On the second day after soaking in the medicinal soup, Xiaodong felt like a pinch of medicinal residues that had survived the fire and were thrown away, limp and dry, with a sour medicinal smell exuding from the strands of her hair.
When he got up early in the morning and went to the field, Xiaodong's legs were so weak that he almost fell over and gnawed on the mud. When it was time for breakfast, he felt that his teeth had been softened by soaking, and he couldn't even bite into a piece of steamed cake.
Xiaodong silently glanced at the steamed pancake that had been bitten out with teeth marks.
Is today's cake too hard
Obviously the cake is still the same as usual, and the problem lies with himself.
If you put down the cake now and only drink porridge... what about the tooth marks around it? How can others eat it after biting it
Xiaodong is planning to hide this piece of cake - as for what to do after hiding, he hasn't thought about it yet. It's easy to destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces, but it's too wasteful. After living a wandering life with no fixed place, Xiaodong doesn't want to waste food at all. Save it for another meal? Where should the cake be hidden
When he was in trouble, Mo Chen reached out and took the cake from his hand, and put a bowl of porridge in front of him: "Eat this, it's easy to digest."
Seeing that the elder brother didn't mind and ate the cake by himself, Xiaodong scratched his head, picked up the bowl and obediently drank the porridge.
He thought his behavior was so secretive, but in fact, everyone at the table could see his troubled and troubled appearance.
If it wasn't for the master brother's action, Jiang Fan would have snatched the pie and wiped it out himself. Isn't it just a cake? As for the frowning one? The junior brother is soaking in a medicinal bath, everyone knows that. Even if you don't know it, you will know it when you smell his body. Although medicinal baths are beneficial, there are many sufferings in the process. The taste... whoever soaks it will know.
Jiang Fanxili finished the porridge in his bowl in Hulu, and said casually, "There hasn't been a single rain this spring. I heard from people on the mountain that the harvest may be poor this year."
Mo Chen asked: "Is the drought severe?"
"It's okay to return to the bottom of the mountain. After all, there are two rivers to rely on. Even if it doesn't rain, you can still get by. I heard that the place a little further away will not work. The land is so dry that it is cracked." Jiang Fan shook his head: "This year's weather Something abnormal."
Speaking of this, Ning Yu also felt touched: "Indeed, the weather has been a bit unusual since last year. There are also noble people who made a special trip to Tianji Mountain to ask Master to calculate the weather. On the way back and forth to Liushan, I passed many places and saw many fields. It's all thrown away."
Speaking of this, Xiaodong couldn't get in the way. His state today even affected his practice, and he went back to his room to meditate after eating.
I don’t know if it’s because the bathing process last night was too tragic, and I didn’t sleep well at night, Xiaodong became lazy after a while, the sun was so bright outside that people couldn’t open their eyes, so they didn’t sleep well in this weather I always feel that I have let down this spring.
Xiaodong plunged into dreamland.
After a few months, Xiaodong got into his unique dream again.
He felt that he was standing on a high place, looking at the quiet and serene Huiliu Mountain under the sun.
The front mountain of Huiliu Mountain is in the shape of a "person". Although there has not been a single rain since the beginning of spring, the mountain is still lush and green. The mountain flowers are in full bloom, each piece is like clouds and fog, and the wind blowing is warm and has the smell of flowers. Several outer disciples were patrolling the back mountain, their blue and white Taoist robes appearing and disappearing under the shade of green trees. Their steps were light and quick, and their movements were agile, like blue and white birds flitting among the mountains and forests.
Xiaodong feels ashamed of himself. In terms of real skills, he is probably one of the best on Huiliu Mountain, but he is counting backwards. Some of these outer disciples are much more talented than him, and they are extraordinarily diligent, hardworking and never lazy, which makes Xiaodong, who can sit until he falls asleep even after meditating, feel very embarrassed.
I feel so sorry for my master and senior brother for being so lazy.
The elder brother often comforts him and tells him not to worry. But Xiaodong didn't know when he would be able to get the hang of it.
Maybe he really isn't this material, and he won't have any great prospects in this life.
Ning Yu was standing on the stone tower with a black compass in his hand, frowning and making gestures towards the distant mountains. Xiaodong approached curiously, he always felt that Senior Brother Ning from Tianji Mountain was a bit of a charlatan, and he always had doubts about his words.
Xiaodong didn't recognize any of the crooked seal characters carved on the compass. The inner disc rotates slowly, and the pointer in the middle is also rotating.
With a click, the inner disk and the pointer stopped at the same time, Ning Yu suddenly raised his head and looked in Xiaodong's direction.
Knowing that she was only in a dream, Xiaodong was still taken aback by his actions. Although Ning Yu had a sickly face and was as pale as paper, his eyes were lightning, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he looked extremely powerful.
He is in a dream, and the people in the dream will not see him.
Although he knew it in his heart, Xiaodong still didn't dare to approach Ning Yu again.
Zhai Wenhui hurriedly walked under the stone pagoda, judging from his whereabouts, he should be going to the back mountain. Xiaodong's heart skipped a beat, and he followed him curiously.
Senior Sister Linglong is in seclusion, even if Senior Brother Zhai passes by, he won't be able to meet her.
So what is he going to do
Zhai Wenhui walked very fast, turned over the hillside, and didn't stop until he was outside the stone gate of the retreat.
Senior Sister Linglong's retreat is not over yet, this door cannot be opened from the outside. With such a door, even if you yell out your throat outside, the people inside the door will not be able to hear you.
Senior Brother Zhai stood there without speaking for a long time, just staring at Shimen in a daze. Xiaodong is still young and doesn't understand those things about lingering love, but seeing Brother Zhai standing there alone and motionless, he feels a little bit uncomfortable for him.
After standing there for a while, Senior Brother Di turned around and left. However, compared with when he came, Xiaodong always felt that his steps were not so brisk when he left, as if he was hesitant.
He came here on purpose so that he could neither see his senior sister nor speak to her, and even his senior sister would not know that he had been here.
Then he came here, what is this plot
Xiaodong was a little puzzled.
Now that Senior Brother Zhai had already gone back, Xiaodong followed suit. In the dream, he had neither substance nor weight, he was as light as a gust of wind, not to mention how comfortable he was.
The sun was slanting to the west, and it was almost dusk, Senior Brother Zhai quickened his pace, leaped up, and jumped down from the top of the slope, his sleeves fluttered like the wings of a bird.
Xiaodong also jumped down from the rock, but it's a pity that he didn't have the ability to lift weights lightly, the sky was spinning before his eyes, and he plunged into the thorn bushes at the bottom of the hillside.
Frightened by this, Xiaodong retreated from the dream with sweat profusely.
He was panting heavily, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the elder brother standing by the couch.
"What's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?" (to be continued)