Heng Yuanxiu had been paying attention to Uncle Xu's expression, and found that his complexion was different, and his complexion was very ugly for a moment, but he endured it after a moment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's not going to be irreparable."

Except for the first day, Shang Jiu specially came to take him to the inner stream.

On the second day, the guard at the gate was removed, which seemed to indicate that Wuhua could be allowed to move freely.

Wuhua speculated, it should be Miaobai who came to his senses and explained everything.

It's just a pity, even if the guards are removed. No one led him down, and Wuhua could only stand on it and look enviously at the crowd walking below.

Wuhua stood on the platform, looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.

But there was a figure that jumped up directly from below.

Wuhua took a closer look, and actually found that the figure in the emerald green shirt was actually Heng Yuanbai, who should have been on the altar.

He wore an emerald green robe today, with a large piece of tough grass lightly embroidered with gold silk on the cuffs of the placket, and the jade belt around his waist showed his abundance and handsomeness more and more.

Wuhua had a slight look of surprise on his face, "Why are you here?" ”

"Huh?" Heng Yuanbai was stunned by her question, and replied subconsciously. "This is my home."

Wuhua naturally knew that this was his home, so she glanced him up and down, and lowered her voice to Heng Yuanbai's side.

"Is it over today?"

Heng Yuanbai shook his head at her with a shallow smile.

He seemed to unintentionally come to Wuhua's ear, and the warm breath poured into Wuhua's ear, making her ears red and taking a step back. "Not yet."

Wuhua took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress his heart, and suddenly raised his head and looked at Heng Yuanbai's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Forced to ask calmly. "Then why don't you go?"

"Isn't this here to pick you up?" It's just that those red ears betrayed her, but Heng Yuanbai didn't poke it and said softly.

Wuhua frowned.

Before Wuhua could say anything, only a voice came from below.

"What else are you doing there?" The male voice is clear, but there is a strong color of impatience between the lines.

"Can't you come down and talk about it?"

"No matter, I'll go first, you like to ink as much as you like."

Heng Yuanbai was urged from below, and he was not in a hurry to refute, but just stretched out his hand, and when Wuhua had not come back to his senses, he took advantage of the situation to hug Wuhua.

jumped down from above, but Heng Yuanbai did not let go, chasing the back in front of him, but it was just a cup of tea.

Wuhua blinked again, and a strange man's face was enlarged in front of him.

She took a step back.

"Shang Da." Heng Yuanbai put her down and wanted to leave, but before leaving, he turned around and reminded him like a warning.

Shang Da couldn't help but purse his lips and muttered in a low voice. "Heavy color and light friends."

Because what he said was vague, Wuhua didn't hear it clearly.

It's just that he was keenly aware that Shang Da was a little hostile to him, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he thought about it like this. A woman is prejudiced against herself, and it's just hostile.

This Shang Da has never seen it before, and this hostility really comes for no reason, right?

Just when Wuhua cast his puzzled gaze on Shang Da and looked him up and down, Shang Da seemed to be afraid of him, and stepped back a few steps.

It seems that you want to get as far away from Wuhua as possible.

Wuhua looked at his back as he fled into the wilderness, she squinted her eyes and found that it seemed to be a little familiar.

Wuhua hadn't said anything yet, but Shang Da walked back for some reason.

At this time, he deliberately kept a distance from Wuhua by one step.

Compared to the people who joined in the fun on the first day, there were many more people on the last day.

Wuhua was brought by the owner of the stream himself, so there was a lot of attention to her.

But after all, Wuhua has appeared a few times, and she will not be at peace as soon as she enters the stream, compared to others, Wuhua's fame is, in a sense, like thunder.

On the altar are three long pear blossom wood tables.

As soon as Heng Yuanbai stepped up to the altar, he sat down in the long table that was vacant. "Let Hui Bo, Uncle Xu wait for a long time."

Two people sat behind two long tables opposite.

Hueber smiled and shook his head. "The old man has only been here for a short time, so he won't get in the way."

Uncle Xu's face was condensed and he did not speak.

Heng Yuanbai didn't mind his attitude, he didn't see it.

"Ready?" Hui Bo asked Heng Yuanbai, and seeing Heng Yuanbai nodding, he nodded to Cheng Xu, who was standing in the center of the altar. "It's time to go."

Cheng Su walked to Hui Bo's side and took out a palm-sized white jade glass tea cup from the long table.

The glass teacup that had just been brought out of the medicine box was faintly pale under the refraction of the sunlight.

Cheng Su walked very steadily, and with one step of movement, the tea cup did not sound at all.

At the moment when Cheng Su turned around, Heng Yuanbai took out a white scarf from his arms, and the scarf was three fingers wide.

In front of everyone's eyes, Heng Yuanbai slowly shook the scarf and covered his eyes.

The crowd under the altar was in an uproar.

"What is this doing?"

"Lord Stream, is this going to rely on the sense of smell to distinguish the herb?"

"How?"

Wuhua stood under the altar and watched Heng Yuanbai's actions, listening to the exclamations of those people, his eyes were slightly condensed, he really didn't understand much, what were they sighing for?

Shang Da seemed to understand her doubts and explained. "To identify the amount of herbs and the heat, you need to get three points."

"Look, smell, taste."

"A bowl of medicinal soup, the average healer can see the color and the floating debris in it, and then he can know what kind of herbs are used in it."

Shang Da pursed his lips disdainfully. "That guy didn't know how to feel, but he gave up this most intuitive step."

Hearing Shang Da's explanation, Wuhua nodded clearly.

cast her eyes on Heng Yuanbai's body, she always felt that since Heng Yuanbai dared to do this, she would naturally win.

Finding that Heng Yuanbai was moving like this, Cheng Su's steps slowed down slightly, and through a layer of hazy white cloth, she seemed to be able to face Heng Yuanbai's face.

It's just that the distance is limited, no matter how slow down Cheng Su's pace, he still gently placed the tea cup in front of Heng Yuanbai after all.

She was just stunned for a moment, Heng Yuanbai's palm was already covered, and her big hand with distinct knots completely wrapped her hand in it.

But it was only for a moment, and Heng Yuanbai retracted his hand.

Cheng Su's fingers trembled, and his eyebrows were unconsciously dyed with a shallow smile.

She stood beside Heng Yuanbai with a faint smile, staring at the outline of Heng Yuanbai's side face without blinking.

Cheng Xu's fingertips unconsciously skimmed over the place where Heng Yuanbai had stayed before, and it seemed that he could still feel Heng Yuanbai's body temperature.

Heng Yuanbai naturally didn't know Cheng Xu's careful thoughts, and he was all on the teacup in front of him. (To be continued.) )