On that day, Qingyue had been admonished by Master Minghe until the evening before being put back, because he had been training for a whole day without stopping, so he was tired and hungry, and his whole body was sore, thinking that the food had already been eaten by the senior brothers at this hour, so he had to be hungry for another night, and he couldn't help but sigh and walked away and couldn't even eat a full mouth.

But as soon as I entered the door, I saw my little sister sitting on the bed, she got up comfortably and stretched her waist and meowed, her pupils showed a dissatisfied look and said, "Why is it so late?" Why does that old man who can't even laugh want you to learn all your kung fu in one night? ”

"It's not an old man who can't laugh, he's also your boss." Qing Yue's tired limbs were tired, and he poured himself a sip of water, and finally felt better: "You come to my house..."

Huang Mo jumped off the bed, went to his side and swept him with his tail: "Senior brother? ”

Qing Yue couldn't speak now, Huang Mo blinked, and went out again without saying a word.

Qing Yue saw that she was leaving simply, and didn't care what she was here for, curled up and fell on the bed, planning to rest for a night first, and tomorrow would be better.

However, he finally fell asleep in a daze, and felt that something was sweeping around in his nostrils.

Qingyue opened his eyes with difficulty.

Huang Mo sat at the head of his bed, saw him open his eyes, and handed over a bowl with his tail rolled: "Here you go, eat it." ”

"You did it?" Qing Yue was very surprised.

"Of course!" She raised her neck proudly and pointed to the soup again: "Drink it." ”

She was concise and to the point, and her commands were righteous. I didn't say what it was, but this bowl of clear soup was normal in color, Qingyue sniffed it, and there was no strange taste, thinking that it was the little junior sister who cooked the soup herself, and it was in her conscience that she found that the senior brother treated her well, so she drank it in one go.

Unexpectedly, this bowl of hot soup went down to the stomach, and it really played a miraculous effect, he lay down for a while and sweated, and his stomach didn't hurt anymore, and all the way down the mountain, he always felt that the soles of his feet were windy, very relaxed, even in such a cold winter, he always felt warm all around, and his limbs were clear and smooth.

This heart, really let Qing Yue remember in his heart, from time to time to comfort himself, the little junior sister still has him as a senior brother in his heart, after Jun Li listened, seeing that he was still wandering in the sea of junior sister is really a good child, paused, and asked, "What color did you just say that soup?" ”

"It's blue-white."

"What does it smell like?"

"It's a little bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet, and it's like a spring breeze in the stomach, and the warmth is clear, which is very magical."

"Oh, of course it's magical." Jun Carp indifferently dropped a chess piece and said, "What you eat is the treasure of your Shu Mountain, Qingmu Fruit." ”

If you want to talk about this cleansing fruit, it is the top

After the head of Shushan became an immortal, he sent down a treasure to congratulate Shushan on its prosperity and longevity since then. It is a Qingmu tree planted by Mingze Xianzun, who is in charge of the fairy world fruit tree Wanlin, nourished by Xianze, and grows in the fairy world, which is extraordinary.

Although for him, the fruits given by his immortal monarch from Su Jishan all day long are piled up in the thatched house, which is not a rare thing, and he often cooks soup for Huang Mo when she is sick, and all diseases are eliminated after eating. Huang Mo should have also seen Qingmu Guo, and he didn't take it seriously, seeing Qingyue's stomachache, he also thought about how to do something practical for his senior brother, but he didn't expect her to be a rare kindness in a hundred years, and she ruined the treasure that had been hidden in Shushan for a hundred years.

Jun Li saw that Qing Yue was so frightened that even the soul that was maintained by smoke was almost scattered, and injected some aura under his feet, and Qing Yue, whose body was gradually dissipating, solidified back to the Yuan Shen, he looked at Jun Li tremblingly, and couldn't even speak.

Jun Li looked at his trembling lips and fragile nervous power, and still felt a little pity for him, although he hoarded too many goods at that time, and eating Qingmu fruit as a snack was also Huang Mo's daily life, and he developed the habit of not knowing the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt, which was really his dereliction of duty.

"Another day, I will go and get a Bi Ruoguo to Shushan as compensation, and you don't have to blame the little junior sister, but after you eat it, your body doesn't have any other reactions?"

Jun Li's sudden concern, Qing Yue came back to his senses and couldn't figure it out: "No?" He thought to himself: "Except for that night's deep sleep, after almost no consciousness, I didn't feel anything." ”

"That's right." His suddenly lowered voice and unbelievable eyes made Qing Yue really confused, and the Divine Venerable seemed to be thoughtful: "You are the Seventh Prince, but why are you in Shushan?" ”

"This ...... Actually, I don't know much that when I was about eight years old, my mother died, and then I was sent to Shushan. Qing Yue said about his own affairs, which should have been a heavy past, but he was still a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "Maybe it's because time has passed too long, and I can't remember much." ”

"Haven't you been back in such a long time?"

"I've been back two or three times, but it's just an important occasion when the gods worship the heavens." Qingyue's face showed seriousness and calmness: "But I think this is also very good, I am very glad that I came to Shushan to grow up as a disciple of Shushan, Master Fan Sheng, Master Mingyu, the head of Nangong, everyone is very good to me, I think compared to being a prince in this deep palace, I like the identity of a disciple of Shushan even more." ”

Jun Li stared at him with a smile on his face, and then looked away quietly.

Everything is like black and white on a chessboard, and who knows what kind of road to embark on next?

Qing Yue had some words that he didn't say, and he occasionally dreamed of some scenes that he had never seen before.

If it is said that the memory before the age of eight is always vague, but only one scene often sneaks into his dreams silently, and everything is so in Shushan

Beautiful, Master's stern teachings, years of advice, when the thirteen-year-old first learned his identity, he was just an unaware concept of this, and asked Master Nangong if the prince could eat as a meal? Can he not have to go to morning class?

After being shaken his head and explicitly refused, he felt that the prince was nothing remarkable, and the master saw that he was so generous and exposed the matter, and all sighed and asked him, Do you know that money can make ghosts grind?

Qing Yue blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized that he was actually an invisible local tyrant, and even boasted to his junior disciples that one day he must build a ladder for Shushan, and the more than 3,000 steps are too tiring to sweep.

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