In the early morning, Shui Miaomiao, with dark circles under her eyes, took the talisman she had made, went to Fu Lingjun in exchange for the chips agreed upon yesterday, and left full of complaints.
If I had known that the curfew would not bring me free chips, I shouldn't have spent so much yesterday. In the end, I didn't even see my little brother.
"Sanshui."
Shui Miaomiao's feet had already stepped out of the threshold, and Fu Lingjun suddenly shouted: "I kind of want to eat the breakfast you made."
Upon hearing the request, Shui Miaomiao put down the things in her hands without hesitation, walked to the stove and started busy.
I didn't plan to make breakfast today. I got up a little late. If I want to make something delicious and delicious, I have to race against time.
This was the first time Fu Lingjun made a request to himself. Although he was just making breakfast, had he successfully tied up his stomach?
Even thinking about it, I knew it was impossible, but it didn't matter. The main thing was that Fu Lingjun started making demands.
Shui Miaomiao had a premonition that she was about to change.
It was still porridge and side dishes. Shui Miaomiao didn't even have time to take it out of the pot, so she hurried to the square. She would be late for her morning class.
Fu Lingjun poured the porridge into a small bowl, carried it to the bedside, and asked to the empty bed, "Would you like to eat?"
"Don't eat."
"Sure."
"Hmph." After removing the talisman, Master Jun hugged the pillow, lay on the bed, and gave Fu Lingjun a piece of the back of his head.
"Stop making trouble, I apologize."
Apologize? When, as a person involved, I don’t know.
The bowl was placed on the bedside, with some porridge spilling out. Fu Lingjun lowered his voice, "I know you like Sanshui's craftsmanship, and I've even humbled myself to ask for help. What else do you want from me?"
beg! Does that count as begging?
It was obviously your words, but people came here like crazy. Does it have anything to do with being humble and getting half a dime!
Also, your so-called apology is just asking me to eat!
'GuluGulu'
Okay, I am indeed hungry.
Sitting up, Master Jun continued to show off the back of Fu Lingjun's head stubbornly, and stretched his hand towards the bowl on the bedside.
'Snapped'
Fu Lingjun opened Master Jun's hand and said, "Get out of bed and eat. Don't mess with the bed."
"Do you really want to apologize?"
Master Jun turned around and glared at Fu Lingjun.
Fu Lingjun spread his hands, "Of course, wasn't my apology sincere enough?"
"After you gave your brother a stiff powder, did you expect to be forgiven by a bowl of porridge? And this porridge was not made by you yourself."
"I can do it, but only if you eat it."
"Me." I really wanted to shout out loud, 'I dare to eat it if you dare to do it.' But Master Jun thought calmly and realized that Fu Lingjun really dared to do it, but he really didn't dare to eat it.
"Where are my shoes!" Master Jun finally gave in and got out of bed.
"Don't think that just because I drank the porridge, I forgive you. What you did is outrageous and you actually poisoned your own brother."
"Watch your words."
Fu Lingjun put a chopstick and side dish into Chef Jun's bowl and said, "When did Zhizhi powder become poisonous?"
"But the nature is the same, not to mention you hit me."
"Did I do it?"
"You want to take action."
"I, that's because I was so angry with you that I went insane."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Fu Lingjun was blaming himself for his impulsiveness last night, and Master Jun was blaming himself too.
After a night of reflection, Master Jun admitted that his recent behavior had indeed been a bit too unruly.
"I won't do it anymore."
Master Jun said in a low voice and gave Fu Lingjun a roll of his eyes. He didn't expect you to change his mind at all. "Go on and eat your food. You've all eaten it."
After getting through the morning class, Shui Miaomiao was anxious to leave, but the more anxious she was, the more things happened.
Hua Aoyu appeared silently in front of Shui Miaomiao, blocking her way.
"Three water fairies."
Well, looking at Hua Aoyu's movement of cupping his fists, he hesitated for a moment, then Shui Miaomiao took back his steps and returned the salute.
"Last time we had a sparring session, I saw that you seemed to be ill. I wonder if you can recover?"
After being stunned for a moment, Shui Miaomiao shook her head decisively.
Although her health has long since recovered, and as long as she doesn't overuse her spiritual power, everything will be fine, but Hua Aoyu definitely doesn't just care about herself.
"Okay." Hua Aoyu was a little disappointed, but he didn't leave.
"You do seem to be a little depressed, but is it because of over-cultivation?"
She was in low spirits because she stayed up late yesterday to draw talisman. However, Shui Miaomiao did not refute Hua Aoyu. How did she come to this conclusion?
Think about it for a moment.
Shui Miaomiao understood that it was because of the various rumors spread by Lan Jixuan that could not be verified.
Hua Aoyu took out a white porcelain bottle and threw it over without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, it was for herself, so Shui Miaomiao hurriedly caught it.
"This Peach Blossom Spring is not bad. It has sufficient spiritual veins and the food contains absorbable spiritual energy. If you have enough chips, you can exchange various kinds of elixirs in the medicine room, but they are all too low-level and not suitable for us sword cultivators."
When did I become a sword cultivator?
Shui Miaomiao held the porcelain vase and couldn't find time to interrupt Hua Aoyu, so he could only listen to her talking to herself with a blank look on her face.
"What you are holding in your hand is my Hua family's secret medicine - Sword Cleansing Pill. Despite its ordinary name, it has an effect on cultivation and recovery after cultivation, and has no side effects. All sword cultivators want to take it during cultivation. One pill is hard to find with a lot of money. I’ll give you a bottle to recover quickly. We’re going to the competition ring.”
"Contest stage?" Shui Miaomiao was allergic to these three words and hurriedly refused: "This medicine is too expensive, I can't accept it."
"There's no point in taking back what you've given out."
Pushing Shui Miaomiao's hand back, Hua Aoyu turned around and left.
No matter how powerful the current rumors are about Sanshui, Shui Miaomiao is self-aware.
The win last time was just a fluke. If Hua Aoyu's sword hadn't broken at the critical moment, he would have been injured.
Hua Aoyu had disappeared. Shui Miaomiao reluctantly accepted the white porcelain bottle. When she turned around, she saw the pale Si Wang looking at her not far away.
In the farce of the competition arena, of everyone, except Baili Hui, he was the most seriously injured.
But Shui Miaomiao was really confused. She had very little impression of the competition with Si Wang.
Si Wang came over and Si Wang coughed. Si Wang took out the handkerchief he had been preparing and covered his mouth. He could see blood soaking out of the handkerchief.
Looks like this, do you really don’t need to take a rest? Are you so eager to give yourself a challenge?
"Feel sorry."
Si Wanglai's purpose was a bit different from Shui Miaomiao's imagination, the gap was still a bit big.
Si Wang apologized, "As a member of Si Wang's family, I shouldn't just listen to one side of the story, and then bring my personal feelings to bear on you, so I performed the magic trick on you."
"Uh, it's okay, it's okay, I don't have any impression at all."
Shui Miaomiao waved her hands repeatedly, trying to make the bowing Si Wang look up.
No impression? How can a person who has suffered from the illusion of acting come out of it so quickly?
There are many people who committed suicide after falling into the illusion of performing magic, and there are countless people who have been unable to recover since then. Is it because the mind of the Three Waters is too firm, or is it because my own practice is too weak?
But that's not right. At that time, I was connected to the feelings of Sanshui. It was so sad and painful. Now I am also plagued by nightmares... Si Wang's cough is getting worse. Is he really too weak?
"Sometimes it's not a good thing to have too much obsession. You have to know how to let go."
Before Shui Miaomiao doubted whether Si Wang would cough it up, Si Wang said what he really wanted to say today.
Since the court has used acting methods to imaginary grief, and the person is innocent, there are some things he has to say.
If you are really too weak, that's it.
However, sometimes, being firm-minded is not a good thing. If you step into a corner, it will be a real bloody storm...
