Everyone thinks that he is a genius

Minghua is a good boy.

Su Yumu watched Minghua find the man who hit him before, and then returned the money bag to him.

The man took his money bag and said "thank you" repeatedly, but from the shock and puzzlement in the man's eyes, Su Yu knew that he dared to guarantee that the man must be frantically swiping the screen in his heart, "Damn this guy!" Are you sick?"

After the man left, Su Yu lightly poked Minghua's consciousness: [Okay, we have no money now. ]

Ming Hua turned around and walked out of the city: 'Yes. '

After that, the two were silent.

The Taoist temple where Master Wangyou is located is on Phoenix Mountain, five miles outside the city. According to Minghua's footsteps, if there is no accident, he should be able to arrive before dark.

As time went by, the small city of Qingzhou had fallen far behind Minghua, and Minghua kept walking along the official road without any haste.

Just stop for a moment every now and then when I see another field of wildflowers, and then keep walking.

Although Minghua didn't say anything, Su Yu felt a little distressed: [Minghua, we can stop and take a rest. ]

Minghua shook his head: "No. '

Just at this moment, the wind just picked up, not too big, but softly, and the fluffy white dandelions on the side of the road scattered their seeds with the breeze.

One, two, three.

Pompom seeds are small and scatter around.

After the flowers are finished, they become flocs, and they are born when they fall to the wetland due to the wind.

"What is this?" Ming Hua asked out loud as he stretched out his hand to catch a velvet flower that fell on his palm.

Ugh.

With a soft sigh, Su Yu came out, broke off a dandelion that survived, put it in Minghua's hand, and said, "Dandelion."

The palm of his hand suddenly warmed up, Ming Hua held it back without hesitation, and interlocked his fingers.

Because no one took it, the dandelion fell between their fingers, and the velvet flowers scattered all over the ground.

Su Yu was taken aback.

In order not to scare passers-by, you must know that Su Yu appeared in his original appearance. After being teased by Ming Hua, he immediately blushed: "You, you, you..."

"What's wrong?" Seeing a blush on Su Yu's pale face, Ming Hua tilted his head and asked.

"You" for a long time, not knowing what to say, and unable to withdraw his hand, Su Yu was blushed by Minghua's unintentional cuteness, and his brain froze.

The blushing Su-woo is fine, the dull Su-woo is even better.

Minghua couldn't help poking Su Yu's face.

Hmm, it feels good.

Obviously he has the same facial features as himself, why is Su Yu so...

Minghua couldn't find words to describe it, he had never had that kind of feeling before, if he had to say it, it would be like now, a little flower bloomed in his heart.

"Let's go." Holding Su Yu's hand, Minghua pulled him to continue walking forward. After walking a few steps, he felt that something was wrong. He squatted down, folded a small red flower on the side of the road, and handed it to Su Yu .

Before Su Yu recovered, he took it in a daze.

After the two walked hand in hand for a long time, Su Yu's muffled voice came from behind: "Why did you send me flowers?"

Minghua didn't look back, and said, "Don't you like it?"

"...I like it." Su Yu felt that his face must have burned up, and even the tips of his ears were a little hot. He took the little flower all the way, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, near the pond in Su Yu's small courtyard, a flower suddenly bloomed, exactly the same as the one Minghua sent.

Because of a lot of delay, it was already dark when Su Yu and Minghua arrived at the Taoist temple.

Su Yu had already turned into a dumpling, nestling on Minghua's shoulder and sleeping soundly.Of course, Xiaotuanzi still stubbornly pinched the little flower that was already a little wilted.

Catching the small dumpling that had slipped from his shoulders, Minghua put Su Yu into his clothes, then picked up the rusty door knocker and knocked twice.

"Tuk-tuk" twice, the sound was especially loud in the silent night.

There was the sound of fluttering wings in the dark woods, the silver moonlight poured all over the ground, and the night fog was thick.

The Taoist temple where Master Wangyou lives is small, dilapidated and old. The words on the plaque have long been blurred due to the wind and sun, and the black paint on the door has peeled off; No one came to visit at all.

Su Yu woke up at this time, poked his head out from Minghua's skirt, and asked in a daze, "Are we here?"

Minghua: "Yes."

"Ah~~" He yawned, and then Su Yu saw the little flower in his hand wilt.

Reluctantly leaving Xiaohua behind, Su Yu rubbed Minghua's chest and said, "Then I will return to the sea of ​​consciousness, so be careful yourself."

"it is good."

Su Yu nodded, and disappeared into black mist.

"Who is it?" Not long after Su Yu returned, an old voice came from behind the door, and then the door of the Taoist temple opened, and an old Taoist priest walked out tremblingly from inside.

The old Taoist looked very old, with a white beard hanging down to the ground, and a bunch of hair on the top of his head tied up with a rope; the folds on his face drooped so badly that his eyes could hardly be seen at all.

Ming Hua bowed deeply: "Ming Hua, junior, come to pay respects to Master Wang You."

"Minghua." Master Wangyou raised his dead branch-like hand, brought the lamp in front of Minghua, tried to straighten his waist, and looked from top to bottom, "Not bad, not bad, he's a handsome guy. .”

Ming Hua: "..."

"Don't just stand there, come in."

Immortal cultivators generally choose to wash their marrow and cut their bones and change their physique after their cultivation level has improved. Therefore, most of the cultivators in the immortal world maintain their youthful appearance, and some people want to strengthen their majesty. For example, Yuan Yi is the head of the sect.

Therefore, Daoist Wangyou is very unique among the monks.

Because he is completely like an old man who is eight or ninety years old.

When Minghua was young, he met Master Wangyou, and privately asked Master why Master Wangyou was like this. Master patted Minghua's head and explained.

It turned out that Master Wangyou didn't look like this at all. He spent all his heart and energy in suppressing the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.

Although the Taoist temple is small and dilapidated, only those with the permission of Master Wangyou can enter.

As Master Wangyou approached the Taoist temple, Minghua stepped on the dilapidated stone slabs, and he couldn't imagine that there was hell under his feet.

"Hey, Minghua sit down first, and I will pour you a cup of tea." While lighting an oil lamp to illuminate the dark hall, Master Wangyou babbled to Minghua.

Seeing Master Wangyou tremblingly taking out a kettle, and then taking out a dilapidated teacup to pour water in, Minghua was on pins and needles, not knowing what to do, so he could only tie the teacup in a hurry: "Thank you."

The edge of the teacup was broken, and it felt rough in the hand, and the tea inside had a musty smell that lingered.

Slowly moved to the chair next to Minghua and sat down, Master Wangyou sighed: "Since your master passed away, no one has come to Pindao's place anymore. Minghua, don't be disgusted."

"Senior, this junior came here to ask something." The curiosity about his life experience overwhelmed everything, and Ming Hua couldn't wait to ask, "Master, has he talked to you about my life experience?"

The teacup was put aside by Minghua, and a spider in the corner was reflected on the surface of the tea.

"Born experience?" Daoist Wangyou stroked his beard and asked, "Didn't your master tell you?"

Ming Hua shook his head.

"Is that so..." After a moment of silence, Master Wangyou continued, "That poor Taoist may not be able to help you too much, your master doesn't talk about you much."

Hearing this, Ming Hua felt a little frustrated, took out the ancient jade again, handed it to Master Wangyou, and asked, "Does senior know what the totem on this ancient jade represents?"

"Oh?" As a result, Master Wangyou put the ancient jade in his hands and rubbed it for a long time, "Pin Dao seems to have seen the lines on it before in books."

"Can the senior lend that book to the junior?"

"That won't work." Master Wangyou returned the ancient jade to Minghua, and said, "That book is a collection of broken pages from ancient books, and it has been borrowed long ago."

There was just a little hope, and it disappeared immediately.

"How about this, Minghua, Pindao sent you a letter, you go to Lu Jingmo who lives in Jishan, he has traveled with your master, maybe he knows something." He patted Minghua's hand lovingly as a comfort.

"Lu Jingmo?" Ming Hua asked after repeating the name, "Why have you never heard of it from Master?"

"Oh, according to your master, it seems that they had a falling out because they were young and ignorant. Although your master later found out that he was wrong, he couldn't hold back his face, so he never had any contact with him." At this time, a trace of a smile The real face of Wangyou floated up.

Outside the Taoist temple, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the crickets began to chirp.

"Squeaky-"

Very loud at night.

"It's getting late, and the mountain road can't be seen clearly at night. Ming Hua might as well stay for one night."

"Okay, thank you senior."

Because of the special situation in the Taoist temple, no strangers could be left for more than one day, so Minghua had to leave the next day.

The next day, when it was just dawn, Minghua walked into the courtyard, and met Master Wangyou, who was standing under the jujube tree in the courtyard, dazed.

When passing by last night, Minghua didn't notice the jujube tree in the courtyard, but only had a vague impression of the huge trunk of the jujube tree that can only be hugged by several people; The branches and leaves on the tree were withered, and it looked so desolate.

"Minghua is up?" Master Wangyou turned around with a smile and said, "This dress suits you quite well."

Minghua coughed lightly, not knowing what to say.

Because the previous Taoist robe was destroyed, Master Wangyou gave Minghua the Taoist robe he had when he was young.The Taoist robe worn by the elders of the Qingyun Sect before was complicated and exquisite, with wide sleeves and wide sleeves, showing everyone's demeanor with every gesture, which is good, but sometimes it becomes a burden; now, the Taoist robe on his body is simple and simple , narrow sleeves and waist, but extremely convenient.

Su Yu commented: [Finally, your good figure is shown! ]

Minghua: '...nonsense. '

Slowly stomping in front of Minghua, Master Wangyou took out a storage bag, put it in Minghua's palm, and then pulled Minghua like a loving elder and told him: "There is nothing to give to the poor, the things in it Just treat it as a meeting gift for Minghua. Minghua, be careful all the way."

Minghua was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

After watching Minghua Yujian leave, Master Wangyou leaned on the jujube tree and shook his head worriedly.

If Ming Hua came to him for no reason, it meant that something happened in Qing Yunzong.

Moreover, it seems that it is related to the whole world of cultivating immortals.

It's a pity that he is trapped here, and he can't help his best friend and apprentice. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. I only hope that this kid Minghua can find what he wants.

"Old man, tell me, is Ming Hua going to be okay?" Master Wangyou patted the tree trunk and asked.

A withered yellow leaf on the jujube tree floated down.

This jujube tree was planted by Master Wangyou himself shortly after he built the Taoist temple. He spent countless days and nights with Master Wangyou, but for some reason, the leaves have turned yellow recently, and it seems that it is about to fail.

Daoist Wangyou feels something in his heart, life and death are destiny.

With his hands behind his back, Daoist Wangyou stood up and walked towards the main hall. He said, it hasn't been cleaned today, and spiders were crawling everywhere last night.

Just a few steps away, there was a knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk."

Is it Minghua?

Master Wangyou asked loudly, "Who is it?"

A gentle voice came from outside the door: "It's the junior, the junior came to return the book."

It's him.

Daoist Wangyou suddenly realized, why didn't this kid come earlier?Walking over tremblingly, he opened the door, Master Wangyou looked at the young man outside, and said, "Come in."

At noon that day, Fenghuang Mountain collapsed, and countless dark clouds gathered on the top of the mountain.

The sharp ghost cries broke through the sky, and people in Qingcheng who were five miles away could hear them clearly.