The bamboo pond of Qingzhu Mountain, located in the forbidden land of the back mountain, is a small pond that is not big, only because the water in the pond is milky white, and the perennial aura is swirling, as if the pond is alive, so it is called the bamboo pond. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a simple bamboo hut next to the Bamboo Pond, Yun Wutong was staring at a snow-white squirrel on a bamboo couch without blinking.

The squirrel is Xiuxiu!

Today is the day Xiuxiu woke up, five days have passed since Qianyan took her back to Qingzhu Mountain, and three days have passed since Qianyan used the spirit cultivation bead to heal Xiuxiu's soul.

Xiuxiu slept for a hundred years, relying on the bamboo pond outside the house to save her life, her fur color was not very bright, her body was thin, and Yun Wutong blamed herself in her heart.

Seeing that today was the time for Xiuxiu to wake up, Yun Wutong didn't dare to be careless, from the time she opened her eyes in the morning to now, she has been sitting in front of the bamboo couch and waiting.

The sun rose high, and there were all kinds of bird calls in the bamboo forest, and Yun Wutong felt a kind of joy, just like her mood at this time, she could finally cure Xiuxiu and take responsibility for her mistakes.

When Qianyan pushed the door in, he found Yun Wutong's happy eyebrows.

"Girl, let's eat something."

Qian Yan put a plate of fresh melons and fruits on the table, picked up a red spirit fruit that Yun Wutong loved to eat, and handed it to her.

Yun Wutong said thank you, opened his mouth and bit it, it was tender and juicy, and more juice slowly flowed down the bite place, and fell low on Yun Wutong's skirt.

"Well, yes... It's red. Red Spirit Fruit? I... I also want.. I want to eat. ”

Hoarse and familiar voice, the startled Yun Wutong threw away the fruit in her hand, and she looked up at Xiuxiu.

Xiuxiu's eyes were wide open, her eyes were clear, and she just stared at the red spirit fruit that was thrown away by Yun Wutong.

"Xiuxiu, you're awake! That's great! ”

Yun Wutong was stunned for a moment, and then, huge joy welled up from her heart, she wanted to pick up Xiuxiu, but she was worried that she would hurt Xiuxiu, and she didn't know what to do.

"Sycamore?"

With a hoarse voice, it was still a little difficult to speak, Xiuxiu struggled to raise her head, and looked at Yun Wutong a little blankly.

"Yes, I'm Wutong, Xiuxiu, are you okay? Is there any discomfort there, can you recognize me? Remember me? ”

Yun Wutong looked at Xiuxiu nervously, although Xiuxiu woke up, but he had been weak for a hundred years, and Yun Wutong did not dare to be reckless.

"Sycamore, what's wrong with me? I felt as if I had a long dream, and in the dream... There was a ferocious dragon in the dream, and it thought... Think.. I ate it. Ate me. ”

Xiuxiu said with difficulty, her voice became a little hoarse and noisy because she hadn't spoken for a long time, and she seemed to have exhausted all her strength just by speaking, and she had to lie there again.

"Xiuxiu, don't speak, you're still very weak, you've slept for a hundred years, if you have any questions, I'll tell you slowly when you're in good spirits."

After Yun Wutong finished speaking, he turned to Qianyan, hoping that Qianyan would check Xiuxiu again.

"She's fine, she's just weak, just take care of it."

"Great. Xiuxiu, you have a good rest, I'll go out first, this is the bamboo pond of Qingzhu Mountain, you can live here with peace of mind, I will come to see you every day. ”

Although Xiuxiu was puzzled in her heart, she always believed in Yun Wutong, so she nodded lightly and closed her eyes to rest.

And when the words came out, Yun Wutong began to be distressed.

"Shallow words, you said, Yingluo and Xiuxiu stay here, it should be fine, I see that Zhuyin Daxian is in meditation on weekdays, they have a shallow foundation, and they won't be bullied by other teachers, right?"

Yun Wutong looked back at the closed bamboo door, and remembered that Yingluo was taken by Zhuyin Daxian to heal, not to mention her in the past few days, even Yingluo was muttered in private by those masters who couldn't figure out the situation.

"Girl, instead of worrying about this, you should think about yourself, you still have to go to Cangxinmen to cultivate the spirit beads, maybe you will encounter more difficult things."

Qianyan frowned, Yun Wutong really didn't take his own affairs to heart.

"It doesn't matter, I'm also a disciple of Cangxinmen, and I should accept any words or punishments from the master. Fortunately, the spirit bead was recovered, and Xiuxiu was cured, so I don't have any big regrets in my heart. ”

Yun Wutong said nonchalantly.

"That's right, Qianyan, you don't have to accompany me this time, I estimate that I will be punished at most, and then it will be fine, when the time comes, I will ask the master to come to the demon world to practice, you will wait for me in Qingzhu Mountain."

Yun Wutong told Qianyan about the decision that she had been thinking about for a few nights, not because she hated Qianyan, on the contrary, she liked to stay with Qianyan, this feeling fascinated her, and being taken care of and spoiled by others was really more nourishing than any panacea in the world.

It is precisely because of this that Yun Wutong is worried that she will blindly rely on Qianyan, and she will not have to contribute at all when she encounters difficulties, and she will be helped by Qianyan, which is not a good thing for her.

Cultivating immortals is to hone the mind, and it is easy to increase cultivation, but the training of the state of mind is not simple, otherwise, her master Lin Xiyan would not have been stuck in a bottleneck for five hundred years.

The more she relied on shallow words, the faster her cultivation would grow.

"Girl, you. . . Don't you like to be with me? ”

Qianyan's voice was a little low, he looked at Yun Wutong's shining eyes, there was a vision for the future, but he didn't know if there was him in that future.

"Qianyan, don't think about it too much, I just think I'm too dependent on you, it's not good, besides, this time it's just to go back to Cangxinmen to cultivate the spirit bead, and there will be no danger, you just wait for me here, just right, if Yingluo and Xiuxiu have any needs, I will ask you to help me take care of them." Don't worry, I will come to Qingzhu Mountain immediately after I return the spiritual beads, and when the time comes, I will not only have to learn some skills from you, but also practice the wood pulling technique left to me by the master. ”

Yun Wutong grabbed Qianyan's arm and said a little coquettishly.

"But, girl, I'm here to accompany you, where are you going, what do you want to do, just do it, I just need to be by your side. Moreover, I don't think that your trip to Cangxinmen will be so smooth this time, you know, that Wanfeng Lord is quite kind of to you, maybe you will be punished, if I am not there, what should you do if you are in danger? ”

Said in a nutshell, full of magnetic voice, listening to Yun Wutong's heart was sweet, this is the feeling of being cared for, she is really more and more inseparable from Qianyan.

"It's okay, in a nutshell, then the better we are, if I haven't come back after that time, you go to find me again, and besides, I have so many magic weapons and elixirs on my body, and I will be fine."

Yun Wutong shook her head, she looked at Qianyan with a smile, stretched out her hand to smooth his brows, and the frowning appearance of Qianyan made her feel good-looking, she was really poisoned by Qianyan.

Qianyan was about to say something, but was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"God, the Immortal Emperor knew that the God was here in Xiaoxian, so he sent a messenger to invite the God to the Nine Heavens, saying that he had something to discuss."

Zhu Yin lowered his head, not daring to take a second look, he felt that it seemed unwise to interrupt the shallow words at this time, but the messenger sent by the Immortal Emperor was still waiting outside, and if he didn't reach the meaning of the Immortal Emperor, he might not be able to pay the difference. (To be continued.) )