Chapter 60 Dogtail Grass Shakes
"I'm back."
Qiu Wuji opened the door and walked in, holding the vegetables he had just bought in one hand and a roll of rice paper in the other. His fingers were hooked on a plastic bag containing a brush and ink.
Chu Ge hurried over to take the things: "You're carrying so many things, so you don't need to buy groceries. Just order takeout."
"I don't like what's made outside." Qiu Wuji rummaged around in the vegetable bag and took out a piece of dogtail grass.
Chu Ge watched her take out another small bag of soil like a magic trick, took a disposable plastic cup from the coffee table, poured the soil into it, and then inserted some foxtail grass and placed it on the windowsill.
Chu Ge: "...too fairy-like."
Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes at him and said, "You are just a dogtail grass, you deserve this."
"Didn't you say you wanted to live comfortably? How did you become my match?"
"Yeah, I look at a dogtail grass every day anyway, so it doesn't matter if I look at one more. This one looks better when it returns to its original state."
Chu Ge didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are hurting the enemy by a thousand while hurting yourself by eight hundred..."
"Isn't this still two hundred dollars?"
Chu Ge hesitated to speak. If you really become a match with me in the future, it will be a loss to yourself, Master of Dogtail Grass.
Qiu Wuji didn't know whether he understood the meaning or not. Anyway, he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He cleared the dining table and covered it with rice paper.
Chugo stood aside and watched curiously.
He didn't write that Qiu Wuji had practiced calligraphy and painting. If he was too versatile, it would be a bug. Qiu Wuji probably didn't learn it outside the plot. But regardless of practice, just talking about calligraphy, an old man who lived for 10,000 years in the ancient world must have first-rate calligraphy, much better than his own dog-pawing handwriting, and it is pleasing to the eye.
She did not write the poem from which her name came from, but the famous Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of a Butterfly: "Once upon a time, Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was a butterfly, fluttering about like a butterfly, and thought himself contented! He did not know that he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up, and found himself Zhuang Zhou. He did not know whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed that it was Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly must be different."
Chu Ge looked at him in surprise: "You have read so many books without realizing it? You even read Zhuangzi..."
"Well, didn't you say last time that I branded a lot of books to read?" Qiu Wuji said as he wrote, "I told you before that I wanted to read the Taoist scriptures of this world. I searched a little on the Internet. Let's not talk about the Taoist scriptures for now. Laozi and Zhuangzi are really sages."
Chu Ge felt very ashamed. Everyone went online, but others were searching for Lao Zhuang, while he was searching for license plates.
It is normal that she would be particularly touched by the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly. For her, isn’t her current experience similar to Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly?
"Do you think my experience is similar to Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly?" Qiu Wuji said calmly, "In fact, there is more."
Chugochi asked, "What?"
"When I read this story, I even wondered, did you create me, or did I imagine a creator god because I was pursuing the way of heaven?"
Chugo's eyes widened in surprise.
What were you thinking about when you wrote that chapter?
After Qiu Wuji finished writing the last stroke, he looked at himself and said with a smile: "Yes, the words of the ancient sages are spiritual. Even if I don't know how to write, this scroll hanging in the hall will have the power of protection."
"No, the one you just mentioned..."
"Oh, I was just kidding." Qiu Wuji said casually, "From what I have seen and heard these days, I know that you can indeed imagine our world through various knowledge, but my knowledge is definitely not enough to imagine your world, so of course it is impossible for me to imagine it. It's just that this idea is very interesting, isn't it?"
Chu Ge sighed, "Indeed... I just didn't expect you to think of the same thing as me. But let me be clear, ordinary people like us are just thinking about these things for fun, but it's hard to say for you cultivators, it's easy to get too deep into it. Once you get too deep into this kind of thing, it's easy to get mentally ill, so don't think too much about it in the future."
Qiu Wuji laughed: "Now that I have confirmed it, why should I think more? We cultivators are purer than you. Just like you and I think of the same thing, I am trying to explore the truth, what is your purpose?"
"Uh..." Chu Ge changed the subject awkwardly: "You said this word has a protective effect?"
Qiu Wuji was too lazy to argue with him, so he changed the subject: "Although I don't study calligraphy, all things in the world are one, and the power of magic is inherent. It will always be effective. Hanging this calligraphy in the living room can roughly have a psychedelic effect on intruders, which can be considered a protection."
Chu Ge asked, "You haven't considered building a defense system before, why did you suddenly consider it?"
"I am decorating the house, and protection is just a side job. Besides..." Qiu Wuji frowned slightly, "Today I found that the supernatural powers in this world are very interesting. They actually work on me. I don't know how they work... Anyway, we can't underestimate them. It's better to take some protective measures."
Chu Ge was shocked: "You just went out to pick some dogtail grass and you were attacked by a supernatural power?"
"It's not an attack... it's just that I saw it. Maybe this is what you call the protagonist's luck?" Qiu Wuji laughed: "I am the heroine, right?"
Chu Ge: “…”
I also saw it today, but I was beaten for being out of context. Is this retribution or the protagonist's luck?
We actually saw other people's superpowers on the same day. This is fate, right? Chu Ge was happy and said with a smile: "It's good that it's not an attack... What superpower actually worked on you?"
Qiu Wuji's beautiful eyes moved around, staring at his face for a moment, but in the end she said nothing and walked into the kitchen leisurely: "I'm cooking, you go do what you need to do."
This face is more pleasing to the eye, and he is quite handsome even without any writing.
Chu Ge didn't write any more, but followed in happily, "I updated twice this morning. Even though I was scolded for being a taciturn person, I still need to take a break and combine work and rest."
"Okay, I know you are an M. I told you to rest but you insisted on working. Wash the rice."
Chu Ge: "..."
You already know how to use the M word?
Qiu Wuji started washing the vegetables himself and said casually: "That's good, so I don't have to hide in the house and see nothing."
Chu Ge smiled and said, "If I say I haven't seen it for a long time, would you believe me..."
"What does it have to do with me? You've already given up on cleaning up, haven't you? What else is there to explain?"
"I'll have to explain it when I get the chance." Chu Ge was washing rice and suddenly smiled and said, "I have a good news. You will be happy to hear it."
Qiu Wuji asked curiously: "What?"
"They thought you were a copycat reader of Book Autumn."
"Isn't this a very normal guess? Who would really think that was the real Qiu Wuji..."
"The key is that they don't think you look like one." Chu Ge smiled and poured rice into the rice cooker: "Do you think that's a good thing?"
Qiu Wuji stopped washing the vegetables and became a little absent-minded.
Of course it’s a good thing, which means that you are increasingly moving away from a set label?
The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile unconsciously, but she said: "What's there to be happy about? Isn't this a matter of course for me?"
Chu Ge: "..."
Damn, such a tsundere.
Qiu Wuji started cutting vegetables.
Chu Ge was stunned for a moment: "No more magic?"
Qiu Wuji said: "Just experience it more carefully. If it's too hasty, it loses its interest."
Do you think this is more interesting? I think so too.
Chu Ge looked at Qiu Wuji wearing an apron and preparing dishes, and really wanted to hug her from behind, but he didn't dare.
I could only reluctantly turn my head and ask: "How much water should I put in this rice?"
"It's a little bit too much, right..."
In the small kitchen, one person was preparing rice and the other was preparing dishes. No one spoke for a while, only the sound of running water and the sound of knives cutting on the chopping board, interweaving into the notes of home.
The foxtail grass on the windowsill swayed in the wind, just like Chu Ge's mood at the moment.
"I'll finish coding the chapter this afternoon... let's go out and play in the evening?" he suddenly said.
Qiu Wuji asked curiously: "Why do you suddenly think of this? What's so fun about it?"
"I realized that I haven't had any fun with you in such a long time...something that modern girls should experience."
Thanks to a silly vibrator for being cute, and thanks to Lin and Qilin for the 1500 reward...
(End of this chapter)
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