Wushuang saw that she was silent for a long time, afraid that she would have other problems, so he straightened her out of his arms and asked, "Xiao Jiu, are you still uncomfortable?"

Jiumu Yunxiang shook her head, and Leng didn't have the strength to say a word.

Wushuang's eyes were full of love and couldn't hide it, "Okay, okay, if you don't want to say it, you don't need to say it." After speaking, he helped her down slowly, and covered the velvet filament densely, with infinite tenderness, "Sleep a little longer, I'll be here to guard you." ”

At sunset, Musou went back, and Jiumu lay down for these days, feeling his body getting stiffer and stiffer, so he got up and stood at the window and looked at it.

She quietly looked at the bamboo forest outside the window, and the breeze carried the smell of bamboo fragrance into her nose, but she felt that the smell of bamboo fragrance was not as fresh and pure as before, but light and tasteless, light and cold, and light and cold......

It's like Uncle Xiao......

That ruthless......

That cold ......

That little cold......

Recalling that day, he screamed to him in the wind, begging him to save his life, but he pushed himself away again and again, and the prayer before he was about to die could not be exchanged for a trace of pity from him.

That's it

Why are you doing this?

He is ruthless, so why should he expect his mercy?

Jiumu sighed, but a wave of grievances climbed in his heart.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from the small bamboo forest, "Jiumu Yunxiang, it's good to be alive, what are you sighing for?"

Jiumu was slightly startled, and saw that the bird of the golden lark suddenly emerged from the small bamboo forest outside the window without saying a word.

I didn't see it when the accident happened, but now that it's half better, it runs up to join in the fun.

Sure enough, when it was time to pick, Jiumu's forehead wrinkled slightly, and a white eye came over, "Golden Canniculk, what are you doing?"

"I'm here to see you, it's a shame that you're still alive, if you really die, my canary lark won't be able to explain to the master, and I won't have the face to go back to the Jiujiu Forest Cloth Mountain. As he spoke, the canary flew over and perched on the edge of the window.

Jiumu smirked disdainfully, "You dead bird, I wish I were dead." ”

The canary lark's wings flashed, "Look at what you said, I'm so unrighteous." ”

Jiumu sneered, "You even know the word righteousness?"

Thinking about all the things before, I was napping in the private room that day, and you secretly called my little uncle to check on my homework, sued me from time to time, and talked to me about my anger, I really don't know which side you are on?

"You ......" The golden lark saw her sarcastic words and choked on her, so she was not to be outdone, "People are sick, but their mouths are still flexible." ”

"However, for your sake, I will not care about you today. But she is indeed a righteous bird, so she can't be underestimated, so the canary lark said,

"Think about that day, you were half-dead and were brought back by your little uncle, who mobilized the birds on the whole mountain to find you the medical saint?"

"You lie in bed all day, who stands outside the window and watches over you?"

"You are screaming in fear in your dreams, who is there to wake you up and comfort you?"

"Now that I'm awake, I slapped my buttocks, and scolded me for not being righteous, which is really heartless, lungs and conscienceless. ”

The more she talked, the more angry she became, and the canary raised her head, too lazy to look at her again.

There seemed to be a drizzle above the head, Jiumu Yunxiang helped the corners of his forehead, looked at it with righteous indignation, and told it in a loud way that it had done its best to himself in the past few days, and felt that he had indeed let it suffer some grievances, and he dared to love this bird and still have a little conscience.

I couldn't think of an apology, so I came with a sword,

"You grew up with me, don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, you ...... As it should be. ”

The canary lark patted his head, "Heh......" and couldn't laugh or cry.

"That's it, that's it, you've always been self-righteous, but fortunately, Bing Ruohan is thoughtful, otherwise ......"

"Don't talk to me about anything. ”

Before the golden lark finished speaking, he let Jiumu cut it off.

At the mention of Bing Ruohan, her reaction was so angry, and the lark shook, "Yo, now, you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge." ”

Jiumu: "Who do you say crossed the river and demolished the bridge?"

Skylark: "Do you think that you died like that day, and Wushuang's bowls of decoction and medicine saved you? If it weren't for Bing Ruohan losing you hundreds of years of spiritual power to protect your spiritual veins, maybe you would have been buried in the soil to make flower fertilizer by now, and you would still be able to stand here and talk to me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kugi was confused when he heard this.

"I saw it with my own eyes, how can it be nonsense? In the past few days, I have been guarding the small bamboo forest outside the window every day, and when I see that Bing Ruohan is cold every night when there is no one, I will come to this orchid room to silently instill spiritual power into you, keep your muscles and veins unblocked, and this daily hundred years of spiritual power has been given to you, don't you feel it?"

Jiumu looked shocked, no wonder when he woke up in the morning, there was a nameless vapor in his body, warm as a trickle of spring water, reaching the seven meridians and eight veins, nourishing blood and water dissolving, it turned out to be ......

It's just that Jiumu asked blankly, "Why did you hurt me in the first place if you worked so hard to save me?"

The golden lark explained, "He didn't mean to hurt you, but because he really didn't know that you were afraid of the wind, and he blamed me, so he didn't tell him in advance." ”

"You bird, you have always been a snob, since the master went out to travel, you have been in collusion with him, and have spoken good things for him everywhere, now, are you here to be his lobbyist?"

The golden lark laughed, and did not speculate with her for more than half a sentence, it waved its wings and flew into the hollow, "If Bing Ruohan needs your forgiveness, why should I be this lobbyist? ”

After saying that, he flew away angrily.

Leaving Jiumu alone in front of the window and banging on the windowsill, muttering to himself,

"What do you mean?"

"Leave me in the wind, clearly want me to fend for myself. ”

"You want me to die, but why do you want me to live. ”

"Give me spiritual power, it's just guilt. ”

"What about giving me spiritual power, I may not be rare. ”

"Don't expect me to forgive you. ”

Picking at his fingers, he was about to pull out the moist and smooth nails to relieve his hatred.

From time to time, I casually brushed my hand on the small bamboo forest, and saw that the top bamboo leaves swayed for a while, and the bamboo leaves fell to the ground one after another.

Seven hundred years of profound spiritual power, it is really different.

Seeing the corner of her mouth hooked, she was obviously very proud.

......

......

In just a few days, Jiumu Yunxiang can be alive again, just like someone who has nothing to do.

Jiumu Yunxiang, who has always been active, stayed in this orchid room to recuperate for a few days, like a trapped prison bird.

Bored and bored, he wanted to find something to pass the time, so he remembered his specialty - winemaking.

Since the last time I went back to Jiulin Buji Mountain, I took the few remaining jars of cherry blossoms and drunk them, and gave them to the senior brothers one by one.

Jiumu remembered that there was a small cherry blossom forest at the foot of Zixia Mountain, the cherry blossom forest was not big, and now the cherry blossoms were blooming, although the petals were not as fresh and fresh as the nine cherry blossoms on Jiumu Bujian Mountain, and they could be used improvised.

After all, the small cherry blossom forest under the mountain is more or less stained with the breath of the fairy family, and the wine made from the cherry blossom petals is always ten million times stronger than the horse urine mixed with water in the mortal world.

Presumably, Jiumu found a woven bamboo basket and prepared to go down the mountain.