The book "squeaked" out as if it had eaten something dirty. Seeing that her face was about to kiss the ground, Xie Jingsong quickly turned in a perfect circle in mid-air with one hand on the ground.
After landing safely, she straightened her skirt and carefully patted away any dust that might be on her body.
Qu Yijiu's slightly helpless voice came from behind her: "Can you be gentler? I'm making tea."
The cheap master who had picked it up was sitting on the edge of the stone table that was moved from somewhere. He carefully opened the lid of his precious teapot, as if he was about to sprinkle tea leaves into it.
Xie Jingsong glanced casually and looked away...
……etc.
Glancing again and again, she slowly turned into a walking question mark.
This time the tea leaves looked like the product of some kind of fern cheating on the octopus. They were twisting and curling, sticky and tangled together, and even twitching and squirming.
Seeing Xie Jingsong's eyes flickering on his tea leaves, Qu Yijiu mistakenly thought that she liked it, and made a sound that was a warm invitation to him: "It is said that the brewing taste is sour and spicy, how about giving it a try?"
No, this is not a question of whether it is hot or sour, nor is it right, no, who cares what it tastes like?
Is this thing that looks like the tentacles of Mr. Ke cut into pieces and then grabbed, really edible?
Xie Jingsong thanked Bumin: "Thank you, but no."
Qu Yijiu didn't force himself. He smiled and used the teapot lid to press back the hot air: "Drinking tea is good for physical and mental health. Once you have been fighting for a long time, you will know its benefits."
Can this thing be considered serious tea?
Xie Jingsong curled her lips, feeling very disrespectful and scorning Qu Yijiu's weird hobby that most people couldn't understand.
"Sit down," while waiting for the tea to open, Qu Yijiu motioned for her to sit down on the stone pier opposite and asked, "How do you feel?"
Xie Jingsong, who didn't want to do it while standing, was not polite to him. After sitting down, she turned around and glanced at the open book. She said casually: "It's not good at all. I don't know what I was doing in there." Yes, no, I should say, is it necessary to suck me in?"
There is no one who is more soy sauce than her! Even a strange little wild flower on the roadside can become a symbol of something important! And she was an orphan, a maid, and a corpse that fell ill for no reason!
Qu Yijiu smiled, put his hands on the teapot, and said the words that made Xie Jingsong incompetent and furious: "It's destiny, it's irreversible."
Xie Jingsong's head got bigger: "Is it part of your destiny to come here specially to accept me as your disciple?"
"Well, when the time comes, you will naturally know what you have to bear," Qu Yijiu didn't hide anything. He held down the teapot that suddenly crackled and looked up at her, "But there's no rush now, you can enjoy it to your heart's content Life here.”
The teapot seemed to be stunned by Qu Yijiu's actions. It was trembling violently, as if it would not give up until it killed him.
Xie Jingsong pointed at a few wisps of misty black smoke overflowing from the spout and shook her head: "No, don't worry about me for now. I think you should take a look at what you are brewing, right?"
The person she looked at in shock raised his middle finger and gave it to the teapot, and said habitually: "It's okay, it's just that the tea leaves are a little naughty, that's all."
Pupil, hole, ground, earthquake.
You guys in the world of cultivation are really wild.
Looking away with complicated emotions, Xie Jingsong looked around at the green scenery in the mountains and asked, "How long did it take me to come out?"
"About a quarter of an hour."
This should be the transition between spring and summer. Spring has not yet ended, and summer has not yet arrived. Being in the deep mountains has a special advantage: you can get green mountains and plains without deliberately doing greening.
Xie Jingsong liked this kind of scenery very much. She felt happy when she saw it. She couldn't help but relax and said, "By the way, what is the mountain protection formation?"
"I am practicing in the mountains and don't want to be disturbed by the world, so I set up this formation." Qu Yijiu picked up a corner of his sleeves, stood up and leaned over to draw his fingertips across the table, showing her the shape of the formation. ,"like this."
"Am I the kind of genius who can understand the principle at a glance?"
While complaining like this, Xie Jingsong still looked down.
It was obvious that Qu Yijiu was using air to paint on the stone table, but she could see the flickering traces like the tails of meteors after her fingertips passed over them. They intertwined and slowly rotated, outlining a rather mysterious pattern. .
When the pattern of the formation was completed in her eyes, the brain that automatically received this signal immediately gave her the effect: This is a classic defensive and expulsive formation. Only the owner of the formation can enter with corresponding permissions. .
Looking at the lifeless appearance of birds and beasts here, I am afraid that Qu Yijiu has kicked all the creatures that can breathe and make sounds except him.
etc?
I can understand it at a glance... Damn, I am really such a genius.
Qu Yi, who seemed to be saying that all he needed was hands, sat back for a long time, took the cup on the side and planned to pour tea: "This way, that's all."
Xie Jingsong nodded clearly: "That's it."
It's just that...she can see the structure of the formation. Similarly, the very obvious novice master on the opposite side cannot be ignored.
Thanks to the fact that the eldest lady is still being tortured in the secret realm, otherwise she might be confused about how the two of them matched their brain waves when they came out.
But I really want to praise Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
As soon as she started chanting, the eldest lady who had been spat out of the book hit her over with a helpless posture. Countless dust flew up and eagerly rushed over to kiss Xie Jingsong's face, choking her so much that she almost coughed out her heart and lungs. .
How can this not be considered a kind of earth kissing me if I don’t kiss it?
She wiped her face and waited for the flying dust to quiet down. However, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, Xie Jingsong waited until even the flowers withered, but the eldest lady still lay there and did not get up, soundlessly as if she was dead.
If it weren't for the fact that her shoulders were twitching and her body was trembling slightly, Xie Jingsong would really run to see if this person had turned into a corpse.
Who knows that there is something more disturbing than her.
Regardless of what the scene was like now, Qu Yijiu's voice was filled with a bit of joy: "Fortunately, the ashes did not enter the pot, and the tea can still be drank."
No, buddy, you?
Soon, Zhang Yunqing's shallow sobs were pushed away by the accumulated sadness, and were replaced by silent sobs, which were restrained and forbearing, causing her to spit out desperate breaths intermittently.
At any rate, he was looking after her all the way. Xie Jingsong sighed, walked over, bent down, and picked up Zhang Yunqing by her back collar. He patted the dust on her body like taking care of a child and comforted her: "Failed. It doesn’t matter, the road is inherently..."
However, these words are not water to extinguish the fire, but oil to ignite the fire.
Zhang Yunqing became even more sad after hearing this. Big drops of tears rolled down, and deep tear marks were washed directly on that gray face: "No, no, no, there is no failure!"
"Um?"
"Separation is fire," she choked, "edge is water."
Two slightly transparent spears were held in her hands, shining brightly in the not-so-bright sunshine at the end of spring.
