There was a faint morning light in the sky, and the fresh smell of earthy grass and leaves greeted us on a rainy morning.
Perhaps it was washed and moistened by the spring rain, but the continuous branches and leaves outside the ruined temple were all clear and green. Accompanied by the chirping of birds in the forest, it was a good morning.
Lively and clean, with a vibrant wood-type aura, it happily surrounds Lingchu. Feeling the joy coming from the blue color of the mountain in his consciousness, Lingchu opens his eyes with a face full of comfort.
Qingshang didn't show any wrinkles from bending her knees against the wall all night. The girl stretched her waist with a light smile on her face. The snow-white tiger also stood up next to her, with her two front paws moving back hard. Stretching.
Opposite, the grandfather and grandson who had woken up early and were washing themselves stared blankly at the neat movements of one person and one animal.
The boy was purely curious. He blinked his eyes with a trace of sleepiness. His dark black eyes fixedly looked at the beautiful sister opposite him who had stretched his waist, straightened his arms, rubbed her left hand, and pressed her right hand. He was stunned. After staring blankly for a while, the boy chuckled crisply when he looked into Lingchu's smiling eyes.
That pretty sister is so fun.
The old woman fell into a deep shock. She had long guessed that the girl and the snow-white beast opposite must be monks, and their cultivation level must be much higher than hers.
But, who can tell her what's going on?
Could it be that she has not had contact with outside monks for many years, and has not traveled to the world of cultivation where monks gather, so she is out of touch with the current world of cultivation?
When she was young, the high-level monks she had come into contact with were all very image-conscious, even if they were not aloof or cold, and they all had the air of a monk.
I can't call him extraordinary, but he still has some dignity and grace.
this......
For a moment, the old woman's vigilance towards the unknown girl opposite her became inexplicably less intense.
Hearing her grandson's clear laughter, the old woman suddenly came to her senses, patted the boy on the head, and shouted, "Why are you laughing? It's rude. Clean up quickly and have something to eat while the weather is nice." Hurry, if you delay any longer, be careful not to make it in time."
The boy was not afraid of his grandmother. The sleepiness that had long since dissipated made the boy's eyes sparkle. He covered his head with a smile, hummed twice, and obediently wiped his little face with a white cotton cloth.
Although the magic can remove all the dirt in an instant, it cannot bring about the clean and pleasant feeling after washing. Lingchu also likes to take a bath occasionally and condense the water to wash his face.
Opposite the grandparents, last night Lingchu’s spiritual consciousness captured the old woman using magic to clean her clothes and shoes, so the old woman must be able to use magic to remove dust. Now she doesn’t use it. I don’t know if it’s because she is being cautious or because she is used to washing like a mortal. , which coincides with Lingchu’s idea.
For a time, in the ruined temple, the grandfather and grandson were washing and eating quietly. Lingchuze and Qingkong also stretched their bodies leisurely, and then washed up.
As for the tall young man who came last night, he got up and left quietly when the sky just showed a hint of white.
The extinguished fire has long since become cold and does not emit any heat.
When the tall young man stood up and left, his body was flexible. For a mortal, it could be said that he waved his sleeves gently without taking away any clouds.
To put it simply, it is extremely quiet.
However, in the ruined temple, except for the tall young man, all of them were cultivators, either monks or monsters. Needless to say, the tall young man stood up and walked.
Even the slightest movement of his hands can alarm several people in the ruined temple.
Of course, except for the young boys who are actually sleeping.
Therefore, the tall young man thought he left silently, but in fact, Lingchu, Qingkong, and the old woman all saw it clearly and knew it clearly.
In fact, Lingchu was still idle and bored, and his consciousness followed the tall young man for a while, and finally his eyes were attracted by a beautiful colorful pheasant.
From the looks of it, the meat seems to be delicious and would be good to eat grilled.
Roasted pheasant seems a bit greasy for breakfast.
After being distracted for a while, Lingchu had no intention of continuing to stare, so he withdrew his consciousness and continued to close his eyes to rest.
After washing, Lingchu sat on the ground with his chin propped up, staring straight into the void in front of him, thinking about what he should have for breakfast today.
While thinking, he used his consciousness to look through the several boxes of things that Sangzi had prepared.
Meat, too greasy, vegetables, too vegetarian, porridge, seems good.
Looking at everything, Lingchu was sitting and comparing in his heart.
Qingkong blinked her blue eyes, her little head lying on her master's lap, looking forward to what she was going to eat today.
Opposite the ruined temple, the boy who was gnawing on the white sugar cake looked at the beautiful sister opposite who was staring straight at him. He paused slightly while eating the white sugar cake with relish, and then looked down at his favorite white sugar cake. She was fair and delicate. A slight blush appeared on his little face.
Pretty sister, didn’t you bring anything to eat?
The boy's dark eyes looked at the empty space around Lingchu. There was nothing there.
Pulling at the oil paper bag with some tangle, the boy suddenly stood up, took two or three steps, and ran to Lingchu.
The old woman lowered her head to eat, then raised her head to see her grandson running in front of the unknown senior expert. She immediately choked on the dry food in her mouth. She couldn't cough or swallow. She just widened her eyes. .
"Sister, here you go, white sugar cake, it's delicious."
The boy's voice was soft and waxy, and his clean little hands carefully took out half of the snow-white pastry from the oil paper bag and handed it to Lingchu, with a light pink on his fair and delicate face.
Lingchu blinked, hey, is it so obvious that she wants to eat?
Raising her head, she met the boy's dark, clear and clean eyes. Lingchu smiled and bent her eyes, paused, and said in a soft and gentle tone, "Okay, thank you."
Taking the sugar cake, Lingchu took a bite under the boy's expectant eyes.
Perhaps it had been stored for a long time, so it was not as soft as when it was freshly baked, but it was still very sweet. Lingchu’s eyebrows curled up as he ate it, “It’s delicious!”
Seeing the smile on the beautiful sister's face, the boy also laughed, showing his white teeth and crooked eyes.
"Wei Ran, come back!"
The old woman finally swallowed and shouted quickly.
The boy looked back at his grandmother, then turned to look at Lingchu, and planned to go back obediently.
"etc."
Lingchu stretched out his hand, grabbed the boy, touched the boy's head with a smile, and handed the boy something, "Take the little thing I gave you, take it and play with it, as... a gift from the sugar cake." "
The boy looked at Lingchu's gentle smile and looked at the thing in his hand curiously. It wasn't money, and it didn't look inconspicuous. It probably wasn't valuable. It was great. His grandmother wouldn't say anything to him about such a thing.
You can't take other people's valuable things, and you can't take them with confidence just because you helped others.
The old woman saw her grandson being held by Lingchu. She was nervous at first, and almost got up and ran over. However, she saw that the master opposite seemed to have just said a few words, and her grandson came back happily. She was relieved immediately. One breath.
