The fairy in white looks exactly like Qingxuan and is Qingxuan's clone.
Looking at her sad and melancholy face, Luo Jing couldn't help but feel concerned.
Even though he knew that this was not the real Qingxuan, he did not want such sadness to appear on this face.
If possible, he hopes that there will always be a smile on this face.
Luo Jing hesitated and said, "How about I ask the storyteller to tell a different story? Something cheerful and interesting?"
Luo Jing wanted to enlighten this fairy in white.
Although it is somewhat absurd that an incarnation of a spirit would shed tears while listening to a story.
But Luo Jing had encountered so many outrageous things that he didn't care about just one or two.
But the fairy in white just looked at him quietly with complicated eyes.
After a while, he slowly shook his head, which was considered a response.
She still didn't plan to talk to Luo Jing.
Ever since Luo Jing arrived in Haiyan City, the fairy in white seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
Clearly, when they were in the desert, she had used sharp words to bully Luo Jing.
But after entering the Central Plains, Luo Jing discovered that the fairy in white had changed a lot.
She was no longer indifferent to Luo Jing, but she also stopped talking to him, as if she had completely lost the ability to speak.
And it's not just the ability to speak that's lost.
There were several times when Luo Jing was practicing the sword art of the Demon Blood Sword in Taixu Fairyland, the White-robed Fairy made mistakes during the practice with Luo Jing. In theory, she should have mastered the Demon Blood Sword perfectly, but when she was performing the sword art, she suddenly had a flaw, and it was an extremely obvious flaw.
At that moment, not only Luo Jing looked shocked, but even the fairy in white fell into deep thought.
Although that situation only occurred a few times.
But it was true that his soul incarnation became increasingly abnormal after Luo Jing entered the realm of summoning gods.
Luo Jing began to suspect whether it was because the fairy in white was incompatible with him.
After all, this fairy in white is not his clone, but comes from Qingxuan.
Although the fairy in white came to his side because of some connection between the couple's souls, she was not his spiritual clone after all.
It was fine when Luo Jing's cultivation was low, but as his cultivation increased, Luo Jing needed to be closely connected with his soul incarnation, resulting in increasingly serious incompatibility between the two.
Luo Jing even had a hidden worry in his heart. Just when he reached the God Summoning Realm, the Fairy in White had already begun to show signs of decline.
What will happen if I continue to practice
In recent days, sometimes when practicing in Taixu Fairyland, Luo Jing even suddenly found that the person in front of him had changed.
The one practicing with him in the desert seemed to no longer be the fairy in white, but a wooden and dull demon lord in black robe who looked exactly like him.
Although this visual error only appears for a moment, everything will return to normal the next moment.
But it happened several times in a row, leaving Luo Jing confused and puzzled.
He searched through the books in the Heavenly Book Pavilion, but was unable to find any records of similar situations.
No spiritual incarnation summoned by a practitioner will ever have the appearance of anyone else.
But Luo Jing came here to wait for Qingxuan today after all.
What he cared more about was when Qingxuan would arrive and whether she would come today.
Although the behavior of the incarnation of the soul was a little abnormal, he didn't care much.
After verbal consolation had no effect, Luo Jing turned his head and continued to look in the direction of the city gate, carefully observing every person coming in from outside, hoping to see Qingxuan in white stepping into Haiyan City in the next second.
The waiting process is boring but also a bit anxious.
Time seemed to pass very slowly, and every person who stepped into the city gate disappointed Luo Jing.
He didn't see Qingxuan.
But time seems to pass quickly.
Before we knew it, the sun had set and the sunset glow on the horizon was painted blood red.
Luo Jing sat by the window on the second floor of Heshun Restaurant for a whole day, feeling lost.
Qingxuan didn't come...
But Luo Jing did not leave. He still sat by the window waiting.
It’s just starting to get dark, the day isn’t over yet, maybe Qingxuan is on her way here
Luo Jing found a reason in his mind and continued to sit by the window waiting.
Even if I really can’t see Qingxuan today, it’s okay, I can come back on the 15th.
Lingyun Immortal Sect is tens of thousands of miles away from Haiyan City. The mountains are high and the roads are long, so Qingxuan may not be able to go that fast.
Luo Jing thought about various possibilities, but his anxiety grew...
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The biting cold wind whistled through the streets of Haiyan City.
The white snow piled up on the eaves of Heshun Restaurant.
The icicles hanging under the eaves were like curtains, blocking the woman's view.
She sat by the window on the second floor, staring blankly in the direction of the east gate and at the street below.
After the heavy snow, Haiyan City seemed a little deserted, with not many people walking on the streets.
But she didn't recognize any of those people, and couldn't find the figure she wanted to see.
Shen Qingxuan came to Haiyan City three days ago.
Although she wanted to go to the Heavenly Book Pavilion to meet that man, she knew that she couldn't be impatient now. Her husband's magic power had not yet been transformed. As a direct disciple of the Lingyun Immortal Sect, she should not have any contact with her husband who had changed his identity.
If that attracts the attention of someone with ulterior motives, it will be a disaster for the husband.
She just came to the east gate of Haiyan City every day and waited for her husband to appear.
Although her husband was wearing a human skin mask, she could still recognize that face, after all, she had seen it in her dream.
However, after three days of waiting, her husband did not show up.
Her husband was indeed very cautious. He said he would meet her on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, but he really only showed up on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.
But today is already the first day of December, why hasn’t my husband shown up yet
Shen Qingxuan, who was sitting by the window, had a hint of confusion in her eyes.
She was quite visible by the window of the restaurant where she was, and could be seen by everyone passing by on the street below.
If her husband came, he would definitely spot her at a glance.
But he didn't show up... Could it be that my husband was waiting for nightfall
Why not wait until nightfall when there are fewer people around and then come see her
Shen Qingxuan pondered this possibility.
She sat by the window, silently watching the snow scene in the city.
This year's heavy snow came early.
In the cold and windy Haiyan City, the eaves of the houses were covered with white snow.
A familiar playful laugh appeared beside me.
"Senior Sister, what are you looking at? You look so engrossed in it."
Junior sister Jiang Muxue popped her head out with a smile and asked curiously.
Shen Qingxuan sighed inwardly, somewhat speechless.
With the appearance of this junior sister, the husband would probably be even more afraid to get close.
We have to find a way to get this junior sister away...
As she spoke, she looked at the junior sister, only to find that she had a little bald head beside her.
The little monk looked about six or seven years old, fair and tender, wearing a light yellow monk's robe. He was quite cute, like a porcelain doll.
Shen Qingxuan was a little stunned: "Where did you kidnap this little monk from?"
Jiang Muxue patted the little monk's bald head with a smile and said, "What do you mean by 'kidnapped'? He is a great monk from the Pure Land of Brahma! Although he is only six years old, his future is limitless."
Then Jiang Muxue said, "Come on, Zhizhen, call me Senior Sister."
"My senior sister is an expert among experts. If you can make her happy and give you some pointers, it will be enough for you to benefit from for the rest of your life... Hehehe..."
Jiang Muxue smiled proudly, and it was obvious that he had a very good relationship with the young monk named Zhizhen.