Feng Qihan's face was extremely delicate, and the thin lips of the concubine were slightly hooked, but a faint cold light appeared in a pair of phoenix eyes.

An eerie silence.

After thinking about it for a while, she didn't seem to say anything, did she? Why did she feel that the master was even more angry?

But unexpectedly, Feng Qihan didn't embarrass her in the end, her eyes lit up everywhere, and a row of marigold jade candles lit up falteringly, and the dark hall was bright.

"Would it be good to teach you a spell for the teacher?"

I went to look at him quietly, only to see Feng Qihan lowering his eyes, a pair of hands as white as jade spread out in vain, silently reciting a spiritual spell in his mouth, and a paper crane made of spiritual energy appeared in the palm of his hand, happily fluttering his little wings, and a small chirp sounded.

Feng Qihan smiled at her, and the little paper crane flew from the palm of his hand to her eyes, levitating and calling, like a little chick.

When she stretched out her hand, the paper crane lost its spiritual power and fell into her hand, turning into a piece of stationery.

She looked up in surprise, "What kind of spell is this, it's so interesting." ”

"Qiuqiu also try it?"

She silently recited the spiritual mantra that Feng Qihan told her in her heart, and thought of another sentence, and sure enough, a wisp of spiritual energy condensed in her palm, and a small paper crane emerged from the faint mist.

How can this thing only know how to go in circles in the same place? I watched the little paper crane chirp, but I didn't know where to go, and finally it just fell in the palm of my hand and didn't move.

"Qiuqiu has to think of me, so that it can fly over many places and come to me. Feng Qihan looked at her deeply, and there seemed to be a flickering light in her eyes covered by long eyelashes, with a hint of tenderness.

She watched her master foul with a beauty trick, but she didn't notice that the paper crane in her palm was still fluttering its little wings and flying towards him crookedly.

It seems that the milk swallow is in her arms, ignorant and determined.

The paper crane chirped and fell between Feng Qihan's five fingers, the corners of his eyes bent, and he pinched it gently, but his eyes still fell on his peach-like little face, and he said, "It's a good job, Qiuqiu is really smart." ”

I was stunned for a moment before I came back to my senses, and Master Xindao was probably not angry.

A fluffy white hug squeezed in from the open door, and his whole body exuded the smell of overnutrition, and his fleshy stomach almost got stuck in the door.

But fortunately, in the end, I squeezed in, shook my hair, and the hairball staggered and rushed over.

I was worried about picking maple leaves before anyone started, so I planned to simply take advantage of the oil on the soles of my feet and leave.

In the woods.

"Maoqiu, why did you come here alone, don't you play with Xuanwu?"

Furball had an indescribable expression.

I didn't understand what this guy was thinking, so he rubbed down half of the dirt slope, and there was a sound of water in front of him, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and like the sound of rain, which was very quiet and beautiful.

Pulling away the branches and leaves and getting out of the jungle is like a different world. The stone walls are towering into the sky, with jagged surfaces, and it might be more appropriate to say that the stone steps are naturally occurring, as the stone walls take on a stepped shape, with a curtain of crystal clear water flowing down from the top.

It is the water curtain that is quiet, and the stone is like a chime.

Her eyes lit up, not that she had many artistic cells, but that there were a few spiritual maples growing on the edge of the stone.

Lingfeng is intertwined, especially the roots, twisting a few big nodules, deeply rooted in the stone, and actually growing in the cracks of the stone!

Along the way, I have already met several medical disciples who have picked up Lingfeng. Originally, there were not many spiritual maples on the mountain, but now the competition is still very big, and when he saw these trees, he didn't hesitate at all, ran down the dirt slope, and climbed the stones with his hands and feet.

Lingfeng was high up, elegant and reserved looking down at her on the upper layer of stones, the leaves full of aura of the tree kept shaking, thinking that cultivating under this tree could get twice the result with half the effort.

And yet—

"Emma!" his feet slipped, and he was startled, and his feet kicked wildly, only to find that he had stepped on the ground. So she wasted so much energy, and she didn't climb up much?

Okay.

The furball spun around behind her, almost being stepped on by her foot, and rolled in a circle in fright.

She was suddenly blessed with a blessing to her soul, and she obviously knew how to climb the ladder! Although she didn't practice well, she couldn't climb it with her hands.

After a few deep breaths, he did a psychological construction, flew up on his toes, stumbled on the stones a few times, and climbed a distance with his strength, and finally arrived in front of the spirit maple.

The hairball was still rolling in place, and when I got up, I saw that the person was long gone, and I was so anxious that I exploded a circle of hair.

He climbed up the trunk of the tree, picked up the good-looking one and ripped it off, pinched it in a thick stack in his hand, and put it into the bag if he couldn't catch it.

Such a thick pile, how can it not be a soft sister coin? He sighed, but it is useless to ask for soft sister coins in this world, and everyone uses spirit stones.

After picking for a while, he squatted on the branch and rested for a while, looking at his already black fingers and thinking, it is not easy to study medicine. In the past, I always saw novels about the magic doctor in white clothes or something, it was all a lie. When I went out to collect medicine, I wore white clothes so that I wouldn't be scratched by the thatch on the mountain, and I would have to be dirty and unhuman.

When she looked down, she saw a figure passing by on the road, so fast that phantoms appeared in front of her eyes.

Thanks to the fact that there are no traffic rules in this world, otherwise this person would have to be speeding.

Thinking about it in a mess, he had to be extremely diligent in picking the spirit maple leaves in his hands.

Three pounds...... How much?

She didn't have any idea of that, just the more the merrier.

Feeling that the space in the bag was filled with a small half of the spirit maple leaves, he thought that this should be almost enough, so he touched the big branch that was on the verge of baldness with a little apology, and jumped off the tree lightly.

"Hairball, hairball, don't run!" Carrying a somewhat long skirt, he returned to the ground with his old trick, but saw the hairball running wildly in one direction, and he couldn't shout back.

Is there an osmanthus cake over there? Or is it a sugar cake? It's rare to see you so agile on weekdays!

She chased after her, but the road was getting farther and farther away, and she didn't know which horn Gada, a place she had never seen before.

"Why don't you run?" he almost ran until he ran to his back, holding his waist with one hand and the back of the hairball with the other hand to lift it up.

The furball hugged its long tail especially aggrievedly, "Coo!"

"Huh, really?" said Murphy, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the grass in front of him.