It was raining continuously, and the small mountain village was covered with clouds and mist, and Qingyun hid at home and had no way to go out to collect medicine. It was raining heavily, and there were even one or two drops of cold rain falling from the dilapidated old house, but fortunately, there were not many broken places, and she had already taken one tile pot after another to carry the falling raindrops.

The wind was a little cold, and Qingyun was studying all kinds of books, some of which she had bought second-hand, and some of which she had borrowed from neighbors, and she had always borrowed and repaid her, which made her trusted by people. Neighbors and friends are willing to give it to her.

She reads a lot of books every day, some of which she even memorizes, which makes her awareness of the world gradually increase. The level has also risen with the accumulation of water, and her perception of the world has gradually improved, as if she is the master of heaven and earth, and it is like swimming all over the mountains and rivers, although this has not improved her strength but has laid a solid foundation.

Xiaocao also observes the movements around her day and night at the window, and now she can almost completely understand people's voices.

The most important thing is that he quietly listens to Qingyun's reading every day, and with his extraordinary memory, he also memorizes what she reads.

Each memory can bring him a different understanding, although Xiaocao does not move, but invisibly has a certain understanding of the whole world.

Qingyun always likes to sit in front of the window when she reads, looking at the willows in front of her, as well as the endless stream of pedestrians, all kinds of scenery give her peace of mind, and also give her a mood similar to the unity of heaven and man, and her understanding of the article is also more in-depth.

However, she didn't notice that there was a small grass in front of her, watching her every move openly, and he was more concerned about the book she was holding.

Qingyun looks at the words in the book every time she reads a book, so that she can better remember the articles in it. Xiaocao will also determine the position of the words she reads by the smile changes in her eyes.

Every leaf of the grass can be used as an eye. In this way, the perception of the outside world is more acute than that of ordinary people, and even the focus of the human pupil can judge the direction of gaze. With this kind of magic that is almost impossible to do in the eyes of ordinary people, Xiaocao is enough to know the graphics of the words corresponding to each sentence.

Although it may not be possible to remember every time, it is still enough to memorize every word written more often. Xiaocao can finally understand people's speech and text. No longer as ignorant as ever.

The rain did not stop, and Qingyun was still reading an old book seriously.

She rubbed her tired eyes, shook her already dizzy head violently, sighed helplessly, and said with a little resentment, "My head is so dizzy!

The long strands of hair like a waterfall instantly covered the poor grass's body, and the strange feeling was like ants crawling around on the body, eager to wave the crystal blades to pick apart the hair that annoyed the grass.

After a while, Xiaocao couldn't hold back any longer, and he lifted the crystal blades one by one in front of him, finally allowing him to catch his breath.

It doesn't matter if you don't move, if you do, something will go wrong.

The blades of the grass ruffled Qingyun's hair, and a tearing sensation spread through Qingyun's whole body like electricity. Qingyun felt as if something was crawling in her hair, and she suddenly struggled, trying to shake off this imaginary non-existent, but unexpectedly hit her head on the window.

A slight sound of "bump" spread in the air, causing Xiaocao to tremble.

"Oh, what's the matter!" Qing Yun shook a pair of clear eyes and spun around, as if bent on finding the culprit.

Suddenly, he noticed that the little grass on the windowsill actually trembled, and she looked at the familiar little grass suspiciously, and felt that there seemed to be something strange in it.

Looking at the rain falling directly outside the window, like a crystal bead curtain, and then looking at the grass that suddenly trembled just now, and there was nothing else around, she didn't believe that everything that happened just now was her delusion.

"Could it be that the grass just moved, but how is this possible?" she looked at the grass in disbelief.

Qing Yun thought for a moment, "No, there are legends that some lynx tigers can be cultivated into a spirit game world, is it possible that this little grass has already been cultivated?"

She looked at Xiaocao again, thinking back to his experience, and always felt that it was wrong, "If Xiaocao is really successful in cultivation, how can he be dug back by me like this, or is he just a half-hung goblin." ”

The more Qing Yun thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible, and the corners of her mouth flashed with an evil but beautiful smile.

It occurred to her that it might have been because her hair had touched the grass that it had moved.

So she grabbed a handful of hair with a smile on her face and approached the windowsill again.

The black hair was divided into forks and forks, like a devil's tail, which made Xiaocao's heart tremble again. The leaves seem to have lost their luster.

"Look at you still haven't revealed your prototype," Qingyun said with a smile.

Inch by inch, the hairs approached the poor grass's body, and it was like a great torture for him. It really scared this still weak little grass.

Finally, hair fell on Xiaocao's body, and kept brushing and teasing the grass back and forth, such torture was as terrible as a nightmare for Xiaocao.

The moment it touched, Xiaocao was immediately defeated.

The green leaves danced wildly as if they were going crazy, and although the grass wanted to get rid of this feeling, he had no choice but to watch it at the mercy of others, which made him feel very aggrieved.

"Ah, it's really a spirit! But it doesn't seem to know anything, it's really weak," Qingyun muttered. That's when she retracted her hair.

Qingyun leaned her head towards Xiaocao, with a happy and satisfied look, and said with a smile, "Can you understand what I say?, if you can, shake your leaves from side to side, and if you can, you will shake them back and forth."

As soon as the words fell, Xiaocao hurriedly shook his leaves back and forth, as if he was in a hurry to keep his secret.

However, this scene fell into Qing Yun's eyes, but it was completely different.

She looked at Xiaocao with a smile, "Don't lie to me, if you don't understand, how can you shake your own leaves?"

Xiaocao's body stiffened when she heard this, and then the leaves hung weakly on the windowsill, looking helpless.

"Forget it, I won't play with you, you will mess with me in the future, and my sister will cover you. Qingyun said seriously, as if she was facing a cute little brother.

Xiaocao raised the tender leaves again, looking at Qingyun, one person and one grass looked at each other, and there was a strange feeling in the air.

Then Qingyun happily picked up the clay pot and the grass in it, and put him on the shelf closest to the head of the bed like a treasure, lest someone steal him.

Qingyun picked up the book again and read it again, but she was not near the windowsill, but sat beside Xiaocao and read quietly.

She seemed to feel as if she was closer to Xiaocao, and her reading efficiency seemed to have improved.