"Eleven...Eleven, wake up, wake up."
When Fu Shiyi opened his eyes again, he found that he was still in the small courtyard of Guiguling.
Sitting at the head of her bed was Sanniang, who looked anxious:
"You've finally woken up, but you were unconscious for nearly an hour. Eleven, do you still remember what happened after I was knocked unconscious by the Qinggui? Who put us unconscious in the wing? "
Fu Shiyi tried to recall: "I remember that when Sanniang was knocked unconscious when you took out the Yuanyang Mirror to deal with the Green Ghost, I seemed to be knocked unconscious too. Could it be that Fourth Brother and the others came back to save us?"
Sanniang shook her head and said, "I went to the main room and the right wing to check, but no one was found."
Fu Shiyi was very surprised: "Not fourth brother? Then who killed the Qingqinggui? Seeing that it was coming so menacingly, it would be impossible to let us go so easily, right?"
The two of them were puzzled.
Seeing this, Sanniang mentioned another matter:
"Eleven, should we stay here and wait for your fourth brother to come back, or should we leave first?"
After all, a green-shooting ghost has just been recruited here, so it's not safe. But if only the two of them go to the Southern Wilderness, it will be even more dangerous. After much deliberation, the two finally decided to stay in the small courtyard. No matter what, the fourth brother would definitely come back to find them.
But.
Fu Shiyi always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something. After Sanniang returned to her room, she invaded the consciousness sea space. Maybe you can find some clues in it.
The more than one hundred acres of land in the Consciousness Sea Space still does not contain spiritual energy.
The saplings in the blue vortex seemed to grow a little taller.
The portal is still the same.
The difference is the dry well.
The wall of the well that was originally covered with runes actually turned into the image of a ruined temple. There was a hound squatting at the door of the temple. She felt that the hound looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.
By some strange mistake, she put her hand over it.
Suddenly his eyes flashed with flowers.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had entered a ruined temple.
It is the ruined temple transformed from the pattern on the wall of the dry well.
What's going on?
"Woof woof woof!"
Fu Shiyi woke up to the sound of a dog barking. When she looked down, she saw a wind chasing dog wagging its tail excitedly around her. When she took a closer look, she was shocked:
"Lao Liangtou?"
It turned out to be the dead wind-chasing dog from Yanyang Mulin East City. Back then, she, Brother Sixteen and Brother Eighteen specially buried it outside the city and erected a monument. But how could the dead old man appear here? In a ruined temple?
"Woof woof woof!"
Old Fengtou was obviously very excited when he saw his old master. He even stuck out his tongue and licked Fu Shiyi's palm.
But it couldn't answer Fu Shiyi's doubts.
Fu Shiyi walked around the temple and found that there was nothing but a decapitated clay sculpture in the main hall. The surroundings of the temple were pitch black. She held up a lantern and was about to take a look, but Blocked by the old limelight.
"Old Liangtou, is there any danger in the darkness?"
"Woof woof" Old Fengtou barked twice, indicating that he was correct.
Seeing this, Fu Shiyi gave up and stayed in the temple for a while, but found nothing. With a thought, he returned to the space again. Although the land in the space did not contain spiritual energy, it was still more than a hundred acres of land. .
Fu Shiyi planted many fruit trees inside.
Among the sweet oranges, the common varieties of early and medium-ripening sweet oranges include Hamlin oranges, rock sugar oranges, bright red sweet oranges, seedless bright red sweet oranges, Jin oranges, and Volencia oranges. There are no less than 20 varieties.
In the past few years, she has used the knowledge about fruit trees she learned at Daiichi University.
Improvements have been made on the basis of ordinary sweet oranges, and several varieties that are sweeter and have a better taste have been developed.
Now a few years have passed, and the fruit trees have grown up and begun to bear fruit one after another. The whole space is filled with the delicious fruit fragrance. Fu Shiyi thought about it, and quickly kneaded her hands, and the mature fruit trees fell one by one into the sack she had prepared in advance. Inside.
To make full use of space.
In the past eight years, she has also used Nanzhu to make a shelf that is almost as high as the Consciousness Sea Space.
And use magic to fix them in place.
In this way, hoarding these fruits does not take up much space.
Now there are three rows of shelves, one of which is already filled with sacks.
If used to satisfy their hunger, the people of a small village can survive for three months.
Fu Shiyi, who was busy, suddenly thought of a possibility:
"Xiao Kong, did you save my sister at the critical moment? It must be you, right?"
As always, Xiao Kong did not respond, but the more Fu Shiyi thought about it, the more likely he felt that it was very possible. It was precisely because of absorbing the green-shooting ghost that the dry well changed like this.
"Thank you, Xiao Kong, for saving my sister again. Don't worry, my sister will repay you well when she becomes a great monk in the future."
Fu Shiyi's mood instantly improved and he worked hard for a while, picking three acres of fruit trees.
When she heard something moving outside, she exited the space.
But it was the fourth brother who returned.
Seeing that she and Sanniang were safe and sound, the fourth brother breathed a sigh of relief and felt ashamed at the same time: "Eleven, the clan asked me to take you into the Southern Wilderness, but something like this happened as soon as we arrived at the entrance. Fortunately, you are okay, otherwise How can I go to see your father?"
"Fu Lang, what does this have to do with you?"
Meng Niang, who was following the fourth brother, interrupted before Fu Shiyi could say anything: "This green-shooting ghost is here for your sister. If it weren't for her body... Huh? What's going on? thing?"
Meng Niang frowned mid-sentence, and then asked Fu Shiyi to force out a drop of blood.
Fu Shiyi frowned and did not nod. Onmyoji's methods are so weird and endless, how could she casually give her blood to others as soon as they meet each other?
Meng Niang looked at her fourth brother anxiously.
The fourth brother coughed slightly and said a little unnaturally:
"Eleven, just do what Meng Niang said. I...I have been friends with her for more than ten years. We are a family. Don't worry, she has absolutely no intention of harming you. .”
Fu Shiyi glanced at the magnanimous Meng Niang, and then at the fourth brother who lowered his head, and was surprised.
The fourth brother actually fell in love with an onmyoji. No wonder the clan had repeatedly proposed various marriage proposals to him over the years, but he declined them with various excuses. It turned out that he already had a sweetheart.
Seeing this, Fu Shiyi naturally had no choice but to draw his sword finger across his hand, and a drop of blood came out.
Mengniang stepped forward and looked at it for a long time.
I dipped a little more into my mouth and tasted it.
He said doubtfully: "It's strange, could it be that I misjudged it before, but the smell is clearly the same?"
When Fu Shiyi saw Meng Niang nagging, he glanced at his fourth brother. The fourth brother said, "Meng Niang, you just said that the Green Ghost is here for Shi Yi. Why is that?"
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