Chapter 115: Boys and Girls Are Jealous

Ao Xuanyun stayed alone on the top of Qingling Mountain for three days, very bored, sleeping until he woke up naturally every day, and the light shining on his face actually felt a little warm and sunny, itchy, as if some caterpillar had fallen on his face.

Ao Xuanyun got up from the grass nest, there was really a caterpillar crawling on his clothes, Ao Xuanyun smiled, and gently put this hair on only a blade of grass, and the insect seemed to understand people, and slid down the blade of grass.

Since passing through the Black Mountain Forest Ant Spirit Fantasy Realm, Ao Xuanyun knows that no matter what kind of creatures in this realm, they all have their different worlds, in their eyes, maybe between square inches, it is already a big world, and for different creatures, whether it is time or time, it is not a standard, different creatures have their different worlds, just like the spirit of Qingling Mountain, it has a spring of 8,000 years, an autumn of 8,000 years, in the eyes of ordinary mortal spirits, I don't know how many times it has been reincarnated, and some creatures die from morning to night, there is no spring and autumn in their lives, but if you are attached to their spirits, then maybe the time of this day can be counted as a hundred years of human spirits, and those star spirits, if they are not incarnated in this realm, maybe hundreds of millions of years, or even billions of years in the dark universe, will not change much.

In the past three days, Ao Xuanyun healed on the top of the mountain, feeling the alternation of day and night, watching the changes in the air flow in the sky, the natural scenery in the mountain, it seems to be changing, but it seems to be unchanged, this is a rare state of mind, forgetting the troubles of a few days ago, forgetting the worries about the future, no distractions, and the spiritual injury is slowly recovering, you don't remember it, it doesn't seem to come to you, and temporarily loses the feeling of illness, but the only deficiency is that it is a little lonely, and no one talks to yourself.

When he was in the vast earth, he could talk to hundreds of millions of living beings, knowing what hundreds of millions of living beings were thinking, and he had never thought about being alone when he was alone, at this time he thought about the words of the old mountain spirit, if he could find one of the nine pieces of the spirit body, maybe he could restore some of the soul skills of the son of the earth spirit, and he could communicate with the thousands of living beings in this realm, and he would not be so lonely.

I was thinking about where to go today, but I didn't want a burst of wind chime-like laughter in the distance, but I was very happy to hear the voice, which made Ao Xuanyun a little annoyed, since there are happy things, if you don't share them, you will naturally become unhappy.

Following the laughter, I saw Harel and the saint walking side by side, walking towards this side, in the long snow-capped mountains that were beginning to melt, like a fairy among the flowers, strolling among the flowers.

Chenguang is bright, snow-capped, the blue sky is covered in this snow, Qingling Mountain is still the whole realm is illuminated by the sky, and the giggling laughter, like a little eye-catching oil paint, scattered in the painting scene of this mountain top, so that the whole mountain top is suddenly full of vitality, adding countless vitality to the mountain scene.

Harelle is dressed in a green suit, with a green square scarf tied on her head and her hair in a bun, and two pigtails tied at the back, full of youthful atmosphere, lively and smart, but she looks very capable, holding a small iron hoe in her left hand and a flower basket in her right hand, which contains some exotic flowers and plants, like a girl picking medicine in the mountains.

This is the first time Ao Xuanyun has seen Harelle dressed like this, and he feels that his eyes are bright and he likes it very much.

The saint beside her is still in a pink gauze dress, with a light blue long skirt inside, a white gauze still hanging on her face, but a long yellow silk scarf tied on her head is tied in a bun, draped on both sides, the breeze blows, and the silk scarf flutters, like a fairy in a foreign land who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Along the way, the two of them talked and laughed, but they admired the snow melt all the way, the mountain flowers that bloomed, some red and yellow, and many unknown buds, worked hard to stand tall in the sky, the two walked side by side, very intimate, it seems that the three days of getting along, it is actually very harmonious, which makes Ao Xuanyun jealous, and then look at himself, dressed in a gray robe, these three days have been sleeping everywhere, it has been stained, and there are some thatch, and the hair is also a little messy, it is really like a wandering beggar.

Ao Xuanyun approached a pile of snow, grabbed two handfuls, touched his face with his hand, the cold feeling made Ao Xuanyun sober up a lot, and also cleaned the whole face, it looked a little energetic, and then shook off the thatch on the clothes, gently brushed off the stains on the clothes, stretched out ten fingers to put a messy hair, against the shadows on the snow, really combed it, pulled a green vine from the grass, tied the loose hair into a bunch, turned around in place, and found that there was nothing tattered, then showed a satisfied smile。

Just now, he was still a beggar with a stain, but now he has taken care of it carefully, and he has even returned to his former glory, but he still looks very down, like a poor scholar who has no ambition, but this does not affect Ao Xuanyun's mood at all, but he is very happy.

Ao Xuanyun jumped up and down, hummed a small tune, walked up to the small building alone, made a pot of tea, poured himself a drink, and was waiting for the two beauties to come.

Harelle and the saintess walked back to the small building, and saw Ao Xuanyun sitting alone, taking care of himself, looking very frustrated but bitter and happy, both of them laughed, and the saint said softly: "Why is the Nine Spirit Guardian so frustrated as soon as he comes out of the dream, could it be that someone has offended Ao Guardian?"

It seems that although the saint and Harelle seem to be watching the scenery among the flowers, they are also always paying attention to Ao Xuanyun's every move.

Ao Xuanyun remembered his pretentious actions just now, a little embarrassed, looking back, both of them exuded the breath of morning light, two faint body odors, like Chenguang, which made people very comfortable, but with a disdainful smile on his face, "Who else can offend me on this mountain top, it's not that I don't match this mountain peak, but it seems a little redundant, so I feel that the snow falling and melting is also a little chilly, a little uncomfortable!"

As soon as Harelle heard it, she had already heard the sourness in Ao Xuanyun's words, so she just sat down next to Ao Xuanyun and said, "Xuanyun, when did you learn to be jealous, Sister Saint and I went to collect medicine for you early in the morning, you see that you are all full of water, you are still secretly jealous here, but it makes Sister Saint unhappy!"

Ao Xuanyun looked at Harelle, there was still a little dew on her clothes, but she was also very pityful, knowing that her jealousy was a little inappropriate, but she couldn't soften her tone, and still said confidently: "I'm not jealous, I'm not a woman, besides, even if I have jealousy, but no one pays attention to me, is it possible that these white snow, these green trees, red flowers and this green mountain spirit will sympathize with me?"

When the Holy Maiden of Lingshan heard this, she smiled and said: "Our Ao Guardian has not made great progress in the past three days, and has already comprehended a lot of this natural principle, casually it is the spirit of snow, green trees, red flowers, and green mountains, you regard them as friends, why are you jealous that I and Lei'er are here, or I, the master, are not careful enough, and actually snub our vast lord, the son of the earth spirit, don't blame Lei'er, I asked her to go with me to collect medicine." ”

The Holy Maiden of Lingshan sat down opposite Ao Xuanyun, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, but she seemed to be resentful, and she really looked a little aggrieved.

Ao Xuanyun said to the Holy Maiden of Lingshan with a smile on his face: "Sister Saint, I don't blame you, it's just that I, Ao Xuanyun, was born with a thin fortune, and I can't be like Lei'er, walking among the flowers with my sister, appreciating the white snow and red flowers, green grass and clear streams, when my sister is free, she will also take me around and around, and also learn some soul medicine skills from my sister, just to cure my little jealousy!"

Ao Xuanyun was very clever, but Harelle pouted and snorted.

Ao Xuanyun knew that Harelle blamed him for not thanking him for the grace of collecting medicine and wading through the hardships of the mountains, so he turned his head to look at Harelle, but he didn't say it directly, but looked left and right at Harelle's clothes, and then said with envy: "Lei'er, where did you get this dress, it seems that it is no longer the clothes you had three days ago, and when you wear this dress, it looks even more dignified and elegant, knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous!"

When Harelle heard this, she looked at a green coat by herself, but she didn't speak, although there was still a trace of anger in her heart, but it was rare for Ao Xuanyun to praise her like this, and she was very happy in her heart, but there was no expression on her face.

On the contrary, the Holy Maiden of Lingshan said leisurely, "Is it possible that you also want to change, this dress is made by Lei'er herself." ”

Ao Xuanyun smiled when he heard this: "Lei'er, why don't you make a body with me, you see my clothes, they are torn in several places, and they are dirty, sitting with you, I am a little ashamed, I am afraid that it will affect your appearance and appearance!"

When Harelle heard this, she pouted to the Holy Maiden of Lingshan: "It was the Holy Sister who taught me to do it, you beg the Holy Sister, maybe she will teach you, you can naturally do it yourself!"

Ao Xuanyun smiled, looked at the Lingshan Holy Maiden with a sincere face, and said: "Holy Sister Saint, can you teach me, if I learn it, I should make a beautiful set of clothes with my sister first, so that my sister looks more beautiful!"

Ao Xuanyun's mouth was already very sweet like a bee at this time, and a few words were very sincere, which made it difficult to refuse.

The Holy Maiden of Lingshan looked at Ao Xuanyun and said with a slight smile: "It's rare that you are so sweet today, my sister is long and my sister is short, I have never enjoyed such courtesy from you, and I will pass on this little soul technique to you!"

Ao Xuanyun said happily: "Thank you, sister, please make it clear!"

The Holy Maiden of Lingshan looked at Ao Xuanyun very respectful and very sincere, so she asked, "Do you know how ordinary people make clothes in the vast land, or in this realm?" ”

Ao Xuanyun heard this: "Of course, I first take some plants or cicada silk to weave into cloth, and then cut it into clothes, but if you have tools here, I don't have cloth, and I can't make clothes!"

The Holy Maiden of Lingshan smiled and said: "You kid, you are always smart at one time, and you are pretending to be a lake at one time, this mountain has its own material that can be woven cloth, you only need to inject soul power, mention its essence, it can naturally be made into cloth, and you can also make clothes naturally according to your own ideas, which really requires you to be proficient in using this technique of refining and transforming spirits!"

When Ao Xuanyun heard it, this is indeed the truth, but ordinary mortal spirits need to use more than a dozen processes to complete it, and for soul cultivators, they can use soul techniques to complete it, which is easy to say, if you don't know the magic of soul techniques, you will never know how to operate.

Ao Xuanyun quietly waited for the Holy Maiden of Lingshan to talk about the method of soul magic, but the Holy Maiden of Lingshan took a sip of tea, but no longer spoke, but looked at Ao Xuanyun quietly, as if waiting for Ao Xuanyun.