(Cat flutter Chinese) Qiuqiu was so demented for a few days, and it was like sleepwalking when she woke up. When asked, she didn't seem to hear what she said, or she answered what she was asked. Aunt Yan wanted her to go out for a walk, so she sent her to deliver something to Elder Yang, but she didn't come back after going for a long time, Aunt Yan went out to look for her, and found her by the pond.

Qiuqiu sat in a ball with her legs crossed, staring at the water in a daze.

Aunt Yan thought to herself that it was fortunate that she was sitting at the water's edge and did not jump into the water.

This kid seems to be more water-friendly.

Aunt Yan pulled her to stand up and walked back, and Qiuqiu followed her stupidly. Explain that the things she sent out have always been in her hands, Aunt Yan thought bitterly, this is also good, people lose things and take them strongly, things can't be lost.

In this way, the other disciples who were selected to teach also had some different performances, some disciples were in retreat, I don't know if they had realized any truth, and there were also those who were in a daze like Qiuqiu, but the symptoms were not so serious.

Qiuqiu herself was unaware of her state at all. She herself couldn't tell where her mind had gone when she was in a daze, because when she woke up from that state, her mind was blank and she couldn't think of anything.

Maybe Aunt Yan's prayer in her heart is really useful, after Qiuqiu has been wandering like this for a few days, she suddenly became normal, not in a daze or stupid, her mind is clear and organized. Aunt Yan carefully asked her how she understood the purple jade technique, Qiuqiu thought about it, and shook her head blankly: "It seems that I have forgotten it, and I can't remember it at all." ”

It would be false to say that she was not disappointed, but Aunt Yan comforted herself. If you don't have that fate, you can't force it, teach it yourself, don't ask her to have a big future in the future, just live in peace.

Qiuqiu really didn't lie, she really didn't remember what was going on with Ziyujue at all.

She still remembered the situation when the head of the sect taught them the purple jade recipe, but what was the purple jade recipe all the things imprinted in her mind at that time had already been blurred.

What the head wants to convey to them is very mysterious, and it can only be understood but not spoken. The more I tried to think about it, the more vague the situation became. Later, Qiuqiu couldn't even tell which things were conveyed to her by the master, and which ones were added after her thoughts diverged. Perhaps what the boss wants to express is something else entirely, and her understanding and impression have gone the wrong way.

Everything seems to be the same as before he was chosen, and the eyes of others looking at Qiuqiu gradually changed from novel and eager to ordinary, and even some pity and even contempt mixed in it. Many people think that Qiuqiu's qualifications are not good, and it is Aunt Yan who entrusts her with favors. The head of the house looked at Aunt Yan's face and agreed to teach her the purple jade trick, but Qiuqiu was really not angry, it was not that material, so others could learn to be famous, even if she squeezed it, it would be in vain. I don't understand it at all.

Aunt Yan couldn't be angry when she heard these words, but she couldn't explain them one by one.

Qiuqiu herself doesn't care. still practiced with Aunt Yan as usual and planted flowers. Aunt Yan felt sorry for her apprentice, thought about it for a few days, and came up with an idea.

The apprentice must like to go out, and it's a good idea to take her out for a walk.

Aunt Yan felt that Qiuqiu liked to go out because of the last Fengyun meeting. Qiuqiu looked so reluctant when she left. Now there are too many bad things in the Purple Jade Pavilion, so it's better to take her out and take a look around. Take it easy. By the time they returned, the discussion would have subsided.

There's always something new happening. Qiuqiu will not be remembered too strongly. If they leave temporarily, Qiuqiu's affairs should soon be forgotten by everyone, and they will automatically look for the next topic.

Aunt Yan made up her mind and began to pack her bags.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, there are Qiankun bags, and the things to be used are packed inside, and the master and apprentice can go out at any time. Aunt Yan planned to entrust the affairs of the flower garden to a reliable person during her absence.

Qiuqiu is also looking forward to going out. Of course, it is a pleasure to be able to go out and see different people with different scenery. It's that she is worried that as soon as she goes out, if the little sister asks someone to send a letter, she will not receive it for a while. Aunt Yan specially entrusted someone for this matter, and if the letter arrived, she would receive it for her first.

Their itinerary has been decided.

It's just that before leaving, there was a big accident.

Accidents are always unexpected.

Qiuqiu remembers very clearly, it was the third day of the ninth month, and this year the weather was cold early, and a layer of frost fell on the grass blades by the lake, which was white.

Aunt Yan was found by the master, and after she came back, she didn't know how to speak to her apprentice.

In the past few days, Qiuqiu seems to be much more jubilant than usual, always smiling on her face, looking forward to going out, and even which direction to go, whether to take a boat or a car are included in the plan.

Now let her suddenly say that they can't go out, how disappointed she must be.

Or Qiuqiu saw that the master had something on his mind, and came over with tea empatheticly: "Master, what are you talking about?" ”

"Let's ...... You may not be able to go out for a while. ”

Qiuqiu felt a little surprised: "Is there something in the sect?" ”

Aunt Yan nodded.

"Said there was an important guest coming."

Qiuqiu asked curiously, "Who is it?" ”

This Aunt Yan didn't tell her.

I can't go out, and I'm disappointed, but I'm optimistic about autumn and autumn, and I soon figured it out. It's just that they can't go out for the time being, no matter how important the guests are, they always have to leave when they come, and when the time comes, their master's and apprentice's travel plans can be implemented, so they really can't figure it out for this matter.

The heat of summer is fading day by day, and the good season of autumn is also a busy season. Many vanilla fragrant flowers are in the season of picking and harvesting, and there are small wild chrysanthemums blooming everywhere behind the rocks beside the road in the yard, and the small flowers are myriad, and the colors are even more colorful, although they are not precious, but they are full of vigor and vitality, and they are particularly pleasing. This kind of flower is not inconspicuous, but the vitality is extraordinarily vigorous, some disciples picked a handful of colorful wildflowers and went back to the house to insert them in the vase, except for adding water to the bottle, but those flowers have been blooming for several days, and there is no sign of withering.

The vitality of wild things is different from that of artificial cultivation. There are many precious flowers and plants that need to be maintained and picked in a special way, and some flowers will wither as soon as they leave the branches. In contrast, Qiuqiu prefers these wildflowers.

Qiuqiu also picked many small wild fruits in a wasteland by the flower garden. Some are sweet, some are sour. The smallest is only the size of a little finger, and the largest is only the size of a walnut, so she can't eat so much for a while, so Qiuqiu plans to make dried fruits or pickle them in sugar, and when she goes out with Master after this time, she will be a snack on the road to pass the pastime.

One of the fruits is dark purple and has a sweet and sour taste, and when ripe, the skin becomes very thin and breaks when touched, and the juice inside is particularly obvious on the hands and clothes, and it is not easy to wash off. Qiuqiu's fingers are almost dyed purple and black, and her ten fingers are slender, but the fingertips are purple and black, not to mention how weird it looks.

Qiuqiu saw the changed hand, suddenly remembered something, and quickly took out the mirror to see.

Sure enough, she had just tasted two of these wild fruits, and now her lips and tongue were stained! Bai Shengsheng's face was a purple and blackened mouth, and when he opened his mouth, his tongue and teeth were purple......

Qiuqiu put away the mirror speechlessly.

It's like a monster.

A sudden look at it at night may scare people out.

She found a handkerchief and stood by the well to wash her hands and wipe her mouth carefully. I don't know why this fruit is so strange, it is easy to dye, but it is difficult to wash it off, and after washing it for a long time, I didn't see the color on my hands fade somewhat.

Qiuqiu was depressed at first, but when she was depressed, she couldn't help but laugh to herself.

It seems that she misunderstood the purpose of the fruit. This fruit should not have been eaten in the first place, but used as a dye.

Well, yes, you should write it down, maybe it will work.

That's when she heard a noise behind her.

Qiuqiu stood up straight and turned her head.

A man stood not far behind her, and the desolate grass overwhelmed most of the man's figure.

The clear autumn sun was shining, and there were birds chirping on the branches, and Qiuqiu suddenly felt that the sun was too bright and dazzling, and it made people's eyes dizzy.

She reached out and covered her eyes.

The man walked over, his gaze slowly moving from her face to her hand.

Qiuqiu followed his gaze and saw his ten black fingertips at a glance.

"How did this get it?"

Only then did Qiuqiu come back to her senses and show the man the wild fruit wrapped in a handkerchief.

The man picked up a wild fruit and looked at it, Qiuqiu watched his movements, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

It was too late, and the juice of the wild fruit stained the man's fingertips again.

His hands were white—whiter than hers.

She couldn't describe what the man looked like.

She had never seen such a good-looking person.

The man was as beautiful as the man in the painting.

No, even the people in the paintings are not so good-looking.

He was like a man in a dream, so unreal.

The man also found that his fingers were stained.

But he didn't care. Putting down the wild fruit, he took Qiuqiu's handkerchief and wiped her hands.

This man's attitude was so attentive, as if he were wiping down a delicate and precious fragile porcelain.

Qiuqiu couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?" ”

The man stopped and looked up at her.

That glance made Qiuqiu stunned.

I don't know why, I feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He didn't speak, but lowered his head and continued to wipe her hands.

But after rubbing it for a long time, the color was still dyed there, and it stubbornly refused to fade. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

PS: Today, Big Orange is obsessed with a toy gun, gesturing at me, and asking me to close my eyes and hang my head with an "ah" and pretend to be dead. I was shot at least a dozen times tonight Chinese cat