sun and moon return

Chapter 66 Qinyue Valley

"Can I not try?" Zheli weakly refused.

Wan Xiang smiled coquettishly: "I can't." She spread her palms as she spoke, a white porcelain bottle appeared in her hand, she took some light blue water-like potion from the bottle, and applied it on Zhe Li's nose, "This is a new hallucinogen I made recently. It can make people drunk and dreamy. After you use it, remember to tell me how it works."

Zheli only felt a faint fragrance coming from the tip of his nose, the fragrance was strong but not compelling, he couldn't smell what kind of fragrance it was, it just made his body feel comfortable, the pain on his body was much relieved, and he felt drowsy.

What he didn't know was that after Wan Xiang took the medicine, he used a sharp knife to cut off the carrion around his waist, and then applied it on him with a new medicine that could make his bones dry. Seeing the fresh blood ooze out, Wan Xiang Xiang put some anti-bleeding medicine powder and bandaged it carefully.

Zheli in his sleep, recalled the messy picture in his mind after falling into the river, and he thought about injustice.Thinking about my ridiculous life.

However, he had only been away for a few days, and he became sick with missing Feidao. If he could return to that person's embrace, even if it was death, he would be willing.

Why do you have to deliberately distance yourself, why do you want to be in vain? Now, in the face of life and death, what are these things?If he had known that he was going to die, maybe he would have chosen to confess his feelings and asked Feidao about the result.

But he thought again, what if he really did such a thing and the Tao couldn't accept it?I'm afraid that in the future I won't even be able to be a master and apprentice, because the Dao will hate me, and everyone will despise me.

He and Uncle Jiang are so well matched, after they get married, they will be in harmony with each other, which is envied by everyone.

Why do you feel sad...

Why is it a dead end...

why...

There was a warm and soft feeling on the lips, and Zheli responded greenly, like a kiss, light, gentle, and short.He opened his eyes, and Feidao's face was in front of him, and for some reason, it gradually became blurred...

Until everything returns to clear, there is nothing beside me except the sound of the wind and the singing of birds.

After watching a good show, Wan Xiang picked up the damp chopsticks in her hands: "It looks like Chunmeng... are you thirsty? I just fed you a little water, and it seems like I really want to drink again."

Zheli turned his back in humiliation, and shed tears uncontrollably.

Wan Xiang rubbed the rim of the teacup with her chopsticks intermittently: "Why are you crying? Does my medicine work? Does it satisfy you?"

"I miss my master." The young man remembered with a soft nasal voice, but Wan Xiang felt that she seemed to be bullying a child.

"Forget it, the medicine is applied, don't just lie down, like a dried flower, you only know how to bask in the sun, people who practice the Tao will always be able to use their spiritual power? If you don't work hard yourself, when will it be better? Could it be that you really don't want this bead?" Wan Xiang put down her teacup and walked away gracefully.

After tidying up his mood, Zheli felt that what Wan Xiang said was reasonable, so what could he do if he wanted to go wrong, the only one who could save him was himself.

After a few more days, Zheli's wound was growing gratifyingly, and the wound on his body was almost healed, and he was finally able to walk around.

Yuemo took care of it for a while, and the scars had disappeared. Zheli meditated in the forest every day and practiced. When he took a bath, he looked at the marks on his waist and sighed. He had also experienced life and death.

There were all kinds of flowers drying on the flower stand of Evening Fragrance, and when early autumn approached, she collected them all.

When she was busy, Zheli planned to take the opportunity to snatch back her Requiem Orb, but failed repeatedly. Wanxiang is a flower demon, her cultivation is unfathomable, and she can probably be compared with her master. If things go on like this, Zheli may It is to lose this bead.

But in the confrontation with Wanxiang, Zheli could also feel that his cultivation had improved.

The beads were hanging in the sachet around Wan Xiang's waist, Zhe Li stared at Wan Xiang's waist, a little lost in thought.

"Don't these flowers need to be dried?" Zheli asked.

"Well, enough drying, you can take it out and sell it."

"Sell?" Zheli was quite surprised, "Can you demons also do business? What can you do with these flowers?"

Wan Xiang collected the flowers and put them into her flower basket, the flower basket was not full, it should be something like a cosmic bag, it could hold a lot.

"In the human world, there are many things that need to be exchanged for money from the human world. In exchange for those things, I will sell some flowers and plants. This is fun and life." Wan Xiang turned her head to look He glanced at Zheli, "Of course, a silly child like you doesn't understand."

As she spoke, she shook her head in a mocking manner.

Zheli flattened his mouth: "Isn't it just to do business? What you said seems to be very remarkable."

"Oh?" Wan Xiang showed a treacherous smile again, "In that case, I'll leave this basket to you. It won't be sold out tomorrow, so don't come back!"

Zheli crossed his arms, rejection was written all over his body: "I don't."

Wan Xiang's smile immediately showed a hint of terror: "Do you think you have a choice? You are my man now, whether you are a coolie or a tool, you can't refuse."

"Then return the pearl to me." Zheli stretched out his hand towards Wanxiang.

Wan Xiang smiled provocatively: "Take it back and it's yours."

Wan Xiang's cultivation was very high, and with Zhe Li's current half-baked level, it would probably be difficult to snatch the Requiem Orb back from her in an open and honest manner.

Zorei sighed and wandered around the yard.

This was the first time he took a serious look at Wan Xiang's small building after waking up. The middle of the first floor was the lobby, the right side was the kitchen, and the left side looked like a study. She lived in the room on the second floor to the left.

There are many flowers and plants planted in the yard, all of which are very well raised.

Zorei secretly opened the door of the study.

The Qinyue Valley was originally covered by towering trees, and the study was a little dark. Looking around, it was obvious that this place was not loved by the owner, and there was a thin layer of dust.

Zheli covered his mouth and nose, walked in lightly, and saw a strange landscape painting hanging on the wall to the left of the door.

The painting was yellowed and covered with a layer of dust, so it was not very real, but with just one glance, Zheli felt a sense of familiarity rushing towards his face.

It was as if he had seen that painting somewhere before.

In the lower left corner of the painting, there is a small group of red that is particularly conspicuous. No matter how mottled other colors are, only that bright red color seems to be able to penetrate dust and time, which is very eye-catching.

Zheli leaned over and took a closer look, it looked like a butterfly.

This butterfly is also very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before, Zheli held up the corner of his clothes, intending to wipe the dust for a closer look, but he heard a creaking sound from the window next to him.

Zheli was attracted by the creaking sound, looked sideways, and saw Wanxiang standing outside, staring at him with half of her face gloomily exposed, her eyes that were always dripping did not move, which frightened Zheli half to death. .

Not long after, Zheli escaped from the study room wisely, Wanxiang stared at him with her arms folded, still smiling maliciously, so he had no choice but to hug his arms to suppress the discomfort, far away from the small building, and ran Went out to the yard.

The next day, Zheli was coerced and lured by Wanxiang to sell flowers in a nearby town.

This town is called Fengyu City, and it is small and large. Every year, a festival is held near the Mid-Autumn Festival. There is a family in the town who is in charge of the festival. The surname is He, and the daughter of the family works as a witch all the year round.

Zheli followed Wanxiang wandering in the street, Wanxiang was very handsome and often attracted attention, the two found an open space on the side of the street, spread out a white cloth, and placed those flowers, naturally, all these tasks were done by Zheli Yes, Wanxiang took out a recliner out of nowhere and lay down beside her.

Those flowers were of excellent quality, and soon attracted many boudoir women, rushing to look at them first.In addition to fresh flowers, there are dried flowers and special flower sachets beside them, which are exquisite in workmanship.

Soon there was a circle of people in front of the stall.

Wan Xiang savored the pastries she bought at some unknown time with satisfaction, like a noble lady.

Hearing someone asking about the price, Zheli turned his head to ask Wanxiang, facing these girls alone, his ears were filled with all kinds of voices, he was at a loss what to do.

Wan Xiang got off the deck chair in distaste, walked into the crowd, and priced the items on the stall one by one.

Zhe Li was looking forward to her radiant appearance, and without anyone noticing, he reached out and took the sachet from her waist, unwrapped it, and found that there was only a stone in it!

Zheli raised his head, Wanxiang looked at him rather funny, as if to say that you are still a little tender.

Zhe Li threw the sachet on the ground, out of breath.

Wan Xiang suddenly stopped her smile, her face turned cold, and she turned her head to see that there seemed to be nothing wrong with the crowd who were picking flowers. The sachet has already been taken away.

Zhe Li sat on Wan Xiang's chair, dejected, and saw someone handing over a sachet. The man's hand was well-articulated and very beautiful. The pink sachet looked petite and cute in his hand.

Zheli raised his head, the man lowered his eyes, looked at him coldly, the noise around him seemed to disappear for a moment, the only thing he saw was this person, and the only thing he heard was his heart.

The man was stunned when he saw Zheli, then reached out his hand to take out the contents of the bag with a cold face, threaded it with the silk thread of spiritual power, and leaned over to hang it back on Zheli's neck.

Zheli stepped back unconsciously.

"Don't move." was an undeniable order.

Breathing close to his ears, his face was flushed red, Zheli looked at his side face, couldn't help but leaned back, and the whole person fell into the reclining chair.

"See how scared I am?"

The voices from all around finally reached my ears again, and Zheli shivered and got up from the reclining chair: "Xiao...Mr. Xiao..."

Feidao gave him a hand with a half-smile, "What a coincidence."

"What kind of drama are you two reuniting with old friends at my old lady's booth? What a coincidence, no book writer in the world is as coincidental as you." Wan Xiangxiang kept staring at Feidao.

"Business is over?" Zheli cleared his mind and said, watching the crowd scared away by Wanxiang.

Wan Xiang glanced back, feeling even more annoyed in her heart, she laughed back angrily: "It's really good, I can get back the debt that day."

Feidao looked up at Wanxiang: "Long time no see."