Back at the inn, Spoon felt refreshed. Finally, this difficult matter was resolved. When you enter through the back door, you don't see the scholar there. Where did that guy go to be lazy again, and whether he wanted an inn or not. The expert had already chosen a seat to sit down, and it was comforting to look at his calm and relaxed appearance.
The spoon specially took out the hair tip that had been hidden for a long time, made a pot of tea, and handed the tea with a smile: "A master drinks tea."
The expert readily took it, took a sip, and felt refreshing. It was obviously just a cup of ordinary tea. Could it be because the brewers were different? He smiled: "Aren't you afraid to save the white snake today?"
When Shaozi thought about it, he couldn't help being terrified. He tightly covered his heart, and his face turned pale: "Of course I'm afraid!"
He glanced at her and laughed uncontrollably: "Don't be afraid now, it's all over."
The spoon thought about it carefully, and then he was relieved: "That's right." She said with a shy face, "Master, why don't you live here, and I'll clean up a room for you, and take care of three meals a day."
He silently remembered that every day when she asked her to stir-fry vegetables, she would stare at him, let alone tidy up his room, he even folded the quilt by himself, and when she poured tea for herself, it was really different from other people die. No, he has nothing to do with his own sour vinegar.
Seeing him shaking his head, Shaozi was disappointed. Just about to try to seduce with other delicacies, I heard someone outside the door asking:
"Excuse me, can you stay here?"
The spoon looked out, and saw a handsome monk in shabby cassock. It's nothing, but he still holds a pot of flowers in his hand, a pot that hasn't bloomed... Epiphyllum.
It was dark outside the house, and it was raining lightly.
It was cloudy and rainy, and it was clearly midsummer, but there was no clear sky. The rain hit the bluestone in front of the inn, dripping. Pedestrians walked across the water with umbrellas, and the inside and outside were deserted.
The spoon has been lying on the cash drawer for seven days. Except for the monk who has been lodging there, a total of six diners have come, and no one has stayed. I can't afford it anymore. Hearing the crackling sound of the abacus in her ear, she tilted her head, looked at the scholar's serious knocking, and asked, "Shopkeeper, why are you working on the abacus every day, obviously there are not so many accounts to calculate."
The slender fingers froze suddenly, the scholar turned his head to look at her, and pondered: "Don't you think this looks more like a shopkeeper?"
"..." Spoon, who hadn't eaten meat for four days, had no strength to tell him. He felt unsatisfied after every two bowls of rice, and felt hungry when he walked two steps in place. She has been lying on the cabinet for a long time, and it seems that she has to continue lying on it, sighing, "When will the sun come out?"
She looked at the continuous dripping water from the eaves boredly, yawned, looked around, and suddenly saw a touch of vermilion fall. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was wrong, but the red became more and more, mixed in the rain, and the ground was full of bright red. The spoon stood up with a "chuckle": "Shopkeeper, it's raining blood!"
The scholar looked out, his eyes paused slightly: "It's turned into cinnabar."
As soon as the spoon heard it, he went to the backyard without even taking the umbrella, and jumped up from there. At a glance, the Pixiu really started to melt, and half of the horns on its head were gone. She was shocked, she had never experienced the power of this formation, and it just disappeared like this. She raised her hand to touch the divine beast, and said in surprise, "Don't touch it!"
But she couldn't take it anymore, her fingertips burned instantly, Pixiu turned into cinnabar rain and rained down, burning her arms red, and almost passed out without pain. Seeing that the red rain was about to pour down on his face, the scholar quickly stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, raised his hand, and fanned all the red rain away with a flick of his sleeve. Slightly red raindrops splashed on his body, scalding and stinging, and he couldn't help frowning.
The spoon trembled, covered his arms and looked at him: "Are you injured?"
The scholar looked at her clothes on her right arm that were mostly burned, vaguely saw that Ou Nen's arm was burned, and then looked at her face, which was pale, and asked him if he was injured, what a fool, and said softly: "No."
Spoon whimpered: "But I have..."
"..."
Back in the house, the scholar took the medicine and gauze, angrily and amusedly cut the clothes for her, trying not to touch her wound. After cutting it open, I realized that her injury was worse than expected, and she was able to endure it.
The spoon sniffled and asked, "Then why does the cinnabar burn people?"
"The cinnabar won't, it's just that it's a beast formation. After the formation is released normally, it will be an ordinary cinnabar. But if the formation is forcibly broken, the beast will try its best to resist, and it will be like today."
Shao Lao nodded: "But who is breaking the formation?"
The scholar paused, without raising his eyebrows, focusing on the wound: "Rainwater."
Suddenly, the spoon moved his arm, and the scholar who applied the medicine for her was shaking the medicine bottle, and immediately bumped into her wound, with a long "ow~~~", his face became even more bleak. Sweat dripped from the anxious scholar's forehead: "Don't move around."
Even if he poked his own spoon, he didn't dare to move. She sighed: "It would be great if the expert is here, just pinch your fingers twice."
The scholar pursed his lips, remembering the expert, he was also working hard to apply the medicine, and said slowly: "The wound was caused by a beast, it is hard to heal itself, and the rain has a strong aura, mixed in, even if it is The expert is here, and he has to give you medicine in this way to get better."
Shaozi snorted softly: "The shopkeeper has never seen an expert, he is very powerful." Finally, he coughed twice, "Thank you shopkeeper for helping me bandage my wound."
The scholar who was full of his sour vinegar finally smiled a little satisfied.
"Then how long will it continue to rain? If there are no more guests, the inn will be closed." Shaozi shook his head again, "I can't even go to the hot spring after this."
The scholar paused again with his hand holding the gauze, and looked at her: "Hot spring?"
Shaozi nodded: "The flowering period is approaching, go to Qishan to soak in the Lingquan, and your cultivation can be greatly improved. But it's going down like this all day, and I'm almost exhausted."
Hot springs... steaming hot springs with white gas... a spoon in it... I think about it... a scholar... I can't hold it anymore...
Shao Qiao tilted his head to look at him, startled: "Shopkeeper! Nosebleed! Nosebleed!"
The scholar covered it with one hand, and thought to himself, for the sake of Shaozi's trip to the hot spring, he must hurry up to deal with this rainy day!
The spoon gave him the handkerchief, the scholar took it, and it took a while to recover: "Find the source, and soon we will see a cloudless and sunny day."
Shaozi suddenly looked at him suspiciously: "Does the shopkeeper know the reason?" He became furious for a moment, and turned into a tigress, "You know but don't tell me, shopkeeper, do you want to buy the inn?!"
One or two cold sweats fell down his back... The scholar smiled calmly: "I'm just guessing, don't worry about the spoon. Didn't the guest officer who came to eat and drink in the inn say that it didn't rain in the next town, but it was watery when you entered Zhuangyuan Town? So I thought, maybe some monster has entered the town. And this rain is quite hostile, not something ordinary monsters can do."
Only then did Shao Shao's expression soften, and he nodded thoughtfully: "What you said makes sense. Well, I'll go out later to see where the monster is hiding." Seeing him tie the gauze, he changed a pair of small scissors , thinking that he was going to trim the corners of the unfit gauze, but he didn't expect that he was trimming those burned nails for himself.
The scholar repaired very carefully, and the scissors would not hurt her even if she fell. The spoon stared at him for a while, he didn't have the unfathomable strength like Gao Ren, and he didn't have the strong body like Gao Ren, but why did he feel more pleasing and reliable the more he looked at him: "No one has ever cut my nails for me."
The sharp blades merged into one, and cut off half of the bad ones. Then the scholar said: "Well, I will cut it for you later."
The spoon was stunned for a moment, and my heart was very warm.
It has been raining for ten days now.
The flower beds in the backyard were filled with ocean, and all the monsters nestled in their places in a low mood, wilted by the rain.
The spoon took a shovel to dredge a ditch in the flower bed, and then built a shed, which made it more comfortable. Seeing that he will bloom in four or five days, but the water in the hot spring is not clean in this rainy day, it seems that he will miss the day of increasing his cultivation this year.