Chapter 462: Grass Child Will Fall into Sleep
Rub the wooden butterflies and paint on rice paper.
In the woods outside Beidian City, a night-shining pearl was shining, and a few sweet potatoes were roasting on the fire.
Yan He was twisting the wooden butterfly and frequently looked back absentmindedly at the woods behind her.
In the woods at night, the leaves are mottled with light and shadow.
Some time ago, there was a group of lively disciples of Xuanling Sect there.
"They died cleanly."
Mei You, who had been working silently, glanced at Yan He out of the corner of his eye and spoke in a clear voice.
A sword cut his neck, at least he didn't suffer.
Yan He moved her lips, not knowing what to say.
Mei You continued, "I have buried the body. If you want to see it, go back at daybreak."
The corpse was exposed to the sun outside, and there were too many flies and insects. Mei You saw that they were all disciples of Xuanling Sect, so he buried them.
Yan He lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Mei."
Fellow Daoist Mei hummed and took out a string of hanging identity tokens from his storage bag.
The tokens clinked against each other, the sound was both crisp and dull.
Different voices overlapped, as if calling Yan He "Senior Brother" again and again.
Yan He's fingertips trembled slightly as she wiped the tokens one by one.
First, Junior Brother Zhu Qinglan died, then the Demon Lord sneaked into the sect, and now even the disciple who led the training team died.
Only he survived.
Yan He slumped his shoulders and sighed deeply.
He still forced himself to stay awake, took out a few bottles of pills from his storage bag, and presented them to Mei You with both hands.
"Friend Mei, if you need me in the future, I will be at your disposal."
Mei You heard this, his expression was complicated, "Why would I want your life?"
"No need for gifts of thanks. We are all fellow Taoists. It is my honor to be able to see them off on their final journey."
What you hold in your hands is not earth, but the road to the afterlife paved with blessings from the living.
Mei You has always been so free and easy, and lives so transparently.
But every silent move is just right, like water moistening the spring grass.
"Been taught a lesson."
Yan He pulled her lips together, "I've lived for so long, and I, as the eldest senior brother, don't understand it clearly."
Even his fellow disciples couldn't protect him.
If he had taken a tougher stance and forced the team to move to another training ground, these young lives would not have been buried under the ground.
Mei You shook his head, "You are just shouldering the responsibility."
As the eldest brother, he is the backbone of the sect and has a lot to consider.
It is impossible to cover everything.
Ren Wangzhu watched the two people chatting, and even his breathing became much calmer.
He tilted his head, his eyes gradually filled with admiration as he looked at Mei You intently.
"Friend Mei, you seem to have the same name."
Yan He also glanced sideways, now in a slightly better mood. He said sincerely, "Fellow Daoist Mei, if you join the sect, I will have to call you Senior Sister."
Only Yan He knew how much of the words were meant to poach people.
Mei You smiled and politely declined, "I'm used to being a free cultivator."
Ren Wangzhu stretched his head forward and said, "No matter where you are, I wish you, Daoist Fellow Mei You, a life without worries, just like your name."
Mei is worried, but not worried.
Mei You hooked the hanging part of the plain brocade scarf with her fingertips, rolled it up and then spread it out.
She whispered.
"The sweet potatoes are cooked."
With a push of the fire poker, the sweet potatoes rolled out of the fire.
Mei You was about to pick up the sweet potato that had rolled to her feet when a hand picked it up before her.
Even though Ren Wangzhu was so burned that he felt dizzy, he still gave Mei You a silly smile.
"Leave the task of peeling and roasting sweet potatoes tonight to me, and you guys will be responsible for eating them."
Mei You held up her face, looking at Ren Wangzhu who was so burned that he couldn't hold on, and couldn't help but remind him, "You can use spiritual power to block the heat."
Ren Wangzhu shook his head, "With the spiritual power separated, there's no atmosphere for eating sweet potatoes."
The authentic way to peel the sweet potato is to switch hands back and forth because of the burns, and then pinch off the skin at the moment of switching hands.
No matter how much he chattered, he never forgot to talk.
"Friend Mei, if my Senior Sister Yue Qian were here, I guarantee you wouldn't be bored. She's very nice."
Look, he's so dizzy from the heat, and he's talking like he's in his sleep.
"Senior Sister Yue Qian is so nice, she's pretty and gentle. Apart from the pain from the needles, everything else is fine. She also often leaves food for me."
"It would be great if you were all my senior sisters."
Solving the case is not just talking in a dream. Throwing out a string of prefixes will result in poaching people.
Ren Wangzhu is becoming more and more clever.
Mei You laughed, "Then you have to introduce me to her."
Mei You had the intention of teasing her, but did not directly tell her that she had any connection with Yue Qian.
Ren Wangzhu nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling, "Sure!"
Ren Wangzhu took out the corn husks he had peeled earlier, tore off pieces to make temporary bowls, and placed the peeled sweet potatoes on the husks.
"One for my uncle, one for me; one for my senior brother, one for me; one for my fellow Daoist Mei, one for me..."
"Hey, how can you divide it like that?" Yan He interrupted.
Not only do they have to poach people, but they also have to share the sweet potatoes without suffering any loss.
Ren Wangzhu blinked his wise eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
While the two were talking, Mei You and Ye Xingzhou had already finished their own meals and got new ones from Ren Wangzhu.
You are already eating sweet potatoes and still talking. Aren’t you just waiting for others to grab your share?
Yan He reacted and picked up her portion to eat.
Ren Wangzhu was anxious, but Ren Wangzhu always ate slowly, and even if he tried to protect the food, he couldn't stop Erkang's hand.
In addition to the sweet aroma, the sweet potatoes wrapped in corn leaves also have a unique corn fragrance.
On a cool autumn night with falling leaves, the warm sweet potatoes filled my stomach and most of the past fatigue disappeared.
Ye Xingzhou stretched and stood up, "I need to go to the bathroom."
"I'm going too."
Liu Guian followed closely.
Ye Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Liu Gui'an really never forgets his original intention.
The figures walked through the woods, one in front and one behind. The texture of the bark was different, and it felt a little rough when touched.
Ye Xingzhou leaned against a tree, listening to the approaching footsteps.
"What are you doing here with me?"
Liu Guian looked at Ye Xingzhou and said, "You want to ask me something in private."
"And quite clever."
One glance and you'll understand.
When Liu Guian heard Ye Xingzhou's praise, his drooping brows softened even more.
"My mother taught me well."
Ye Xingzhou said, "She's my mother when we meet."
Liu Guian smiled, "Fellow Daoist Ye is really interesting."
"Forget it." Ye Xingzhou rubbed his neck. "What's going on with that formation?"
"I've already answered."
Ye Xingzhou was stunned, and immediately realized what Liu Guian meant.
The formation to seal the evil spirit of the devil bones was taught by Liu Zhiyin.
Ye Xingzhou's doubts in his heart became even greater, "When did you teach him?"
"A long time ago."
Liu Zhiyin seemed to have anticipated that Liu Guian would take this step today.
Liu Guian's fingertips curled up a strand of black hair, "You have a senior brother who is a grass boy, right?"
"Um."
"I'm the same. I'm luckier than him. I didn't join the Hehuan Sect, but met my mother first."
Liu Gui'an looked up, his gaze passing through the leaves at the moon, and he spoke softly.
"The grass boy will fall asleep."
Under certain conditions, after a long period of dormancy, it is like returning to the seed state and starting to sprout again.
Liu Gui'an could only give intermittent clues. The clues were too obvious and the heavens would notice them. The rest could only be guessed by Ye Xingzhou himself.
However, he believed that Ye Xingzhou could guess roughly.
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