At this moment, his three views exploded. It turned out that these flowers could not only speak, but also move according to people's wishes.
Of course he is not a fool, and he understands in his heart that not everyone can communicate with flowers and trees, so the person in front of him must be the goddess!
The child was still crying loudly.
The man almost cried, threw himself in front of Mu Qingyun, and said anxiously: "Great Immortal, I was wrong, I was wrong."
As he said that, he raised his hand and slapped his own ear, "This brat of mine has cheap hands. I will teach him a lesson, but he is not guilty enough. Please save him, please."
Mu Qingyun coughed and kept silent. He just stood quietly and looked at the old lady here.
The man immediately turned around, grabbed his fat boy, picked up the sole of his shoe and spanked him.
"I asked you to pick flowers randomly and make you misbehave. Will you dare to do it again in the future?"
The fat boy obviously had not experienced such a battle. He was stunned for a long time and cried loudly.
The old lady shook her head, helpless: "That's it, that's all, the child is still young, don't hit him."
This old man has snow-white hair and a kind-hearted look. When his eyes fall on her flowers and trees, they are full of emotion.
Mu Qingyun glanced at the flowers and trees surrounding the two-story white building. They had not been pruned too much and were full of natural wildness. However, this did not mean that they were neglected. It was obvious that someone was watering and fertilizing frequently.
Especially the eternal pine in front of the door.
The flowers and trees are really talking.
"Wan'er's hair has turned white, but she still has such a good temper."
"When the old man is here, he has to pick up a broom and beat the father and son, huh."
Mu Qingyun smiled and watched them talking for a while.
Really seeing, not just listening. Mu Qingyun found that after he was equipped with the title of Language Master, he could truly understand the language of these plants by watching the branches swaying and listening to the wind blowing the leaves.
It is not the kind of guess made by a botanist who is familiar with the shape of plants.
This feeling is quite magical.
While the man thanked the old lady profusely, he stared at Mu Qingyun out of the corner of his eye. He knew that he was a rough man and was not good at observing words and expressions, but even if he was a rough man, he still felt that the Great Immortal was indeed Not ordinary people.
From this angle, he even had the illusion that there was light in the immortal's eyes, and he could really see things that ordinary people couldn't see.
Mu Qingyun reached out and patted the golden lanterns swinging in the wind. He took two steps to the side, bent down and reached into the grass, turned over it, took out a golden scabbard, turned around and handed it to the old woman. .
The old lady was startled, staring at the scabbard for a long time, then reached out to take it, her eyes were slightly red, and she smiled bitterly: "Ah, I almost forgot about it."
She raised her eyes to look at Mu Qingyun and hesitated for a long time: "Little classmate, are you here to rent a house?"
"yes."
Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "I like flowers and trees very much. Grandma, your flowers and trees also like mine very much. Can I rent this house?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and those golden lanterns gently wrapped around her fingertips, making them appear intimate and cute.
A group of little flowers whispered: "It smells so good, it smells so good, it's so delicious."
The original body's physical fitness is not very good, Mu Qingyun has only been here for a short time, and she still majors in Jin Yang Kung.
The inner energy produced by this Jin Yang Gong is loved by all living beings in the world, especially plants.
Mu Qingyun can talk to the little flowers and grass, but to make them obedient, he must give some benefits.
The old lady knelt down and stared at the flowers and trees on the ground for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay."
The man, who was still pretending to beat his son, was about to shed tears: "Great Immortal, I, the poison on my son... have mercy on me, have mercy on me."
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "I think your son's illness is that he usually has too little activity and is very used to it, which makes his legs and feet difficult to use. Let's do this. I will give you an idea. If you are willing to do it, I won't do it. Not force."
"Twice a day, morning and evening, ask your son to clean the southern section of our Central Street, from Yongji Bridge to Yigao Street, and every time you reach a green belt, read loudly three times, I will never pick flowers again. No more stepping on the grass.”
"If your son can do it, maybe his illness will be cured without medication. If he can't, then go to the hospital and get checked yourself."
This man: "..."
His eyes passed over this large area of golden-red flowers, and he thought about what he had just done. How could he dare to have other thoughts?
"sure."
The man agreed again and again.
His fat son looked at his father in confusion, not knowing what kind of punishment he was going to suffer.
The man took one last look at Mu Qingyun and saw that she really didn't want to say anything. He could only take it seriously, hugged his son and left with great gratitude.
The old lady shook her head and led Mu Qingyun to see her room.
The house for rent is in the backyard of a small building. It is said to be 30 square meters, but it looks more spacious. It has beds, tables and chairs, and it looks very new.
There is a lotus pond outside the room with lotus flowers and a few goldfish. There are flowers everywhere in the yard.
Along the path, clusters of fiery red flowers bloomed. The old lady looked at them, but suddenly she felt a little confused.
"Is that child just now really poisoned?"
Are these flowers really poisonous?
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Don't worry, grandma, I have learned a little bit of acupuncture. I just hit the child's numb tendons with a small stone when no one was paying attention."
old lady:"……"
Mu Qingyun blinked and smiled softly, which was quite cute.
The old lady looked at her, but her eyes became a little softer. She didn't preach much, just smiled and said: "Raising children is like planting flowers. They must be pruned on time. If they are not pruned in time, they may grow crookedly."
So, pruning is good.
Within two days, the neighbors on the street all knew that the bastard son of a gangster family had now changed his ways and was cleaning the streets every day.
"A while ago, I kept seeing that brat deliberately kicking over the trash can. After Teacher Liu said something to him, he went to pour oil on the steps of Teacher Liu's house, almost breaking Teacher Liu's bones."
Mu Qingyun had long forgotten this trivial matter, and she was actively working hard to settle down in Xiong County.
The heroine Jiang Minhua is fourteen years old this year. The heroine and the hero experienced a long love affair of more than ten years, and they did not consummate it until they were twenty-six years old. In other words, this plot may take more than ten years.
Over ten years!
Mu Qingyun suddenly became excited, took out a pen and paper, spread it on the desk, and began to list his plan one by one.
The extra ten years are not a period of great disaster, so there is no need for her to be a hero, she can do whatever she wants.
Must be taken advantage of.
Mu Qingyun wanted to enjoy a little bit of what she had to give up when she had to make choices for the sake of the overall situation on her own timeline.
When practicing martial arts, you can try to learn the Eighteen Weapons, or you can seriously learn to draw from a teacher.
She has never learned to play Go, but she can still learn to play Go.
Yes, she could give up on skipping a grade or something like that when she first came here, and just go about her business step by step and enjoy a normal campus life.
