Quick Wear: Female Supporting Role

Chapter 122 What is supposed to come will always come

When Murong Lian was young, he had a serious illness. His family had sought out famous doctors for him, but he was too weak. Then a Taoist priest came and called himself the Green-robed Layman. He only recited a few spells and healed the illness and saved Murong Lian from disaster.

The Taoist predicted that there would be a great catastrophe when he was young, which would concern his life and death, and that he needed to practice in seclusion to avert the disaster.

The family members were worried, so they agreed to the Taoist's proposal, and Murong Lian became his disciple, and returned to the Murong family at the age of 16. The master did not allow him to show off what he had learned, so he asked him to pretend that he did not know martial arts, so that he could have some peace and quiet.

When he broke into the Seven Stars Pavilion, his master had cast a spell to save him. What Ling Ruoli had killed was just a paper figure.

The Taoist priest's name is Fang He, and he is still eighty years old. He is sitting in Xianyunju in Tilanyuan. He was injured by evil spirit that day, so Murong Lian returned here to rest.

He had thought that his master would mention his affairs, and thought it would be better not to go down the mountain, but he never expected that his master would tell him his fortune and tell him that he only needed to wait, and the clouds would clear and the moon would appear, and the person would really come.

Now he hopes that his master, as an elder, will bless them both and make up for the regret in his heart. He is very curious about his master Ling Ruoli.

In addition, he had hardly gone out for more than a month during his recuperation, so he took people out early in the morning, went down the mountain and went straight to the market. He thought everything he saw was useful.

Murong Lian had no choice but to follow her lead, watching people walking through the crowd, picking out interesting things.

"What do you think the master likes? Old men usually like wine, poetry, or antiques." Ling Ruoli picked up this and looked at another one on the stall. "The Taoists meditate every day, so they must prefer poetry, scriptures, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

Murong Lian said that his master should come and calm down, and he would not care about these worldly things.

"You blockhead, why don't you ask!" Ling Ruoli picked up a rattle and shook it non-stop, "I think your master must be an immortal, with white hair and a youthful face, a hermit who doesn't care about these mundane things."

Ling Ruoli tugged at the corner of Murong Lian's clothes and frowned, "Wouldn't that be a shallow gift?"

"It's all done if you're willing." Murong Lian held her hand, "Today I'm here to buy things for our wedding. It's all up to you, no need to worry!"

Ling Ruoli didn't listen, but her eyes lit up, "Got it"

"What's wrong? I found something good!"

Ling Ruoli said with a look of surprise on her face: "I have a better one, by the way." Thinking that the day was approaching and she would have nothing to do when she returned home, she might as well find some patterns to embroider, so she went to the needlework shop and thought about what to make.

Finally, she bought some things she needed. She had been shopping for a whole day, and although she was tired, she still felt unsatisfied. The night market here was also very lively, but Ling Ruoli smelled the fragrance and pulled people through the crowd.

"That's it"

There were constant hawking sounds over there, and the vendor was selling wontons that had just come out of the pot.

“You have to taste this”

It was getting late, and seeing that she was in high spirits, I had no choice but to let her do what she wanted.

"My two guests, what do you need?" the vendor said, "Freshly hot buns, various cakes, special dishes, the best tea, and fruits."

“What kind of dishes are there!”

"Hey, you asked the right question. This is the signature of our time-honored brand. It is steaming hot buns, solid steamers, freshly cooked soups, stomach-warming tea, premium bean curd, and freshly fried oil."

Ling Ruoli thought for a moment and said, "Two bowls of wontons and a plate of fried dough sticks, that's all!"

"Okay, two bowls of wontons!" The vendor moved quickly and soon served the steaming wontons to the table.

Ling Ruoli tasted it and found it delicious. When she felt tired, she found that it was late and the lights were bright all around.

"it's dark"

Murong Lian suggested: "Let's go back and rest early!"

She was indeed tired now, Ling Ruoli nodded.

But now that there was someone around, she was too lazy to climb the stairs. She just held Murong Lian obediently and leaned in his arms.

"I can't walk!"

It was rare for her to act like a spoiled child, so Murong Lian could only let her do what she wanted. She protected her head with one hand and flew up the mountain.

The next morning, Ling Ruoli got up, washed and dressed herself. Then, with her belly bulging, she sorted out the results of yesterday and wanted to hang a lucky charm herself, but she couldn't hang it even when she was on tiptoe.

He had to call out his little cat. The winged tiger was running around on the beam holding a red cloth in its mouth, and Ling Ruoli was standing below giving orders.

"Over there, yes!"

It really is much more convenient with this little guy helping out.

After several efforts, the arrangement was almost done. Ling Ruoli held the little guy and went to look for someone excitedly. Seeing Murong Lian in the study, she knocked on the door.

"Come in"

"I got up so early and didn't see you. I didn't expect you to be here!" Ling Ruoli said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Seeing the words on the festive red paper, she became interested and was about to take a closer look, but Murong Lian hid it.

"Let me see it!"

"It's just an invitation," he smiled and grabbed Ling Ruoli's hand which was suspended in mid-air.

"You stingy guy, why can't I bear to see it!" Ling Ruoli turned around angrily.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Murong Lian had no choice but to take out the half-written post and hand it to her.

Ling Ruoli folded her arms and turned her head away, saying: "I won't look at it"

"I am wrong, madam, please don't be angry, but don't hurt yourself!" Murong Lian apologized.

These words made her laugh, and Ling Ruoli was not very angry.

"I have prepared breakfast, come and have breakfast with me, and don't worry about these things for now." Ling Ruoli took the post from his hand and put it down.

"You are pregnant now, so you can't do anything. Leave these matters to me."

Ling Ruoli felt that in the past few months, apart from the enlarged belly, there were no other adverse reactions. She said: "It's nothing. It's strange that the child has never made a fuss. He is very well behaved. I guess we won't have to worry about him in the future."

"Really"

They went up the mountain, but unexpectedly someone had been waiting for them for a long time and led them directly to Xianyunju.

"Senior Brother Mu Xuan, please wait here. I will go and report to Master."

When she heard the little Taoist priest calling Murong Lian, she remembered that day when she came to look for Senior Brother Mu Xuan. Could it be that they didn't know his name?

Ling Ruoli followed behind him, feeling a little nervous. Noticing her strangeness, Murong Lian turned around and drew a few strokes on her palm to reassure her.

"Brother, please."

Murong Lian put down her hand and said softly, "Wait for me here."

"Um"

I saw an old man sitting on a meditation bench, eyes slightly closed, with a dignified and Taoist look. He was over eighty years old but still had black hair, and looked to be only about forty. He opened his eyes only when Murong Lian knelt down to pay respect.

"I know your story. This is a happy event, so I will agree to it."

"Thank you, Master, for your help"

Ling Ruoli was waiting outside due to physical disability. Just as she was looking around bored, the little Taoist priest came out and told her to go in.

"Madam, my master wants to see you."

Ling Ruoli bowed slightly, "Thank you"

Entering the house, a refreshing Zen fragrance penetrated into her nostrils. Ling Ruoli felt that she had smelled it more often and her mood seemed to have improved a lot. She was no longer as nervous and irritable as before.

Then she saw Taoist Fang He looking at her with his eyes sparkling and full of spirit, with a very immortal demeanor.

"He's a nice guy! He has a light and ethereal aura."

Ling Ruoli bowed generously, "Thank you for the compliment, Master!"

This made Taoist Fang He laugh, and then he waved his whisk, and a book appeared in front of Ling Ruoli.

Fang He stroked his beard and said, "Just now I saw that you have an ancient wood spirit aura, but it is in a mess. You have spiritual power but don't know how to use it. This book talks about practicing wood-related magic. It may be helpful to you. It can also be regarded as a gift."

"Thank you, Master." She took the book and was about to kowtow to express her gratitude.

"Even if you are physically unable to do so, this courtesy is fine!"

Ling Ruoli never expected that Taoist Fang He was so easy to talk to. She smiled and nodded.

She was extremely happy that the trip went so smoothly.

But when she flipped over the gift sent by Taoist Fang He, her smiling face fell.

"Why is it like this?" This is the extra class question that she threw away and didn't do, and it has been gathering dust. So she came in a different form.