"Hanshan's reluctant invitation is to hope that Mrs. Tai can treat this hard-won flower well. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fusu Taoist said with words in his words.

The old lady did not recall all the past events at this time, and naturally did not know the tense situation between herself and Mr. Hanshan after a few months, but these are all for later.

That night, the old lady continued to dream—

"Senior brother, can I move? Look at my hands, they're all numb. "Hiding in a very luxuriant begonia tree, the old lady in the dream used the secret technique of the immortal cultivator to transmit the sound to the senior brother in the dream.

The clear voice helplessly persuaded her: "Little girl, you can't move!" If you move, those ice butterflies will be scared away by you. If you can't catch any of them, you won't be able to go back to the sect. ”

"But, I really can't stand it."

"I can't stand it and can't move, be good, hold on for a while."

"I really can't hold on anymore." In the dream, she muttered.

"Okay, then you can move." Qinglang's voice said in a straight voice: "It's a big deal, I'm waiting for you one more time." ”

"Ah, if you want to be able to do more, then I'm not going to be an old woman." Although, after the cultivator has always become a foundation building monk, his appearance will remain unchanged.

The night breeze slowly blew through the begonia tree in the courtyard of Lixiangyuan, the pink petals fell like rain, and the Fusu Daoist half leaned under the tree to drink, and the delicate petals fell on his head, face and body. Fusu Daoren stroked a petal and caressed it with his fingertips, and the delicate touch of the petal was also like the pretty face of the little girl who was cared for in the palm of his hand back then.

"Green Wave, if you were left in that spiritual vein for more than one jiazi back then, would you and I have become an immortal couple by now?"

It's a pity that the night is quiet at this time, and only the swaying sound of the night wind blowing the flower branches accompanies him to sigh together.

"Senior brother, this is the Blue Ice Butterfly!"

After a series of dreams of not being able to move on the begonia tree, the old lady finally saw the legendary blue ice butterfly.

Small, like a pair of wings outlined by a famous little wolf with a single stroke, as thin as cicada wings...... The ice blue plating on the thin wings has an ultimate beauty.

"No wonder the female monks of our Kunlun Immortal Sect like to raise this ice blue butterfly as a spirit animal, such a beautiful little thing, which girl doesn't like it."

"Girl, do you like this ice blue butterfly very much?" A clear voice asked dotingly.

In the dream, she really liked it, but said helplessly: "I like it, I can't help it, we finally caught this ice blue butterfly, but I want to bring it back to the sect." ”

"If you really like it, my brother will accompany you and wait a little longer." A clear voice proposes.

She shook her head: "No need, senior brother." The process of catching the ice butterflies was so painful that she didn't want to try again.

But the senior brother has always loved her, and he must wait for them to return to the sect and then quietly find an excuse to help her catch the blue ice butterfly.

In the dream, she didn't want her senior brother to be affected, so she found an excuse: "Senior brother, this begonia tree has been waiting for us for many days to wait for the ice blue butterfly, and now I am really reluctant to leave the spiritual vein, otherwise let's transplant this begonia tree back to my cave to plant." She thought she had a good sense of humor and said, "Maybe you can attract one or two ice butterflies!" ”

"You, you have a lot of ideas." The senior brother stretched out his slender fingers, scratched her little nose affectionately, and agreed.

"Miss, the old slave doesn't look very good lately!" In the afternoon, the old lady had just fallen asleep, but she was not in good spirits, and she felt tired. Mama Xu looked at the old lady's coated appearance and was very worried.

The old lady was dizzy at this time, and she couldn't hear what Mama Xu said.

She stretched out her old fingers to rub her temples.

Mama Xu insisted, came to the bedside of the old lady and sat down, "Miss, the old slave will help you massage." With that, Mama Xu reached out to replace the old lady.

The two masters and servants have been together for many years, and many times, Mama Xu knows herself better than the old lady.

With the strength that the old lady felt comfortable, she gently pressed the old lady's acupoint, and couldn't help but propose: "Now that Mr. Hanshan is also in the house, if not, let him prescribe a prescription for you to calm your nerves."

The old lady felt that Mama Xu's proposal was good, so she asked Mama Xu to look at it.

In the afternoon, the people of Fusu Dao hurried to Lixiangyuan.

"Why is the gentleman here?" Seeing the Fusu Daoist coming, the old lady was very surprised.

Fusu Daoren glanced at Mama Xu and said, "Just now, Mama Xu came to Qingzhu Pavilion to find Hanshan, saying that you are too old lady to be mentally deficient recently, and you are always cowardly, so let Hanshan open a prescription for Mrs. Tai. The direction of Hanshan is not down, but I still think it is more appropriate to come over in person to take a look at the old lady. ”

"Sir, I really have a heart." The old lady pursed her lips and smiled, and then instructed Mama Xu to move Zhang Jinqi to her bed for Fusu Daoren.

In fact, since waking up in the afternoon, the old lady has been groggy all the time, and she is too lazy to get out of bed, so she ordered Mama Xu to go alone to find Su Daoren to prescribe medicine.

Now that Fusu Dao people can come, it is the best.

Although there is a difference between men and women, she is half-lying on the couch and is rude.

But since ancient times, illness has not been taboo for doctors, and this etiquette is not so important in front of doctors.

Fusu Daoren actually knew the reason why the old lady was dizzy, and even more, he was the culprit.

When Mama Xu came to Qingzhu Pavilion to ask him to prescribe a prescription, Fusu Daoren pretended not to know and asked about Mama Xu's illness.

Then the Fusu Daoist proposed to Mama Xu to come over in person to help Mrs. Tai see a doctor.

The old lady was worried, so she naturally adopted the opinions of the Fusu Dao people.

Mama Xu placed a soft pillow beside the bed so that the old lady could cushion her hands.

When Mrs. Tai put her hand on the soft pillow, Fusu Dao reached out to give her pulse.

"Hanshan looks, the old lady's symptoms should be caused by sleeping at night."

"Sir, he is really good at medicine." The old lady praised: "The old body has been having a dream for a few days. ”

"Oh! What kind of dream is it that haunts you so much? Fusu Daoist withdrew his hand and pretended to be listening.

Since he asked, the old lady didn't want to hide it, "It's not a haunt, and the dream is also beautiful, so that people of this age have the innocent feeling of returning to their youth." ”

Fusu Daoren pretended to be surprised, "Hearing the old lady say this, Hanshan is curious about what kind of dream it is, so that the old man has the innocent feeling of returning to his youth?" ”

The old lady also felt that it would be good to have someone to share, so she simply told her the dreams she had these days......