he accepted me as his disciple. That day, he and I practiced together for half a day in the barrier. When I woke up, I saw him hugging me naked, and my first reaction was: Is this dream too real? I hugged his waist tightly, not wanting to wake up. Then fear struck - this was not a dream! It's true! I dressed him and carried him out of the barrier. People outside gathered around, and I saw that the mark on the corner of his eye was gone, and there was a Qiling Pearl mark between my eyebrows. All the demons knelt down and worshiped me, and I became the new demon king. Liu Hanyan woke up three days later. He sat up and looked at me, his eyes changing from confusion to shock, from shock to anger. "Little beast!" Snap. A slap in the face. I covered my face and felt so wronged: "Master, why do you hit someone when you wake up? I have been guarding you for so long!" He was so angry that he was shaking all over: "You... How dare you be so nasty and dirty!" I pouted and quibbled: "Where's the obscenity? That's God's will! Master has already said that I am your destined Xuanyang body!" He turned his head and ignored me. I shamelessly sat next to him, put my arms around his waist, buried my head on his shoulder, and softened my voice: "Master, you have done everything, please don't be angry." He struggled to push me: "Get out of the way, how could I teach you such a shameless person!" At this time, my master Su Xingzhi came in and advised with a smile: "Hanyan, don't get angry. Yuhuan is your destined Xuanyang body, and I know that you are also happy with him. People who practice Taoism should follow nature and don't have any psychological pressure." Liu Hanyan looked at his master with sad eyes. His expression was so shameful and aggrieved that it made my heart melt. I struck while the iron was hot and sat next to him again, putting my arm around his shoulders and rubbing his palm with the other. I said in a low voice: "Master, don't be angry, okay? Don't you like me at all?" He said nothing, lowered his head, and his ears turned red. I tentatively called him: "Smoke?" He raised his head blankly: "Huh?" The face that took off the mask was unbelievably handsome, and his eyes were full of confusion and panic. I couldn't help but smile, leaned down and kissed him gently on the face. His whole body froze, and an electric current coursed through his face and body. Embarrassed, panicked, and a little... Sweet. I hugged him tightly and called out again: "Hanyan..." He didn't push me away this time. I know that I will fall into the hands of this hundred-year-old immortal king for the rest of my life. Who made me his destined person? Me: The little bully from Houqiu Village, 18 years old, soft-spoken and soft-hearted, good at cooking Him: The Wuchen Immortal Lord of the Qingfeng Sect, a hundred years old, cold and aloof, was taken down by me in one fell swoop after being paralyzed. Master: Maximum assists, online CP, directly determine the outcome Purpose: Find opportunities in difficulties and break through yourself