The plum rain pavilion strengthened by the magic circle, the stacks of escape charms that have been accumulated, and the rare fairy grass everywhere in front of him, all of these are all prepared by Yun Qianlu for Xuanyuan Mingyue, even if he can't be by her side one day, he also hopes that she can live a little more relaxed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yun Qianlu hopes that Xuanyuan Mingyue can use the immortal grass in the medicinal field from the foundation building stage to the god transformation stage, does that mean that he will leave for hundreds of thousands of years, and he will never even appear in front of her eyes again?

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Mingyue felt that her heart was depressed, her heart seemed to be submerged in water, and that dull and sad mood filled herself.

Glancing at Xuanyuan Mingyue, who was standing in a daze, Yun Qianlu called softly: "Mingyue, come here as a teacher, the cultivation of these immortal medicines also requires skills." ”

Hearing Master's call, Xuanyuan Mingyue temporarily put those troubles aside and trotted all the way towards Yun Qianlu.

The cultivation of fairy grass is completely different from ordinary mortal plants, they have rhizomes but rarely rely on rhizomes to survive, and a steady stream of aura is their source of energy, so only the branches and leaves or fruits on the mother plant can raise seedlings, but the growth and reproduction of wild fairy grass depends on the right time and place, so their young plants are formed, as little as a few months and a few years, and more than ten years or hundreds of years, all by luck.

In order to shorten the time, Yun Qianlu brought back all the seedlings that had already taken shape, which is rare.

Xuanyuan Mingyue and Yun Qianlu were very busy, one digging pits, the other putting seedlings, filling in the soil together, and before they knew it, the sky was dyed with ink.

It was also because the sky was too dark, Xuanyuan Mingyue put in the last seedling, and he felt that his finger was accidentally pressed into the soil.

"Master, you pressed my finger into the dirt." Xuanyuan Mingyue looked at Yun Qianlu's eyes amusedly, and asked with a smile: "Master is planning to plant a bright moon and then grow a lot of bright moons?" ”

This girl rarely laughs with herself, but by chance, it makes Yun Qianlu's heart very warm.

"Silly child," Yun Qianlu hurriedly pulled Xuanyuan Mingyue's hand out of the soil, gently placed it on his palm and blew, and said with a smile: "There is only one bright moon, how can it be planted." ”

"Because that's a little Mingyue," Xuanyuan Mingyue said with a smile, suddenly thinking of something, she pouted, and her emotions suddenly became sad, and said, "It would be nice if I could plant a master, then the master is gone, and the master will accompany me." ”

The kid couldn't bear to be on his own. Yun Qianlu's heart was stagnant, and he turned from great joy to great sorrow in a trance, and his eyes were also uncertain.

As if he had made some decision, Yun Qianlu's eyes flashed and flashed, and finally grabbed Xuanyuan Mingyue's hand, and said softly in a voice that was softer than moonlight: "Mingyue, you bury Master's hand in the soil now, see what it can grow?" ”

Could it really be that you can grow a master? Xuanyuan Mingyue didn't believe it at all, but she knew that her master would surprise her, so she smiled and dug a hole, and gently buried her master's jade-white hand into the soil.

The plum rain pavilion under the moonlight is ethereal and lonely, and there are many cicadas singing and insects, and the plum branches are swaying.

Xuanyuan Mingyue didn't dare to speak, just stared quietly at the palm of the master she had buried, and her attitude was as pious as that of a pilgrim.

Like countless tiny stars coming out of the soil, followed by the young shoots that were as tender as jade, Xuanyuan Mingyue glanced at Yun Qianlu in surprise, full of joy.

The young bud gradually grew, and it was a thorn with a faint green fluorescence, the thorn was only three inches in size, but in the heart of the tree bloomed an inch-sized white flower.

"Mingyue," Yun Qianlu pulled out the hand buried in the soil, smiled faintly at Xuanyuan Mingyue, and said, "As long as Master lives, this thorn will not wither, and this flower will not wither." ”

Under the moonlight, Yun Qianlu's eyes were as affectionate as water, Xuanyuan Mingyue understood and some didn't understand, but she was happy to be able to bond with her master again.

Picking up a white wide-mouth porcelain bottle from the left and right of the blue sea and Qingyun Perry, Xuanyuan Mingyue stuffed a large handful of superb spirit stones into the bottom of the bottle, and then carefully moved the thorn into the porcelain bottle, and carefully buried its roots with soil.

"Master, such an important thorn tree. Mingyue has to carry it with you to feel at ease. Xuanyuan Mingyue explained with a smile while transplanting thorns.

Seeing Xuanyuan Mingyue so nervous about this thorn tree, Yun Qianlu's heart was as sweet as melted halva, but he still said softly: "Mingyue, don't be so careful. As long as Master lives, this thorn will not die. ”

Xuanyuan Mingyue didn't quite understand why Yun Qianlu kept talking about life and death, she didn't think much about it, because she believed in her master's ability too much. She always thought that the master said this just to relax herself and not have to care too much about this lesson, but there were some things that she didn't understand until much later.

At night, Xuanyuan Mingyue took the thorn tree out of the blue sea and Qingyun pendant and placed it on the master's bed, intending to watch it fall asleep. Yun Qianlu, who was in the outer room, knew these things through his connection with the thorn tree, and he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

The Thorn Tree was supposed to be extremely hard, a plant that would prick your fingers if you weren't careful, but the one that Yun Qianlu gave to Xuanyuan Mingyue was not like that.

Xuanyuan Mingyue felt that this thorn tree was extremely soft, and it felt like a soft feather, but its appearance looked very unapproachable and sharp.

"Master, have you slept?" Xuanyuan Mingyue thought of the fact that the master would leave, and she didn't want to sleep when she was so depressed.

"Nope." Yun Qianlu's voice was very gentle, sounding like the warm sun in winter, making Xuanyuan Mingyue feel warm from the inside out.

"Master, I'm going to look for you, okay?" Xuanyuan Mingyue was talking while moving neatly on her clothes.

Yun Qianlu wanted to persuade Xuanyuan Mingyue to go to bed quickly, but when she heard that she was already getting dressed and preparing to come over, she compromised and said, "Come here." His voice was soft, softer than a feather.

Xuanyuan Mingyue came to the outer room briskly, glanced at Yun Qianlu who was sitting upright at the desk writing and painting by candlelight, and called out sweetly: "Master." ”

Yun Qianlu raised his head and smiled lightly at Xuanyuan Mingyue, and said gently, "Come, sit next to Master." ”

"Master, what are you writing?" Xuanyuan Mingyue was a little curious, so she couldn't help but ask her master. She walked towards Yun Qianlu as she spoke, and sat down beside him obediently, cute like a kitten.

Smiling indulgently at his little apprentice, Yun Qianlu said softly: "These are all formation diagrams, Master will tell you slowly." (To be continued.) )