Bai Xiaoxian was completely immersed in his own creation, and he didn't know anything about the situation in the courtyard.

At this time, she was preoccupied with the bookcase, carefully tracing something, and next to it were a few pieces of colored silk paper that had obviously been drawn.

This colored silk paper was made by Bai Xiaoxian from the bark of the cotton tree and other spiritual plants mixed with the powder of the water spirit stone when he was in Liuyun Valley. It is not wet when it encounters water, it is not wet when it is exposed to fire, and it will not fade when writing and painting on it, and it is extremely resistant to storage, and there is no problem in preserving it for tens of thousands of years.

Before she knew it, the morning had passed like this, and it wasn't until the Holy Son came to call for lunch that Bai Xiaoxian was surprised that time had passed so quickly, she turned her somewhat sore wrist, carefully smoothed out the last painting, and her face showed a joyful arc.

Bai Xiaoxian walked out of the inner room, winked at the ball that was probing his brain, took his little meat hand and said, "It's not a good baby to peek, eat!" ”

The Holy Son pursed his lips and snorted arrogantly.

Chun Ying looked at Bai Xiaoxian with a few words and stopped, their legs were trembling, okay, fortunately, Miss didn't forget to sleep and eat, so that they could also breathe for a while.

Today's lunch has a fish head tofu soup is Bai Xiaoxian's favorite, after a busy morning, he also hurriedly ate a bite of breakfast, which will make Bai Xiaoxian really hungry.

beckoned everyone to sit down, and Bai Xiaoxian feasted, but today she ate a lot faster than usual, and after a while, she ate two bowls of soup, and also ate a small half plate of honey pork ribs and a small bowl of sweet potato rice.

Bai Xiaoxian quickly solved the stomach problem, and said to a few people with a smile: "You eat slowly, I'll continue to be busy." ”

After speaking, he did not forget to specially instruct the Holy Son Dadao: "Tuanzi, you have to be good, don't bully them very much." ”

Don't think she didn't see the loveless looks of the spring cherry blossoms, especially Xia Yu and Qiu Yue. You don't have to think about it to know that the group must have practiced a few of them again.

In terms of cultivation, she also felt that it would be of great benefit to them to let Tuanzi give them guidance once in a while.

Although Tuanzi himself can't cultivate now, he has a divine heritage, not to mention pointing out a few of them, even if he instructs the Bai family master, it is more than enough.

So in the afternoon, the spring cherry blossoms started the activity of topping the plate again, but this time the difficulty was escalated, not that Zama stepped on the top of the plate to catch the pebble, but stood on the top of the plate on one leg to avoid the pebble.

The Holy Son stood under the porch, and the pebbles in his hand were shot more than twice as often as in the morning.

At first, Chun Ying was in a hurry, either falling or fouling.

Gradually, the balance and flexibility of several of their bodies have improved a lot, and the number of hits has become less and less.

On such a cold day, several people were sweating profusely.

After the Holy Son threw away the small stone, he patted his little hand that was not dusty, and paced to the window of Bai Xiaoxian in search of searching, but unfortunately the window was closed tightly, and he couldn't see any movement inside.

In the house, Bai Xiaoxian bent twelve pieces of spotted bamboo with the same length and thickness through special sap and bent them into the same arc, and the ten fingers skillfully fiddled for a while, and a hollow round frame was set up.

Bai Xiaoxian installed three gears cut from spirit stones at the bottom, and a bulge on the gears was connected to a cylindrical transparent cover.

This cover is as thin as a cicada's wings, shining with colorful light in the sun, it is the butterfly wings of a magical rain butterfly in Liuyun Valley, and Bai Xiaoxian has only had such a little in three hundred years.