The first time I ate honey fruit was when I was six years old, when Zhannaya was still with my father and living with my family.

My father was a small merchant, running back and forth between several towns and cities, making money by pounding some things, most of the time he was not at home, but every time he came home, he would bring some small things to his children, some to wear, some to play, and some to eat, and the most frequent in eating was honey fruit.

Zhan Naya still deeply remembers the feeling of tasting honey fruit for the first time, sour, sweet, sour in the mouth, sweet in the heart.

Later, he followed his teacher to practice magic, and then left his parents, family, and several of his siblings. Although I was still able to go home often, and at least several times a year at first, in fact, as I practiced and grew up, it was inevitable that I would gradually become more and more distant from the family I used to be.

So, childhood, once, even home, these and so on, all the feelings, slowly, were replaced by honey fruits.

The taste of honey fruit represents the past.

Because of this, Zhannaya fell in love with the honey fruit. In fact, he didn't eat it very often, but at least once a month, Zhannaya would go to the bazaar, buy some honey fruits, and then taste them one by one.

This is almost one of his quirks, and this habit has followed the youth, youth, and middle age of Zhannaya until now.

After middle age, when I bought honey fruits, I was asked with a smile by different vendors: "What did you bring for the kid at home?" and I also asked if it was for my disciples, and whenever this happened, Zhan Naya would laugh and be speechless, and occasionally there would be a little embarrassment, of course, just a little.

And many times it is recommended: "Sir." I suggest you buy this, this one tastes better, it's just a little bit more expensive. ”

And he tasted it, more than he had often bought, or rather, more than he had eaten in his childhood. This new product tastes really better. The honey fruit used to be sour and sweet, but in fact, it was still astringent, which was the reason for the poor processing and rough fruit selection.

But in childhood, I naturally completely ignored the astringency, and only felt the sourness and sweetness.

And that feeling. There is no substitute. So after tasting the better, hardly astringent honey fruit, Zhan Naya still smiled and shook his head: "I still like the old varieties." ”

Old variety, old taste, and that taste is destined to last a lifetime.

At this time, in the dead of night, on the bed. Zhannaya had a special "honey fruit" in her mouth and meditated quietly.

In fact, this kind of behavior is an old habit of Zhannaia. Before meditating, throw a honey fruit into your mouth, and after the meditation is over, chew it slowly and eat it little by little. It always made Zhan Naya feel warm and sweet inexplicably, and it seemed that in this way, the whole quiet meditation became gentle and intoxicated.

This kind of behavior. What started out as an unconscious attempt, but then slowly became a routine, and I couldn't stop it. However, this is not the case for every meditation, but every few days. Again, Zhannaya cherishes this feeling, and is afraid that if he comes every day, it will be destroyed.

This night, again.

It's just that this time the "honey fruit" is a little special. And this is special, and Zhannaya doesn't care. Or rather, at first, he didn't care.

The taste of the potion and the taste of the honey fruit are naturally different, far from the same.

The latter is sour, astringent, and sweet, and the former is definitely not sweet, nor sour, but astringent, and the medicine has barely melted away, and the thick astringency Zhan Naya feels it, and at the same time, there is a heavier bitter taste, which also diffuses from the tip of the tongue to the entire mouth little by little.

The smell was enough to wrinkle any child's face.

However, for a ninth-level magician and an old man, the difference between this astringency and bitterness, and the sour and sweet of honey fruit is not so big, and you can taste it patiently and carefully.

Zhan Naya closed his eyes slightly, and after a little pranayama, his spiritual power slowly expanded from the depths of his body and mind, to his entire body, and then to the entire hut. Actually, it can be extended far outward, but it is not meditation, but another form of cultivation.

In the hut, with the expansion of spiritual power, the originally empty space, the light belonging to the four elements lit up little by little.

If so, how do you describe it? It's like a person standing under the night sky, the sky was pitch black, as if it was cloudy, but now, the clouds are dissipating, the stars are flashing, and there are more and more.

In the meantime, the difference in talent is revealed.

Those with poor talent can only barely feel the elements, just like feeling a little bit of two, three, four, or five points in a cloudy day, and then work hard to establish contact with that little bit of stars. The talent is average, just like the sky in a domestic city for many times in someone's previous life, saying that sunny is not sunny, saying that yin is not yin, there are many stars but definitely not many, blinking and blinking, as if he didn't wake up, a little godless.

As for the talent, you only need to use an ancient poem from someone's previous life to describe Zuya: "The sky will be tonight and the moon, and it will be washed over and over again." The summer retreats and the sky is clear, and the autumn is clear. The stars make brilliance, and the wind dews and crystalline. can change the world, it is Yujing. ”

Well, this is a description of the moon, not the stars.

But in fact, it is almost the same, the gifted magician, the elemental world that he feels, is a clear and clear, and then the sky is full of stars, brilliant and rotten, and the moon is shining.

Zhan Naya's talent is not bad, but it is not too good, and it should be above average to be accurate, so the elemental world he usually feels, well, how to say it, if someone had an article describing the night sky of the city in his previous life, if Zhan Yana read it, he should feel the same way, and he should resonate with him.

But tonight, things seem a little different.

"The weather seems to be a little better?" was the question in Zhannaya's mind.

Of course, Zhannaya is not associated with the weather, but the feeling is the same. That is the elemental world tonight, which seems to be a little clearer than before, and, it seems......

As time passed, the medicine in the mouth gradually dissolved, and the bitterness and astringency overflowed the entire mouth, so that it seemed to permeate the entire body. However, for the time being, Zhannaya has no mental awareness.

His whole mind, with deep surprise, surprise and disbelief, was devoted to the feeling of the surrounding elemental world.

The invisible clouds are getting thinner and thinner, and little by little they are scattering.

There are more and more stars, and they are getting brighter and brighter.

For the sensing of the stars, it is getting easier and easier, more and more handy, eh, handy?

Zhan Naya's whole person was excited, if he wasn't an old man, he had decades of years, experience and cultivation, at this moment, he was afraid that he would jump up directly, jump on the bed like a child, and even shout loudly.

Otherwise, it is not enough to stretch the pleasure in the heart.

But for the time being, the pleasure was deeply suppressed by Zhan Naya, he didn't dare and was reluctant to stop, and he didn't even dare to relax or be nervous a little bit, in short, from the body to the heart, the slightest change did not dare to have, for fear that if he was not careful, the current feeling would be gone!

Yes, indulge in intoxication.

Then, drunk, drunk, drunk, and drunk, not realizing that the East is white.

When he finished meditating and opened his eyes, Zhannaya sighed contentedly, and the long kind, as if every bone in his body was filled with satisfaction. And the pleasure finally couldn't be suppressed at this time, of course, there was no need to suppress it anymore, Zhan Naya really jumped up at this time.

He just jumped out of bed!

It seems to have reversed decades of time, and it has returned directly to the time when I was a teenager.

And after jumping out of bed, without saying a word, Zhan Naya directly rushed to the window not far from the bed at a speed close to teleportation, and then in front of a small desk under the window, he fixed his steps, his mind, and his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there are three small bamboo tubes.

The bamboo tube contained the potions that were exchanged yesterday afternoon, among them, 103 low-grade pills, 22 medium-grade pills, and 3 high-grade pills.

And what he threw into his mouth last night was one of the 103 grains. (To be continued.) )