Hongjun said to do something, that is, the thunder cannot be moved, and it must be done.

Shang Yin sat cross-legged in front of the bamboo house, surrounded by piles of osmanthus flowers, twisting his eyebrows and trying to complete Hongjun's request.

The raccoon sat cross-legged a few steps away from Shang Yin, staring at the other side.

I have to say that although Hongjun has a cold and sullen temperament, he is really good at being a teacher.

He could see at a glance that the problem with Shang Yin's spiritual power control was not in the amount of cultivation and spiritual power, but in the mastery of accuracy.

Shang Yin rarely faced enemies in the past, from chaos to flooding, all of his shots were big moves, and he used the most proficient method of running away, because he didn't have much experience in controlling spiritual power.

Therefore, Hongjun took local materials, and let Shang Yin only use spiritual power to pick off the petals of those fallen osmanthus flowers one by one, grind them into powder but not destroy their essence, and then restore them to the original appearance of the petals from the powder, and then pull out a complete one and a cluster of osmanthus flowers.

This process is very simple for Shangyin, but it is really grinding.

From sunrise to sunset, from morning to dusk, day after day, Shangyin can't help but feel that osmanthus is a little "hateful".

But even so, Shang Yin did not work against Hongjun as before, but did it very seriously according to Hongjun's requirements.

Hongjun is not surprised.

He has always known that Shang Yin is such a clear character.

In the process of Shang Yin and Hongjun teaching and learning, the fox came to report every day, came to sit in that position not far away, and when he was hungry and thirsty, he left lightly, and then came back.

It carefully observed Shang Yin's movements, using its strength somewhat awkwardly.

The creatures in the wilderness, even ordinary beasts, are also equipped with spiritual power, but their talents and feet are completely inferior to those unique demon clans.

Shang Yin can crush the osmanthus and then restore it, and the fox only learns the simplest, it does it decently on its knees, and uses spiritual power to support a cluster of osmanthus flowers, pick them one by one, and put them aside.

Repeating this action day by day, when the spiritual power is exhausted, it will start to gather the picked osmanthus together, pick out the beautiful shape and save it.

Although Hongjun closed his eyes, Shang Yin was concentrating on practicing beside him, and his divine sense naturally shrouded all around.

As a result, everything the fox did was seen by him.

On the tenth day, there was already a small pile of osmanthus flowers picked out by the raccoon, so the fox split some bamboo strips without a teacher and began to try to weave bamboo baskets.

Hongjun suddenly spoke: "It's rotten." ”

The fox was stunned.

But it was this sentence that had no beginning or end, but the fox reacted immediately, and quickly pulled away the pile of osmanthus that he had carefully selected, and sure enough, he found that the bottom layer that touched the ground had several flowers that were not so fresh.

The fox was stunned for a moment, sniffed, but was not angry or discouraged, but picked out the ones that were still open just right and put them on his small robe, and sped up the speed of weaving bamboo in his hand.

Hongjun watched the fox quietly.

In the hands of the fox really formed a decent bamboo Lou, watching it carefully pick and put the osmanthus into it, Hongjun asked again: "What do you want to do?" ”

He hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice, "His Holiness loves flowers, and clothes made of osmanthus are very fragrant. ”

Hongjun said lightly: "She can use spiritual power to condense." ”

The fox's paws that had not faded from the golden monkey fur stirred a little crampedly.

It knows.

But it likes His Holiness, so even though it knows that His Holiness may not need it, it wants to give the best it can with his heart.

The likes and dislikes of the raccoon are both straightforward and sincere.

Hongjun stopped talking.

Shang Yin's mind was still immersed in boring repetitive exercises over and over again.

The raccoon began to pick osmanthus flowers again, consuming his spiritual power again and again.

……

"Whew."

I don't know how long it took, Shang Yin let out a sigh of relief, stretched his waist and moved his body, and turned his head to look at Hongjun who was meditating on his side.

Hongjun opened his eyes in time.

"Look!"

Shang Yin raised his hand and moved slightly, and an osmanthus branch was lifted from the ground, decomposed and condensed, and finally shrunk into a seed and landed in Shang Yin's white palm.

Hongjun's eyebrows looked slightly surprised.

I saw a small green bud burst out, growing tall and strong little by little, branching, twisting and turning, and after a while, a laurel tree that had shrunk dozens of times grew into Shang Yin's palm.

Hongjun's fingers were raised by Shang Yin's spiritual power, stroking the small and delicate leaves of the Kasura tree.

Suddenly, the golden stars poked out of the green leaves and bloomed in unison.

The soft petals of the osmanthus kiss Hongjun's fingertips, with the tenderness and affection like the sun.

The bottom of Hongjun's eyes was warmed by this small ball of gold, and just when he almost couldn't contain the throbbing in his heart, the osmanthus tree that bloomed in Shang Yin's palm suddenly spread out!

The spiritual power lifted the hair in front of the two of them, and the small golden butterflies lingered on the sides of Shang Yin and Hongjun along the wind of the spiritual power, and finally turned into falling osmanthus flowers in the sky in mid-air, and returned to the forest ground.

All this happened so fast that Hongjun didn't even leave a small osmanthus flower.

"How?" Shang Yin smiled and leaned over to Hongjun, raising his eyebrows proudly as if asking for praise, "Have I exceeded my schoolwork, teacher?" ”

Hongjun raised his hand to catch the last osmanthus petals that fell on his side and held them in the palm of his hand, his eyelashes gathered a complicated look, and when he raised his eyes again, he was already ordinary calm and calm.

"Good."

He replied.

Shang Yin also took a piece of osmanthus petals and played with them in his hand, looked left and right, and sighed: "What about the little fox?" ”

"Venerable Venerable, I'm here!" The fox ran over with a small bamboo Lou in his arms, and raised the little bamboo Lou in his arms towards Shang Yin like a treasure.

Shang Yin looked at it and said in surprise: "Osmanthus? ”

Well...... No, it's a particularly beautiful osmanthus.

Shang Yin glanced at the fox with anticipation in his eyes, and added knowingly: "They are all very good-looking osmanthus flowers." ”

The fox pursed his lips embarrassedly and whispered, "It's all for His Holiness, you can ...... Yes, make clothes. ”

Make clothes for her?

Shang Yin was really a bit surprised.

However, when her divine sense swept over the osmanthus flowers in the bamboo tower, the surprise became even stronger.

——The osmanthus flowers in this bamboo lou are all wrapped in the spiritual power of the fox just right, and they just maintain the beauty when they are in full bloom.

Although the raccoon is intelligent, it has not reached such a point.

Sure enough, the fox said: "His Holiness has instructed me to use spiritual power, and I am much better than before!" ”

The fox did not dare to call Shang Yin and Hongjun by their names, and they both addressed them as Venerable.

Anyway, it has never been too close to Hongjun, and there is no such thing as a mess.

Shang Yin said a few words, put the little bamboo lou on the ground, and the whole person lazily lay on the bamboo lou, found a comfortable position, and looked at Hongjun with a smile: "Ah? How could His Holiness be so kind? ”

Hongjun was silent.

"Beasts have short lives, don't be affectionate." Shang Yin learned Hongjun's tone at that time, pretending to be indifferent, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

Hongjun closed his eyes.

"Hahaha~"

Shang Yin hugged the little bamboo lou full of osmanthus fragrance, and the cheerful laughter echoed in the osmanthus forest.

"Let me see—" Shang Yin leaned in a little closer, "Ah, why are Venerable's ears red?" ”

Hongjun leaned back to avoid her.

Shang Yin leaned over unrelentingly.

Hongjun's expression helplessly caught Shang Yin who fell into his arms, full of osmanthus fragrance.

Shang Yin deliberately teased Hongjun, and when he saw Hongjun's rare embarrassed appearance, it became more and more rare, and he couldn't stop laughing.

After a while, Hongjun's hand hanging on Shang Yin's side clenched into a fist, and slowly let go, helping Shang Yin to sit upright.

"Don't mess around."

Shang Yin accepted it when he saw it, picked up the osmanthus scattered on Hongjun's body and returned it to Zhulouli, and asked, "What are you going to learn next?" Oh, right, refiners? ”

"What can I refin?"

Shang Yin's spiritual power attribute is really special, she really can't think of what magic weapon she can refine.

Hongjun's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly: "Qiankun Ding." ”

Shang Yin: "...... Yes? ”

Hongjun explained: "You can refine a similar magic weapon according to the appearance of Qiankun Ding. ”

Shang Yin thought about Hongjun's words, and it was indeed a good way.

Qiankun Ding can be said to be the most familiar spiritual treasure of Shang Yin, no one knows better than her, both on the outside and on the inside, and Qiankun Ding's attribute that it will not attack is also very suitable for her.

"Well, that's right, now that the Qiankun Ding is being used to suppress Sumeru, I really need a magic weapon at my fingertips."

Hongjun guided Shang Yin step by step: "Qiankun Ding is an innate spiritual treasure, with the power of natural vitality, with rootless soil, rootless water, rootless wood blended, through the phoenix soul spirit fire refining, can resemble seventy percent." ”

"Weak water is easy to do, the other two ...... Hmm, you wait for me to flip it over. Shang Yin raised his hand and swiped his sleeves open, rummaging through the full of treasures.

These four things, for other people, even if Hongjun wants to put together, it takes a lot of effort.

But Shangyin is different.

From beginning to end in the Chaos Battlefield, she had gotten too many good things from the mountains of demon god corpses.

Coupled with the treasure he got from the three clans, the level of wealth made Hongjun feel a little amazed when he saw it.

"It's not hard to find."

After a while, Shang Yin gathered the materials, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't wait to say, "Come on, let's try it!" ”

Hongjun looked at Shang Yin deeply, paused for a moment, and then answered in a low voice.

"Okay."

"I'll teach you."

There are probably too many osmanthus flowers in the osmanthus forest, and under the illumination of the sun, it is a little dizzy.

That's fine.

Hongjun taught Shang Yin how to pinch by hand, corrected Shang Yin's rough blending of materials, and his handsome side face greeted the warm sunshine, showing rare gentleness and patience.

He watched Shang Yin carefully draw the phoenix soul fire from Sumeru, and breathed a sigh of relief because of the success, smiled and bent his eyes, and lowered his eyes and smiled.

That's fine.

***

In this way, after a few years, the osmanthus flowers in the forest bloomed and thanked, and the fox was already able to pinch out a powerful attack technique, and Shang Yin's Xiaoqiankun Ding also had a prototype.

Spring went to autumn, and when the osmanthus bloomed again in this year, the osmanthus tree that had been silent for a long time woke up, stretched out its branches, and its spiritual power lingered in the treetops, and then pounced on it, happily rubbing Shang Yin's fingers.

But the raccoon turned red again.

Shang Yin happened to be wearing a pale yellow dress condensed by osmanthus today, and the cuffs of the jacket were embroidered with lifelike osmanthus flowers, and the faint sweet fragrance was wafting leisurely.

She rubbed the golden retriever head vigorously and rubbed the pair of little white ears and blew them up: "Crying again? Little squeamish! ”

This trip was originally because the laurel tree was stumped, but it didn't come to pass, but it was a little reluctant to give up on this little fox.

The fox sobbed, raised his hand and silently wiped his tears.

Shang Yin took out the Zhu Yucao that he had put away before, and stretched it out in front of the fox and shook it.

The fox turned his face away in anger and continued to wipe his tears.

Suddenly, the back of the fox was cold, and he instinctively straightened his waist and raised his head, and saw Hongjun looking at it lightly.

The fox knew that it was warning it, so he turned his head back, took the Zhu Yucao handed over by Shang Yin, and whimpered: "...... Thank you, Your Holiness. ”

Shang Yin pinched and rubbed the fox's little ears, held the fox's head to make it raise its face, and said gently: "In the future, you can't be like before." ”

This obviously refers to the previous behavior of scolding the streets.

"Not anymore!" The fox shook his head suddenly, a little embarrassed, "What the Venerable said, the fox is...... Yes, squeamish little girl. ”

Shang Yin laughed out loud: "Okay, good, our little fox is a squeamish and cute little girl." ”

The fierce expression was very serious: "I will definitely incarnate into the cutest little girl, the kind that His Holiness will definitely like!" ”

Shang Yin flicked his fingers and flicked a melon in the head: "Yes, there are ideas, the deity is waiting." ”

The fox was happy at this time, and remembered what Shang Yin said just now, and hurriedly asked, "Does Venerable Fang have anything to explain to the fox?" ”

Shang Yin hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Are you willing to hand over the Origin Mark of the Soul to me?" ”

"Origin...... Imprint? The fox seemed to understand, but still nodded heavily, "If His Holiness needs it, of course he can!" ”

Shang Yin rubbed the hair of the fox again, and then as if he couldn't look at it, he straightened it out with his fingers little by little: "The origin mark is a very important thing, if it is...... If you fall, your soul will return to where I am, no matter where you are. ”

"Your body will also be tainted with my breath, and although it will deter some enemies, it may also provoke more difficult powers to deal with."

"You've got to think about it."

But the fox grabbed the corner of Shang Yin's clothes for the last time, and replied firmly and joyfully: "Venerable, the fox is willing!" ”

The underage little fox is pure and sincere in his thoughts, with undisguised attachment and affection in his eyes, talking about his shining ideals.

"Venerable, the fox will definitely become a particularly powerful demon monster."

"When I see His Holiness again, he will definitely be able to weave better and more beautiful garlands for His Holiness, and make more fragrant and soft clothes!"

"And ...... Hmmm......"

The fox cautiously glanced at Hongjun, who was not far away with his back to this side, quietly approached Shang Yin, lowered his voice and said secretly:

"Grill the best barbecue!"

Shang Yin couldn't help laughing, thinking of the bitter barbecue that Hongjun had roasted with a serious face that day, he lowered his head and touched his forehead with a fox, and also lowered his voice in the face of a fox-

"Okay!"

"When the time comes, let's eat secretly~"