Qing Min had never seen a real color-changing fruit, so he wanted to see it more clearly, so he patted the back of the catcher and said to the catcher: "Fly lower, let me take a closer look at what the color-changing fruit looks like." ”

The catcher obediently flew lower, and the chameleon fruit trees were low plants with no leaves, and only chameleon fruits grew on them, and the plants were covered with chameleon fruits.

At this time, the catcher turned over, and Qingmin was thrown down in the air before he could catch its feathers and fell into the color-changing fruit forest.

Qing Min's body, face, and hands are stuck with the juice of the color-changing fruit, and the face is red from east to west, but fortunately, the clothes are the magic clothes with a cleaning formation, but there is no juice sticky, watching the man-grabbing bird in the sky circling in circles, making a pleasant cry, Qingmin angrily took down the color-changing peel on his face, and smashed the color-changing peel towards the excited catcher.

Qingmin was annoyed that he had been deceived by the docile appearance of the man-grabbing bird, and had forgotten that the man-grabbing bird in his memory was naughty and bad.

The peel hit the head of the catcher, and the juice of the peel stuck to its feathers, and the catcher bird squinted at Qingmin below, and let out an angry cry.

Qing Min's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, and he grabbed a few and threw them at the catcher, and the catcher quickly flapped his wings to avoid it, but he was still hit by one, and Qingmin laughed when he saw it.

The catcher heard Qingmin's exaggerated laughter, leaned down, angrily grabbed Qingmin's shoulder with his claws, Qingmin was caught, and then threw Qingmin into the stream next to him, Qingmin closed his eyes and struggled desperately in the stream, and found that the laughter of the catcher bird above was sharper, opened his eyes, calmed down, stood up, and unexpectedly found that the stream was only up to his calf, he flickered for a moment, chuckled, and he was also amused by his own stupidity.

Qingmin left the creek and applied a cleaning technique to himself, looked at his hands, and found that the color on his hands was still not clear, but after a closer look, the color on his hands did not seem to be red, some were orange, and some were pink, Qingmin looked at the catcher bird hovering in the sky and found that the place on its body that was hit by the color-changing fruit was still red, and it did not change color at all.

Qing Min looked at the color on the body of the catcher bird, and looked at the color on his body, and didn't bother to pay attention to the presumptuous ridicule of the catcher bird in the sky, walked to the creek, observed the smiling water, picked up the water and smelled it, and took out the spirit gourd in the storage bag, the water in it was still brought by Qingmin's home, and his nose got close to smell the smell, and found that there was no difference between the two.

The catcher bird in the sky watched Qing Min's movements curiously, hovering, and did it cry in a low voice.

Picked a color-changing fruit, took out the pot of refining powder, this pot was still given to him by Uncle Yao once, think about that big-mouthed Uncle Yao, I really miss it, I tore the skin of a color-changing fruit, got the juice in, poured the water of my own spirit gourd, stirred it, dipped a little and smeared it on the skin of the non-sticky color-changing fruit, looked at the color and found that it was still red, Qingmin looked at the stream very suspiciously, could it be that there was any difference between the two.

He poured out the contents of the pot, performed a cleaning technique to clean it, filled it with some clear water from the surface of the stream, squeezed out the juice of a discolored fruit, put it in the pot, stirred it, dipped a drop, and dripped it on his clean arm, and found that it was still red, and sat on the ground a little dejected, thinking about what had gone wrong.

And the catcher bird in the sky saw Qingmin sitting on the ground and didn't play with it, and chirped a few times, but Qingmin was still immersed in thinking, and he didn't mean to take care of the catcher bird at all.

The catcher was angry that there was no one to play with him, so he grabbed Qingmin's shoulder and threw her into the stream.

Qingmin, who was thrown into the creek by the catcher, sat in the stream, looking at the excited catcher bird in the sky, he was very helpless, grabbed a handful of sand in the water and smashed it at the catcher, the catcher chirped, and tried his best to avoid it, but there was still some sand smashed on the catcher, and the color of some of the undried color-changing juice changed and turned orange-red.

Qingmin grabbed a handful of sand and aimed at the catcher, but when he saw the color of the catcher carefully, he stopped, looked at the sand in his hand, and regardless of the water on his body, he walked directly to the pot, threw it into the pot, and stirred it.

Then he took a deep breath, restrained his excitement, dipped a little on his clean hands, and found that the color had changed to pink, but he didn't expect that in addition to the red of the color-changing fruit, there were other colors that could be dipped in the monk's skin, and this discoverer was himself.

Qing Min looked at the pink on his arm excitedly, in the future, the Kodan in the hands of the wives of those high-level monks is no longer red, and he is the inventor who makes different colors of Kodan, if you sell these different colors of Kodan, you can earn a lot of spirit stones, the purchasing power of those high-level female cultivators is absolutely amazing, Qing Min can't help but fantasize about a mountain-high spirit stone shining dazzling in front of him, thinking about it makes him excited, and now he understands that the fifth-order spirit beast has made his house golden, and gold and spirit stones are really good things, which can make people feel happy。

Then he poured out the pink water in the pot, and then went to the stream to fill it with sand and picked a lot of color-changing fruits, but the mischievous catcher in the sky didn't want Qingmin to complete the task in his heart so happily.

When Qingmin was loading sand, he pushed the pot down, so that the sand inside poured out, and Qingmin was like being poured a basin of cold water, eager to pluck out its hair.

But after thinking about it, I can find this change, or the credit of this naughty catcher, and now this credit can only be obtained by myself, and the spirit stone has also lost its own, as for this catcher who can only be naughty and mischievous, but can't speak, he can't get anything, not even a low-grade spirit stone, so it's much better to think about Qingmin's mood, and I don't have any opinion on it doing this.

But not only did he push down the sand in the pot, but he also grabbed the color-changing fruit and threw it at Qingmin's head, Qingmin shook off the color-changing juice and skin on his body, and was angry and helpless for the naughty catcher.

Now I finally know why the monk came to the Mystic Forest to be most afraid of catching birds, which is like a bear child at home, naughty and mischievous, making people angry and angry, but he can't do anything to him, because this is his own child, and the bird is flying in the sky, and the sky is their domain, and the monk can't easily hurt them, so he can only accept his fate.

After finally picking enough color-changing fruits and filling them with sand, Qingmin was ready to put them in a storage bag and take them back to the bamboo house to continue the experiment.