It's been almost a month since Chang Jue returned to the Valley of Dreams from the Necromantic Realm.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are many fewer fallen leaves in the yard, and when I look up, there are only sporadic withered yellow hanging on the branches, trembling and trembling as if they are about to fall at any time.

It was already winter, and in two months, he would be eighteen years old.

A withered yellow curly leaf fell to his feet, and without a little wind, the fragile connection point to the trunk could no longer bear the small weight.

He glanced down, but the broom in his hand remained unmoved.

"Ahh Chang Jue raised his head, it was Phantom Wu calling him.

He strode towards the door of the weeping flowers, and the fallen leaves were stepped on by him, making a slight crisp sound, and the leaves shattered along the veins, and scattered without a trace in an instant.

"Have you learned that copy of "Zhengyang Tiangang Heart Method"?"

Chang never expected that Phantom Wu called him to ask this, he almost forgot the existence of that mental method, but fortunately, Illusory had already studied it thoroughly in the first few days after handing over that mental method to him.

"Learned. ”

"Well, then give me back the book. ”

"Oh, okay, I'll go get it. Chang Jue turned and walked to his room, and Phantom Wu hurriedly followed.

A honeysuckle plant in their yard bloomed just right, and the small yellow and white flowers bloomed in the green clouds, which was a touch of lively vitality in the depressed winter.

The dustpan is served with winter-harvested ligustrums, crooked chickens and neem seeds, and the dry air at this time is a rare and favorable condition for drying these herbs.

This courtyard seems to be filled with the slightly bitter fragrance of herbs all year round, and Phantom Wu can't help but take a deep breath every time he comes, and the turbidity in his chest and abdomen has dissipated.

Phantom Wu would occasionally come here to watch Chang Jue and Ge Sheng fiddle with these herbs, she usually only stayed in the courtyard, and rarely entered other people's rooms at will, but this time she directly followed Chang Jue into his room.

His room was very clean, everything was neatly arranged, and I had the impression that this was the second time she had come to this room except when she first came.

Compared with the desertion at the beginning, this room has a lot more vitality, and Chang Jue took out the thin copy of "Zhengyang Tiangang Heart Method" from the bookshelf and handed it to Phantom Wu.

Phantom Wu took it and asked again: "Have you completely mastered this mental method?"

Seeing that Chang was desperate, Phantom Wu exhaled softly.

In the month I came back, I rarely saw a phantom wu. In winter, the grass and trees wither, and the phantom Wu is always untidy, and often locks himself in the room.

Coming out of the realm of the dead that day, Phantom Wu went to see Ji Ming alone, and after she came back, she only said that she would go to Ji Ming to unlock Xiao Xuan's prohibition, but Phantom Wu pretended to be relaxed and made him keenly aware that she was hiding something.

He didn't want Phantom Wu to come into contact with that person, and he couldn't wait to follow her at any time. Lin Qiyi laughed at him for knocking over the vinegar jar, but he couldn't know better, it wasn't jealousy and jealousy, but the uneasiness and panic in his heart were spreading silently.

Jiming's obscure eyes turned him into a beast in the dark, instinctively showing his fangs and claws, keeping vigilant and excited.

Chang Jue looked at Phantom Wu and saw that her gaze had been wandering in her room: "Ah Wu?"

"Huh?" looked at the phantom sparkling eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything. Phantom Wu touched the cabinet and said, "I'm just curious if there's a place in your room that you can't clean." ”

"Did you find it?"

"Obviously, no. Phantom Wu stretched out his palm, "You've cleaned so clean." ”

"My mother also said that I always love to clean the room too much, more than the little girl. "I'm still a little embarrassed.

"I don't believe there's no ash at all, there should always be under the bed, right?" asked Phantom, pointing to the bed.

Chang Jue glanced at the dark corner that did not shine light: "There is no place that is spotless. ”

"It doesn't matter what you said, I'm going to verify it. Phantom suddenly knelt on the ground, holding one hand on the side of the bed and reaching under the bed with the other.

"What is this?" Phantom pulled out a small wooden box from under the bed.

"Here's, some of my clutter. Chang Jue pulled the phantom Wu up, "The ground is cold." ”

Chang Jue patted the cuffs of Phantom: "Look, it's dirty." ”

Phantom nodded, and she noticed that there was inevitably dust on the ground, but the surface of the small wooden box was very clean. Although it is placed under the bed, it is still very precious in that box.

She wanted to open it, but it was too obvious that she wouldn't be suspicious, so she might as well come back next time.

Phantom Wu secretly thought about it in her heart, and in order to show that her purpose was not so obvious, she lingered for a while before leaving.

It wasn't until she returned to her room that her pretended calm posture relaxed, her shoulders drooped slightly, her head drooped, and her whole person was a little depressed.

She stared at the book on the table for a long time, and then slowly turned the page and read it herself.

Time is running out.

The seasons change, each plant has its own growth period, and the seemingly bleak winter is both the harvest and sowing period for kudzu.

A special medicine field has been opened up in the Dream Valley, and Ge Sheng is busy in the field with Changjue.

All things grow have their own laws, many people think that winter is the season when all life enters dormancy, and plants and herbs no longer grow, but Ge Sheng through long-term observation and practice, found that winter can actually become the growth period, and even some special herbs grow better in winter.

Bupleurum is a very common and commonly used medicinal herb that is in high demand and can be produced in very low quantities. Medicinal farmers mostly grow Bupleurum in the spring, but the germination rate of Bupleurum planted in spring is very low, so most of the Bupleurum on the market is wild.

Ge Sheng usually likes to tinker with herbs, and he has studied this for a long time, and he found that the seed shell of Bupleurum is hard, broken layer by layer, and there are four layers of epidermis, although the climate is warm in spring, these epidermis cannot be completely peeled off, and most of Bupleurum can not germinate completely.

In the usual winter, Kudzu Sheng would plant some herbs to see if they could survive in the winter, and Bupleurum was one of them. When sowing seeds in winter, the temperature of the soil changes from cold to warm after a whole winter to the beginning of spring, and the change in temperature causes the hard shell of Bupleurum seeds to expand and peel off. As soon as the temperature warmed up in spring, Bupleurum could sprout and grow, and then he began to plant Bupleurum in winter.

There is also Atractylodes, which buries seeds deep in winter and grows tall and healthy shoots in the spring when the soil is moistened by rain and snow in winter.

It was difficult for Phantom Wu to go out today, wandering in the valley, watching the two of them busy with green on the edge of the medicine field. She watched for a while, got bored again, and went back on her own.

It wasn't until she couldn't see the two of them anymore that Phantom Wu's leisurely pace quickened, and she didn't go back to her yard, but ran directly to the house of Changjue.

Phantom Wu is lazy to eat, but she has never been a thief, and she is still a "daybreak" who steals in broad daylight, even if it has been determined that she will not come back in a short time, she still inevitably shrinks.

She fell to the ground and reached out to touch it, and the box was still there. Phantom Wu was overjoyed, pulled the box out, and that day she found that the box was not locked, and it was not expected to be a valuable thing.

But Chang Jue was very concerned about this wooden box, and his eyes never left the wooden box.

The edges of the wooden crate were a little shiny, and when Phantom opened the lid, the contents were not only valuable, but also strange—rags, flowers, sticks, and the like.

What is this?

A withered flower was wrapped in silk cloth, the flower could not see its original color, it had completely dried up, and Phantom Wu carefully distinguished, it seemed to be the kapok in his yard, and there was a rag, this cloth was not bad, like a small piece torn from somewhere, the size of a palm, and a blue-black pebble, the size of a pigeon's egg, and there was nothing special to see.

There was also a palm-length wooden stick, which Phantom Wu looked at for a moment, and it looked a little familiar.

Flip through it again, and at the bottom is a light blue purse, on which a tulip flower blooms just right. Now the phantom Wu recognized that it was his own purse.

In the spring of the previous year, on the streets of Emperor Da Yan, she gave this purse to a down-and-out teenager as a token of silver from Qingyi. Afterward...... Phantom Wu thought about it, and Chang Jue seemed to return the purse to her, but she didn't accept it, but just gave it to him casually.

I didn't expect him to keep it. The memory was opened, and Phantom Wu numbered the things in the wooden box one by one - the familiar wooden stick was in the woods on the outskirts of Qiuchang Town, and she used a branch she picked up at random as a hairpin for the long hair, and she also said that it had the charm of a famous man;

The withered kapok was the one that fell on Changjue's shoulders last summer, and he was still playing with him, pinned to his sideburns;

The rag was also torn from his clothes, in the dungeon of the fire rat, Chang Ju reached out to grab himself, but only tore off a corner of his clothes, how could she forget, he held this rag with helpless and desperate eyes;

As for the stone, it was polished smooth and shiny, and someone must have been rubbing it in the palm of his hand. She frowned and thought about it, and only then did she find a trace related to it in the depths of her memory—the winter before last, on the day she was sixteen years old, she and he had been trapped all night in the dry river of the forest farm on the outskirts of the imperial capital. The river is full of such blue-black pebbles.

That night she told the secret of his origin for the first time, and the boy looked uneasy and frightened, his face pale, but his eyes were as bright as stars. At that time, he was still a thin boy, which made people feel pity.

But now he is enough to take charge of himself. It turned out that it had only been more than two years, and in such a short time, he had already grown so much.

From a mortal boy to a phoenix who is about to complete the five elements, it is only a thousand days.

This thousand days, as long as a thousand years, grew into her life, it was his breath, and her heart was his figure. And so he is.

The inconspicuous things in this wooden box are all proof of their past, and they are all unique to the two of them.