There was a slight sound of footsteps outside, and then there was another knock on the door.

Mo Li went to open the door, and this time it was Mu Qingyun who came. He had apparently freshened up and changed into a white robe. The long hair was halfway up, and a bun was formed on the top of the head, which was fastened with a hosta. Shaking the folding fan in his hand, he returned to his previous demonic appearance.

"Why do you eat so little?" Seeing that there was still half of the food left on the table, Mu Qingyun frowned.

"No appetite." Mo Li said, "What does Achu eat?" ”

"Before we came back, Lao Hong just fed him porridge." Mu Qingyun sat down at the table, "It's the one who brought you food just now, he is a mute, and the master picked it up." I usually do some rough work and cook. Whatever you command, let him do it, and his ears are not broken, and he can hear you. ”

"Well, I just spoke to him." Mo Li said, "Is it okay to just eat porridge?" Not enough nutrition, right? ”

Mu Qingyun pursed his lips: "Your husband is strong and can't die of hunger." ”

Mo Li rolled his eyes and said, "You only drink porridge and try to last for a few days!" ”

"I'm not sick, why do I just drink porridge. Rest assured, good things are added to the medicine every day. ”

"Can I give him some fish soup?" There were fish in the river when I came, and it didn't look small.

"Lao Hong has a lot of things to do every day, laundry, cooking, tidying up the yard, and taking care of the medicine field, how can I have spare time to catch fish for you."

Mo Li raised her eyebrows: "May I ask what Young Master Qingyun is busy with every day?" ”

"I know that this girl of yours is beating my son's idea." Mu Qingyun snorted twice, squinted at her and said, "Fish can be caught, and there are rare game in the valley, do you want to?" ”

Mo Li immediately browled his eyebrows: "That's no better." ”

Mu Qingyun's face showed an incomprehensible smile: "Then it's decided, this son is responsible for catching fish and hunting game, you do it, you can't regret it when the time comes." ”

"Hey, isn't it just cooking, it's hard for me." If Mo Li knew that she was asked to cook all kinds of delicacies every day, she would never have agreed so happily.

"It's a deal." Mu Qingyun put away the wicked smile on his face and took out the pulse pillow from his sleeve pocket, "Come here, I'll check your pulse." ”

Putting on Mo Li's wrist, Mu Qingyun frowned for a moment: "Why is it not as good as before...... but I have been sick again recently?" ”

"Well, I had a high fever on the way here. But two days will be fine. ”

"Alas, I hurt the root before, and if I don't thoroughly adjust it, I'm afraid it will leave hidden dangers in the future. Let's take care of it in the valley for a while. This was also the main reason why Mu Qingyun agreed to Mo Li to come to Lingxiao Valley, if it was just because of Murong Chu, he wouldn't dare to let her risk coming here so far.

Mu Qingyun began to check Murong Chu's condition again, during which Lao Honglai sent the brewed tea and took the food box away.

After making sure that everything was normal with Murong Chu, Mu Qingyun said again: "My master will not be able to come back in a few days, and now there is only one Lao Hong in this valley except for the three of us." The valley is huge, don't run around, don't get lost. If you want to go out, look for me in the courtyard next door, and if I'm not there, look for Lao Hong, who lives in the westernmost courtyard. ”

"Okay, don't be verbose, I'm in this courtyard, I'm not going anywhere." Mo Li yawned and began to flirt.

Mu Qingyun walked to the door, stood still, turned around and said, "There is one more thing I want to tell you." ”

Seeing his serious expression, Mo Li couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"Your husband and wife have been separated for a long time, although it is said that Xiao Biesheng is newly married, but in Achu's current situation, you still have to refrain and not violate him."

"Get out!" Mo Li's face was blushing, and he angrily raised his foot and kicked towards Mu Qingyun, who had a mocking face.

Mu Qingyun flashed, dodged the foot, and laughed while sweeping out: "I'm for your good, when he recovers, how you like to toss and how tossed, now you can't haha......"

Mo Li rushed at his back for half a day, and closed the door with a "bang". This guy sincerely teased her, and sooner or later he will have to take revenge.

The house was instantly quiet, and Mo Li went to the hot spring in the backyard to fetch a basin of water, and wet a cloth towel to wipe Murong Chu's hands and face. He took off his coat, laid down the curtain, climbed into the couch, and lay down beside him.

The tip of his nose lingers with a faint fragrance of tea, which is his breath, which is familiar and reassuring. Mo Li rested his head on his neck, put his hand on his waist, closed his eyes and muttered, "Good night, General." ”

The glass pendant around his neck suddenly emitted a faint light, and Mo Li was once again in the white mist.

"Divine Venerable, Divine Venerable, where are you going? How did you go for so long? ”

Under the big tree full of small purple flowers, the girl clutched the placket of the man in white and asked worriedly.

"Went to do something." There was exhaustion in the man's low voice.

"Divine Venerable, but what happened? The day before yesterday, I heard the little boy in Liuxian Yuan say that there was an abnormality in Fuling Mountain, did the Divine Venerable go there? ”

The man's figure suffocated, and he held the girl's hand holding the hem of his clothes: "It's chaotic outside, don't leave Zichen Hall recently." ”

It turned out that this place was called Zichen Palace, and it was obviously the first time he heard this name, but Mo Li had an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

"Can't you go to Liuxian Garden?"

"No, no, you can't go anywhere."

"Divine Venerable, what happened, can you tell me?"

"Nope."

"The little boy in Liuxian Yuan said that he overheard his master's conversation with others, saying that the seal of Fuling Mountain was loose, and as long as he used abundant spiritual power to sacrifice to the array, the seal could be strengthened."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, there's no such thing at all!" The man's voice sounded annoyed, and he held the girl's hand tightly.

"Shhh......hh ”

The little boy also told her to be careful, because she was the fairy with the most spiritual power.

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Mo Li's mind, in a sea of lilac flowers, the hand of the man in white swept over the most beautiful flower, but he was accidentally injured by the burr on the flower path, and a drop of fingertip blood fell on the flower, which was quickly absorbed by the stamen. The petals of the flower snap together, enveloping the stamens and turning into budding flower bones.

Strange to say, this flower bone slowly grows, larger than the other flowers, but it never blooms. The man would often come to the flower, sometimes take out the jade flute and play a song, sometimes he would say a few words to it.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a year, maybe a decade, maybe a hundred years, maybe longer. The garden had gone through countless blooms, and the flower finally bloomed again when the man came again, and the stamen of the flower held a colorful glass bead.

The man held the bead in his hand, but the flower withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Since then, the bead has become a man's personal belonging, and he often plays with it in his hand.