"Since he saved you, he is a good person." He blinked his bright eyes.

Killing people is bad, saving people is good, Sister Zheng doesn't even know this, it seems to be stupider than him.

The painting zither smiled lightly.

In fact, there is no specific boundary between good people and bad people, and if he is not bad to her, he is a good person.

The days of Yunwu Mountain are peaceful, and the painting kite thinks that these days are all eating and living in other people's hearts, and he is very diligent and works every day.

On this day, the elder of the library sent the medicine boy to pass on the painting kite, saying that he was looking for her for something.

The painting kite, who was cutting herbs, looked at the medicine boy who was passing the word, put down the cutting knife, and said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, lead the way ahead." ”

"Okay."

She has been back to Yunwu Mountain for almost half a month, and she has been repeating two things: cutting herbs, or copying medicine books.

The place to eat is next door, and the place to rest is also very close, almost nowhere to go.

She also thought that the Elder of the Treasury had forgotten her, and she thought that she would have to live like this mediocrity in the future......

"Boom!"

The stone gate slowly rose, and the elder of the material warehouse walked out of the cultivation room, and the painting kite also arrived.

The medicine boy who passed the word retreated silently, and the elder of the material warehouse pointed to the immortal locust tree not far away, "There is shade over there, let's go and sit there." ”

"Yes." With his head down, he followed him.

He didn't know what to say, so he had to wait for him to speak, but who knew that Elder Liuku would close his eyes and ponder when he sat down.

Time passed quickly, seeing that it was almost dark, he straightened his waist and waited for an afternoon, and several times he wanted to speak but held back, and secretly left but didn't dare.

"Painting Zheng, do you want to become an immortal?"

Just as she was hesitating to wake up Elder Liuku, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

“…… Is there any difference between an immortal and an immortal? ”

A hint of displeasure flashed between the elders' eyebrows, and his gaze slanted at her, "Don't ask nonsense, you just want to say whether you want to or not." ”

"Yes."

"Well, tomorrow morning, you can go down to the mortal realm." The elder of the warehouse flipped his palm, and a white jade flute appeared in his palm, and there were nine flute holes in the middle of the flute.

"Bring this on."

"Uh...... Elder, what is this flute for? The painting kite took the white jade flute and asked casually, Elder Liuku was unhappy again, he said with a disgusted face, "Elder Ben is not your master, there is no need to explain so much to you." ”

"......" The painting zither pursed his lips, looked at the white jade flute, touched and touched.

If you don't say it, you don't say it, she studies it herself.

Isn't the flute just used to play a little song?

She blew into one of the flute holes, but there was no sound.

She blew on the next few flute holes one by one.

Still silent.

"Hey! What the hell is this, how do you use it? As soon as he raised his eyes, he found that the elder of the material warehouse had already left.

Helpless, she could only ask the maid who was sweeping in the yard.

There is only one answer: for blowing.

Blowing and blowing, I can't make a sound.

Elder Warehouse must have given her a bad flute.

"Sister Zheng, who made you angry." I didn't regret that I was about to send the freshly washed fruit to the painting house, but I didn't expect to see her angry halfway.

"It's this flute that makes me angry, and I can't blow it." She wanted to say that Elder Liuku was stingy and gave her a bad flute, but he was a master who had no regrets, so she wouldn't be stupid enough to say it directly.

"Sister Zheng, this flute is so familiar."