Hearing this, Baili Snow's round little buttocks paused, but immediately set off on the road again.

With great effort, he finally climbed up to the string of plantains, and was stretching out his arm to fish, but he heard Su Qianqian shouting below: "You said that your father is Xiazun, so who is your mother?" Tell me, and I will tell you where the fruit is. ”

"Bang"!

Hundreds of miles of snow fell from the tree, like a ripe fruit, and there was a sound of falling to the ground.

Lying on the ground on all fours, he looked at the banana leaves above his head with wide eyes wide open, and a beautiful face poked out of them, observing him with a smile.

Fu Xueden turned over and snorted angrily: "My mother...... My mother's name is Xiu Lingzhi! Thou sayest, 'Where is the fruit?' ”

...... spiritual cultivation?! The smile on the corner of Su Qianqian's mouth froze, and after the shock, he stood in place again, and Mu Ne replied: "The Burning Summer Fruit is long gone, and the Burning Summer Tree is already dead." ”

"Why not? How did you die?! That...... Where is the fruit? Fuxue asked, got up from the ground, dragged Su Qianqian's arm and shook it and asked.

Su Qianqian relieved his spirit, shook his head, and suddenly plucked a melody with the qin, and pointed to the banana tree in the seal, the originally vigorous banana leaf quickly withered and showed its original shape, turning into a piece of dead wood stuck vertically in the soil.

"Look, this is the true face of the summer tree."

The wood was about as tall as the snow, and it was thin and craggy, like a weathered old man. There are no side branches, and there is no trace of fruit, just a lonely one barely standing.

In Fu Xue's opinion, those soldiers who would rather die than die on the battlefield without a head but still have an upright body are also in this posture. He bowed to the wood in awe.

Su Qianqian saw his strange demeanor and looked sad, "Actually, the Xia Fruit is not of any use to cultivators, so no one cares about the life or death of the Xia Tree. What you just saw was an illusion, and the funny thing is that no one has seen through it for many years, so it can be seen that no one really cares about it. You're the first. ”

After being silent for a long time, Su Qianqian suddenly walked towards the dead wood, hugged it with both hands, pulled it out of the soil, and she held it very cherished and walked to the snow, "You are the child of Shizun and Ling'er, this wood will be used as a meeting gift for you to make the piano." ”

Baili Fuxue was surprised: "You believe me? ”

Su Qian smiled and said: "Xia Zun is my master, and the two poems you just read were undoubtedly written by him; Sister Ling is not only a classmate of mine, but also an old friend of mine, and she also has the grace to save my life. I saw that you used the Five Elements Spell just now, and it must have been learned in the Fuxi Sect...... It shows that you have a close relationship with both of them. ”

She handed the wood in her hand to the snow, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to grow up, how good it is to be a carefree child!" The Burning Summer Wood is the same as the Burning Summer Fruit, and it has the effect of ripening, and using this wood to cut the qin can greatly improve your cultivation, which is ten times faster than ordinary spirit wood. ”

Seeing that Su Qianqian was so generous, Fu Xue blushed instead, although he felt guilty in his heart, it was difficult for him to confess that he had lied to her, after all, at this moment, the piano material he had been thinking about had fallen into his arms.

When he was struggling with his strength, Su Qianqian's hand had already pulled him up, "Let's go, I'll take you to the Wuboring Pavilion to sit down, presumably your senior sister will come to you in a while!" ”

"Teacher, sister? Ah, you, you...... So you already knew ......! ”

Baili Fuxue suddenly realized, and immediately shook his hand to escape, but the small palm seemed to be stuck in Su Qianqian's palm, no matter how he shook it, he couldn't shake it off, so he could only be dragged away.

The Wu Bo Pavilion is a hexagonal pavilion located in the center of Banana Leaf Villa, and there is nothing special about it. Only a small plaque is hung under the corner of the eaves, which is inscribed with the words "Wu Bo Pavilion", and the inscription is a person named Ye Wu Boying.

Fu Xue stared at these three words for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Who is this Ye Wubo?" Does it have anything to do with Ye Linglong? ”

A look of horror flickered on Su Qianqian's face, and she hurriedly said, "It's okay." He also said, "Why don't you tell your sister about your sister's deeds in Luoxiaqinmen?" ”

Fu Xue nodded, and suddenly blinked her eyes and asked, "I heard that the female disciples of the Luoxia Qin Sect all like Gongsun Changqin, but is it true?" You also love him, so does my sister love him? ”

Su Qianqian couldn't help but smile: "At a young age, do you know what love is?" ”

"I know." Fu Xue said seriously: "Sister Qianqian, you say, how can you prove that a woman really loves a man?" ”

Looking at Fu Xue's serious appearance, Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh, thought for a while, and said, "There is!" If a woman is willing to cut a strand of her green silk for a man and give it to him, it means that she loves him. ”

"Cut your hair...... That's not that hard, right? Fu Xue muttered to herself, her voice was extremely soft, and Su Qianqian didn't hear it. She was afraid that Fu Xue would ask strange and point-to-point questions again, so she simply began to talk about the past of Scarlet Blossom Pass to divert his attention.

Just as the two were talking, the cultivator really came to him. She is not the only one, but also the grandson Changqin who follows him closely.

Although Gongsun Changqin is the one who walks behind, in fact, he has already pinched the right time. He had a calculation in his heart, and roughly estimated the time when he touched the snow to find the summer tree and entangled with Su Qianqian, so he went to find the spirit and said that the snow secretly ran away.

Xiu Ling was in a hurry, and was about to go to Jiaoye Villa to find someone, but Gongsun Changqin followed behind him slowly, and said lazily along the way: "Don't worry, don't hurry...... until he arrived at the gate of the village, he gently pulled the Xiu Ling rule, and unconsciously shook to the front of the Wu Bo Pavilion.

In front of her, Su Qianqian was holding the little hand of the snow and telling a story, telling how she was attacked in the Liusha River, how she was rescued by Jin Wu, and how she was hidden in Banana Leaf Villa by Xia Zun.

Baili Fuxue was fascinated by the excitement when he heard it, staring at him, and waving his hand as if he was fighting the enemy. At this time, a punch was thrown, and in front of the waist of the spiritual cultivator, she blocked and grabbed it with one hand.

Fu Xue was slightly startled, and then the two of them made a few more moves before he shouted excitedly: "Senior sister!?" He threw himself into her arms.

Xiu Ling grabbed him and shouted, "What is the crime of leaving the master without permission?" ”

When Fuxue was stunned and was about to cry when she was so aggrieved, Su Qianqian stepped forward and said, "Since Senior Sister Ling is here, let's stay in the village for a while, and by the way, I will cut the piano for your little junior brother." ”

"Lyre?"

Fu Xue hurriedly said: "Sister Qianqian gave me a good piece of wood!" As he spoke, he brought the piece of wood off the table.

As soon as Xiu Ling looked at the wood, he knew that it must be a rare and strange wood, and asked, "Senior Sister Su, what is going on?" ”

Su smiled lightly, leaned into her ear and said everything that had just happened, and when she said it, Xiu Ling's face was red.

She once again begged Xiu Ling to stay, and Fu Xue also helped on the side, and even Gongsun Changqin said: "The two of you meet again after a long absence, it doesn't hurt to stay for a few days, the wind is exhausted and Shi Yao is there, the deity will go and say, as for Xia Cen Yang...... For the sake of shallowness, I will take you in. ”

The snow clapped and was elated. Xiu Ling knew that the owner of Xia Zhuang and Su Qianqian's father were old friends, and saw that Xia Zun was confident and complacent, so he agreed.

Of course, everyone has his own thoughts. Su Qianqian wants to stay with his master for a few more days, Fuxue wants to occupy his senior sister for a few days, and Gongsun Changqin can also take advantage of this to be idle for a few more days.