Fengyao wanted to ask who did it, but Huangmei Broad Bean didn't take the credit, saying that it was all the hard work of Morning Glory alone. Qianhua was grateful, and obediently kowtowed to Fengyao and offered tea, and that was it. It can be regarded as a formal apprenticeship.
"Master, are you still angry with me?"
"Well...a little bit!"
"Then how can master calm down and start teaching children to practice?"
"Master, I'm thirsty. Go and pick some fruit for me to quench my thirst."
"yes!"
"Remember, it's the sweetest fruit on the Baihua tree!" Fengyao agreed without hesitation when he saw Qianhua. He tilted his head and pretended to be a hypocritical little daughter, and shamelessly put forward a higher condition, "The sweetest fruit." The fruit usually grows on the top of the tree, and the sun can reach it entirely no matter which angle it shines on.”
Qianhua answered the call and went, it was just picking a fruit, what's the difficulty
But when I ran under the flower tree and looked up, I realized that this old tree was really too tall, almost towering into the sky!
Because she wanted to see the top of the tree, she raised her head too high, and a Qingluan flew by. It happened to drop a piece of cake and hit it right on the tip of Qianhua's nose. She was so angry that she jumped up and cursed the Qingluan's eighteen generations of ancestors. , while climbing up menacingly.
The Qingluan's nest was set up among the branches of the tree. Seeing Qianhua climbing up, he thought she was coming to seek revenge for that lump of cake, so he immediately turned back, picked up the nest containing his wife and children, and flew away shivering. Baihuashu fled for his life.
Qianhua ignored it, wiped her sweat, and continued to climb up until she reached the top of the tree. Her legs were already trembling with fatigue. Looking around, she could not see the demon clan under the flower tree at all, only the sea of clouds. Become one with heaven and earth, rolling like waves.
Thinking of the past heaven, I can't help but feel sad for spring and autumn. After a moment of sadness, I concentrated on looking for the sweetest fruit.
After all, the Baihua tree is not a ginkgo tree and does not have many fruits. It is not easy to find a fruit among the flourishing flowers that is not blocked by the flowers and leaves. Qianhua finally found one, but when he saw it, it was naked and covered with sunlight. , subconsciously raised his head to look at the sun in the sky, wondering if it would affect the illumination of the fruit if it shifted, but when he looked directly at the brilliance of the sun, his eyes were burned by the glare, and his eyes suddenly turned pale, and he slipped from the top of the tree. down.
Thinking that she would be unable to get out of bed for ten and a half days due to this fall, Qianhua was not unwilling to admit that she was unlucky, but she was really ashamed of her eyes. After all, they were a pair of elf eyes, not to mention that she had been living with the Sun God for five hundred years. The left and right are more powerful than the human eye. Looking directly at the sun will never hurt you so badly even if it is dazzling. Come to think of it...
Thinking of this, it was almost time to fall to the ground, but Qianhua unexpectedly: What greeted her was not a cold stone slab, but a solid embrace.
But even though Fengyao caught Qianhua and prevented her from being broken, in the next moment, he still threw her to the ground and angrily shouted: "How serious your eye injury is, I'm afraid it's only you." You know best! But you refuse to tell the truth, refuse to show weakness, and still practice magic at all costs. You are so eager for speed. Could it be that you are rushing to avenge your parents after they died? Do you have to wait until you are blind? You will regret it later!"
Qianhua threw herself on the ground without saying a word. After accepting Fengyao's scolding, she felt angrily and inexplicably angry: As early as that year, when Fengxuan had only three to five years left to defeat him, Qianhua had already realized that he As a nocturnal hedgehog, his eyesight that should have been strong in the dark was no longer as good as that of a mortal. After that, his eyesight also worsened day by day as expected, until Nan Liyue was killed, and Qianhua shed tears of blood in an instant, destroying his soul. At that time, both eyes were actually blind, and the rest of his life was nourished by Fengyao for a whole year. He should have recovered some eyesight, but when he fell asleep, he still shed tears every now and then, and the tears he shed were all blood. Therefore, although I can see when I open my eyes, it is still blurry and unclear.
Although he is not clear, he pretends to be clear. He just wants to learn the best magic skills as soon as possible. Only when he becomes stronger can he avenge Ah Li!
Fengyao saw her shedding blood and tears for a year and knew that when she opened her eyes, her eyes would not be as good as before. However, she refused to say that she only wanted to practice magic as soon as possible. It was really presumptuous for her to not cherish herself so much. His disciple, Feng Yao, used this excuse to force her to pick the highest fruit under the guise of being thirsty, letting her know that her eyes could be hurt even by sunlight!
Seeing Qianhua's misery, Huangmei Gandou and the others felt pity for her and helped her up one after another. Qianhua stumbled and stood upright, her eyes burned by the sun slowly dissipated and everything was pale, and she was able to see blurry shadows again. , and then faced the sullen Feng Yao with a fearless expression, his tone was not serious, but his words were firm: "I want revenge, but I was born without a father or mother. I am eager for success, just for one person."
"Is he a man?" Fengyao didn't hesitate and asked directly. Moreover, he was really a moody lunatic. He seemed to have heard the gossip of ancient love. Baba came closer and helped Qianhua to sit on the grass, then he happily said He asked, "Come and listen to me, I love to hear the lingering and pathos of romance!"
"Fenghuaxueyue can barely be said to be so, but lingering sadness can't really be called..."
"I don't want to listen to anything that's not sentimental enough!"
Qianhua was hesitating about how to refuse or make up a random story to fool her. Because the Huan Lansha was hiding behind the flower tree and eavesdropping with malicious intent, Qianhua really didn't want to reveal her identity.
Fortunately, Fengyao was a childish prince. As soon as he heard that it was not sentimental enough, he simply stopped listening. He pulled Qianhua up and said that he would take her to get her eyes cured first.
At that time, after Qianhua took some rest, the blurry shadow she looked out became clearer and clearer, barely comparable to the human eye. However, there was no guarantee that she would be so lucky next time. If she didn't want to become blind, she could only follow the master. Qianhua was just worried: "Will it take a long time to treat the eyes?"
"It's more powerful than what you want to cultivate, and it won't take long compared to at least half of my demon skills."
"Then how many years of practice do I need to practice before I can catch up to half of your demonic skills?"
"Five hundred years!" Fengyao blurted out without thinking, but the little paw in her hand suddenly became stronger. She looked back and saw that her master was frozen in place and refused to leave.
"Can you hurry up?" Qianhua knew that it was not easy to acquire half of Fengyao's true biography in five hundred years. It must be that Fengyao was willing to teach her without reservation, but Qianhua still felt that it was too long, too long to know. Can you bring the head of the person who killed Nan Liyue to see him one last time before his body disappears? (To be continued)