"There are two disciple suits in this, as well as some necessary pills and charms." Huaizhu said.

Mr. Rong Yueyuan is only responsible for leading his disciples on the path of cultivation, and things that tend to be in life are taught by Huaizhu.

Huaizhu looked at the disciples in various costumes, and continued, "In the past three years in the school palace, you must abide by the rules of the school palace, wearing disciple clothes, hair buns and accessories, and you all have separate residences, one room for two people." ”

After finishing speaking, Huaizhu turned his head to look at Rong Yueyuan and asked, "Fifth Elder, does Song Yizhi also live in the School Palace?" ”

To be honest, she doesn't agree with letting Yizhi live in the school palace, even if she is late in the morning, she will skip class and go to the back mountain to farm!

Looking at the little girl who was about to dream of Zhou Gong, Rong Yueyuan felt that if Song Yizhi was allowed to live in the school palace, she might be late every morning.

Rong Yueyuan said softly, "She still lives in Kyaukyue Peak." ”

Living in Kyaukyue Peak, it is convenient for me to call her up regularly every day.

Song Yizhi was not surprised by this decision at all, she lay lazily on her stomach, thinking about how to salted fish.

Lan Qianqian's eyes sank a little, and she glanced back slightly at Song Yizhi, who was lying lazily on the table.

Just because Song Yizhi is the daughter of the Great Elder, did she get the other treatment of the Fifth Elder?

It's really a good tire!

Huaizhu responded, and then said, "Then let the disciples go to lunch and rest for a while to gather in the square to prepare to enter the secret realm?" ”

Rong Yueyuan bowed.

Huaizhu turned his head and said to the disciples, "Then you have an hour to eat and rest, and then you are gathering in the square, and then I will see you all change into disciple clothes." ”

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, Rong Yueyuan and Huaizhu left one after the other.

Feng Yi'an got up and walked to Song Yizhi's table and squatted down, looked at the little girl who was about to fall asleep, raised her hand and knocked lightly on the table, her voice was soft and caring, "Zhizhi, aren't you going to eat?" ”

"No, no, no." Song Yizhi waved his left hand weakly, and his sleeve slipped down to reveal his slender wrist and the two bracelets on his wrist.

The bracelet gently collides to make a crisp and pleasant sound.

Looking at the phoenix-patterned bracelet, Feng Yi'an thought that this bracelet was very suitable for her.

"You haven't Bigu yet, you won't have the strength to go to the secret realm hungry." Feng Yi'an's voice was full of concern.

"I know, but the food in the cafeteria is not delicious." Song Yizhi propped up the table with both hands and sat up straight, "I'll go home and make some." ”

Hui Jiaoyuefeng was wasting time when she turned back, she still went to the back mountain to cook, and by the way, she saw if the vegetables she planted had grown.

Feng Yi'an was not very surprised that Song Yizhi could cook, it seemed that he had learned a little in advance.

"Can I eat then?" Feng Yi'an looked at Song Yizhi expectantly, "Don't worry, Zhizhi, I won't eat for nothing." ”

For the self-cooked Feng Yi'an, Song Yizhi was very surprised that the demon young master was so approachable?

Seeing the strange sense of familiarity, Song Yizhi did not refuse, she said, "It's just more pairs of bowls and chopsticks, let's go." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yizhi stood up and walked outside, took two steps and asked, "Do you still eat osmanthus candy?" ”

"Eat."

Song Yizhi gave a piece of osmanthus candy to Feng Yi'an, and then chewed the osmanthus candy and walked out of the school slowly.

Seeing that their young master followed Song Yizhi and left, several disciples of the demon world looked at each other, and finally said nothing.

They still don't care about the affairs of the young master.

The school palace is still a little far from the back mountain, and there are a lot of prohibitions along the way.

When he walked to the back mountain, Feng Yi'an saw fields all over the mountains, some of which were ripe crops, and some of which were young shoots that had just been broken.

She's really obsessed with farming.

Feng Yi'an narrowed his eyes.

Song Yizhi rolled up his sleeves and went to the field to look at the vegetables planted, and then prepared to water and cook.

"Need help?" Feng Yi'an walked up to look at Song Yizhi's skillful movements, looked at it for a while and asked.

Song Yizhi glanced back at Feng Yi'an and saw that he was wearing a expensive brocade robe, "Are you sure?" ”

Feng Yi'an smiled and didn't speak, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the water scoop on the side, and learned from Song Yizhi to water the crops in the field.

Seeing that Feng Yi'an went from being unfamiliar to being proficient, Song Yizhi couldn't help but feel that this young master of the demon world was quite talented in farming.

In the future, if he is down, he can still farm and make a fortune.

Of course, that's almost unlikely.

With Feng Yi'an's help, the watering work ended quickly, and Song Yizhi quickly made three dishes and one soup.

After having a meal, Song Yizhi went to the bedroom to change into a smoke-blue disciple uniform with cloud patterns, and saw that the time was not up and plunged into the ground again.

Feng Yi'an, who came out after changing clothes in the wing room, looked at Song Yizhi who was in the field again, "Zhizhi, aren't you going to rest for a while?" ”

"No, I'll plant these seeds first." Song said without raising his head.

Feng Yi'an didn't speak.

Not from time to time.

Feng Yi'an and Song Yizhi almost stepped on the point to come to the square.

The disciple's uniform is smoke-blue with moire, not too complicated but not bland, and it is always good-looking.

Feng Yi'an and Song Yizhi, who came slowly, stood out from the crowd a little bit, after all, their skins were too superior.

Lan Qianqian boasted of her outstanding skin, but she was also a little overshadowed in front of Song Yizhi.

Looking at the undisguised amazement in the eyes of those disciples, Lan Qianqian lowered her eyelids to hide the jealousy she didn't know yet, she only knew that she was getting more and more disgusted with Song Yizhi's face and her person!

As soon as the two of them arrived, Rong Yueyuan and Huaizhu appeared in the square one after the other.

Rong Yueyuan didn't go into a long speech, he directly explained the precautions in the secret realm and the tasks that needed to be completed.

Waiting for the disciples to respond, he raised his hand and pinched it, and the water mirror gate that was equal to others appeared in the open space.

The disciples walked in one by one.

Song Yizhi's eyes flickered, and when she saw it clearly, she found that she was ...... On the water?

"Poof—"

In the next second, Song Yizhi fell into the water.

The cool water of the lake made her shiver for a while, and then the whole thing sank.

Caught off guard and choked on two mouthfuls of lake water, Song Yizhi hurriedly fluttered ashore.

Outside the water mirror, Huaizhu stood in front of the water mirror and looked at Song Yizhi who fell into the lake as soon as he entered, and he couldn't help but feel distressed when he wanted to laugh.

"This luck ......" Rong Yueyuan was also the first time to see such a bad luck as Song Yizhi.

Most of the others are on the ground, and there are a few lucky ones who are really next to the heavenly spirit and earth treasure, but only Song Yizhi is directly teleported to the lake.

Huaizhu sighed helplessly.

In the secret realm.

Song Yizhi, who had swam in the water, was paralyzed on the shore like a salted fish, his wet clothes sticking to his body, cold and uncomfortable.

Song Yizhi had to pinch the water on her clothes to dry, and then she rolled over and collapsed on the clean grass.

The fresh air made Song Yizhi breathe and prepare for a nap.

It's just that the sound of rustling is getting closer and closer, not like the footsteps of animals but like the footsteps of people.

Feng Yi'an walked over and saw Song Yizhi paralyzed on the ground, and there were still some undried water traces not far away, he paused, "Zhizhi..., did you fall into the lake?" ”

"......" Song Yizhi pretended to be dead.

Such a humiliating thing, except for herself, she still doesn't want anyone else to know!