Jiang Li lay on the green futon and fell asleep. The petals gradually began to branch out, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed. It seemed that nothing was wrong.
Gu Yunchu finally relaxed and looked at Silk Ling and Hun Jiu who were standing by, and asked them to go back to their space to rest.
He stretched out his hand to pull Wangchuan up from the ground, and took a handkerchief to wipe Wangchuan's sword with gentleness like water.
Wangchuan was in Gu Yunchu's hands, and he endured it, and endured it, and finally couldn't help but said: "Gu Yunchu, you've had enough! Why are you so angry? Why do you keep rubbing me? I'm not stained with dirt, and there's no dirt on my body. No blood!"
Wangchuan suddenly made a sound, which made Gu Yunchu, who was concentrating on cleaning his sword, freeze up, and then he laughed: "Who has a seizure? I don't have a seizure. I don't care. I want to be good to you, so I will clean the sword for you. When I brought you back, I gave you a bath. You were all black at that time. Do you know how dirty the water was? Haha, are you still shy with a sword? "
Wangchuan decided that he couldn't bear it any longer. He initially thought that Gu Yunchu was worried that he was about to leave, so he twisted with force and the spinning Wangchuan broke away from Gu Yunchu's hand.
"Gu Yunchu, are you too busy? Why don't we have a fight?"
Without saying a word, Gu Yunchu put away his handkerchief, jumped up, and drew out a big black iron wood stick in his hand, hitting Wangchuan in the air. There was no hint of tenderness from before.
Wangchuan did not hide or dodge, he went straight towards him, the sticks and swords collided, and the missiles flew away immediately, and each man and one sword fought to the same place!
Gu Yunchu used brute force, sparing no effort with every blow, and Wangchuan was not polite, stabbing Gu Yunchu's vitals with his sword.
During the day and night when Jiang Li was in coma, Gu Yunchu and Jiang Li completely lost their sense of proportion.
I never thought that Jiang Li would be so fragile. The one who worried about this and loved others every day was so weak that the petals of the flower withered.
Jiang Li, who loved beauty the most, but who wanted to remain the most beautiful even if he only had a trace of demonic power, was lying quietly on the futon at this moment, with his arms and legs spread out and no image.
One person and one sword struck from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the river. The moment they entered the river, they all suddenly stopped. Wangchuan began to string fish with himself, and Gu Yunchu also started to hit the fish with a black iron stick.
Wangchuan skewered four fish, and the sword was full. Seeing Wangchuan, the famous fierce sword, skewering a bunch of fish, Gu Yunchu couldn't help laughing, and he only caught two fish before landing.
Wangchuan was too lazy to pay attention to her and flew to the shore. The sword became smaller and then larger. A string of fish fell to the ground instantly, and he flew to Jiang Li's side to guard him.
"Hey, Wangchuan, don't leave. Chat with me for a while." Gu Yunchu teased Wangchuan while taking out pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches.
After waiting for a long time, Wangchuan did not respond, so he ran to the futon again and said to Jiangli: "Jianli, I will make you fish soup and make you dumplings stuffed with fish meat. Well, I will wake up later." Eat!”
Gu Yunchu began to roll up his arms and sleeves, and began to take out a large earthenware pot to make fish soup.
Over there, the earthen pot was put on the fire to boil. Over here, Gu Yunchu started making bread and dumplings, and was very busy alone.
"Jianli, from now on, I will make more delicious soup for you to drink. You will get better soon. Well, if you like to drink, I will give you three cups a day. Drinking too much is not good." Gu Yunchu was making dumplings. , while talking to himself.
"Really? Gu Yunchu, have you noticed your conscience?" Jiang Li's voice came from his ears.
The dumplings in Gu Yunchu's hands fell to the chopping board. When he turned his head, he saw Jiang Li staring at him.
"Haha, Jiang Li, how are you? This futon is quite useful." Gu Yunchu didn't care about making dumplings anymore. He put Jiang Li on his back and flew into the sky to circle around.
"Ah ah ah, Gu Yunchu, you crazy woman, put me down quickly, my flower petals are all messed up! Wangchuan, please take care of Gu Yunchu! She has a convulsion!" Jiang Li screamed from Gu Yunchu's back.
Wangchuan, who was originally beside the futon, couldn't help but fly into the sky and follow Gu Yunchu in circles. Are you happy? Why don't you have some fun?
Gu Yunchu was even happier when he saw Wangchuan flying up too. His speed increased instead of falling, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, leaving, messy beauty is also beautiful! Let Wangchuan and I take you flying! Hahaha!"
Gu Yunchu never used the spiritual shield when flying, and Jiang Li's face was almost deformed by the wind.
"Gu Yunchu, Wangchuan, you two lunatics, let me go, I've just recovered from my serious illness!" Jiang Li yelled loudly on Gu Yunchu's back, but he didn't sound angry at all.
Gu Yunchu and Wangchuan brought Jiang Li to the ground with the wind blowing in the sky for a long time.
As soon as he landed, Gu Yunchu served the fish soup to Jiang Li and then started cooking dumplings. Jiang Li sat on the chair and swung his little feet to drink the soup, feeling satisfied.
The white and fat dumplings were served on the table, with two small bowls filled with garlic and vinegar dipping sauce. Gu Yunchu and Jiang Li each held a small bowl and happily ate the dumplings. They were steaming hot and fragrant.
"Well, Gu Yunchu, these fish and meat dumplings are also delicious." Jiang Li's mouth was full of oil, and he praised it as he ate.
"Haha, if it tastes good, you should eat more of it. My favorite is the one stuffed with enoki mushrooms and beef. The stuffed mutton and green onions are also delicious. I'll make them for you if I get the chance." Gu Yunchu said with a smile.
"Wangchuan, when are you going to change your form? It would be great to eat with us." Jiang Li couldn't help but feel sorry for Wangchuan. Wangchuan couldn't even eat such delicious soup and delicious dumplings.
"I won't eat these when I transform. I am a fierce sword and I am not interested in eating!" Wangchuan was not greedy at all, looking like he had no desires or demands.
"That's right. I've never heard of sword spirits eating, nor silk spirits."
After Jiang Li finished eating the dumplings, he scooped up another bowl of dumpling soup and squinted his eyes in comfort.
Gu Yunchu was extremely pleased to see Jiang Li return to his former energetic self.
Looking at Jiang Li who was sipping the soup, and then at Wangchuan floating in the light breeze, and then thinking about Silk Spirit and Hun Jiu in the house, Gu Yunchu decided that he should be nicer to them in the future. Jiang Li's accident, Gu Yunchu realized that he had deep feelings for these friends, and losing any of them would be fatal.
After Jiang Li had eaten and drank enough, the three friends began to discuss the futon issue.
"Jianli, why did you wilt all of a sudden before? The mouse in the hole said that you were under a spell. I don't quite understand. You just took the futon."
"I just feel uncomfortable. It's uncomfortable to hold the futon, and it's even more uncomfortable to put it down. I feel weak and dizzy afterwards. I don't even know what the spell is."
Gu Yunchu also shook his head, he didn't know, so he looked at Wangchuan.
"Spelling is a Taoist method that uses incantations to pray to gods and curse the ghost realm. The caster believes that he can communicate with the Emperor of Heaven and control ghosts and gods, so as to eliminate evil and eliminate disasters and turn misfortune into good luck. Legend has it that only wizards know how to incantate. The meaning of the spell, and the incantation used in the spell is the language used by the wizard to communicate with the Emperor of Heaven." Wangchuan explained.
"It's a good thing to combine spells, why am I so unlucky?" Is it difficult to understand the separation and the passage of time is not going smoothly?
"Everything has good and bad, and the same goes for spells. Just like people have good and bad, you can't generalize." Wangchuan explained patiently.
"Well, anyway, all the curses I've heard of are mostly curses. I just realized today that the curse itself is good. It's just that the spell comes and goes strangely. I'm afraid this futon needs to be kept well. ." Gu Yunchu was still worried. He could just lie down on the futon for no apparent reason. Who knows if the spell will happen again in the future.
"As far as I know, there are descendants of the Wu clan in many worlds. In the future, you still have to walk more, ask more, see more, gain more experience, and avoid capsizing in the ditch." When Wangchuan is worried, he likes to urge Gu Yunchu to make progress.
After Wangchuan finished speaking, Gu Yunchu took the green futon in his hand and looked at it over and over again, but saw nothing.
"What is the Thousand Silk Knot? Is it the way a futon is knotted?" Jiang Li also came over to look at this futon that had both harmed and saved him.
"That's probably it. I can't understand it either. Forget it, I'm in the Silk Spirit's space."
Jiang Li did not object. He watched Gu Yunchu put away the futon and asked, "Gu Yunchu, are you going to stay here to practice or what?"
Only then did Gu Yunchu take a closer look at the riverside where he settled. The riverside was flat and wide, and the environment was good. There were lush trees in the distance. He said, "Just stay here and practice. Cave things are not suitable for us. For the first time I encountered the Tianxuan Sect in the cave, I encountered the demon soul last time in the cave, and I encountered the curse again this time. I don’t want to go to the cave to practice anymore, the cave is incompatible with me!”
Gu Yunchu made this conclusion, which both Jiangli and Wangchuan deeply agreed with.
Since he was practicing here, Jiang Li ran to the river and picked a place to take root. A large bush of peonies was in full bloom.
Wangchuan was demonstrating swordsmanship not far away from Jiang Li. Biluo's swordsmanship was unusual, difficult to crack, and progress was slow.
Gu Yunchu saw that Jiang Li and Wangchuan had settled down. He took a piece of animal skin and spread it on the ground to practice the Soul Transformation Ice Soul Snow Soul. He decided not to sit on a futon in the future.
Three days later, Siling sent Gu Yunchu's body out. When Gu Yunchu returned to his body, the first thing he did was to change out of his military uniform and into a light yellow dress that he had bought at Qingyun. After a little adjustment, he sank into practice and soon entered the state. He became more and more proficient in the soul transformation technique, but there was no sign of any improvement.
A month passed like this, and it was another full moon night.
The moon in the sky is big and round. The moonlight shines on Jiang Li, who is blooming with flowers and leaves, and also on Wangchuan, who is practicing himself in the sky. It is really a beautiful night with full moon.
Unable to resist the urge to sing, Gu Yunchu jumped up, held the busy Wangchuan in his hand, and sang while dancing with his sword:
"When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight? I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses are too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows. How can I be in the human world, turning around the Zhuge Pavilion? There should be no hatred in the low-rise house, the light is sleepless, and there should be no hatred when we say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that cannot be solved in ancient times. I hope that we can live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."
When Gu Yunchu sang a few lines, Silk Ling ran out and sat next to Jiang Li. He held his hands and knees and listened to Gu Yunchu's singing. He also watched Gu Yunchu dance his sword.
The woman jumping and spinning between heaven and earth, holding a sword and flower on her arm, with fluttering clothes, and melodious singing singing with her, so beautiful.
When Gu Yunchu finished his song and fell to the ground, Siling immediately ran forward and pestered Gu Yunchu for lyrics and music.
"I can only sing, but I don't know the music score."
"Then you sing all the songs you know to me. I have a guqin and I can compose the music myself. When you fight in the future, I will play the piano and sing for you next to you. How great! Well, is there a sonorous song? Powerful songs, and magnificent ones?" Silk Ling was unwilling to let go of Gu Yunchu. Silk Ling was an out-and-out instrument spirit who loved to sing. Before becoming an instrument spirit, Silk Spirit was a canary who loved to sing. , but she sings on the branches of Hunjiu every day.
So all night, Gu Yunchu racked his brains to recall the songs from his previous life, wrote them down one by one, and sang them again.
Until the next morning, Silk Spirit returned to the space music with satisfaction, and Gu Yunchu lay on the animal skin and fell asleep.
"Ah!" Gu Yunchu, who had just fallen asleep, screamed!
