Every time you go out, there are treasures delivered to your door

Knowing that Feng Wuxiu did not miss Liao Qing's life like other disciples, Mu Xirong was relieved.

Liao Qing is not just a title, but Elder Liao's real surname is Liao Mingqing. Mu Xirong vaguely heard that Elder Liao had some unsatisfactory things in the past. As a powerful man in the emptiness period, he also has the meaning of living in seclusion in the Cangjian Sect. The sect master is also in the void stage now, and the two are the only void stage of the Cangjian Sect. As for the old monsters who are retreating in the back mountain and want to be promoted to a higher level, it is not counted, after all, they have not come out for thousands of years , the door can only ensure that they are still alive, but even if the door is destroyed, they will not be able to call out those closed ancestors.

Although he didn't stay in Danfeng for long, but because Mu Xirong took Feng Wuxiu to see the scenery slowly, it was already dinner time when he got back, and Mu Xirong put Feng Wuxiu on the small stool by the kitchen door again.

For dinner, I made ginseng soup as usual, and also fried a piece of braised zhi meat, served with snow-white and plump white rice, which whetted Feng Wuxiu's appetite.

After wiping his mouth after eating, Feng Wuxiu began to order tomorrow's menu, and said with [-] brightly: "Tomorrow, I also want braised zhi meat, and the silver-white fish I saw today, um, the lotus leaf steamed rice at noon Also."

Mu Xirong squatted down and touched Feng Wuxiu's round belly, and there was no ups and downs in her voice with a touch of helplessness: "Are you sure you can eat?"

"Hmm..." Feng Wuxiu thought for a while in distress, and said, "It can be eaten in two meals."

"it is good."

After going out for a walk, Feng Wuxiu nodded in satisfaction when he saw that the puppet had rectified and looked a little bit alive but not barren.

Because I stayed on the spirit ship for a day, and I was walking the mountain road and visiting, so I yawned before it was dark, and Mu Xirong also carried him to take a bath and sleep. When the child fell asleep, Mu Xirong crossed his legs Sit at the end of the bed and start practicing breathing.

Before dawn the next day, Mu Xirong really ran down the mountain to catch Feng Wuxiu to catch small whitebait and sprinkle it with tempeh to make breakfast, and Feng Wuxiu ate it with gruel with great relish.

Because Feng Wuxiu chose Danxiu at the Zhou banquet, and Elder Liao also expressed his intention to guide, Feng Wuxiu was sent to Elder Liao by Mu Xirong for guidance after almost having breakfast a few days later, and then picked up before dinner. return.

Such a young child can't actually guide him. After all, he doesn't even have Qi to enter his body. Without Qi in his body, he can't feel the medicinal properties, so Elder Liao didn't say anything. "To Feng Wuxiu.

Elder Liao is not that kind of perfunctory, but he does what he says, and he is really dedicated when he says he wants to guide, so dedicated that Feng Wuxiu has a feeling that his mind has never been free, and he is mentally exhausted every day. Mu Xirong took it back, her whole body listless.

Elder Liao always breaks down the knowledge, such as why the ice grass grows in the ice and snow, what are the identification methods and characteristics, and why the pure heart and condensed energy have a certain effect on the demons, etc., Feng Wuxiu is indeed among them Benefited a lot.

So when Feng Wuxiu left Cangjian faction and returned to Feng's house, he had already divided the "Compendium of Grass and Trees" into three brick-thick volumes by heart, so that even if he saw the weeds on the roadside, he would involuntarily pop up in his mind. The name, habit, function and usage of that grass.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

I still live a small and transparent life in Feng's house. I should eat and drink, and no one comes to trouble me or play with me. It can be said to be so boring that I don't want to entertain myself too much He took it for granted, and by the way, tested his aptitude half a year later. The result was neither good nor bad, but rather mediocre. Compared with his sister Feng Qingyue, it was completely dusted.

The author has something to say: growing up in the next chapter, maybe you shouldn't write about childhood? !Pinch it【Thinking Face.jpg】

No outline, visually write [-] to [-] words? ? ?I have a lot of things to do recently but I have no motivation to do anything, delaying the advanced stage of cancer (:з」∠)_