The Shangqing sect has been established for more than 10,000 years, with profound heritage and countless treasures of heaven and earth. For most monks, washing their spiritual roots and reshaping their talents is an opportunity that cannot be met. What a difficult task.
"No problem." Daoist Changzhao stroked his beard, looked at Wen Ai kindly, "Your Uncle Fudong's alchemy is exquisite, and tomorrow I will take you to the Medicine Pavilion to seek the method of washing the spirit root."
Daoist Changzhao has been away from the sect for too long. When he came back, he was immediately entangled in tedious affairs. When he left, he took Gu Ye with him: "Ye'er will go with me."
Gu Ye glanced at the back of the master's celestial figure, knowing that this time a reprimand was inevitable. At the beginning, the master entrusted the two brothers to take care of the suzerain's affairs. He didn't like those trivial matters, and it was basically Gu Shu who was doing the work.
After the two left, Gu Shu placed Wen Ai in a small courtyard. Seeing that he was unhappy, he asked softly, "Still caring about Lingen?"
Wen Ai nodded halfway and shook again: "No, I just feel that I was laughed at by Brother Gu and Second Senior Brother because of this..."
Gu Shuming understood, and said with a smile: "After washing your spiritual roots, maybe your aptitude will surpass me and him, and you can just laugh back at that time."
Wen Ai's eyes lit up: "Will you support me?"
Gu Shu couldn't help touching his face: "Brother will always be by your side."
The grievance that Wen Ai was holding in his heart suddenly blew up, and he felt happy all over, why bother to be angry at an irrelevant person? As soon as he was in a good mood, his stomach became alive, and Gu Shu gurgled several times. Gu Shu took out the bigu pill to feed him, but he refused to eat it.
"Eight Treasure Duck Beggar Chicken Squirrel Fish Meal Steamed Meat Longjing Shrimp Braised Lion Head." Wen Ai spoke very quickly and reported the names of a bunch of dishes, then added after a pause, "Add wolfberry and pork liver soup."
Gu Shu was still holding the Bigu Pill, and was a little dazed by his slapping on the face: "Huh?"
"I want to eat." Wen Ai hugged Gu Shu's arm coquettishly, "Brother make it for me."
The co-author wanted him to cook, Gu Shu finally understood, and looked at Wen Ai with a half-smile: "How do you know I can cook these dishes?"
Wen Ai couldn't confide the truth, and after deliberating for a while, he held back his words: "You look virtuous."
Gu Shu: "..."
Gu Shu went to prepare meals, Wen Ai ran to the stone table in the yard and waited. After waiting for half an hour, Gu Shu finally brought a bowl of steaming porridge. The rice was so soft that it was sprinkled with chopped green onion .
Wen Ai looked behind him: "It's gone?"
"It's gone." Gu Shu sat next to him with a bowl, "You've been hungry all day, and your stomach is weak, so avoid greasy and spicy food, it's better to eat something light."
Wen Ai pouted, coming to control his diet again.
"Be careful." Seeing the chubby little dumpling crawling up his legs, Gu Shu quickly put down the bowl and reached out to help him, fearing that he would fall, "What are you going to do?"
Wen Ai got his wish and sat on Gu Shu's lap, begging: "I don't want to drink porridge."
Gu Shu sternly refused: "No."
"Chirp." Wen Ai raised his head and kissed Gu Shu's chin, then stared at him without speaking, with big round eyes with slightly drooping corners, innocent as hell.
Gu Shu's face was as if nothing had happened, but his ears were flushed, and he was struggling in his heart.
During the stalemate, a figure flashed into the courtyard, bringing with it a gust of wind, full of the smell of meat.
Wen Ai blurted out: "Drumstick!"
"Puppy has a really good nose." Gu Ye took out the oiled paper bag hidden behind his back, uncovered a corner, squeezed out half of the chicken leg, and shook it in front of Wen Ai maliciously, "Does it smell good?"
"fragrant!"
The chicken legs just out of the pan are still steaming, and the glistening oil runs across the surface and gathers at the bottom, forming half an oil droplet that cannot be dropped. Just looking at it, Wen Ai's empty stomach screamed with excitement.
Gu Ye laughed even worse when he heard it: "Do you want to eat?"
Wen Ai swallowed straight, and was afraid that he would play tricks, so she clasped her little hands and asked cautiously: "Will you give it to me?"
"Here." Gu Ye showed a generous gesture, casually turned the chicken leg, glanced at Wen Ai out of the corner of his eye, and coaxed, "I'll give it to you, brother."
I knew you were not that kind!
Wen Ai wouldn't bend down for a mere chicken leg, picked up the porridge on the stone table, stuffed the bowl and spoon into Gu Shu's hands, and said with a small mouth: "Ah—"
Gu Shu scooped up a spoonful and fed it, and said to Gu Ye with a suppressed smile, "Thanks to you, Xiao'er just made a fuss and refused to eat."
Gu Ye looked at Wen Ai with a small mouth in Gu Shu's arms with a blank face, bit off a big mouthful of chicken thigh, swallowed it without chewing, turned and left.
The next day, Master Changzhao took Wen Ai to the Medicine Pavilion, and the suzerain came to the door in person. Of course, Elder Fu Dong wanted to save face, so he readily agreed to cleanse Wen Ai's essence. After talking about the business, the two began to discuss the Tao and exchange their recent insights. Wen Ai couldn't understand such a profound thing, so he greeted the master and ran outside the hall to play.
The news that the suzerain has accepted a new apprentice has already spread inside and outside the sect like wings. Today, as soon as the real Changzhao came, the disciples from all over the medicine pavilion surrounded the Qingdan hall with their back feet. Rubbing around outside, wanting to see what their little uncle looks like, when Wen Ai came out, everyone's wish came true.
At this time, Wen Ai had already taken off the bloated and worn-out padded jacket from yesterday, and put on a delicate and slim Taoist robe. Her black hair was tied high on the top of her head with a jade crown, her neck and shoulders were exposed, and she looked full of vigor. Not to mention that his dewy face is already attractive, with the blink of Qing Lingling's eyes and the twitch of his rosy lips, he is really a little fairy envoy descending to the mortal world.
All the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion sighed, they would have gone to the Sword Pavilion if they knew it earlier!
Wen Ai has long been used to being watched by crowds, and smiled at them friendly. The Medicine Pavilion majors in alchemy. For convenience, Ling Zhi, who is used as medicine, planted Banmian Mountain and transplanted some unique plants into the flower bed. The face project was done well. Wen Ai was attracted by it, and squatted in front of the flower bed , teasing the flowers and plants leisurely.
A gust of wind blew and his nose suddenly itched, causing him to sneeze twice in a row. He stretched out his hand to rub it, and when he rubbed it, a bunch of purple and crumpled things came out.
Wen Ai was very happy, this thing smelled like a mango, it might be a mutant variety, he stood up and looked around, looking for purple flowers, but he couldn't find it after looking around for a few times, he held up the petals and looked around in a daze The small appearance is extremely cute, and the hearts of the Yaoge disciples who pretended to be sweeping the floor but were actually peeping were poked so softly.
"Little Martial Uncle." A female disciple threw away the broom and stepped forward to talk, "Are you looking for Di Weihua?"
Seeing several purple petals on her dress, Wen Ai pointed at her, raised her head and smiled sweetly at her: "Is this the Diwei flower? Does my sister know where it is?"
The female disciple covered her trembling heart, nodded her head pretending to be calm, and led Wen Ai to the medicine field under the envious eyes of a group of brothers and sisters in the medicine pavilion.
This female disciple's name is Linghui, and she usually likes to tend flowers and plants, but she prefers to be a gardener rather than alchemy.
Wen Ai gained a lot of knowledge in the medicinal field full of various flowers and plants, developed a strong interest, and established a revolutionary relationship with Linghui. It was not until the real Changzhao came to find him and took him back, that the two bid farewell.
Back at Jiange, Changzhao Daoist summoned Gu Shu and Gu Ye to him, saying that he was going on a long trip to find the necessary spiritual materials for Wen Ai to cleanse his spiritual roots.
"Master." Gu Shu dissuaded, "You have just broken through Mahayana, if you don't retreat in time, you will have endless troubles."
In front of the master, Gu Ye's cynical temperament restrained a little: "Let the disciples do the job of finding the medicine."
"Big words!" Daoist Changzhao flicked his robe sleeves, "This kind of spiritual material was born on the island at the border of the Seventy-two Seas, separated from the Demon Palace by a line, and there are dangers everywhere. With your cultivation, you will only die if you go there."
Wen Ai, who was still sitting on the side eating mung bean cake, heard that he was going to the lair of the demon cultivator to do something. Two fists are hard to beat, and no matter how high the level is, they can't stop the little monsters who are going forward. There is a life to go, but there is no life to return.
"Master..." Wen Ai tugged on Changzhao's sleeves, hesitatingly said, "Why don't you forget it, Wulinggen is just a slower cultivation, so don't take the risk."
"Since I have accepted you as an apprentice, I will naturally do this for you." Daoist Changzhao helped him wipe off the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly threw his hands behind his back, and said in a loud voice with full of air, "And since you recognize me This master, don't say such despondent words, relying on your master's ability, you will come and go freely! You can't get into the eyes of this Dao if you work as a devil in the palace!"
The old man straightened his back, and a domineering air rushed towards his face. Wen Ai was stunned for a moment, and when he recovered, only he and two senior brothers with complex expressions were left in the empty hall.
He couldn't be sure what kind of spiritual root he would become in the future, so he couldn't choose the cultivation method. Therefore, before the real Changzhao came back, Wen Ai had nothing to do, so he got some spiritual flowers and grasses and planted them in the yard Seeing that he likes to play with Linghui, Gu Shu thoughtfully opened up a medicine garden for him, and specially collected a lot of rare medicines for him, many of which were beyond the reach of others. Some of the exotic flowers and talents that came here, some of whom even the knowledgeable Linghui couldn't name, just stared at the pile of priceless seeds and said, "Little Master Uncle, Master Gu is really kind to you."
Wen Ai felt sweet in his heart, who else could he be nice to if he wasn't nice to me
"Yo yo yo, it's so beautiful." The system may have lost the qualifying match, and it was depressed and urgently needed to vent, so it choked, "Don't think you're really safe and secure, there's still a long way to go."
Wen Ai: "How to say?"
The system can't explain why: "I just have a bad feeling, we don't know the plot, and the hero has a twin brother... It's like a time bomb, and it feels like a moth is about to explode. Anyway, stay away from Gu Ye Bar."
The medicine garden was built on the mountainside, not far from Wen Ai's residence. At that time, Gu Shu picked a good place, and he chopped it out with a single sword. The sword wind he brought out also dug a well on the ground. But Wen Ai has little strength and can't fetch water by himself, so Gu Shu got a pot-bellied shallow tank, and when he usually came to visit Wen Ai, he helped him fill it with water.
On this day, Wen Ai squatted in the field as usual, dug out a shallow hole with his hands, planted a few seeds, covered the soil loosely, picked up the water ladle and was about to water it, but he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Holding his arm, he yelled out in fright, and poured a ladle of water all over himself.
Gu Ye's beating voice sounded from behind, and it sounded quite pleasant: "Are you as courageous as the tip of a needle?"
Wen Ai turned around in a "swish" and stared at him angrily, with anger burning three feet behind his back, but at this moment, no matter how his wet little face made an expression, it couldn't show the slightest deterrent force, instead he looked like a provocative Poor little boy.
Gu Ye wanted to continue teasing him, but seeing this, he couldn't bear it anymore, and coaxed in a good voice: "It's okay, it's okay, senior brother will dry it for you." Then he made a trick, dried Wen Ai's clothes, Seeing that Xiao BuDian was still staring at him like an enemy, he said wrongly: "Little Tangyuan, are you being reasonable? I didn't splash you, you scooped the water, and you took the scoop. Never touched."
"You deliberately frightened me, and suddenly appeared to grab my hand..." Wen Ai became aggrieved as he spoke, and threw the ladle with water droplets on it at Gu Ye, "You bully people."
Gu Ye saw that Xiao Tangyuan was about to cry in the next second, so she immediately squatted down, wanted to hug but didn't dare to hug, took back her hand, and hurriedly apologized: "Okay, okay, my fault, I made a mess..."
Wen Ai lowered her head and didn't listen at all, she was still aggrieved by herself: "You bully... I want to tell my brother."
Gu Ye's breath was stagnant, and he raised his eyebrows unkindly: "What are you looking for him for, you only recognize Gu Shu as a senior brother?"
Wen Ai glanced at him, pouted and didn't speak.
After a stalemate for a long while, Gu Ye was the first to lose. He suppressed the unwillingness and depression in his heart, and bowed his head first to show weakness: "Brother, can you apologize to you? You are not old, and if you are so angry, you will really succeed." It's a group."
Wen Ai snorted, with a soft ending.
Gu Ye knew that this was coaxing, so he twitched the corner of his mouth, and put on a foolish smile: "Actually, I just wanted to help you." He inserted two fingers into the soil, and a black seed came out. "Huangjiu can't water after planting, and wait until the seedlings emerge to irrigate, so I stopped you."
Wen Ai looked at the seeds between his fingers suspiciously: "Then what if they dry up before they emerge?"
"No." Gu Ye answered patiently, "The five elements of the yellow dove are fire, and twenty drops of water are enough for it to germinate."
The two dug the soil with their hands, and picked out all the seeds that Wen Ai had watered and rotted before. Seeing the small pile of swollen, gray and dead seeds in the cradle, Wen Ai's heart ached.
Gu Ye cast a spell to draw away the excess water in the medicine field, and helped to point the remaining yellow doves into the soil, sweating so hard.
"You're done." Gu Ye stood up, stretched, and straightened his clothes, "I'm leaving."
Wen Ai waved at him: "Goodbye."
Gu Ye didn't leave, but took two steps closer, squinted his eyes and asked, "I've been a coolie for you for so long, so you have nothing to say?"
Wen Ai blinked and blinked: "What does it mean?"
Gu Ye wanted Xiao Tangyuan to kiss him, but considering their current relationship, this was simply a fantasy, so he took a break and changed his words: "You haven't called me senior brother yet."
This request was not too much, just as Wen Ai was about to speak, Gu Shu's bright eyebrows suddenly flashed in his mind, his tongue paused, and his opened mouth closed again.
"Why go?" Seeing Wen Ai suddenly pick up the small bucket and turn away, Gu Ye couldn't help shouting, "You haven't screamed yet!"
"goodbye!"
Wen Ai watered the Diwei flowers in another field, and when he came back, the place was already empty. He was afraid that Gu Ye would chase him over, but now it seems that he is probably angry...
Wen Ai is still a mortal, and he doesn't like Bigu Pills, so no matter how busy Gu Shu is, he will find time to come and cook for him. Seeing the sunset, Gu Shu must be waiting for him with ready meals, Wen Ai hummed a song to tidy up, put the empty bucket and water ladle by the water tank, walked two steps and turned back——
The water tank that was about to bottom out did not know when it was filled with water.