In just a few breaths of effort, the murderous Shu Yan came to the sky above Shifang, but when she saw Shifang's focused expression, she suddenly hesitated, after all, Shifang cultivated so hard, but in order to be able to engrave scriptures on the Nai He Bridge, and the ultimate goal of such hard work was also with her own ardent hope, that is, to leave the netherworld with the Seven Rank Other Shore Flowers.

Shu Yan, as the princess of the Black Magic Castle, has excellent talent and knows a lot, if a person who falls into a state of cultivation is easy to go mad under the interference of the outside world, the realm will decline at the least, and the life will be lost, although this little monk is hateful, but the sin is not to death, then the aunt will wait for him.

Thinking like this, Shu Yan waited quietly next to Shifang.

However, she underestimated Shifang's dedication and fanaticism for cultivation, so on the bank of the Lechuan River, the incompatible fragments were connected into a world that was not very real: the fiery red flowers on the other side in the back, the lifeless sky overhead, the bluestone-paved Nai He Bridge in front of her, the black air under the bridge, accompanied by the screams of the dead souls; And on the shore, a long-haired girl in a black dress and a monk who meditated quietly with his eyes closed and comprehended Buddhist scriptures, strangely froze in the eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Shifang suddenly had an unnatural expression on his quiet face, he opened his eyes, patted the belly that was staging the swan song of the empty city, and said with a wry smile: "Belly, belly, you miss Miss Shu again, you are so naughty." The voice was not loud or small, but the little witch should be able to hear it, of course, the underlying meaning of this sentence is not to prepare the pastries for the master of the ten directions.

Shi Fang stood up, and after understanding the witch's temper a little, he was no longer polite, and said directly: "Miss Shu, I'm sorry, the little monk is hungry again." Shi Fang touched his bald head in embarrassment, where it was already smooth, and he couldn't see that he had suffered a heavy blow not long ago.

Shu Yan also opened his eyes, his innocent eyes widened, and said clearly: "Little monk, there is something I don't understand very well, can you tell me??"

For the food and clothing parents, Shifang has always been very respectful, and immediately nodded.

"I remember when I was a child, I saw an ordinary rich and noble family, as if when they were paying tribute to the dead, they put a kind of yellow and white flower with fine tongue-like petals in front of the grave, I don't know what kind of flower it was?"

"That, that's supposed to be a chrysanthemum, right?" Shifang's voice instantly became a little smaller.

"Oh, I think I saw the wreath you said you were going to give me!"

"Why did I give you a wreath, you probably heard it wrong, it's a wreath." A layer of fine sweat has been shyly densely covered on Shifang's head. How did this little witch suddenly become much smarter, terrible, wouldn't she be hungry in this way, Shifang immediately became anxious, this urgency, but a little bit of confusion.

"Miss Shu, I didn't think about it just now, Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, and called the four gentlemen in the flowers, and the meaning of chrysanthemums is auspicious and longevity, of course, there is also the meaning of remembering the ancestors, which is not right for the little monk." The more Shifang said, the more calm he became, and secretly congratulated the master for letting him watch the miscellaneous history, "But the beauty of chrysanthemums, since ancient times, there have been many praises, saying that she's 'the moon of autumn, Ju has Huanghua', is one of the characteristics of autumn, saying that she is 'dark and faint purple, melting just yellow', saying that she 'autumn chrysanthemum has good color, more revealing its Ying', and in addition, according to the "Shennong Baicao Jing" record, chrysanthemum long-term clothing can be light and prolonged, so there is chrysanthemum wine, and chrysanthemum and chrysanthemum wine have also become an important custom of the Double Ninth Festival, and more celebrities and celebrities plant chrysanthemums to appreciate themselves, Calling it 'fragrant and fragrant herbs, colorful and heroic', you say that such a beautiful flower, doesn't it complement each other with Miss Shu? ”

Shu Yan was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't expect that after a small chrysanthemum passed through the monk's mouth, it would make people feel intoxicated, as if he had given it a soul. As for the anger that was full of anger a moment ago, it has long since vanished at this moment.

"The chrysanthemums in your mouth are really so beautiful?"

Ten squares and a black line, what do you call the chrysanthemum in my mouth, those bad feet brought me to the simple, and immediately corrected: "The chrysanthemum is extremely beautiful!" Then the conversation suddenly changed: "But I have said so much, I am so hungry." ”

"Here you go!" Shu Yan was also generous, and simply threw over a piece of pastry.

Shifang swallowed it in one gulp, stared at Shu Yan twice with his eyes, and then asked, "That, I have a lot of food." ”

"I know this, but I'm not interested, you said, Meilan Zhuju is the four gentlemen in the flower, the chrysanthemum said, is there anything to say about the other three?"

"I don't have the strength to say it."

"Oh." Shu Yan responded, and simply turned around and left.

"Well, I remember."

"Really?"

"Like, if you give me something to eat, I should be able to think more clearly."

Shu Yan made a gesture and turned around again.

"I've figured it out." The hero also has to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, Shifang secretly thought, fortunately, he is not successful in cultivation yet, so it doesn't matter if he bends his waist occasionally, Master, she doesn't know that I am the descendant of the Bodhi Golden Body, so it's not a shame, you don't want your obedient son to be starved to death, damn, this little witch has really changed her temper. Complaining is complaining, Shifang still said loudly:

"'There are a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens it alone, and he knows that it is not snow, so there is a dark fragrance.' In winter, everything is depressed, but the plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold, the shadow is sparse and horizontal, the dark fragrance floats, and the ice is clear and jade...... this kind of wind bone alone is sought after by countless people "a quote from the classics, a eagerly listening, but also happy."

"Also, plums can be made into plums, quenching thirst, I loved to eat this when I was a child, as long as I go to the market, my mother will always buy me a lot." As he spoke, Shifang's voice became quieter.

"Your mother is so nice."

"It's a pity that there was nothing more to do at that time, and I didn't regret it until she and her father left forever." Shifang's tone choked up.

"You're so much luckier than me, I've never met my mother." Shu Yan comforted, and his heart was a little sad, but he was actually luckier than the little monk, after all, he still had a father who doted on him.

Well, what's wrong with yourself. For the sake of my father, I want to work hard to cultivate and work hard...... Fill your stomach, of course, the ultimate goal is to cultivate.

"Little monk, if you have the opportunity to go to the Xia Yun Continent, I will definitely send a lot of chrysanthemums to your father and mother, as well as a big wreath." Shu Yan said seriously.

Shifang was speechless for a while, but fortunately, the little witch gave herself two pastries very expressly, it was not easy, one more, well, hoeing day at noon, all the pieces were hard.

In this way, in the boring cultivation and study of scriptures, there are a little more ups and downs.

A few months later.

"None? If you think about it, are there any special flowers and grasses? ”

Shifang, who was hungry and dizzy, suddenly slapped his bald head and said happily: "There is, I remember that there is also a kind of dog tail grass." ”

……

"And the mountain spirit grass. My mother ......."

"Stop, the mountain spirit grass won't quench your thirst." Shu Yan looked shrewd, hum, don't try to fool your aunt and grandmother. Because of the situation, Shu Yan swallowed the sentence "Do you think of your mother every time you are hungry, out of breath".

Shifang: "......" still doesn't let people live, ten strange flowers, all kinds of spirit grass, I know all of them, almost all the flowers and plants in the "Strange Record" have been moved out, there is really nothing else to say, and the second ancestor can't look down on the ordinary grade of spiritual flowers at all, and where will it be included in the "Strange Record". Do you expect a little kid to care about the variety and name of some flower? If it weren't for those miscellaneous histories, the knowledge of the ten directions could be said to be very limited, and it was already the limit to be able to eat for a few months with a small amount of knowledge, could it be that my disciple of the Bodhi Golden Body would be starved to death alive, it would be too humiliating. Shifang even had the idea of whether to summon Lian Tianding and directly accepted this witch.

"Really?" Shu Yan asked again.

"Hmm." Shifang nodded in frustration.

"Great, I don't even have anything to eat." Shu Yan patted the **** and said happily. The pastries I brought were specially prepared by my father, anyway, there are so many places in the space magic weapon, I also installed a lot of them at random, I always thought it was a big move, but I didn't expect to get so much information about flowers, such as butterfly love flowers, such as crying blood azalea...... It's really profitable.

"Great? How can this be called great, Miss Shu, female benefactor, female Bodhisattva, you say quickly, you are joking. Shifang said with a bitter face, do we still want to leave the netherworld, you have reached the Jindan stage, you can naturally open the valley, but I am only in the Peiyuan stage, and if you don't eat, you will have no life.

"Not this time." Shu Yan said solemnly, "In order to hear the information about those flowers, I left all the pastries to you, and I haven't eaten a single one in the past few months." Enough friends! ”

Shifang stood for a moment, and suddenly howled and cried, and his momentum was so tragic that people felt like they were feeling when they heard it: this is really sad.

Shu Yan watched with relish on the side for a long time, and waited until Shifang was tired of crying, and then said slowly: "Actually, Sister Meng told me that there is nothing to eat in the netherworld. ”

The crying stopped abruptly, and Shifang wiped his tears and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier." After a few months, the residue of the demon plant residue on his body was gradually cleared, and his skin slowly turned from black to light, and by this time, he had returned to his original appearance.

"You are a monk and a man, why are you ashamed to cry."

"Where can we find food, is it really harmless to us?"

"What Sister Meng said is still false."

"Yes, yes, yes, look at me confused, the netherworld is so big, how can there be nothing to eat." Shifang smirked, "By the way, what else did Senior Meng say." ”

"There is a dark ghost abyss in that direction, about a hundred miles away, although there are a lot of yin and evil things there, but there is also food that can satisfy the stomach, you don't go."

"Of course I want to go." Shifang replied without hesitation, just kidding, it's about food, even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I don't hesitate to give it a try.

"Without further ado......"

"Let's go now!" Shifang said affirmatively.

The two of them simply identified the direction and walked towards the dark ghost abyss.