Sir, you have a flower essence in the account

It is the time of scorching summer, and the weather is extremely hot.

Under the vast blue sky, a piece of yellow land lies quietly in a corner of this small village away from the world.

On the ridge of the field, a figure bent over, held up a hoe and swung it up and down. With his movements, sweat slid down his tall nose and fell into the yellow ground, leaving a little bit of dark dampness before disappearing.

After a while, the figure raised his head slightly, and under the brown bamboo hat was an exceptionally handsome face.The full heaven, the straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips, and the chiseled contours are really a face that is favored by the Creator.

Ming Jue straightened up and planted the hoe on the yellow ground for a while, his breathing was a bit heavy, and the hard work took a lot of his strength.

Lifting the bamboo hat up, wiping the sweat off his face with a wave of his sleeve, he picked up the hoe and walked back.It's time to go back to have lunch, he has been busy for a long time, and he is already hungry and hungry.

Putting the hoe on the wall of the small mud courtyard, he walked to the stream in front of the door and took off the bamboo hat. He put his muddy hands into the clear stream and slowly scrubbed them, bit by bit, between his fingers. Wash off the dirt inside.

Ming Jue is a bit of a clean freak, although this cannot be avoided when he needs to go to the fields, but he will definitely clean up the mud when he comes back.

In the simple wooden house, the people who heard the noise walked out of the yard and saw the man with his back turned to him squatting by the stream, without thinking about it, he knew what the man was doing.

In the past few days, every time I saw that person coming back from the field, that person would wash himself by the stream.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is strange that a teacher who teaches will go to work in the fields, and that teacher is still a clean freak, which is even more strange.

After all, the masters are relatively weak, and most of them don't like to go to the fields. What's more, they all have Shuxiu and don't need to work to support themselves.

But he didn't think it was a big deal, Hong Lian walked briskly to the stream, looked at Ming Jue who was washing his hands seriously and said with a smile, "Grandfather, are you back?"

After Ming Jue washed his hands carefully and made sure that there was no trace of dirt on his hands, he looked up at him.

Seeing this familiar face, the veins on Ming Jue's forehead twitched, his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said with thin lips, "Why are you still here? Didn't I let you go?"

There was a look of grievance on Honglian's face, but Ming Jue still looked at him coldly as if he hadn't seen it, Honglian lowered her head aggrieved.

"Being busy for so long must be hungry, Honglian has prepared delicious food for you."

Mingjue's expression changed after hearing this, and before he had time to argue with him about whether to leave, Mingjue turned around and walked into the yard quickly.

As soon as the simple kitchen door was pushed open, a smell of burnt food came to the nostrils.

Ming Jue's face was livid, and he went straight to the source of the burnt smell—it was the pot he usually used for cooking.

Lift off the lid of the pot, the purpose of entering is a pot of charred things, and the original shape cannot be seen at all!Ming Jue took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his anger, and turned to look at Hong Lian who was looking at him nervously.

Seeing that he didn't speak and only stared at her with a particularly scary gaze, Honglian was terrified. He vaguely understood that he had done something wrong, so he had to bow his head and admit it.

Ming Jue couldn't speak too much when he was like this, but he was really uncomfortable if he didn't say anything, what should I do?

At this moment, there were two "gurgling" sounds in the room, Honglian carefully looked up at him and then at his belly making the noise, Mingjue blushed suddenly, and said sternly, "What are you looking at! Have you ever seen someone go hungry?!"

Hong Lian was so frightened by this reprimand that she lowered her head, muttering silently in her heart: Before meeting En Gong, he really didn't know what it means to be hungry...

Ming Jue passed him out of the kitchen, there were some shallots planted outside, just after pulling out two green onions, he saw red lotus again when he looked up, but he didn't want to pay attention to him now.

Indifferently, he crossed Honglian and returned to the kitchen, dumped out the messy things in the pot, cleaned it again and made a pot of noodle soup.

Honglian followed him all the time, seeing her benefactor throwing away the things she made, and then making that pot of green, white and white soup that smelled particularly fragrant, Honglian realized how unpalatable the things she made were...

Ming Jue didn't care what the goblin was thinking, sat down at the table with a full bowl of noodle soup and started eating, until there was only a little soup left.

After washing the dishes and putting them back where he always put them, Ming Jue turned and went out.

Lying on the cool and shaded bamboo bed, Ming Jue soon fell asleep, while the elf he abandoned was still staring at the pot of soup in the kitchen in a daze.

In the dream, Ming Jue fell into a dark place. The place was gloomy and dark, but he could clearly see the surrounding scenery, including the ghosts passing by him.

That's right, Mingjue clearly realized that it was a ghost, because ordinary people wouldn't be able to talk and laugh happily with others when their intestines fell out, or they could still walk without a head and a body.

Ming Jue watched helplessly as the ghost——'s head rolled past him, and even made a funny face at him as he passed by.

"..." Ming Jue was silent for a moment, then walked past the headless ghost.

Seeing how courageous this ghost was, the headless ghost spat and rolled away in another direction. There are many cowardly ghosts in the underworld, and the ghost uncle is going to play elsewhere.

After walking for a while, a white figure appeared in front of him, and Ming Jue followed with a thought.

The only strange thing is that no matter how fast he walked, the ghost in front always kept a close distance from him. After chasing him for a while, Mingjue felt exhausted, so he could only stop and watch the ghost go further and further away.

For some reason, he had the illusion that he couldn't miss the ghost.

Ming Jue sat down and thought about it for a while, how could he come to such a ghostly place in his dreams, and even meet a ghost and chase after it, it's really strange!

Mingjue hammered the ground with his hand as if venting, who would have thought that the ground shook after he hammered, Mingjue looked at this scene in shock, everything around him was enveloped in a layer of white light in a short while, after the white light passed Everything around has changed.

……

Ming Jue opened his eyes and saw that he was in a field of flowers. These flowers had flowers but no leaves, and the color was bright red like fire, which looked very strange.

Ming Jue picked a flower casually and put it in front of his eyes. Before he could take a closer look, he just smelled a strange flower fragrance and fell asleep.

Maybe he wasn't completely comatose, he could still hear voices around him, rustling, whispering, indistinct but continuous and annoying.

He forcibly opened his extremely sleepy eyelids, and when he opened them, the sleepiness flew away as if he had grown wings, and he was extremely awake!

With one hand on the ground, he half raised his body and glanced around, only to find a familiar white figure, he paused immediately, and looked in that direction with piercing eyes.

The white-clothed ghost was facing him sideways, and he could see half of the ghost's face. At this time, the ghost was smiling slightly. When he turned his eyes, he saw that the ghost was looking at a flower, which was the same as the one he had just now. The picks are the same!

Ming Jue frowned, could it be that there is something mysterious about that flower?

When he was wondering, the white-clothed ghost groped around his waist, and finally found a piece of mutton jade, and then put the red string with the jade pendant on the flower.

Ming Jue: "..." What does this mean?

Before he could recover from his astonishment, a flash of white light flashed, and the screen changed again. Mingjue opened his eyes this time and found that the ghost in white had disappeared!

Mingjue frowned, stood up and walked towards the place where the white-clothed ghost was just now, but halfway there was another flash of white light, and Mingjue stopped vigilantly to look at the situation there.

Under the shroud of white light, the flower with a slender stem grew up slowly, and finally reached the height of a person. This is not over yet, the white light became brighter after the flower grew.

Ming Jue resisted the desire to close his eyes and stared straight at it. He must figure out what is going on!

The white light gradually weakened, and Ming Jue could see more and more clearly, there was a young man with red lips and white teeth standing in the white light!

Ming Jue looked at this scene in shock, could it be that Hua is still a fairy? !Thinking of fairies, he couldn't help but think of the flower spirit at home who always loves to make trouble.

He focused his eyes slightly to see what the goblin looked like, but he saw the goblin turned his head, looked at him, opened his lips slightly, and said:

——Benefactor!