The fisherman's house is very simple, barely sheltered from the wind and rain. In return, Nangong Yan climbed onto the roof to repair the fisherman's house. When he was tired and sweating profusely on the roof to rest, he thought, has Yan Wu finished the meal? What did the sister-in-law do to eat today?

The life of a low-ranking monk is like this, almost indistinguishable from that of a mortal.

Under the dilapidated roof, Yan Wu sat on a stone, surrounded by a large group of radish heads, they liked this big sister.

The poorly dressed children had light in their eyes and clean in their bodies. Noisy and shouting, Yan Yu let them play for a while and sang a ballad before they were willing to disperse.

Yan Wu sat on a high place and looked into the distance, and after a while, she spread out her palms and looked down at the mottled spirit beads.

The age is too old, and there is not much spiritual energy left in the spirit bead, and the inside is foggy and no longer transparent.

Yan Yu closed her eyes and clenched the eldest thing in the village.

Perhaps, she finally knows the secret of that time, the truth she missed.

The spirit bead shines brightly, and it has changed back to the appearance of its heyday, crystal clear, beautiful and gorgeous. The rise and fall of a city flashed quickly in Yan Wan's mind, and finally fixed in the vast sea.

The spirit beads turned into powder, and drops of blood soaked into the land.

Nangong Yan likes life here very much, but it is impossible for him to stay here. Leaving the fishing village and walking on the country road, Nangong Yan asked, "Do you like it here?" ”

Yan Wu's eyebrows were slightly bent, and her smile was shallow: "Hmm." Pretty good. ”

Nangong Yan walked nimbly among the rocks, and said to himself: "This is a good place to live in seclusion, I want to report it to the government." ”

Yan Wu's tone was light: "You are taking revenge." ”

Nangong Yan stumbled for a moment, turned around and said, "Isn't it good to report to the government?" Only by implementing the household registration can it be convenient for the unified management of the imperial court, and when there is danger, the imperial court can send people to rescue. ”

"Really?" Yan Wu jumped into a giant tree.

Nangong Yan followed closely and wanted to argue with her. Jumping and running like this, he soon crossed several peaks.

"Alright, stop yelling." Yan Yu stopped and froze in the air, "We are trapped. ”

Whether it was a trapped formation or something, Nangong Yan couldn't really see it, and slowly fell to the ground with Yan Yan.

At this time, not far away, a dwarf winter melon came out of the ground, and the "winter melon" jumped and ran over excitedly.

Nangong Yan drew his sword and defended: "What person?!" ”

The winter melon rolled on the ground and hid to Yan Wu's side, holding Yan Yan's trouser legs.

Nangong Yan: ......

"Are you winter melon essence?"

"What winter melon essence! I'm Shi Ling. Xiao Shijing said angrily with his hands on his hips.

Nangong Yan touched his nose.

Yan Wu looked at it and said, "It is indeed a little stone spirit." ”

"Why are you holding us back?" Yan Wu could feel the kindness in it.

Xiao Shijing replied shyly: "I saw your painting on the stone, it is so beautiful." ”

Nangong Yan frightened: "Aren't you afraid that we will arrest you?" ”

Like dead things become spirits, all because of spirituality, this kind of spirit is very precious.

Xiao Shijing ignored Nangong Yan, from him-belly? Pulling out a whole bunch of things from the pocket of his belly: "I like your paintings!" These are for you. ”

Nangong Yan opened the bottle made of stone: "It's the spiritual essence." ”

Yan Wu bent down, in it-forehead? It nodded on its forehead: "Since you gave me something, I will also give you something." Give you my blessings. ”

Xiao Shijing didn't know what he had gotten, and he was suspected of being shy, turned into a red winter melon, and ran away in a hurry.

The flesh on both sides shook and jumped, jumping like a zombie.

"Is it a loss or a gain?" Hyun Ji's blessing.

"Anyway, I'm at a loss, and I'll give it to you."

Yan Yu smiled, and those eyes seemed to be never sorrowful. Looking at her, Nangong Yan was also worried.