Due to a certain grass spirit's awareness of current affairs, Zhang Daochang finally spent the money at the shopkeeper with a special discount for two people living in one room, and then went upstairs with the grass on his chest.
The room they were assigned was on the second floor, and after walking through the wooden staircase, Zhang Hansheng arrived at the guest room.
Xiao Er, who led the way, greeted him with a smile, and left first after instructing many things.
"The little one will bring the guest officer's food later, please wait a little while for the guest."
Zhang Hansheng nodded, then took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed to practice. He closed his eyes, looked relaxed, breathed evenly, and even the arc of his chest was not large.
The room fell into silence for a while. He didn't speak like this, and Shen Fengyue didn't dare to move. With stiff roots, he didn't dare to move.
Picking up like this, drowsiness struck, and the little red flower moved slightly.
The cultivator has a keen sense of body, and Zhang Hansheng knows every move of the grass essence. He senses that the other party is very sleepy, and even the two leaves are drooping down. to the minimum.
The corners of his lips twitched slightly and he entered into meditation.
One person and one grass is a rare harmony in the atmosphere. The sun shines in through the half-opened window lattice, and a golden light gently sprinkles on the green plant.
But this peace and harmony did not last long, and was broken by the second shopkeeper. The shop assistant went in with the food, put them on the dining table and said that he would come to pick them up later, and then hurried out again, looking like he was in a hurry.
Zhang Hansheng noticed the moment he entered the door that the noise made by the second shopkeeper was too loud, for fear that he would wake up the grass spirit. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but subconsciously looked at the grass that was obediently clinging to his chest.
Sure enough, the leaves of the grass moved, the roots stretched, and finally there was a small red flower, the petals blooming and closing. I saw the flower burst into bloom, and a voice came out of it: "Well... Daoist Master!" The cry behind was very loud, and it seemed that he was fully awake.
Zhang Hansheng helped his forehead, bad, Xiaocao woke up, and his ears were uneasy again.
He hummed, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and sat down at the table to eat.
The little grass spirit on his chest crawled up and down his chest with dancing roots, occasionally sticking out a leaf, pointing to the food in front of him.
"Dao Chang Dao Chang!"
"Zhang Daochang, Zhang Daochang, is this meal delicious?" Shen Fengyue is no longer human, and I don't know if herbs can be eaten by mortals, so I have to take a look and smell it. He couldn't help swallowing as he said that, really wanting, really wanting to eat QAQ.
Zhang Hansheng eats very elegantly, even if the bowls and chopsticks touch each other, there will be no sound. He divides each bite of rice into even sizes, and feeds it into his mouth one bite at a time, with one or two dishes in between.
"Zhang Daochang, Zhang Daochang, haven't you cultivators already stopped eating, why are you still eating? Will eating be bad for your health?" Watching others eat as if he was eating, Shen Fengyue gave full play to his optimism Spirit, crawling around Zhang Hansheng's chest is dishonest.
"Master Zhang."
"Master Dao, you should say a word or two to me."
Shen Fengyue is not right to people, and she will have different ways of coping with different people. For example, with high-cold ice cubes like Zhang Hansheng, he likes to tease him and tease him, chatting like a magpie.
The china bowl was suddenly put down by the owner, and it clasped on the table with a sound of neither light nor heavy. She was so frightened that Shen Fengyue hurriedly silenced, and then she cautiously and tentatively asked, "Daoist?"
"Don't eat or sleep." Zhang Hansheng said solemnly.
"Oh." Seeing the other party's slightly wrinkled brows, Shen Fengyueguan knew how to look at people's faces, and immediately stopped being a demon, instantly became honest, and stood motionless in front of him.
He thought that Zhang Hansheng was annoyed at him, but in the next second, a slender white finger dipped some oil and water on the edge of the dinner plate, and then tapped on his green leaves.
The aroma of the food instantly spread to the whole body through the leaves, and Shen Fengyue was stunned.
"Dao, Dao Master?"
Zhang Hansheng picked up the bowl again and said lightly, "Now I know how it tastes."
As soon as he explained, Shen Fengyue knew what he was doing just now. He was actually answering the question he asked earlier with his actions. He waved the leaves, and the taste was really good.
After successfully teaching people to speak, Xiaocaojing became even more lawless, and Zhang Hansheng was verbally harassed by the other party before he took a few bites.
"Master Daoist, what's your name?"
This time, it was his first and last name.
Zhang Hansheng didn't want to pay attention to him, so he ate his own meal. But he ignored him, and the other party jumped higher instead, calling out to Master Dao Master in a row.
Like a little bee, Zhang Hansheng was impatient, disliked him for being noisy, reached out and grabbed the little grass spirit that was crawling around in front of his chest, and he was about to put it aside.
Unexpectedly, just after he caught it, he heard Xiaocaojing suddenly jumping: "Yeah! Where are you catching?!" At the same time, the leaves were red and hot, and there were faint signs of burning.
The hot temperature on his body reminded Zhang Hansheng, he thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered the folklore that some parts of the prototype of the plant elves cannot be grabbed randomly, such as the position he grabbed at the moment...
He looked at the place he grabbed, still stunned, and didn't react. The grass spirit struggled in his palm and kicked him with slender roots, but it didn't help.
Shen Fengyue's key was caught by the teacher, blushing so red that he was about to explode, and he kicked Zhang Hansheng with his root legs.
Why don't you go back to humanoid resistance? Shen Fengyue was about to cry, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to change back into a human form.
"Ah, stinky bastard, let go!!!!—"
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!-"
The grass spirit in his hand struggled more and more fiercely. Zhang Hansheng, who had a very long reflex arc on this matter, finally realized what he was doing, and put down the grass spirit like a hot hand. Then he turned his face away as if there were no silver 300 taels here, his cheeks were flushed, and he apologized to Shen Fengyue half embarrassed and half stuck.
Shen Fengyue was put down, the force exerted on his body suddenly disappeared, he lay on the table with a broken face, feeling that his soul was about to soar.
The grass is so delicate, it looks so pitiful.
Zhang Hansheng has been peeking at him secretly. Seeing him like this at the moment, he couldn't help but turn his face around, then stretched out a finger and lightly poked it on one of his leaves.
"Little grass essence?"
Shen Fengyue was poked into the hair by him, a root slammed into his finger, and the little red flower turned around, facing him, so angry that even the petals trembled.
"You still poke me! Don't touch me!"
The thin roots hit the fingers, and there was no pain at all, but Zhang Hansheng obediently retracted his dishonest fingers and said embarrassingly: "I'm sorry."
Shen Fengyue hummed heavily, the flower turned back, and lay on the table again to shut herself up.
After such an experience, Zhang Hansheng didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so he had to pick up the bowl and continue to eat. By the way, he even took the stool a few steps away from him while Xiaocaojing was not paying attention.
Shen Fengyue was still eloquent. After waiting for a long time, she found that there was no movement behind her, and then turned to half of the flowers to peek.
Oh, this look makes me angry. Went to dinner with others!
"You don't care about me? You don't know how to coax me when I'm angry?" he said angrily.
Zhang Hansheng heard the words, and after chewing and swallowing the rice ball in his mouth, he fixedly looked at Shen Fengyue and said, "I'm sorry."
"… "
Okay, Shen Fengyue can't do anything about this stupid piece of wood.
He thought about it for a long time, suddenly remembered something, and changed the topic: "You have insulted me. It's useless to apologize. You have to come up with something practical to make up for me."
"What do you want?" Zhang Daochang didn't lift his eyelids.
Shen Fengyue said, "You have to tell me your name."
He had already thought about it, no matter what the other party said, he would humiliate the other party severely, saying that his name was ugly, and then add some interpretations on his own.
"Zhang Hansheng."
Hmm, this name is so difficult... um, it's weird.
Zhang Hansheng just finished his meal after answering his question. He wouldn't eat for so long on weekdays, but with Shen Fengyue's participation and interruption, it took him so long to eat this meal.
"… "
After eating, he put the tableware and plates aside. Then she heard Shen Fengyue complaining on the side: "Why don't you ask my name?"
Zhang Hansheng knew that if he didn't follow him, the little guy would keep lingering, so he followed his words and asked, "What's your name?"
Shen Fengyue sold off: "My surname is Shen, my first name..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was cut off. Zhang Hansheng blurted out subconsciously, so that he didn't even react: "Shen Cao Cao?"
Shen Fengyue: "..."
After speaking, Zhang Hansheng realized what he had just said. Then suddenly the whole person couldn't laugh, and the originally cold face was suddenly filled with joy, and the corners of his eyes were all over his brows.
He laughed out loud, but his usual cool and unwavering voice was now turbulent, like when a glacier burst, the water below it flowed again.
"..." Shen Fengyue was speechless, this is the legendary joke, right? He really didn't feel the laughter of the three words "Shen Cao Cao".
Zhang Hansheng laughed for a while, and then said sorry to him again after laughing.
Shen Fengyue was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him, she turned around, but it also allowed the straight man of steel, innocent person, Daoist Zhang to get a temporary clean.
After a while, the shop assistant came up to collect the tableware.
Shen Fengyue is still shivering unilaterally with Zhang Hansheng, but the latter doesn't know anything about it.
The sky gradually dimmed, the night came, the moon rose directly above, and the bright brilliance illuminated the earth. There was an area over the window sill that was shrouded in moonlight, and Shen Fengyue called Zhang Hansheng: "Zhang Daochang, can I trouble you to move me under the window sill, I want to bask in the moon."
Zhang Hansheng followed the sound and walked in front of it, but he was in trouble for a while. This... Where should I catch it? He didn't dare to attack rashly, for fear that he would catch something that shouldn't be caught again, causing embarrassment for both sides.
His hesitation reminded Shen Fengyue of a bad skill, and he lifted up a few roots like charity: "I allow you to grab my roots."
The roots are the feet, I allow you to grab my jiojio.
Zhang Hansheng snorted, and then gently grabbed a few roots of Shen Fengyue, during which he was warned by the grass spirit: "Take it easy, don't cut it off for me, or I won't let it go even if I'm lame. yours."
He grabbed the roots and put Shen Fengyue under the window sill. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not right. He bent over and took out a small square handkerchief from the bag and put it under Shen Fengyue, fearing that he would catch a cold. After doing this, he went to the bed to practice cross-legged.
Under the windowsill, a green plant is stretching out to meet the essence of the moon. It glowed with a hazy green glow, intertwined with the blue and white of the moon, and occasionally bright spots of light danced on it.
Yuehua is a great supplement for spirits and monsters. After being illuminated by Yuehua, even the green leaves and safflower are excited.
But Shen Fengyue was desperate, because after the first practice, he found out that he was actually an auxiliary therapy department!
Looking at the system again, I became even more desperate. What should I do with the two nurses in this strange world.
The system seemed to have sensed his thoughts, and slapped the table: "Why, you look down on us as an auxiliary nurse? With a flick of the chest, milk is everywhere, and I treat you very well, you are a giant nurse now, and you have a lot of milk. alright?!"
Shen Fengyue: "..." Yes, the milk is rich, and just adding blood to oneself can kill the other party.
He sighed, alas, it's not easy to be a nurse.