In the inner garden, Mu Beici is studying the medical books compiled by Shennong Villa in Huifeng Pavilion.

Most of the books in the inner gate are the secret books of qin science, the Lingyuan method, and other classics that are publicly transcribed by the qinmen, such as this volume of "The Secret Biography of Shennong" that he is reading with relish.

Mu Beici silently recited the article: "The fruit of time, turning four times and clouds, is called spring, summer, autumn and winter." Spring is life, said to be wonderful spring, eat its fruits, increase longevity by more than 100 years, different from person to person. Summer is the solstice, it is said that the summer is scorching, eating its fruits, suddenly exceeding ten years, and it will not retreat.

Autumn is the equinox, said the end of autumn, eat its fruits, turn the style, long but not the season. Winter is frozen, said to be winter, eat its fruits, rejuvenate, remember as before. The four fruits, the same taste and appearance, if you want to distinguish them, you need to warm ......"

"Big brother!"

Hearing the shouts outside the pavilion, Mu Beici gathered the scroll, carefully placed it, straightened his clothes and wiped his forehead, and came out of the wind.

The cultivator was already waiting outside the door, and when he saw him coming, he prayed and explained his intention in a few words.

She was still wearing a simple and plain outer door dress, which was much lighter than when she first saw her, and she ran in a hurry, and a few strands fell between her lips, with a haggard and feminine in the mess.

Mu Beici looked at the pitiful junior sister in front of him, and his tone softened with his heart, "Heaven and Earth Quotation is an inner door spell, and relevant classics cannot be borrowed. With all due respect, why doesn't my sister enter the inner door? ”

"Senior brother, the sword really can't compare to the piano no matter what?"

Seeing that she was stubborn, Mu Beici sighed lightly, took the remnant sword, and covered the broken mark with his palm, and immediately, Lingyuan continued to gather around him, and finally poured out a green spiritual stream in the palm of his hand, gradually completing the sword shape.

Mu Beici handed back the sword and said: "Luqi is made of meteorites, and the mortal spirit yuan can't really restore it. When using a sword, you need to constantly consume spiritual power to maintain its form, and now I use one point of strength to reach my sister's ten strength, and try the sword for my sister, and I know the difference between the piano and the sword! ”

The cultivator responded, and the green and blue flashed and crossed Mu Beici's chest.

In the face of a sudden sword, Mu Bei fell back on tiptoe, spun half a circle with the momentum, jumped to the side with the wind, and the spring thunder fell into his arms, "Today's epiphany of the four seasons of time, this song is called "Four Scenes", please advise!" ”

The sound of the finger fell, and the sword shone with green spring, full of vitality, and Xiang Xiu Ling fell head-on, to the top of her head, and suddenly turned into thousands of vines to wrap her tightly in it.

Swing your sword and slash, and the vines grow endlessly, wildly, endlessly.

The rhythm of the piano is heavily enveloped, and the four seasons change after the song is played.

The snow is piled up into a mound, and the voice of the melancholy buzzes in it: "I thought that my senior brother would appreciate me for the spring light, the summer trees are shady, the autumn is high and cool, and the winter plum is frosty; I never thought about it, but I experienced the rolling spring thunder, the summer rain, the autumn wind, and the winter snow......"

Struggling to remove the snow, the cultivator poked his head out of the hole, shivering.

A humble gentleman? I...... Ahh

***

In the mountains and forests, sneezes echoed again and again, and the cultivators flew into the house.

changed his clothes and turned out of the bamboo screen, but saw that there was a bowl of steaming ginger soup on the table, which was not only spicy and pungent, but also wafting out a soft and sweet fragrance, which was refreshing.

Is it a big brother?

He took a clean drink from the end, and the cultivator exhaled happily, patted the bowl and said, "What is it boiled with?" It's delicious, isn't it? Count him Mu Beici a little conscience......"

In an instant, a warm current swept through the whole body, feeling very comfortable, and jumped into the hospital in three or two steps, stretching his waist.

She didn't realize that on the thatched roof, there were two people, one sitting on the left and the other lying on the right, like two owls in different postures, quietly watching her.

Gongsun Changqin put his elbows on his cheeks, and squinted at the wind: "See? She said that the ginger soup made by the deity was delicious. ”

“…… Waste. "The wind is still sitting upright, "but add some sweetness, I actually folded a thousand-year-old Luzhi, and damaged my ten-year-old cultivation, it seems that Xia Zun is worthy of being a rich idler." ”

"The so-called inch of gold is difficult to buy an inch of time, but whether it is gold or silver or time, it is difficult to buy the joy of the world. Today, if you can make her happy, she will rejoice, and the deity will also rejoice, how can it be said that it is a waste? ”

Gongsun Changqin rubbed his sleeves and sighed again: "It's Fengzun, who actually wants to lure her into the inner door with the method of mending the sword...... It's a pity that Ling'er is naturally persistent, how can it be so easy to change her mind? Therefore, she would rather find a way to find her own brother and find her brother. ”

"Xiazun, even if Ling'er is in the outer gate, he is also my Fuxi disciple." Feng Jinge's face was calm, as if he was about to drip water, "If Xia Zun has leisure, he should also take care of his own family affairs." ”

Gongsun Changqin stared at the eaves with slanted eyes, and said "um" quite meaningfully, "I'm not in charge of my own affairs?" Now that the jade-faced Langjun is concentrating on the piano, he should be distracted, and he will follow the deity, isn't it? ”

A gust of wind blew the roof, squirming on the roof, and sprinkled Gongsun Changqin's face all over his body.

Looking back, the song of the wind is long gone.

***

In the dead of night, the cultivator held his breath and touched the Huifeng Pavilion and leaned against an open window. His eyes moved up inch by inch, and he didn't see any movement in the pavilion, so he jumped into the window and squatted against the wall. In front of her, the tall book of the two people just blocked her figure.

Peeking through the cracks in the scroll, a seven or eight-year-old girl doll was lying on a couch made of three futons. The light of the fire in the bronze candlestick illuminated her puffy little face red. Presumably, she is Qin Zun who picked up the five disciples, fluttering.

In front of the futon there are some fragments of bamboo slips, and the characters on them are very difficult.

Visually inspect the layout of the library, if you want to obtain the "Heaven and Earth Introduction", you have to go around the fluttering spirit. After some tiptoeing and moving, she finally managed to move to the open door of the cabinet and walked inside.

Suddenly, the candle flame went out without wind.

The cultivator was careless and tripped over the bamboo slip on the sole of his feet, making a clicking and bumping sound.

"Who......?" In the darkness, Piao Piao asked in a milky voice. Suddenly, the candle flame lit again, illuminating everything clearly.

Looking at the cultivator flutteringly, he sat cross-legged on the futon, like a porcelain doll, exquisitely clear. She saw the rules of spiritual cultivation clearly, and pointed with her little hand: "You...... Is it the personal inheritance of the first uncle?! I heard that he also won the big brother in the qualifying match! ”

Seeing his innocence, the spiritual cultivator was moved, and Zheng'er Bajing said: "The day before yesterday, Qin Zun had accepted me as an inner disciple and called me to go back and forth to the Wind Pavilion to get a few books to preview. ”

"Really?!"

Piao Piao was overjoyed, jumped up, stepped forward and grabbed Xiu Lingze's arm and shook it, "Great! I finally have a little sister! Then he pouted and said, "Today it's my turn to guard the door, and I accidentally fell asleep, so don't tell Shizun." ”

Little junior sister?

Looking at the little big female doll, Xiu Ling was dumbfounded, crying and laughing.

Piao Piao still nodded repeatedly: "That's it." As long as you call me senior sister, I will find a book for you. You can read it here first, and if you have any questions, you can be sure that you will be answered. ”

Spiritual Rules: "...... Masters. ”