He will soon be twelve years old, and he will no longer have to memorize books under the nose of his master. In the past year or two, he has stayed in Chunming City to read thousands of books, so now he has the opportunity to leave the city and travel thousands of miles without taking medicine every day.

Lian Rongsheng is different from other masters, the schoolwork assigned to the students in the early days is extremely heavy, as if he can't wait to crush people to death with a notebook, and there is a big test every three days and a small test on five days, and there is a precedent of not being able to stand it and retreat on his own. But a year and a half later, Lian Rongsheng asked his disciples to learn from self-study and self-reflection, focusing on self-understanding.

A prince questioned Lian Rongsheng about this, but the latter smiled and said: Those who are talented like to be lazy, and those who are diligent are often not smart enough.

And in the last year, from extremely strict to extremely relaxed, those who were smart and diligent in the past may not have passed the level of understanding.

The effect of the needle fetal flower to appease the real power dragon is really not covered, because the stock is not enough, Chitose plans to reduce the amount of the needle fetal flower, which will bring a lot of risk to Yan Saburo's practice, but there is nothing to be done.

Now it's different, acupuncture and fetal flowers are with you, and this luxury drug is not how much you want?

Chitose stroked his chin and fell into thought: "After this mission is over, we will squeeze out all his value before parting, we will have to hoard a little more, and sell it to other places, which is also a large amount of money!"

"Exactly!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they both felt that the other party was smiling more treacherously than the weasels at home.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, it is really called a clever smile, beautiful eyes, Yan Saburo looked at her, and suddenly said: "I think, you are probably willing to take a trip to the old palace of Yasukuni, right?" This is the real reason why he changed his itinerary.

Chitose squinted at him, "Who told you that?"

She didn't say anything, and she didn't act like she cared, but it didn't get in the way of his conjecture. After all, Qu Yunhe and she both have a memory of the former Yasukuni dynasty, which is indelible.

"Make your own decisions!" Chitose slowly smiled, covered his mouth and yawned, "Okay, you go out, I'm going to sleep!"

Yan Saburo knew that she didn't want to talk to herself, but she still stood motionless: "Lou Shiliang is the former owner of the wooden bell?"

Chitose walked back to the bed, lay down, and turned her back to him.

"Uh-huh. "Qu Yunhe's mouth didn't close the door, let's talk so much, Xiao San'er is so smart that it's strange if he can't hear it.

It turned out that the previous owner of the wooden bell was Lou Shiliang, a famous minister of Yasukuni. This name shines brightly in the long river of history, and it is not lost to the Empress Yasukuni at all.

"What kind of person is he?" In fact, Yan Saburo had heard Lou Shiliang's deeds and heard Chitose's praise for this person, so he was particularly curious.

"Yuanhui, thorough. Chitose changed his words, "But Yuzhong, I'm very disappointed in him." ”

Yan Saburo could hear the resentment in her voice. If Lou Shiliang hadn't died, or if he had terminated the contract with the wooden bell before he died, Chitose would not have been sealed for a hundred years.

She rolled over, and her phoenix eyes glared at him: "If you are dying one day, remember not to bother me!" ”

Yan Saburo thought about it and said seriously: "I'll try my best." ”

Chitose then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Saburo actually has a stomach to ask, such as seeing each other in a hundred years, why is her attitude towards Qu Yunhe very indifferent?

These two people were obviously in the same camp, and the relationship did not stop at "acquaintance".

What's even more strange is that Qu Yunhe's indifferent attitude towards her is not strange, as if she should be like this.

In the past, Chitose next to Lou Shiliang, a famous minister of Yasukuni, what kind of face did he have? He was really curious, how did she get along with Lou Shiliang?

But in the end, Yan Saburo still didn't ask a word. He stood up, walked out, and gently closed the door for her.

Chitose heard his door creak shut, and heard the slight sound of the bed next door, and knew that he was already lying down, so he opened his eyes and stared at the roof beams above.

Qu Yunhe obviously didn't want to stay in the Red Mill Valley, but he was coerced by the position of the god of flowers, so he had to continue to stay here as a guardian god.

Mrs. Wu has obviously done countless good deeds and deserves a good death, but she was coerced by her doting grandson and killed someone with her own hands.

What about Lou Shiliang?

And herself?

Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Yan Saburo's house. After such careful calculation, it seems that this little guy is the most detached.

So far, Chitose hasn't figured out what exactly he wants.

Perhaps, this guy just wants to live, right? It's no different from a mouse on the side of the road, and he's better off at best.

Hmph, no ambition.

She took a sip, summoned the glass lamp, and closed her eyes again in the light.

Only this thing can make her feel at ease.

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The next morning, there was new snow in the Red Mill Valley.

The villagers were stunned when they pushed the door open:

The needle fetal flowers on the back mountain suddenly bloomed, full of mountains and valleys, colorful, if it were not for the fine snow floating in the air, anyone would think that the night was back to spring and summer.

Even the burned flowers and trees in the east of the city sprouted branches and leaves overnight, and the flowers bloomed in full bloom.

This winter's snow is not only cold plums.

Yan Saburo stood on the roof of Jin Niangzi's house, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

The sea of needle fetal flowers is so spectacular, as if it can burn from the feet to the sky. No wonder it was loved by the Empress Yasukuni, and she was sure to plant it in the palace back then. Presumably a hundred years ago, she was watching such a beautiful scenery.

With such a grand scene, Qu Yunhe was originally prepared for the Empress of Yasukuni, right?

Qu Yunhe's feelings for the Empress of Yasukuni were only at this moment, and the twelve-year-old boy finally understood a little bit.

The white cat jumped on the needle flower tree and stretched: "What are you waiting for? ”

It's a good opportunity.

Yan Saburo hurriedly found someone to go to the inn to summon the leader and steward of the caravan and start procuring the matter.

There is only this caravan in the snowy mountains, and the needle fetal flowers bloom out of season, and it is only this caravan that catches up with this wave of welfare.

The first drying of the needle fetal flower is very simple, it only takes five days, and the caravan can afford to wait.

When they return with a large number of medicinal materials, Baishunyuan Pharmacy will be able to make a lot of money this winter. Thinking of this, the steward who had been fishing in the inn for two days was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?

At this time, Yan Saburo had already packed his bags and led the horse out of the village. He has already told the team leader to take the team back after the purchase, and he has another itinerary.

He is the master of the money, and in the eyes of the team leader at this time, he still seems to be a great lucky star, so no matter what he says, the team leader has no objections.

The snow is snowing and blooming, and children are running and playing in the forest, including Ah Mei. Jin Niangzi sat on the big rock at the edge of the forest, smiling and watching her daughter play.

Yan Saburo and Qu Yunhe approached with their horses, she immediately stood up, her smile was gone, and she said solemnly: "Little Master Shi!"

There is obviously one person missing in this group, but Mrs. Jin has no intention of thinking about why the girl in red is gone. This is the companion of the god of flowers, of course, the friend of the fairy has great ability, and it is not for her to come and go visibly.

Yan Saburo asked about the Zhou family.

"This morning, the county commander personally led the team and escorted Zhou Xianyi and Mrs. Wu back to the county for trial, and I heard that it would be a capital crime. ”

Yan Saburo nodded, knowing that this was a false rumor from the villagers, but he did not correct it. Before the case was tried, it could not be said that it was a capital crime, but even if these two did not die, they would have to shed their skin, and they would not be able to get out in a short time.

Jin Niangzi let out a long breath: "Zhou Dahu is no longer the village elder, and the saplings are no longer assigned to him; Mrs. Wu fell ill when she went back last night, and she hasn't woken up until now; by the way, I heard that someone threw stones into the roof and yard of his house, and he couldn't live all night." ”

The Zhou family's reputation in Hongmo Village is not good, and in previous years, Zhou Dahu was the village elder, and he could still live a fresh and nourishing life. Now that there is a murderer in the Zhou family, and Zhou Dahu has also been deprived of his position, what is the big guy polite?

The state of the world, the state of the world, nothing more than that.

The life of the Zhou family is probably going to be difficult from now on.

Yan Saburo and Jin Niangzi exchanged a few more words, the latter knew that he had a great relationship with Qu Yunhe, but he felt a lot of pressure and couldn't let go of talking. Instead, Ah Mei ran over with a smile, greeted Yan Saburo, and wanted to take his hand to play.

Yan Saburo wouldn't let her touch herself again, he quietly turned his hands behind his back, and only asked her, "Is the mirror fun?"

"It's fun!" the little girl was very happy, "it shines beautifully!"

Yan Saburo reminded her: "You can't let others know that you have this little mirror." ”

"If you don't say it, you don't say it. Ah Mei has already had experience, "lest Zhou Xianyi come to rob it!"

She is still young, she doesn't know that Zhou Xianyi left this time, and she won't come back for a long time; in the same way, she doesn't know how to be sophisticated, she only knows that this little brother is a good person.

She looked left and right: "Hey, that ...... Where's my sister?"

The word "aunt" was circling around on the tip of the tongue, and it was not thrown out in the end, but a different word. Ah Mei has a good memory, and she still remembers that the girl in red is haunted, and she may come to pull her pigtails at any time.

She was afraid, so she didn't shout wrong.

"She has something to do, so let's go first. In the face of children, Yan Saburo also lied without blinking.

"That's right. Ah Mei was a little disappointed. That sister is so beautiful, so beautiful that she wants to be close.

Although she is young, she instinctively yearns for beautiful things.

Yan Saburo smiled, said goodbye to Jin Niangzi and Ah Mei, and slowly walked to the entrance of the village, picking a lot of needle flowers along the way.

The needle and fetal flowers that are so expensive in the pharmacy are easy to pick up at the moment, but unfortunately there are no bees and butterflies in this season, otherwise it really makes people think that they have changed the world.

The white cat lying in the saddle covered his mouth and yawned, and while watching him busy in his hands, he said, "Compare the goods and throw them away." In this way, you are actually a little cuter than Zhou Xianyi. ”

She hadn't seen Yan Xiaosan, who was six or seven years old, but she was disgusting when she thought about it.

People who are struggling to survive are not cute.

It's all for himself, but this kid's lone wolf-like eyes are something that Zhou Xianyi doesn't have.

Compare him with Zhou Xianyi? Yan Saburo didn't squeak, and reached out to rub the pointed cat ears.

Once, twice, the cat's ears avoided him, and he still persevered. So the cat got angry and scratched him with its white paws.

"Don't be angry, give you something good. The boy grinned, his teeth almost as white as snow.

A quarter of an hour later, a man, a cat and a horse finally walked to the agreed bridge.

The needle-tire flower tree by the bridge is blooming sparingly, as if it wants to replace all the vitality for a moment.

Under the flowers, there stood a tall man, dressed in green clothes, with a hat covering his face, and also leading a good horse. Ordinary beings walked past him, and no one realized that he was the local god of flowers.

Yan Saburo asked him, "Why did the needle flowers suddenly bloom?"

Qu Yunhe looked left and right, but did not see Chitose's figure: "Before leaving the Red Mill Valley, showing a 'miracle' can greatly increase the power of incense. He has been accumulating wishing power for a hundred years without knowing it, and it is harmless to pour out a little, but it makes the villagers of Hongmogu more believe in and be more pious to the god of flowers, so the wish power he receives will naturally explode.

Chitose's eyes were red, and she couldn't help but snort.

Qu Yunhe immediately turned his head and glared at the white cat in surprise: "This, what is this cat?"

"Well, it's me. ”

Qu Yunhe looked at her as if he had seen a trick.

This white cat is of excellent quality, and it is still a rare mandarin duck eye, even if it is put into the court, it can be a good pet. The problem is, it wears a wreath of flowers on its head.

The wreath made of gold and red needle fetal flowers is very ingenious, the style is very beautiful, and there is a thin layer of slight frost, which is obviously just taken off in the morning.

It brings out the cat's beauty very well.

But on Chitose's head—well, he already knew that the cat was Chitose—it was very disobedient!

The flowers had just been plucked, and it was apparently the young man on the side who had made the wreath. When did the Asura be at the mercy of others like this?

In the past, even Lou Shiliang couldn't do it.

The white cat didn't see the strange look in his eyes, she was enjoying the early winter sun, and the tip of her fluffy tail tapped the saddle, very pleasant: "Let's go, don't make a fuss." ”

During the trip to Hongmo Valley, she was a little unhappy at first to ask her to leave the comfortable Chunming City, and to leave the warm pond fire and delicious food. But now that she was fully loaded, she decided to be generous and not to worry about Yan San.

As for Qu Yunhe knowing her and Yan San's little secrets, Chitose was not worried, not out of trust in old acquaintances. Time is a blunt knife, and it can slowly grind away all friendships without showing the mountains and water.

But she was sure that Qu Yunhe, as a newcomer to Shanze, was still a novice in the use of wishing power, and some of them asked her for advice, and they would never dare to offend her easily.

She and the so-called "master" have always been reciprocal, and even if Dian Yunhe kills Yan Saburo to succeed her, she can't force Chitose to go against her own will.

Qu Yunhe is very clear about this.

Even Chitose often talks about "changing the owner of the wooden bell", Yan Saburo is not worried. Quyun River is limited by the position of the mountains, and she will live in the Red Mill Valley for a long time in the future, and the goal of Chitose is willingness, of course, she can't save in this kind of poor mountain and remote land, and whoever she likes will never like him.

(This is the end of the fairy scroll in the flower, and the next chapter enters the new volume "Transformation Bureau")