The yellow fu burned out, and Mu Qianchen's voice came, "Mother, how are you? When you went back to the Heavenly Palace yesterday, grandma asked you." Yang Fusang remembered that she had asked her mother before and told her about Ah Jin, and asked herself how she should have asked Ah Jin to find it?

Before Yang Fusang finished thinking about it, Huang Fu's voice continued, "Brother, let me tell me, brother......"

The voice is very different from the previous one, Yang Fusang frowned, this second child is becoming more and more coquettish, when will he be as sensible and upright as the boss Mu Qianchen, like a serious fairy.

Such a child is really negligent in discipline!

As soon as the sound transmission spell of this yellow talisman ended, one appeared in front of Yang Fusang.

"Mother, I'm Alin, I, I don't know if I have a spell, and my brother doesn't know, it's okay for you to teach me?

Ya, Yang Fusang is angry, he and Ah Jin are not so faceless and skinless, how can he give birth to such a shameless person as the second child.

A yellow talisman appeared between his right fingers, "Ah Chen, the next time I go to see your grandmother, I'll say that I'm a little eyebrow now." "When he said this, Yang Fusang was a little weak-hearted, where was the eyebrows? Recently, he has been dreaming, plus some mortal past, and he has not found it at all!

"Ah Chen, tell the second child that the spell won't figure it out by yourself!"

After speaking, Yang Fusang cast a spell and passed these words back through the yellow fu.

Pity Mu Qianlin, who is in the Shenjun Mansion at this time, holding his brother Mu Qianchen waiting for his mother's letter in his eyes.

"Brother, didn't my mother receive it?"

"Brother, mother, is she busy?"

"Brother, mother, doesn't he want me anymore?"

Mu Qianlin's every word, his brother Mu Qianchen didn't want to answer him, and finally Mu Qianchen, who was annoyed by the question, gave his brother a blank look, and Mu Qianlin, who was chattering, closed his mouth.

Mu Qianchen, who was reading a book, looked at his younger brother who was lying on the table in a daze, and shook his head repeatedly.

Contacting Yang Fusang was also the idea of his younger brother.

That day, Mu Qianlin came back from the snow house of Yang Fusang in the mortal world, and he was very worried, he always felt that his temperament was following his mother, so this little cutie returned to the patriarch's mansion and looked for evidence of his mother's naughty and willful mother on his mother's bookshelf and desk.

Just ask, who would put his willfulness and some small bad things by his side, of course Mu Qianlin didn't find it!

He didn't give up, and he actually returned to the Sun God Monarch's Mansion, the reason was that his mother's little temper, as well as those "little reputations" in the heavenly realm, were all favored by his husband.

That's a good idea.

Haojin's small study room in the Sun God Monarch's Mansion, the books, calligraphy and paintings in it were all made by Haojin for Yang Fusang back then, in addition to these, there are also cultivation techniques and pharmacological books, which are also collected for Yang Fusang.

Mu Qianlin found a book of spells written by Haojin in this small study, one of which was the Water Curtain Technique.

The so-called water curtain technique is to contact the person you want to contact by using water as a curtain, provided that both people can use this technique, and it requires a lot of mental power, especially the person who performs this water curtain technique.

There are only spells in the book, and there is no catechism on how to cast them. Mu Qianlin didn't know that this technique was done by his father for his mother, and it was ineffective for outsiders.

After studying for a long time, he could only urge a water, thought about it again and again, and came to his brother Mu Qianchen with a book.

"Brother, you can help me see this spell! Brother, please, my brother is finally so serious, brother!"

No matter how coquettish Mu Qianlin was, Mu Qianchen did not waver.

When his father was alive, he took him to the small study, and told him that the books there were all collected for his mother, especially the red gold-veined book.

Mu Qianchen looked at the red gold book in Mu Qianlin's hand, "The spells in this book are only the mother's meeting." ”

"Brother, you contact my mother! Brother, my mother doesn't reply to my words, every time I send it to her, either reply with two words, or don't reply at all. Mu Qianlin hugged his brother's shoulders, his eyes watery.

When Mu Qianlin said this, the corners of Mu Qianchen's mouth smiled, no wonder he received his mother's words from time to time.

"Take care of Mu Qianlin. ”

"Optimistic about Mu Qianlin. ”

"Let Mu Qianlin stay in the mansion well. ”

......

Mu Qianchen shook his head and said to the person on his shoulder, "Alin, you are too old to be such a child. ”

"Brother, where do I have?"

"How can there be? The book in your hand was specially made by your father for your mother, and her mother was reluctant to move it, but you ......"

"Brother. Mu Qianlin was a little flustered, thinking of his mother's serious appearance, he trembled a little, "Brother, can you not tell your mother!"

"It's okay if you don't tell me, you can return the book, and the study will be cleaned up!" Mu Qianchen put down the book in his hand and looked at his younger brother.

"Okay!" Mu Qianlin got up and ran out, "I'll go now!"

Mu Qianlin left, and Mu Qianchen smiled.

"Mother's reply should also arrive!" Mu Qianchen's right hand stretched out, slender fingers, and a yellow charm appeared above the broad palm.

The yellow talisman was in his hand, emitting a golden light, and then the yellow talisman burned out, bringing his mother's words with him.

Sure enough, the mother's reply was something that made the younger brother sad and sad, but fortunately he was taken away, otherwise it would have been a long time coming.

Mu Qianchen picked up his book again......

Yang Fusang in the mortal world continued to help the jade slave pick flowers and make wine.

"Yunu, why did you let him go?" Yang Fusang woke up, and there were only the two of them left in the courtyard.

The jade slave holds the lotus flower in his hand, and the jade finger peels off one petal after another, and after the petals are plucked, they are put into the water in the pot.

"Him. Yu Nu blushed, "He said that he wanted to go back to the division, a few days ago he went out of the city to sell wine, and saw the people in the division, saying that there was something important in the door, so he went back!"

"What is the teacher's business?"

"Hmm. He said he would be back!" Yunu had already finished picking the lotus flower in his hand, and looked at Yang Fusang with both eyes.

Yang Fusang smiled, flew onto the canopy boat, supported the bamboo artemisia, and pushed towards the depths of the pond.

At this time, the pond has lotus leaves that cover more than half of the pond, and among the lotus leaves, countless lotus flowers poke out their heads from the lotus leaves, blooming with their own beauty.

Yang Fusang will stay here for a long time every day, except for picking lotus flowers, and sleeping here.

Lying on the bow of the boat, resting on his arm, drinking a little wine, looking at the stars or the sky, looking at it, he fell asleep.

"Sang'er, there are enough flowers for today. ”

"Good!"

In the lotus pond, Yang Fusang answered, and then lay down on the bow of the boat again.

When the sun was in the sky, I could barely open my eyes in the sun, my eyes were closed, and I touched a lotus leaf in my right hand, and pinched it upside down on my face.

"That's good!" said Yang Fusang as he reached out and pinched another piece and put it on his chest.

Most of the love in the world is one life or three lives and three lives, and I don't know what will happen to this jade slave and Li Daoshi?

Yang Fusang under the lotus leaf whispered, Daoist Li has returned to the master's door, will he not come back?

If you don't come back, what should you do with the jade slave? This woman is infatuated, and I don't know if there are any rules for static love in Daoist Li's master, if not, it's okay to make up for it yourself, after all, this rule is used to break.

The lotus leaf covered his face, covered it for a long time, the leaves were a little dry, stretched out his hand, removed the lotus leaf on his face, and pulled a piece to cover his face, and continued to float on the boat.

Yu Nu dried the lotus petals just now, sat in the pavilion, but saw a figure outside the courtyard, and was a little excited, and ran towards the courtyard gate.

She had thought about whether he would return to the master's door, and he would devote himself to the Tao and forget himself, so when she saw the figure outside the hospital, her heart was excited and boiling.

Opening the courtyard door, Yu Nu couldn't hold back his happiness in his heart, "Are you back......?"

Seeing that the person outside the door was not him, Yunu's heart cooled, "Are you?"

"Girl, I'm passing by here and want to come in and get a glass of water. The man outside the door looked at Yunu and said.

Seeing that the man was dressed in white and carrying a long sword, he looked like a person like Li Dao, and then saw that his face was bloodless, white like heat stroke, and looked at the sun in the sky, so he opened the door, "Come in!"

"Thank you, girl!" After the man in white was invited, he followed the jade slave in and sat down under the pavilion.

Seeing that it was not his sweetheart, Yu Nu was a little disappointed, so he poured the water from the teapot in the pavilion into the cup and handed it to the man, "Childe, you drink slowly, I'm busy here!"

The man in white nodded, looking at the jade slave humbly and politely, "Thank you girl!"

"No thanks!"

The jade slave climbed onto the roof and turned over the lotus flowers that had been dried not long ago. He said that he would come back in three or five days, and this is the seventh day, why haven't he come back, "Ah!"

The ladder under his feet was not steady, and he fell down.

Hearing the cry of the jade slave, Yang Fusang in the depths of the lotus flower appeared in the courtyard in a phantom form.

Reach out and catch the jade slave who is about to land.

The waist of the jade slave was in Yang Fusang's hands, in addition to feeling the soft waist of the jade slave, she also felt a force, this power is not like an ordinary spell, could it be a spell cast by Daoist Li to protect the jade slave? He should not have this ability!

Yang Fusang, who only cared about receiving the jade slave, didn't think about anything else, and he didn't see the person sitting in the pavilion.

"Sister Sang...... Lord Rakshasa !"

The people in the pavilion saw the jade slave fall from the ladder, and wanted to fly to pick it up, but thought that "men and women don't kiss", so they secretly cast a spell, wanting to catch the woman with a spell, but unexpectedly a figure appeared and caught the woman.

Hearing the shout, Yang Fusang put down the jade slave and looked at the pavilion, the man in the pavilion was dressed in white Shengxue, carrying a long sword, young and promising, "Xiaochun?"

"Hmm!"

The person in the pavilion was Xiao Chun, seeing that it was Yang Fusang, Xiao Chun changed his polite and polite image just now, and ran towards Yang Fusang.

"Do you know?" The jade slave on the side looked at Yang Fusang, and then at Koharu.

"Acquaintance!" Yang Fusang's face sent an aunt smile, "Come, let me introduce you, this is Yunu, my new friend, her wine is good, Yunu, this is Xiaochun, a cultivator, my best friend's apprentice!"

When Yunu saw Xiaochun, what he was thinking about was Daoist Li, and he was not as indifferent to Xiaochun as he was just now. "Xiaochun, you sit, I'll make tea, you're thirsty!"

Koharu nodded.

In the pavilion, Xiaochun sat with Yang Fusang, and there was nowhere to put his excited little hands, "Sister Sang, no, Lord Rakshasa, I ......"

"It's called Sister Sang!Xiaochun, are you going well this way?"

This question, Xiaochun's heart warmed a lot, as soon as he came, he came and went in the wind and rain alone, and he was often injured by catching ghosts and subduing demons, and the ten years in Xuelu were simply the best days of his life.

"I ...... It went well!"

"That's good. Yang Fusang patted Xiaochun on the shoulder, although this child didn't grow up like she watched, but she also got along for more than a year, and she naturally cared about it emotionally.

"So, how did you get here?"

Xiaochun looked at Yang Fusang, her eyebrows were sad, "Sister Sang, this is a long story......"