Yu Qingqian was so shocked by this sound that he almost didn't hang up, and fell down from above.

The incident happened suddenly, and Yu Doudou even forgot to recover his facial expression, looking frightened and sluggish.

Yu Qingqian fell from the air with a flip and stood firmly on the ground.

Ning Fengzhi was actually aware of Yu Qingqian's existence, so he was not surprised, but he was so frightened by Yu Doudou's high decibel volume that he almost lost his expression management.

You know, for a person who has already become a sect master, expression management is quite important, especially when he is away from home.

"Ahem," Ning Fengzhi clenched his fist to the corner of his mouth, coughed lightly, looked at Yu Qingqian and said, "Ahem, don't do such a dangerous thing in the future, be careful of getting hurt." ”

Yu Qingqian chuckled twice: "Knowing Uncle Ning, I will pay attention to it in the future." You should still have something to talk about, I'll go out first, you can continue. ”

After that, without waiting for the two of them to react, he casually picked up the small flower pot placed on the side, opened the door and walked out.

She turned back and closed the door again, and was about to put the pot on the table when she caught a glimpse of a string of people.

Yes, you heard it right, a string of people

Shrek and the people from Salted Fish Academy posted on both sides of the door, wanting to know what Ning Fengzhi was talking about.

Because of the way it gets together, it looks like a skewer.

Yu Qingqian was taken aback by these people who couldn't help but eavesdrop collectively, and the flower pot in his hand almost hit the ground.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and caught it quickly.

"You guys. . . It's "

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a touch on her lips.

Jian Bailing put her finger in front of Yu Qing's shallow mouth, signaled her not to speak, and then pointed to the side of the terrace, full of meaning to watch the play.

Yu Qingqian: "."

After all, it was a mistake.

She had no interest in listening, so she sat down at a small table not far away, holding the flower pot in her hand.

A small wooden round table with two small stools next to it, and a vase without flower arrangements on the round table.

The flower pot that Yu Qingqian casually held over was not large, there were no flowers in it, only a few sparse grasses that looked like weeds.

She gently placed the pot on the table, reached out and touched the grass in the pot, and then. She seemed to feel the grass's response.

There was no wind in the room, but the branches of the grass were shaking, as if they were rubbing Yu Qing's shallow hands.

It's funny.

Although I don't know if this little grass is a soul beast, this action is too humane, and Lingzhi may not open it.

"Huh?"

The grass and the soil successfully attracted Yu Qingqian's attention.

Unlike normal soil, the soil in the pot is delicate, but it is not cracked.

At first, Yu Qingqian thought that only the surface layer of soil was like this, but she found that the depths were also like this, as if there had been a lack of water for a long time.

It's strange what these grasses are that can grow in such an environment.

Yu Qingqian's efforts were stirring up, attracting Tang San's attention.

Tang San was more restrained, and he usually didn't listen to other people's gossip, so he just leaned against the wall and accompanied Xiao Wu with an excited face.

He saw Yu Qingqian fiddling with the flower pot, and walked over with some curiosity, "Sister Qian, what's wrong with this flower pot?" ”

Suddenly, a voice exploded in his ears, and Yu Qingqian almost smashed the flower pot in his hand with a cleverness.

When she turned her head and saw that it was Tang San, she breathed a sigh of relief and complained dissatisfiedly: "Can you kid walk a little soundly, and don't suddenly talk behind my back, it's scary, okay?" ”

"I'm sorry, not next time."

Tang San spoke with a good attitude and a steady state of mind, and was not surprised by Yu Qingqian's convulsions from time to time.

Yu Qingqian didn't care, sat back on the small bench, pedaled the other small bench to Tang San on the side, and then handed the flower pot to him.

"You are a martial soul of the plant department, you can help me see how these grasses survived."

Although Yu Qingqian's request was a little strange, he did not question it, but used his soul power to release a small piece of blue silver grass and began to close his eyes and feel it.

After a moment, Tang San opened his eyes, his expression a little complicated.

"How? Yu Qingqian asked. ”

Tang San hesitated for a moment and uprooted the grass in the flower pot.

"You see, at this root position, there are a lot of things like air sacs. If I'm not mistaken, this should contain soul power, so these grasses should be soul beasts. ”

Seeing that Tang San directly pulled up those few poor grasses without saying a word, Yu Qingqian didn't even react, and a few grasses were directly unearthed.

Grass: 6.

Yu Qingqian: 6.

"So these are plant-based soul beasts, do you know what these are?"

Yu Qingqian was very suspicious, just such a small thing, still kept in a flower pot, would actually be a soul beast.

"Is that soil useful for its cultivation?" She muttered, as if she was asking Tang San, and as if she was asking herself.

"It should be useful, maybe it can speed up its cultivation." Tang San guessed.

Yu Qingqian sighed, pulled a hole in the soil in the pot, and then stuffed the grass back in.

Whether it can live or not depends on its creation.

Tang San didn't understand Yu Qingqian's behavior, but after all, he ripped it off with his hands, and he didn't speak, but stood up and returned to Xiao Wu's side.

The conversation between Ning Fengzhi and Yu Doudou lasted for a while, and the two of them almost forgot the time for a while, giving people the illusion that they could still fight for three hundred rounds.

The eavesdroppers were a little tired, and after a while, they finally moved a stool and sat and listened.

This is rest and gossip, and I don't want to let go of any of them.

In addition to sighing, she seemed to hear the faint sound of birdsong.

It's not the kind of voice that is weak because of a serious injury, but the feeling that is deliberately suppressed as if only one person hears it.

What good bird would deliberately lower its voice?

However, to her surprise, the good family in her mouth was her mother.

That's right, what is rubbing affectionately on Yu Qing's shallow trouser leg right now is the ice bird that her mother picked up before.

But she didn't know that her mother had brought the bird with her.

She had always thought that Icebird had been left behind in the academy.

Yu Qingqian leaned over and picked up the ice bird, and when he looked up, he saw that his mother didn't want to care about the bird.

Liu Zhiqian has been annoyed by this bird, and wants to follow him wherever he goes, for fear of losing it.

Liu Zhiqian couldn't help but think, I want to eat roast birds, there are no chickens and ducks, and this contemporary meal in front of me is not bad.

The Bingling Bird seemed to feel something and desperately drilled into Yu Qingqian's arms, and only when Liu Zhiqian retracted his gaze did it feel at ease and bold.

The Ice Bird jumped on the table at once, trotted two steps to the flower pot, and stretched its neck as if it wanted to eat those few grasses.

(End of chapter)