"We've rushed to the auction, but have you thought about where to go next?" Bai Xun put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and asked Jiang Qingyu.
After staying with Jiang Qingyu for a long time, he also got into the habit of eating breakfast, drinking some porridge to nourish his stomach.
"For now-"
Jiang Qingyu thought for a while, but was interrupted by a rapid knocking sound outside the window just in the middle of what he said. With a stern look on his face, he used the spiritual power of his fingertips to drive a chopstick to the window!
Under the warning, the knocking sound only stopped for a moment, and Jiang Qingyu and Bai Xun looked at each other.
Jiang Qingyu: Looking for you?
Bai Xun: I thought I was looking for you.
Both of them said at the same time:...
In broad daylight, with the sky clear, I made sure that there was no trace of murderous intent outside the window, and they were not the group of revenge-seeking gangsters from Lan Sha Tang.
Jiang Qing stood up and carefully opened the window to a crack. Before he could take a closer look, a flash of light flashed past, bursting into the room with lightning speed, and turned into a green flower under the gaze of the two people. A green blue bird with white dots on its neck.
"Master!" Jiang Qing was overjoyed when he saw the familiar miniature version of the blue bird. He suddenly remembered that he and his senior brother had been away from the sect for more than a month, and they missed every plant and tree in the sect.
But in his mind, he thought that a month had passed and he had not made any progress in his cultivation. He had spent a lot of money. He turned his head to the side and avoided the blue bird's sight a little unnaturally.
Bai Xun didn't react much. He only bowed respectfully with Jiang Qingyu, called "Master", and then stood aside to admire his little junior sister's facial expression management with great interest.
The blue bird is a little pet raised by Wu Lingjun. Its flying speed can be compared with that of a big roc. It travels thousands of miles a day and only eats spiritual rice and drinks spiritual dew.
After a long time, even if he didn't sign a contract, he would still obey his orders and be sent out occasionally to bring news and deliver letters.
During the days of training in the sect, Jiang Qing and Yu Chen would often pick up some fresh morning dew and store it when they got up to practice.
Those dews are not ordinary dew, but the dew produced by a spiritual grass with small white flowers on an unknown peak in the Wuya Sword Sect. As the name suggests, it is white dew. The name of the dew produced is white dew, also called spiritual dew.
Because the spiritual power and essence contained in spiritual dew is of high purity, it is very popular among monks and beasts. One flower can only produce one drop of spiritual dew, and more than a hundred flowers can only produce a hundred drops. Even the bottom of a bowl cannot be covered. , it will take at least one morning to collect a sea bowl.
Of course, some people will definitely ask why it is so troublesome to use spiritual power?
The reason is very simple, because once the white dew grass comes into contact with the artificially refined spiritual energy, which is commonly known as spiritual power, their petals will quickly release a toxin that can directly kill a wild buffalo. Quite vicious.
Therefore, white dew grass also has a nickname - poisoning the cow.
When you drink the spirit dew directly, you will feel the taste is sweet and refreshing, like the wind blowing in the mountains. There is a cool feeling in your throat, blowing away the restlessness and annoyance in your heart.
Monks often use it to make tea. The sweetness neutralizes the bitterness of the tea, and it has a unique taste.
The spiritual dew collected by Jiang Qingyu every day is packed in a space artifact like a wine gourd. It can be kept fresh and poured out every time it is needed.
Whether making tea or feeding the bluebirds, Wu Lingjun treasured them all very much. Apart from the bluebirds, Jiang Qingyu would only take them out and share them with his disciples when he wanted to drink them.
At the beginning, the trio of Bai Xun, Song Wu, Tang Yuan and Bai Xun were scolded by Wu Lingjun, so they directly joined the group collecting spiritual dew the next day.
His original words at that time were: "Xiaoyu works from five to ten every day. Not only does he practice hard, but he also collects these spiritual dew to serve as a filial piety to his teacher. Yesterday, I saw Xiao Wu and Xiao Yuan making a fuss over a grilled fish. You guys have been...very idle lately. ?" With a kind, gentle, and caring smiling face.
With the addition of three young men, the lineup of the Dew Collection Team has been expanded, and Linglu Tea has received unanimous praise. Therefore, Jiang Qingyu's hobbies have become one of the practices that must be done every day, commonly known as work.
"Little fish, little fish~" the blue bird chirped Jiang Qingyu's name, fluttering its wings and nuzzling her cheek affectionately.
After decades of adulthood, it only developed its spiritual intelligence when Jiang Qingyu entered Sword Valley four years ago. The word "little fish" was the first word it learned to say.
According to Wu Lingjun, the blue bird was a giant bird egg he picked up when he was traveling abroad. It was originally intended to be used as a food reserve and roasted to satisfy the craving when necessary. As a result, it was half roasted, the shell cracked, and a bird jumped out from the inside. baby bird.
A bird egg the size of a baby only hatched a chicken the size of a fist. What else could Wu Lingjun do?
They've all hatched. It's fate, so let's keep it!
In this way, I don't know whether it was because of being heated by the fire, but the blue bird has shown its amazing talent in intelligence since childhood. The brain is not fully developed, and the cerebellum is completely underdeveloped, which perfectly describes its attributes.
The blue bird's specialty is sending letters, so it's pretty good. It has the entire Luchi attribute, but fortunately it has the blessing of the plug-in Migu Branch.
Even with the support of Wu Lingjun, the road to growth was quite bumpy. With the nourishment of Linglu and Lingmi, I finally learned to speak human language in my thirty-fifth year of adulthood. It is really gratifying.
Jiang Qing turned his face, smiled and touched the blue bird's head, took out the letter from under its paws and handed it to Bai Xun, thanked it softly, took out some spiritual rice and spiritual spring water from the storage space and put it on the table Above: "It's not as good as the sect outside, and there's no spiritual dew. Let's just drink it. It's sweet~"
The blue bird tilted its head and looked at Jiang Qingyu. Its mung bean-sized eyes were black and clear, making people feel happy. It nodded as if it was absent, and happily flew to the table to eat the spiritual rice. From time to time, it also tasted two sips of the spiritual spring, but Limited to just a taste!
Jiang Qing lowered his eyebrows, watching Qingniao's every move, and chuckled: "It's not bad, I'm not that picky."
"Are you the only one who thinks so?"
Bai Xun slowly opened the letter paper that was rolled up to the thickness of his little finger and took a look at it. He frowned for a moment. When he heard Jiang Qingyu said that bluebirds are not picky eaters, he suddenly laughed and said, "Before you came, this guy was not only a tall guy. Leng, if you put your hand directly on its head like you just did, your fingers would be pecked to bits, and it has a bad temper like a guard goose."
Jiang Qingyu opened her pink lips slightly and didn't notice Bai Xun's strange behavior for a moment. She looked at the blue bird eating in surprise. She thought it had always been such a close relative, but she didn't expect it to have such a dark history.
The blue bird's intelligence was awakened, and naturally it couldn't tolerate Bai Xun slandering its reputation in front of the person it liked, so it immediately chirped and flapped its wings, stretched its neck, and pecked Bai Xun's hand with its sharp beak.
The result was that Qingniao was restrained by Bai Xun in two or two strokes, pinned to the table and unable to move, looking pitifully at Jiang Qingyu with mung bean eyes.
A fox catches a bird with perfect accuracy, naturally suppressed by his bloodline.
"I am the senior brother after all. Do you look at her? Is it useful to look at her? Huh?"
Bai Xun's teasing was full of bad intentions. Seeing as he didn't teach this guy a lesson this time, he returned to the sect and was tired of being around his master and Xiaoyu every day.
Jiang Qingyu rationally gave up participating in this one-sided education, gave Qingniao a helpless expression, returned to the topic and asked: "What did the master write in the letter?"
"It's nothing, just some insignificant greetings. By the way, let's go to Beizhou to look for A Yin."
"Second Senior Brother? He is in Beizhou?"
