Can Haruki rely on it?

In the cold winter, as long as it is sunny, it will be very warm.

Jiang Muyuan was wearing thick clothes, but the occasional wind blew through his clothes spared no effort to get into his neck. He looked up at the sky, "Wuqing, I can't wait for the next spring. When the time comes, you will be here Plant a willow tree next to my grave, so I won't be so lonely."

"I will." Wuqing said with some difficulty.At first I thought it was just a transaction, but I didn't know when I gave my sincerity, and I couldn't take it back.

"Wuqing, in the next life...will you still come to me?" Jiang Muyuan looked up at Wuqing, and before Wuqing could speak, he hurriedly said: "It's better not to come, in case I don't know you when the time comes You, what are you going to do? So, don't come to me, although I will miss you very much. "

"Fool." Wuqing sighed softly, and embraced his thin body in her arms.

Father Jiang finally invited the Taoist priest.The two were exchanging greetings in the main hall, and the Taoist could tell at a glance that he had something to ask for, otherwise how could he find him in a hurry.And I also promised back then that if there is any difficulty, I can come to him.

After questioning, Father Jiang talked about what happened recently, and finally added: "Mumu's health seems to be getting worse and worse recently."

The Taoist pondered for a moment, "Can you take me to see them?"

"Alas!" Jiang's father sighed, "I saw them that day... so together we used family law and said some harsh words to Mumu, I'm afraid I want to see him when he's sick. me!"

The Taoist waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I just need to look at it from a distance."

"That's fine, if you see something, don't take it to heart, children are ignorant..."

"Master Jiang, don't worry." The Taoist nodded slightly, "You don't have to worry about it."

The sun was a bit dazzling this day, but it was very warm after all, Jiang Muyuan took Wuqing to the yard to bask in the sun.Sitting lazily on the chair, his forehead suddenly freezes, before he can open his eyes, the place that was cold just now became hot again, Wuqing gently kissed a little bit of ice and snow that fell there.Jiang Muyuan opened his eyes, and saw Wuqing's gracefully curved jaw. He stretched out his hand to support the smooth skin, Wuqing left his forehead, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes met for a moment.The two lips met, extremely hot in this cold winter, this kiss lasted for a long time, but it did not contain any lust.Wuqing gently picked up Jiang Muyuan and held her in her arms.

Embracing each other quietly, as if there were only the two of them left in the world.

Father Jiang, who witnessed the whole process, had blue veins on his forehead jumping up, and was about to go out to stop him, but was stopped by the Taoist priest beside him. He shook his head slightly at him, and said in a low voice, "Can you take a step to talk."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Jiang's father turned around, he seemed to see Wuqing smiling at him, but when he looked again, he clearly looked down at his son in his arms.

After walking a little farther, the Taoist priest said, "The one in the black robe is the friend that Young Master Ling brought back?" He seemed to deliberately put the accent on the word "friend", and Jiang's father blushed, "Oh, Nizi !"

"I don't think so." The Taoist paused, "Master Ling is really lucky!"

"how do I say this?"

"The friends brought back by Young Master Ling are by no means ordinary people."

Father Jiang was at a loss, "Then he is?"

The Taoist turned around and took a few steps forward, "I don't know if you still remember what I said when Young Master Ling was born?"

"Of course I remember." Father Jiang stepped up on his heels, "You said that my son 'his life lacks wood, and he is rich and rich; if he gets this way, he will go to a distant mountain.'"

"What else did I say?"

"You said that my son needs to find a tree that is related to him, so as to make up for the missing fate."

"That's right." The Taoist changed the position of the whisk in his hand, "To be honest, the young master's fate is very strange. He was supposed to be a young man, but he just stood there. But there is a strange line in the middle, which will This fate has changed a bit."

It was early winter at this time, and the end of the year would be one and a half months away, and Jiang Muyuan was just 30 years old at that time.Father Jiang only heard this sentence, "You said my son won't live past thirty?"

"It is true according to fate, but the situation has changed now."

"You mean..."

Even before he finished speaking, the Taoist knew what he was referring to, "That's right, he has found the person who can change his fate."

"That son is the tree spirit who has a relationship with my son?"

"That's right, a thousand-year-old willow will become a spirit. As long as you eat the pith of the tree, you will not only live a long life, but if you have a chance, you may even form a pill and become an immortal."

"But..." Father Jiang looked a bit embarrassed, "But how could the tree spirit give his own tree marrow to others? If he didn't have that, would he..."

"There will inevitably be some losses, but it will not cause you to lose your life. The young man in black has cultivated for thousands of years. Although the pith is very important, it is not indispensable. Without the pith, it will disappear." He has practiced for nearly a thousand years. In addition, he has inner alchemy, so his life is not in danger."

"Then how can I get his pith?"

"Think carefully about what you have seen recently," the Taoist paused intentionally, "The relationship between Mr. Ling and that Mr. is by no means ordinary, and the tree marrow is actually equivalent to essence, so... as long as Ling It will be fine if the young master can absorb his essence."

Jiang's father frowned and analyzed in his head for a long time. In the end, his son's life was the most important thing. After all, Jiang's family passed it down from generation to generation.Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the Taoist asked, "How?"

"Then why is my son's health getting worse and worse after they have been together for so many years? It stands to reason that they should have..." Father Jiang was a little embarrassed.

"This is the crux of the problem. Right now, Mr. Ling's body is like a wave of calm lake water, and those essences are the leaves falling on the lake surface. It is impossible to suck those leaves into the bottom of the lake without a little wind. So , we need to create this wind to make waves on the lake.”

Father Jiang understood the meaning, "Then what should we do?"

"Being a father caring about his son."

The winter in the south is hard, the damp and cold wind penetrates everywhere, Jiang Muyuan shrank under the quilt, only exposed his head and looked at Wuqing who was sitting in front of the window reading a book, "Do you want to come up, it's very cold."

Wuqing turned her head to look at him, but did not put down the book in her hand, "I am resistant to cold."

Jiang Muyuan squinted his eyes and imagined a willow tree trembling in the wind and snow, and when he thought that the tree was sunny, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Muyuan was honest, "Thinking of you standing motionless in the wind to catch the cold."

"I have never had such a scene. I have always only turned into a tree to sleep when the weather is good, and I just stay inside the house when the weather is bad."

Jiang Muyuan curled his lips bored, "I thought you were not afraid of the severe cold."

Hearing these sour words, Wuqing finally got up this time.The black robe made Wuqing's slender figure even more apparent, and the simple style set off his indifferent temperament, showing a bit of grace.The black color lined the fair cheeks, and the black hair fluttered with the wind from the corner of the clothes, like a god's mansion.

No matter how much you look at it, you can't see enough.

Jiang Muyuan opened his eyes and watched the man walking towards him step by step, redeeming the soul that was about to be silent.

With cold fingers on his face, his eyes were as gentle as a pool of spring water, "Fool, I'm not you."

Jiang Muyuan, who was still immersed in tenderness, was still wandering around, these words brought him back to reality in an instant.With a dark face, he pushed away the person who was holding him, "What do you mean?"

"Praise you for your sincerity."

Jiang Muyuan knew that he had been teased by Wuqing, and became angry from embarrassment, but he had no choice but to pull the quilt to cover himself.

Wuqing looked at the childish someone, and shook her head helplessly, but the light in her eyes was soft enough to tire people.

Little demon, do you know that demons are ruthless?

Once you fall in love, it will be beyond redemption.

"Mumu." Wuqing softly called through the quilt.

The quilt squirmed for a long time, and it took a long time for a muffled voice to come from inside, "I don't want to talk to you now."

Wuqing was a little funny, and wrapped the quilt tighter, "Really? I'm leaving tomorrow."

Sure enough, when he heard that Wuqing was leaving, Jiang Muyuan immediately lifted the quilt and stared at his face, "Where are you going?"

"Don't be in a hurry." Wuqing pursed her lips, probably thinking about how to tell him, "I want to go back, Master told me that there is something urgent."

"Oh, that's it, then go quickly." Jiang Muyuan stretched out his hand and pushed him aside, "Go and pack your things."

Wuqing pulled him into her arms and hugged him, "If you don't leave now, why are you pushing me out in such a hurry? Since you don't want to part with it, you have to say it, you know?"

"Who can't bear you anymore? You old tree demon is so self-indulgent, you can just call it affectionate."

Knowing that he was starting to feel awkward again, Wuqing kissed him lightly on the forehead with a smile, "Remember to miss me when I leave."

"Who will miss you, an old tree demon." He said so, but felt uncomfortable in his heart. After a long time, Jiang Muyuan's nasal voice came from below, "Then when will you come back?"

"He said he didn't want me, and it started before I left."

"I'm just afraid I won't see you again."

"No, I'll be back soon. Do you want to wait for me to know?"

"Well, I'll wait for you."

In the evening, Uncle Zheng brought a bowl of medicine, and Jiang Mu could smell the strong smell of medicine from a distance, and his face immediately wrinkled into a ball.Seeing this, Zheng Bo looked at Wuqing who was standing by the bed, and said respectfully: "Master Wuqing, this is the medicine that the master personally cooked for the young master. He said that he should have a look at it first, so the young master must drink it."

When Jiang Muyuan heard this, he immediately became happy, and asked Wuqing whether he could stop drinking if he asked Wuqing to decide.So he used a unique trick: his mouth shrunk and his hands twisted Wuqing's sleeves, and he looked at Wuqing eagerly, and because of Zheng Bo's presence, he had to say "Brother Wuqing" between his teeth.

In the past, this trick was super effective against Wuqing, but it didn't work today.Wuqing patted his head lightly to comfort him, ignored his pretending to be pitiful, took the medicine bowl handed over by Zheng Bo, sniffed it up to his nose, frowned slightly, then opened it, and turned to sit by the bed Sit down and look at Jiang Muyuan, "Come on, drink up the medicine, this bowl of medicine is very effective."

"No." It may be that Wuqing is leaving tomorrow, Jiang Muyuan seems to be very dependent on him.

Wuqing continued to coax, took a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, "Hey, I'll feed you."

Because of Zheng Bo's presence, Jiang Muyuan blushed a little. He didn't know whether it was because the fire was too hot or the two of them were too close. His face gradually burned, and finally he could only ask Zheng Bo to leave.

The moment the door was closed, a gust of cold wind rushed in, but the temperature on his face did not increase but decreased.

Wuqing didn't give him the bitter medicine one by one as usual today, but just fed it into his mouth spoon by spoon, watching him drink up every drop, and today Jiang Muyuan was also very cooperative.