On this day, Yang Zhen had just finished telling a story and was about to listen to Zixue's explanation of how to draw a certain rune. Suddenly, her vision went dark and she had arrived in the bluestone space.
Also coming in with him was the little stick.
Looking around with his spiritual consciousness, he was immediately overjoyed.
The last time he came here, the size of the space was only 150 feet in diameter. With his spiritual awareness of more than two miles, he could easily detect the edge of the space wherever he stood.
But now, no matter which direction you look out, there are vast expanses of grassland with no end.
The height of the space is also changing. In the past, some trees that were planted twenty or thirty feet high almost reached their heads. Now in the sky above our heads, there is a feeling as if we are in a high mountain. It seems to be close, but in fact it is very far away.
How big should the bluestone space be now?
Also, where is Yiyi?
Looking around, there was a small hill three or four miles ahead, about fifty feet high.
His intuition told him that Yiyi was there.
His feet were like the wind, rushing there.
"Take me!" shouted some little stick.
Yang Zhen was too lazy to pay attention to him. He missed Yiyi so much and had many things to say to that cute elf. What was this little stick used to do, as a light bulb?
You've been a light bulb these days, haven't you been enough?
Within a few breaths, he was standing on the top of the mountain.
This is a circular high platform with a diameter of about four or five miles. It is filled with various rare spiritual grasses, which Yang Zhen has collected over the years, including two precious Haoyuan grasses.
In the center is still the grass paved with Ding Lingcao, and a set of bright red clothes scattered on the ground, which is exactly what Yiyi usually wears.
His heart moved, and he quickly walked over. On the edge of Ding Lingcao, a green grass stood gracefully.
At the top of the grass, a pink flower bud the size of a bead is in bud.
"Yiyi." Yang Zhen called softly.
There was no familiar crisp voice in his mind. However, with his call, the grass swayed gently, as if it was stretching to its full extent, and the flower bud quietly bloomed, revealing five petals as thin as cicada wings.
A little person, the size of a thumb, was lying among the flowers, having a sweet dream.
Yang Zhen's eyes widened, and she leaned over in surprise to take a closer look.
The little man's skin is pink, white and rosy, and his appearance is extremely delicate. The shadow of the girl in red can be vaguely seen between his eyebrows, but——
Why does her face look like that of a little girl?
Not only has the body become smaller, but the age has also become younger?
Yang Zhen found it funny. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, as if she was looking at a rare treasure.
After looking at it for a long time, the girl never woke up. Her eyes were closed and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly.
Daqing is pretending to sleep!
Yang Zhen was so angry and amused that she couldn't help but blow lightly on the petals.
As soon as he blew it, he saw the girl flying lightly like dandelion seeds, flying around the boy in a circle, then slowly falling to the ground in a spin.
Just as it was about to reach the ground, the little man turned faster and faster, and his body grew bigger and bigger, eventually becoming the size of a normal six- or seven-year-old child.
A pair of big and smart eyes opened, blinking and looking at Yang Zhen:
"Bad brother, you are so annoying, I can sleep well."
Then he stretched out a pair of fleshy little hands: "Brother, give me a hug."
Yang Zhen picked her up excitedly, put her on her right shoulder, tilted her head and talked to her:
"Yiyi, have you transformed?"
"Brother Stupid, I have told you many times that I am not incarnate! This fairy is born like this, and is different from those monsters!"
"If it's not transformation, what is it?"
"Condensate!" The little thing tilted his head for a while and thought of a new term.
"Why do you look like a child?"
"I am just a child! Brother, you have to continue to look for good things in the future, so that Yiyi can grow up!"
"Ah?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "What else do you need?"
"Xitu, Nine Heavens Mysterious Liquid, Five Elements Holy Fruit..." The little girl stretched out her fleshy fist and broke it off one finger at a time.
Yang Zhen's face turned green.
"Hahaha, brother, you are so funny like this!" Xiao Xiancao shook her legs and said, "I don't want to grow up. It's so fun to sit on my brother's shoulders. Well, I also want to sit on my neck!"
As he said that, he hugged Yang Zhen's neck with his little arms and legs, and crawled over.
Looking around triumphantly, he moved his little hand, a meteor flashed by, and the small stick appeared in Yiyi's hand.
"Sister Yaoyi!" Xiao Bangzi shouted excitedly.
Yiyi held the stick with one hand and held Yang Zhen's neck with the other, like a little fairy holding a magic wand, and said in an old-fashioned way:
"Little Bangbang, you performed well in the stone house! Not only did you save my brother and the others, you also taught the old demon snake a lesson and grabbed the sarcophagus. That's awesome!"
"It's all under my sister's command. Bangbang always listens to my sister!" Xiaobangzi responded obediently.
Who said this little stick can't flatter? Isn’t this very talkative?
"Yiyi," Yang Zhen interjected: "How did you recognize Xiaobangzi? Have you recovered all your memories?"
"No," Yiyi's little face wrinkled up: "As soon as I saw the little stick, I remembered the things related to it. However, after the condensation, I also remembered some other things."
Little Bangzi shouted: "Sister Yaoyi, can you travel across all realms now? When will you take me back to the fairy world! Bangbang wants to go home! Bangbang wants to find his master sister!"
Yiyi’s little face became serious:
"No, I can't go back now because my sister has an enemy in the fairy world..."
"You can ask the master for help!"
"Sister Danxia, she is no match for my enemy. If sister goes back now, she will probably be discovered by that person. Then she might even implicate your master."
"Little Bangbang, sister can only hide in the mortal world now. When she becomes more powerful in the future and at least has the ability to hide her whereabouts, sister will take you back, okay?"
"How long will this take?" Xiaobangzi asked unhappy.
"Why, aren't you willing to accompany me?" Yiyi raised her eyebrows and her voice suddenly turned cold.
"Yes, yes, Bangbang will follow my sister wherever she goes!" Xiaobangzi replied hurriedly.
"Now my sister wants you to follow my brother and listen to my brother's words, are you happy or not?" Yiyi suddenly thrust the stick into Yang Zhen's hand and continued to ask.
"Yes, yes!" Xiaobangzi agreed happily: "But Brother Shitou will tell Bangbang stories in the future and take Bangbang out to play!"
"Don't worry!" Yiyi smiled cheerfully: "Follow Brother Shitou, there will be a lot of fun and stories to listen to in the future!"
"Okay, okay!" Little Bangzi cheered.
…
"Bangbang is a branch I took off from a building in the fairy world," after a while, Yiyi introduced to Yang Zhen:
"This stick can be big or small, and its weight can be heavy or light. No power in the Zhenyu Realm can break it, and the mana can be transported very smoothly. It is more suitable for you and easier to use than that purple gold stick."
Saying that, Yiyi grabbed the stick again, rubbed it with her little hand a few times, and the stick instantly turned purple and gold.
"Sister, you feel so comfortable touching Bangbang!" Xiaobangzi yelled.
Yiyi ignored it and continued to talk to Yang Zhen: "It looks just like an ordinary purple gold rod now. You don't have to worry about others finding out about it!"
Yang Zhen is overjoyed! Although the purple gold rod is good, it still has some shortcomings of wooden magic weapons, such as being afraid of high-level flames, high-level swords, etc. And as his cultivation grows, one day the Purple Gold Rod will become obsolete.
Now, there is no such worry.
"If you meet a high-level monk with whom you have a close friendship in the future, such as Zixue's sister, you can also ask them to store a killing move on the stick as your trump card!"
Yiyi jumped off Yang Zhen's head, suspended in the air and said with a smile.
Obviously during these days of seclusion, she was not completely ignorant of the situation in the outside world.
Yang Zhen blushed and finally asked the question she had been holding in her heart for a long time:
"Yiyi, did you borrow the water of chaos this time to transform? How much of that thing is left?"
