Liu Liang knew that Qingyue was angry, but she didn't dare to say anything and just ate in silence.
But she couldn't help it again.
"Master, why don't you let me bring the mirror again?"
"The extra ones are worthless." Qingyue really didn't understand why she had such a stupid apprentice.
“If it’s available everywhere, can we exchange it for something good?”
Moreover, he is the only one who has that big one. For others, forget about it. He will bring all the old guys here and let them take a good look at his big bronze mirror. Oh, and also the vegetables grown outside that are not available anywhere else.
"Master, you're not angry with me?"
Liu Jing asked carefully. It was because Qingyue had really scared her and left with a flick of his sleeves. She thought their relationship as master and disciple was over.
"What are you angry about?"
Qingyue put a large amount of food into her bowl with her chopsticks and said, "No matter how untalented you are, you are still my only disciple. I am old and no longer feel like accepting any more disciples."
"Besides, if I kick you out, who's going to cook this meal? And how am I going to see those good things on TV back there?"
If he had the good fortune to see something that would appear a thousand years later, he would have no regrets even if he died in this life.
Besides, they are just two storage rings. What’s wrong if a kid likes them?
It is good to have no desires, but it is better to have a fresh disciple.
"Girl, tell me, why do you want an extra storage ring?"
Qingyue asked Liu Liang, one is enough to hold all your things. Although the quality of this thing would drop from the top to the lowest quality after Liu Liang brought it back to that era, it is still enough to hold things.
He wanted two more. It wasn't that he didn't want to give them to Liu Liang, but he just felt it was a pity. After all, they were top-quality items, and he still felt sad to see them destroyed.
"I want to give it to someone."
Liu Liang clenched the ring in her hand, and her heart softened.
"Who are you sending it to?"
When Qingyue heard that the disciple was being given away as a gift, she felt that her teaching was not in vain, at least he was not taking the cake for herself.
As for who to send it to, Qingyue thought, it should be for her mother?
Liu Liang placed her hands on her chest. Every time she thought of this, her heart would not only soften, but also ache, as well as that inexplicable feeling of soreness and swelling. She rarely mentioned it and rarely thought about it.
She just kept all of this in her heart because she wanted to give him the best.
It’s best if it’s something unique in this world.
And something like this shouldn't be bad, she thought.
Things from another world, no one else has them except her.
And who should I send it to?
Liu Liang placed her hands on her chest, and suddenly felt a slight sourness in her nose, and a slow bitterness stung the corners of her eyes.
"To the person who buried me in my previous life."
Although she didn't know the man's name or even what he looked like, she remembered his voice. She thought that she would be able to find him and recognize him, and she would definitely not make a mistake.
Qingyue piled a bunch of dishes into her bowl, picked up the bowl and went outside to eat.
He sat in the field that Liu Liang had opened up. Although this apprentice was stupid and dull, he was still not wrong about him.
Inside the house, Liu Liang collected all the dishes and chopsticks, took them to the kitchen, washed them with mountain spring water, and then made a pot of tea for Qingyue. The tea here is much better than that in their era. Things that are nourished by spiritual energy are naturally not comparable to ordinary things.
Therefore, she never thought of bringing the tea from their era, but she did bring a set of small tea sets, which was beyond the reach of the craftsmanship of this era. Qingyue liked it very much.
Sometimes he could spend a whole day with a pot of tea. Liu Jing also bought him a lot of books, all in traditional Chinese. Qingyue couldn't understand the simplified Chinese, but the traditional Chinese ones were roughly the same as the words here.
Although I don't know what kind of time and space the Tianyuan Continent is in, the same characters and customs can be seen, and they should actually be from the same clan.
Qingyue was lying in a rocking chair, flipping through a book. On the table next to her was a pot of tea and a plate of fish skin peanuts, which were much more delicious than peanuts.
He threw a fish skin peanut into his mouth. The book in his hand was Journey to the West, which he was also reading with fascination.
If people knew how he lived, there would be people who would want to strangle him to death.
As for Liu Liang, she is now reviewing the courses for the college entrance examination. She also wants to finish reading at least half of the book within this month. By the time she comes next time, the courses for the second year of high school should be finished.
A month later, Liu Liang had built racks for cucumbers and tomatoes, and planted some small seedlings. They should be grown by the time she comes next time.
She told Qingyue to water the fields, otherwise the vegetable seedlings would die of drought.
Qingyue agreed readily. As for whether he could water the plants or not, it was not a big deal. He could just find someone to water them.
As soon as Liu Liang opened her eyes, she was at her home. It was already around nine o'clock in the morning, and she could still hear the sound of the TV outside.
Zhou Lanping is still watching TV outside. She thinks Liu Jing is studying hard. After all, the curriculum for the third year of junior high school is very heavy now.
So she never disturbed Liu Jing, but she didn't know that Liu Jing had just returned from a trip, and had been away for a month.
Liu Liang stretched out her hand, with two rings placed in her palm. They were ordinary yet unique. The ordinary ones had no shape, but the unique ones had some complicated patterns. No one knew what they meant, but she knew there was some strange mystery.
After putting the two rings on the table, Liu Liang opened the drawer and took out the needle and thread from it. She took out the needle and pricked her finger.
You have to be ruthless to prick your finger. Although you can see people biting their fingers easily on TV, Liu Liang couldn't do it.
So she had to use a needle. Fortunately, she inserted the needle very hard. As soon as her finger hurt, blood started to come out.
The needle hole seemed a little small, and only half a drop of blood came out.
She had no choice but to be ruthless again, and this time she was really ruthless, and drops of blood came out one by one.
Don't waste it.
Liu Liang dripped blood on one of the rings, and the blood immediately seeped in. The ring then emitted a faint halo of light. Liu Liang felt the ring go from cold to warm, and then there was a very wonderful connection.
With a loud bang, her head seemed to have something broken open, and then took root and sprouted, with branches entwined and leaves connected to each other, and finally completely merged with her body.
The space in the ring is indeed not big, but it is about fifty square meters, which can hold a lot of things.
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