If you touch too many greasy things, the scolding will naturally disappear, and you won't take it very seriously. But Tsukidan is a big deal for him, he has been in the mulberry grass garden for so long, he doesn't know that he wants to build Kidan, and he can't be happy to look at Hibiscus who carefully fertilizes the spirit grass.

"Uncle Furong, isn't Tsukidan sent once every three years?" Yue Qianchou asked expressionlessly.

Fleur held a short dung spoon, and after a little thought, nodded and said, "This year seems to be the third year." ”

Yue Qian was speechless, and it was in vain to ask her, there seemed to be nothing else in her world, too simple and simple. But I think what the grass and the green willow said should be true.

Is there a chance to build a foundation soon? I don't know if I can build a foundation successfully? Whether I can succeed or not, it is better to have a chance than not to have a chance. It's a pity that there is only one Zhuji Dan at a time, Xiaotian, Guan Yu, Chen Feng, I'm sorry, you can rest assured, what the boss promised you will definitely do.

Thinking of this, Yue Qianchou's depression that had been pent up for more than a year was swept away, and he was faintly excited, and the speed of his work was obviously much faster, and he was eager to find someone to inquire when Tsukidan would be sent down.

After finishing the work, the things were thrown to Fleur for disposal. He wandered around the mulberry grass garden, and when he saw people, he wanted to lean over and almost inquire, but the attitude of people here towards him was similar to that of grass and green willows. I had no choice but to go out of the Mulberry Garden, but he was the only man who picked up dung in Wanfen Garden, and he was so famous that no matter who he found, he was afraid to avoid him, and he was almost beaten by beautiful women a few times.

"Yue Qianchou, disciples who have not reached the foundation building period are not allowed to wander out of the garden, don't you know?" A middle-aged woman at the exit of the gate of Wanfen Garden stopped him.

"Master, I was originally a seconded disciple of the Alchemy Pavilion, and I need to go back to the Alchemy Pavilion for something, and it won't be long before I will be back soon. Yue Qianchou saw that he really couldn't ask anything in Wanfen Garden, so he wanted to go back to the Alchemy Pavilion to ask Ling Feng and the others.

"No, I can't. The woman refused without hesitation.

"Senior Ancestor, do you know when our Qi Refining Stage disciple's Zhuji Dan will be sent?"

"I don't know, huh...... Yue Qianchou, don't lean over, go back quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being polite. The middle-aged woman pulled out the sword in her hand and shouted with a disgusted look at Yue Qianchou, who was approaching and pleading. The latter's face twitched, and there were signs of anger, but looking at the bright long sword in front of him, he knew the truth that "a good man does not suffer losses in front of him", so he had to grit his teeth and retreat.

I didn't ask about Tsukidan, and I was angry when I ran into walls everywhere. Yue Qianchou came to the river alone again, decided to go fishing, and took out the homemade fishing tackle from under the rocks on the side. But strangely, it seems that his bad mood also affected the mood of the fish in the river to eat, and he didn't even bite the fish. As a result, the more I fished, the more angry I became, and the rod was thrown back as soon as it was collected.

"Furong said that this river leads to the sea, and Wanfenyuan is guarded by someone who will not let it out, so there will be no one to stop you when you go to the beach!" Yue Qianchou muttered as she looked at the small river stretching between the mountains.

Before I knew it, I was walking along the direction of the river. After walking for more than an hour along the weeds by the river, the river in front of me passed through two dark and bare and weedless mountains, and the salty smell in the air could already be smelled between the nose and mouth.

Sure enough, as soon as I walked into the mountains, I could already hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore, mixed with the chirping of seabirds. The pace quickened, through the mountains, and suddenly the river opened up before it, and the river rushed to its end, the sea.

The blue sea is surging with waves, the white sand beach is smooth and clean under the rise and fall of the waves, a flock of seagulls fly and chirp in the sea and sky, and the two bare mountains behind them seem to be their nesting places.

I haven't seen the sea for a long time, the endless sea is so wide, and the scenery in front of me makes Yue Qianchou feel refreshed, and all the troubles are forgotten.

"Whew...... ...... "Yue Qianchou took off his shoes and socks, and rushed barefoot with a scream, leaving rows of footprints on the flat beach. His cry immediately startled a flock of seagulls on the rocks behind him, echoing his chirping.

Yue Qianchou shook his fist and laughed at them as they flew in the air. But he didn't notice that a person came out of a cliff cave on the mountain wall behind him, staring at him, it was none other than Yan Zixia, who he had begged for more than a year but had not seen.

Yue Qianchou, who was playing on the beach like a child, stopped for a long time, only to see him staring at the vast sea, opening his arms as if he wanted to embrace the whole sea, and suddenly heard him shout: "This situation and this scene, when the song is a song!"

A somersault flipped from the back of the soaked seawater, landed on the clean beach and sat down cross-legged, waved a seven-stringed guqin on both knees, Yue Qianchou brewed a little, and immediately there was a bohemian laugh, a familiar melody sung by Ren Xianqi in his previous life appeared in his mind, which was in line with the mood of this situation at this time.

Yan Zixia on the cliff cave on the mountain wall stared at the people below with flickering eyes and muttered: "It's Yue Qianchou! Do you want to sing a song? I once saw the secret report of the Hundred Flowers Palace that said that the world-famous "White Fox" and "Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream" were actually made by an unpopular disciple of the Qingguang Sect, and that person seems to be called Yue Qianchou! I have admired it for a long time, but unfortunately I can't see it, so I don't know if this Yue Qianchou is the other Yue Qianchou? I'll wait and see......

Yue Qianchou laughed, raised his hand and waved, his fingers drew a homophony on the strings, and his mood was surging, and he unconsciously used his true qi, and the sound of the piano pierced the sound of the waves and spread to the surroundings. The fingers of both hands were already skillfully plucked on the strings.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... The moving prelude gradually sounded. Just hearing this prelude, Yan Zixia's eyes were already slightly bright.

Yue Qianchou suddenly laughed again with a burst of wild waves, accompanied by the sound of the piano to the vast sea and sang loudly: "The sea laughs, the tide on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs remember the present with the waves." The sky is smiling, and the world is in the court, and God knows who loses and who wins. The rivers and mountains are smiling, the smoke and rain are far away, and the waves are sweeping away the red dust and the world. The breeze smiled, but it was lonely, and there was still a night photo left of pride. Lalala...... Lalala......"

The wildness in the hoarse voice, the madness of singing loudly, the pride in the singing, the laughter and singing of the world, the laughter and singing in response to the sea in front of you, laughing at the sea, laughing and singing the world, laughing and singing the common people, in this song.

Such a proud and tactful song, which is completely different from "White Fox" and "Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream", fell into Yan Zixia's ears, making her feel like a woman.

Is the person in front of him the mediocre-looking and unsightly little disciple of the Alchemy Pavilion that he has seen? The scene of Yue Qianchou appeared in his mind for the first time, and a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Zixia's mouth: "The secret report of the Hundred Flowers Palace said that Yue Qianchou does not care about fame and fortune, and is willing to bear the reputation of a waste material. Who else could it be? Is there a second Yue Qianchou in the world who is so talented? I don't believe it. ”

If Yue Qianchou heard her words, he had to hug her thighs and cry bitterly, he would definitely tell her: "I really don't want to pick up dung in the mulberry garden! I really can't help it! Sister, save me!"