little spicy jiao

Chapter 65

In Zhenxiu Building, just after Bie Hejian finished his sarcastic words, Mo Jiaojiao turned his head and stared at it, his big black eyes were very transparent, unblinking.

He looks cute and cute, and he is young, so staring at people for such a long time is not unpleasant, but the child's suspicious eyes are so simple and straightforward that Bie Hejian is a little bit embarrassed when he is stared at. guilty conscience.

Mo Jiaojiao looked at Bie Hejian for a while, then turned his head to look at Shen Siyuan in the same way, and asked softly: "Why do you say that Jiaojiao is a vinegar jar? Jiaojiao is a pepper."

Ancestor Hongshan often played with Mo Jiaojiao while cooking, and children have naturally heard of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Shen Siyuan was under a lot of pressure from being stared at, couldn't help but smiled wryly, and surrendered: "The word jealousy means that you are innocent and know that it is not a bad thing to miss the person who cares about you the most."

"Really?" Mo Jiaojiao tilted his head in doubt, still obediently looking at the young man with a sick face.

Shen Siyuan had no choice but to recruit the on-duty disciples of Zhenxiu Building, and asked them for a plate of freshly made mango cakes, pushed it in front of the child, and changed the subject: "Little baby, do you want cakes? Mango cakes!"

The steaming pastries are made into animal shapes that children love. They look small and exquisite, and you can smell the fragrance of mangoes from far away.

Mo Jiaojiao watched eagerly, but slowly shook his head, "Jiaojiao doesn't eat."

Although children say that anger comes and goes quickly, Mo Jiaojiao is not an ordinary child. Once he thinks about something, he will definitely not forget it until he solves it.The child still remembered that Dugu Jiu didn't say goodbye to him, and he didn't even want to use the pastry Shen Siyuan gave him.

"Jiao Jiao, Master Uncle cares about and loves you the most." Lian Yunshan finally stopped watching the show, and persuaded in a gentle voice: "If you don't eat, Master Uncle Chongrong will be unhappy if he finds out, and will feel that Jiao Jiao is not taking good care of himself .That's not a good boy, don't you think?"

Mo Jiaojiao lowered his head when he heard the words, clenched his mouth in aggrieved thought for a while, and nodded obediently.

He picked up the spoon and carefully cut the mango cake that Lian Yunshan put into his bowl, and carefully blew on it before stuffing it into his mouth.

Shen Siyuan found it interesting, so he poured hot tea and put it next to the child, and asked, "Aren't Jiao Jiao angry?"

Mo Jiaojiao held the cup and drank the tea, feeling the taste was good, took a few more sips, and answered honestly after quenching his thirst: "Jiujiu didn't say goodbye to Jiaojiao, but Jiujiu is still the best person to me. Be obedient."

After finishing speaking, Mo Jiaojiao ignored others and continued to cut his pastry.

Due to illness, Shen Siyuan had a very poor appetite, so he put down his chopsticks after eating only a bowl of soup, and watched the child calmly while holding tea.Seeing that Mo Jiaojiao had been biting the pastry for a long time and still had a small face, and the taste was like chewing wax, he suddenly thought of the fact that children have no sense of taste, and felt pity in his heart.

***

During the lunch break, Mo Jiaojiao admitted that he couldn't sleep in bed, so he followed Lian Yunshan to the herbal garden in advance, and stayed in the attic where Lian Yunshan taught obediently to memorize.The child's soft and childish voice slowly climbed out of the window sill from the silent room, spilling over the vibrant medicine field, attracting those who listened to stop for a long time.

When Lian Yunshan came out of the medicine garden, he found a tall and straight figure standing quietly outside the door. He was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to pay respects, and asked in a low voice, "Master uncle came to visit Jiaojiao? He was reciting in the back room."

Dugu Jiu nodded slightly, glanced at the young man coldly, then continued to look back at the child holding a book in the room, and asked in a deep voice: "Is lunch ready for lunch?"

"Use it." Lian Yunshan quickly replied, "Jiao Jiao didn't want to eat at first, but later Master Shen ordered a plate of mango cakes, and Jiao Jiao ate four yuan. His disciple took him to take a nap just now, and Jiao Jiao said he would sleep on the bed Can't sleep."

"Yeah." Dugu Jiu stared at Mo Jiaojiao in the room for a while, then turned and left after a moment of contemplation, leaving only one sentence, "You don't need to tell him about my visit."

Lian Yunshan bowed in response, after thinking about it, he still didn't understand the reason why Sword Master Chongrong did this, so he had to put this matter behind him, and went into the room to prepare for the afternoon lecture.

Mo Jiaojiao had the Enlightenment Curse on his body, and was supported by the Great Desolation Array, and he could never forget the book when he recited it. In less than half an hour, the child had completed the task assigned by the ancestor Hong Yu, and happily stuffed the book back In the storage bracelet, he followed Lian Yunshan to the medicine garden.

Lian Yunshan has loved planting herbs since he was a child, and in alchemy, he has received the true instruction of Fairy Hongyan, so he manages all the medicine gardens in the Tianyan Sword Sect.

Mo Jiaojiao followed behind the young man, listening to the gentle voice above his head explaining the growth habits and specific medicinal effects of various herbs, and repeating in his small mouth, carefully approaching those herbs while reading, and sniffing carefully. The different smells emitted by the herbs, and finally remember the corresponding taste and the name of the herb.

After Lian Yunshan finished speaking, he turned around and saw the child's movements. He couldn't help smiling and asked, "Mo Jiaojiao, do you remember the medicinal herbs I just mentioned?"

"Remember." Mo Jiaojiao raised his head and replied.

"Very good." Lian Yunshan thought for a while, pointed to the lavender jade disc-shaped flower that was half a person tall in front of him, and asked, "Then what is the function of this sunflower?"

"This is not a sunflower. It's a sunflower." Mo Jiaojiao leaned over and sniffed it, and said accurately: "The sunflower will follow the sun, and this moonflower will follow the direction of the big moon. The direction of the moonlight. If it blooms, pick it off before it rains, because when it rains it cannot see the moon and will wither."

Lian Yunshan was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Then, do you remember the specific function of the moon-covering grass?"

"Remember." Mo Jiaojiao stood up straight, Xiaopang put his hands on his back neatly, not quite understanding the reason why the young man was so excited, and whispered:

"Moon-covered grass is mainly used to make soul-returning incense. It is mixed with sunflowers, Kuishan roots, and spiritual spring water, and then refined with three-thirds of the ground fire from the clear water source. It takes five days and nights. The soul-returning incense can make the soul leave the body of a mortal. The soul returns to its place and brings the dead back to life, but few people in the cultivation world use it, because monks use the soul-returning incense to change their fate against the sky, and he himself will not die well. Therefore, the soul-returning incense is mainly used by ghost cultivators to guide lost souls and bring them Back to the ghost world."

"Very good." Lian Yunshan's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he praised: "Jiao Jiao is the first monk who can accurately identify the sunflower. Strictly speaking, the shape of the moonflower is exactly the same as that of the sunflower, and there is no Any smell. Therefore, to distinguish them, monks can only use a spirit beast called the medicinal fragrance beast."

As the young man spoke, he opened his left hand, which was originally hidden in his sleeve. In his palm lay a very small spirit beast, which looked very similar to a sparrow.

"This is the herbal-scented beast. Their race has always been difficult to reproduce. Now there are no more than ten medicinal-scented beasts in the cultivation world." Lian Yunshan squatted down in front of Mo Jiaojiao, and handed the spirit beast to the child, explaining : "The herbal beasts are gifted as their name suggests. They can smell the unique aroma of medicinal herbs, which is impossible for monks to do anyway. Jiaojiao, can you tell me how you distinguish moonflowers from sunflowers? "

Mo Jiaojiao looked at the little bird in the young man's hand in a dazed way, opened his eyes wide and stared at it, then took a step back innocently, pinching the bow on his little red robe at a loss Said: "Herbal medicine, the taste is different."

"You mean, you can smell medicinal herbs just like the medicinal beast?" Lian Yunshan asked.

"Yes." Mo Jiaojiao replied timidly, obviously not understanding the difference between himself and others, he looked around blankly, and said softly: "The herbs here have different tastes. Some are like cakes, some It's like the calming incense at nine or nine o'clock."

"Very good." Lian Yunshan could hardly control his joy, he praised the child again, but managed to suppress the enthusiasm in his heart, stood up and continued to explain the functions of the medicinal herbs.

Only this time, he intentionally introduced many medicinal herbs with extremely complex and rare functions, and the child was able to memorize them all and identify them one by one, which is really amazing.

The herbal medicine class lasted for an hour and a half. After the end, Mo Jiaojiao followed Lian Yunshan to the sword garden.

Tianyan Sword Sect is the largest sect in the cultivation world, and all of them are sword cultivators. Therefore, beginners have to practice sword hard every day after class. If they fail to meet the assessment standards at the end of the month, they will be sent to an outer sect to practice from scratch. , without exception.

Mo Jiaojiao was also assigned a bronze sword, and was swinging it around earnestly with the small sword.His task is to complete a thousand swings, and he cannot leave school until he completes it.

It was the patriarch Hongyu Patriarch who taught the child how to learn the sword. The old man stood next to the child and corrected the posture of holding the sword. He stopped talking and just watched quietly while pulling his beard.

Shen Siyuan has been busy investigating the alliance between Zixiao Sect and Fenxiang Valley recently, so he happened to find out some clues at this moment, so he came to the Sword Garden to look for Patriarch Hongyu.

He stood aside and looked at Mo Jiaojiao who was wielding the sword for a while, then shook his head and said, "This aptitude... is terrible. The moves are too slow and lack the power they should have."

Ancestor Hongyu turned his head and glared at him, and said angrily, "Have you ever seen a monster who is suitable for practicing swords? He is a chili plant that doesn't like murder, it's not easy to be willing to use a sword here."

Shen Siyuan couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing when he heard the words, said: "It's really not easy to say that. But, how could this Chongrong want Mo Jiaojiao to practice sword? It's impossible for him to learn it."

The reason why the monster clan has never been in contact with the monks is because the practice of the clan has its own cause and effect. The way of swordsmanship, alchemy, and even Buddhism practiced by the monks is useless to the monster clan. ontology.

Patriarch Hongyu sighed, and said: "Uncle Master, how could he not know this... It's just that Jiao Jiao is now a disciple of the Tianyan Sword Sect, so he should learn the way of swordsmanship. If he doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, it's hard for him to go out to practice in the future. He used the monster clan skills to fight against people?"

"So that's how it is." Shen Siyuan's expression became serious when he heard the words, "Sooner or later, this little baby will go out to practice, the monster clan's attack skills are different, if he can kill the enemy, it's okay, if he can't..."

The fact that Shentuzi is still alive must be known to everyone.

"Then let's practice." Shen Siyuan sighed helplessly after trying to get through the key point, "However, is it too much to swing a sword a thousand times? He is only 11 years old."

Patriarch Hongyu stroking his beard and turning his head away, said: "You can't blame us old men for what Master Chongrong decides."

Seeing this, Shen Siyuan glanced sympathetically at Mo Jiaojiao who was wielding the sword, and walked away resentfully.He doesn't want to go against Chong Rong.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't notice the two departed elders at all, and only gestured with the heavy bronze sword.

He was weak, and his back was already drenched in sweat after swinging five hundred times. His little face was flushed, and his slightly curly hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. The child took a deep breath, adjusted his posture and continued to swing the sword.

Seeing his limp movements, the disciples who were practicing together couldn't help whispering among themselves. Among them, a delicate little girl watched the child for a long time, and murmured: "I used to learn history and herbs so well, how could I just scratch my sword once I practiced?" Itchy? Even this aptitude can enter the Tianyan Sword Sect? It's not as good as my family's servant..."

Mo Jiaojiao was wiping his sweat with a small handkerchief, stopped when he heard this, put on the handkerchief, turned around and changed direction, and continued to swing his sword.

It wasn't until the thousandth swing that he put the bronze sword back into the storage bracelet, wiped the sweat off his face indiscriminately, and walked out along the path with a little weakness in his legs and feet.And the ancestor Hongyu was still discussing matters with Shen Siyuan, so he didn't have time to come out to take him.

When Bie Hejian went out to let the wind come back, the child was nowhere to be found.