Feng Yu sighed, lay on the grass, and looked at the blue sky in a daze.

Everything here always gave him a very unreal feeling. Master Beauty seems to have something to hide from him, and Shippo is the same, and he doesn't tell him. What is hidden behind this calm, and why is he here?

In modern times, he is probably "dead", right? Fortunately, he is an orphan and has nothing to worry about. It's just that here, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't know anything in his heart, and this feeling is very uncomfortable.

Feng Yu lay quietly for a long time, and then slowly figured it out.

Forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and if it comes, it will be safe.

Feng Yu got up, sorted out his clothes, and accidentally found a dark red on the cuffs, and was suddenly startled: "What's the matter, where is the bleeding?"

If you look closely, it turns out that it is dyed.

"What is dyed?" Feng Yu bent down to look for a while, only to find that there were many brightly colored small beans growing in the place where he was lying just now, and a few of them were crushed, and dark red water flowed out. The color on the cuffs is dyed by them.

Feng Yu walked to the stream and wanted to wash his sleeves, but after rubbing for a long time, the color did not fade at all.

"It can't be washed off? Hey, by the way, this can be used as a hair dye, dark red is better than white. Thinking of this, Feng Yu was very excited, "When the time comes, add some ink to it and try to see if it can be dyed black." Wowhaha, I'm so smart. ”

Just do it. Feng Yu quickly collected a large handful of beans, and couldn't wait to run back and start making "hair dye......

"Pouring snow, pouring snow. "There was the voice of the beautiful master Yue Qingge outside the house.

Feng Yu yawned, got up and opened the door with sleepy eyes: "Master." ”

"Dumping ...... Snow, you ...... What's wrong?" Yue Qingge looked at Feng Yu in astonishment, who didn't seem to have woken up yet, and she didn't know what the expression on her face was.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Feng Yu scratched his head, only then did he realize that something was wrong. After dyeing his hair just now, he lay on the table and waited for the effect, but he didn't expect to fall asleep. Judging from the feeling just now, the situation doesn't seem to be good.

At this time, Qibao flew over, and when he saw Feng Yu, he was so frightened that he flew behind Yue Qingge, and shouted in his mouth: "Boy, your head...... Did it blow up?"

Feng Yu instantly sobered up and ran to the stream, and suddenly, a howl resounded through Que Xian Mountain.

"Oh my god, how did this happen?"

Judging from the reflection in the water, at this time, Feng Yu's hair was all puffed up, as if he had made an explosive head, plus a gorgeous bright red, yes, yes, it was not dark red, nor was it the black he expected. With such an effect, at first glance, it really looks like "blown up".

"It's over, it's all ruined. Feng Yu covered his head, wanting to cry without tears, "How can I see people now?"

"Don't worry, anyway, it's me and your master here, we won't laugh at you. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter.

"Can't laugh, then what are you doing now?" Feng Yu looked at Qibao with a sad look in his eyes, "I'm miserable enough, and you're still laughing at me." ”

"Who called you so funny, making yourself a big-headed red-haired monster, hahahaha. ”

"You ......"

"Qibao!" Yue Qingge glanced at Qibao quite seriously, "You go back first." ”

Qibao snorted coldly, and a puff of smoke disappeared into the air.

"Dumping snow, don't be sad, the teacher will help you wash off the color on your hair. Yue Qingge stepped forward and patted Feng Yu's shoulder.

"I'm not just going to wash this off. Master, I still want black hair. Feng Yu raised his eyes, there seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes, and the aggrieved little appearance was really distressing.

Yue Qingge was slightly stunned and nodded: "Okay, then don't cry." ”

"I didn't cry, so I won't cry for this little thing!" Feng Yu wiped his face and pulled Yue Qingge's sleeve tightly, "Master, what can you do?"

Yue Qingge looked at Feng Yu's hand, and her eyes moved slightly: "For the teacher, I will help you wash off the color first, and then study how to make it black." ”

"Oh, good. ”

......

In the small cabin to the west, there was a sound of rustling. Feng Yu, who turned back into white hair, sat at the door, looking at Yueqingge, who was busy with long sleeves rolled up in the room, and sighed in his heart: It is said that serious men are the most handsome, and it is true. Looking at the tightly knit brows, calm eyes, and that meticulous attitude, it is really handsome...... No, if it is used on the beauty master, it is beautiful.

"Pouring snow. ”

"Eh, Master. Feng Yu came back to his senses in an instant, and ran into the house with a smile, "Done?"

"Well, if you want your gray hair to turn black completely, you can't just rely on color dyeing, you need to insist on taking medicine to regulate your body, so I made two flavors of medicine for the teacher, one blindly taken internally, one dose a day, for a month. Blindly wipe it outward, once every seven days, four times. Later, when you take the medicine, the teacher will wipe it for you. ”

"Yes, thank you, Master. ”......

The breeze blows, causing the leaves to rustle. The flowers and plants in front of the pavilion are clinging, swaying with their heads bowed.

Feng Yu sat sideways in the pavilion, and on the hexagonal stone table beside him, there was a bowl of dark green potion. Yue Qingge stood behind him, smearing him with medicine. Looking from afar, the big and small figures seem to be frozen in this fairyland like a landscape painting, forming a dazzling scenery.

Feng Yu sat bored, his eyes rolled, and he had no intention of glancing at Yue Qingge, only to see his fingertips slightly hooked, and his slender fingers gently ran through his long hair, and then picked up a strand and smeared the potion little by little. That gentle movement and gentle look made Feng Yu move somewhere in his heart.

"Pouring snow," Yue Qingge raised her eyes, "What are you in a daze?"

"Huh?" Feng Yu rolled his eyes, facing the clear and gentle eyes of Shangyue Qingge, and was suddenly shocked, "I didn't, I didn't." ”

"The hair on the right side is wiped for the teacher, and you turn your head around. ”

"Good. Feng Yu quickly glanced at Yue Qingge, was silent for a moment, and began to find a topic, "Master, my white hair, is it natural?"

Yue Qingge paused and shook her head: "No." ”

"How can it turn white?"

Yue Qingge lowered her eyes: "You ate an herb by mistake before. ”

"Oh, didn't I ask Master to help me recover?"

"You didn't take it seriously at the time. ”

"That's right. Feng Yu raised his eyebrows, this original owner is quite open.

"By the way, Master, how did I get my previous injury?"

Yue Qingge seemed to frown, and turned her eyes to look at Feng Yu calmly: "Caused by accidentally falling from a high place." ”

Feng Yu was a little surprised: "Master, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"What did you do to lie to your teacher?"

Feng Yu Nunu's mouth, why didn't you say it before?

"Master, how long have I been with you, why don't you seem to know any kung fu, who is my father?"

Yue Qingge lowered her eyebrows, picked up a strand of white hair again, and said in a calm tone: "You have been a teacher since you were a child, and you don't know who your father and mother are." You're not very interested in practicing, you're just cultivating your mind here. ”

He wasn't interested, Feng Yu was dumbfounded, but he was interested.

"Master, I'm interested now, can you teach me?" Feng Yu blinked his eyes and looked at Yue Qingge expectantly.

Yue Qingge glanced at Feng Yu, didn't say much, and nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Master. Feng Yu smiled, but he didn't notice that the beauties around him had fallen into deep thought.