buckwheat leaves

The pattern and the flower bud pattern began to shake gently, as if they were beating to the tune, then Yan Qiong's voice became louder, and the flower bud began to bloom slowly.Yan Qiong sat up straight, with the fingers of her right hand gently stroking the pattern on her left hand, she sang a somewhat solemn song:

in the night of hasty return

I fold my hands and sing a dirge

Until the thread of fate sends me to your side

Yan has never stopped admiring and chasing you

Yan Qiong opened her eyes, and a faint light of water slowly appeared in her eyes.Go on singing:

But that pure person

Suddenly broke into this lonely life

is it your arrangement

Since then, I can't get entangled and can't get rid of it

Crush this heart and infuse it with spiritual power

Get his life back

The willing choice only asks for your forgiveness

Yan never betrayed you

The paintbrush in his sleeve suddenly released a dazzling white light, which twisted with the blue light and colorful light around Yan Qiong to form a thin light, which was pulled away from Yan Qiong's body like a silk thread, and then slowly merged into the container filled with various kinds of light. In the pottery made of medicinal herbs, it turns into dots of colored light particles, slowly merges with them, and finally turns into two transparent pills exuding colorful light.The light on Yan Qiong's body slowly dissipated, and the light on the back of her hand also gradually dimmed, and the pattern of thin leaves and flowers disappeared quickly with the disappearance of the light.

Yan Qiong's forehead was already drenched with sweat, and his chest was still aching. Forcibly withdrawing so much spiritual power would cause some damage to his body, but he didn't care about so much now, so he took a rest and immediately got up to go Look at those two spiritual power pills.The seven-color light has been hidden in the transparent pill clothing, but you can still vaguely see a few strands of spiritual power slowly floating inside.Yan Qiong was thinking about these two spiritual power pills, and did not move for a long time.

"Qiaoer! Qiaoer!! Wake up! Qiaoer? Qiaoer!!"

"It's so noisy, why is it so noisy? Go away!" A pillow flew over.

Yan Qiong caught the pillow and breathed a sigh of relief.Ye Qiao slept all afternoon without even moving her body.Thinking that his soul dissipated in his dream, Yan Qiong was terrified, but fortunately he was fine.

Coaxing Ye Qiao to get up, Ye Qiao was still muttering vaguely: "I didn't sleep much in my previous life, and I will certainly make up for it in this life. It's so noisy, how can I sleep!"

Yan Qiong couldn't laugh or cry, is there such a way to make up for sleep?But he coaxed: "Aren't I afraid that you will sleep too much in the afternoon and won't be able to sleep at night?"

"How is it possible?!" Ye Qiao immediately retorted, "Even if I keep sleeping, I can still sleep until tomorrow morning!"

"Yan Qiong~~Yan Qiong, I can't sleep anymore, why don't you talk to me, huh?" A flattering voice.

Yan Qiong snorted, turned around and ignored him.

"That, Yan Qiong? Don't be so stingy, you are a man!" Continue to please.

Even if I'm stingy, I'm still a man!Yan Qiong thought disdainfully, moved into the bed, and continued to ignore Ye Qiao.

10 minute later.

"Qiao'er? Qiao'er?" A flattering voice.

Ye Qiao snorted, lying on her bed, turned around and ignored him.

"I didn't do it on purpose, don't be angry, okay? I'll talk to you right away!! I swear!" I vowed to continue to please.

You see, I have to pretend to be angry to accompany me, and it turns out that this trick is more effective.Ye Qiao thought with disdain and complacency.Turning around and nodding generously: "Okay, I forgive you, I allow you to talk with me..."

Yan Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, you see, Ye Qiao's approval is required to have this right, and the person who talks to me is really not expensive!Alas, it's not expensive to be told too much by Qiao'er, I can say it myself...

17

17. Night talk...

Finding a flat place on the tree roof, carefully avoiding a nest of small birds nesting in the tree, Yan Qiong and Ye Qiao sat down with a jug of wine.

Originally, Ye Qiao was a little dismissive of the wine here, but after drinking it by chance, he immediately fell in love with it.Ji Guo's wine is brewed with rice, the alcohol content is very light, and it is not spicy. Some people like to throw in some goji berries for a little sweetness.Ye Qiao felt that his alcohol intake was low, so he drank a couple of extra sips, but after drinking a pot of wine, he became drunk, crying and making noises, making Yan Qiong disgraced and unable to resist.In the end, Ye Qiao's body was imprisoned before he was pressed to the bed, and he dared not leave until he fell asleep.So from now on, Ye Qiao was resolutely not allowed to touch alcohol, but he drank a few sips from time to time, which made Ye Qiao's teeth itch with anger.

This time, because of the reversal of status, Uncle Yan became a dog-legged follower, Ye Xiaobaitu changed from being bullied to bullying, and Yan Qiong didn't dare to say "no".It's really a turn of events. Come to my house this year, Ye Qiao thought triumphantly, carrying the jug and being carried up to the roof by Yan Qiong with the wine.

The two chatted one after another.The wind is not strong. Although you sit high, you don't feel uncomfortable being blown. The leaves are rustling, and it looks very peaceful at night.There is a starry sky above the head, because of the autumn, the sky looks a little high.The worms chirped, and the night made people feel very peaceful.

Yan Qiong didn't dare to let Ye Qiao drink more, and confiscated it from Ye Qiao after less than half a pot of wine. Ye Qiao knew that he had made a big fuss last time, so he fought for it and saw that Yan Qiong was not accommodating at all, and turned his head away angrily. , ignoring him.Yan Qiong was helpless and funny, so she could only coax him, but Ye Qiao just ignored him.No way, Yan Qiong had to let him drink a few more sips.As a result, after a few mouthfuls, Ye Qiao began to feel drunk, and felt a little swayed by the wind.

Yan Qiong immediately hid the rest of the wine, not daring to let him see it, joking, there is no reason to talk to drunk people!

Fortunately, Ye Qiao, who was a little drunk, had a slow mind and quickly forgot things. He couldn't see the wine pot, so he forgot to look for it after a while.Sitting quietly on the roof with Yan Qiong, neither of them made a sound for a while.

"Yan Qiong?"

"Hmm, what's up?"

"Sing me a song. I've heard you sing. Although there's only the tune and no lyrics, it's very nice."

Thinking back, Yan Qiong must have heard about the "chicken killing" incident, right?Feeling a little embarrassed, she thought for a while, opened her lips and sang, and the notes seemed to jump out one by one. Yan Qiong thought of the first time the two met, and then gradually getting along with each other in the future. Happiness, disappointment, worry, and a touch of sadness, all emotions were expressed by Yan Qiong through singing, and Ye Qiao listened, sometimes showing a cheerful expression, sometimes showing uneasiness and twitching, and sometimes a little confused.

Yan Qiong looked at Ye Qiao's profile and sang emotionally.

Ye Qiao closed her eyes as she listened, and unknowingly hummed along with Yan Qiong's rhythm.His tune was a bit heavy at first, then cheerful, then fast and slow, and intermittent in the middle, but in the end it became more and more smooth, and the tune became more and more high-pitched, and finally there was a high and long ending. After the recording, Ye Qiao The corner of the mouth turned up, slowly slipped on Yan Qiong's body, and fell asleep.

Yan Qiong stared at Ye Qiao's sleeping face in astonishment. When he started singing just now, Yan Qiong stopped, and then saw the leaves that were originally falling in the air, rising slowly amidst Ye Qiao's singing, and then flying in the night sky. Hovering in the middle, although it is out of shape and I can't see what Ye Qiao wants to express, but it is indeed the singer's spiritual power!

Yan Qiong herself is a ninth-level singer, so of course she is very familiar with these.He could immediately see that Ye Qiao didn't cultivate the singer's spiritual power specially, but was born with the singer's spiritual foundation, and he also had the painter's spiritual power passed down to him by Yan Qiong. Then, through an opportunity, the painter's spiritual power The spiritual power turned into the singer's spiritual power is released through singing, which shows that he, like himself, is a rare spiritual person who has more than two kinds of spiritual bases!

What does this mean?It shows that Ye Qiao possesses the aptitude most envied by Jizhou Continent spirits, and if he continues to practice in the future, he will be at least an 8th or 9th rank powerhouse!And now judging by Ye Qiao's amazing talent, he is very likely to become a spiritual king!

Yan Qiong put her arms around Ye Qiao who was soundly asleep, and fell into deep thought again.Could it be that this is the punishment of the law of heaven for calling back the soul against the sky?Destined to let Ye Qiao replace her... Thinking of Ye Qiao's soul instability and signs of flying away, Yan Qiong fell into deep worry again.If the evocation of the soul is not successful by oneself, and Qiao'er's soul is unstable due to exhaustion, from the current point of view, the only way to stabilize the soul is to let him practice spiritual power. Learning spiritual power, and then replacing himself, let Ye Qiao live alone?The higher you stand, the more lonely you are. I can't bear it myself, how can Qiao'er bear it?Am I really wrong?am I wrong?Yan Qiong is getting more and more confused...

"Did I accidentally fall asleep again last night?" Ye Qiao asked with some embarrassment.

Yan Qiong gave him a look of "you're still embarrassed to say", Ye Qiao was even more embarrassed.

"Well, although I fell asleep first, of course I have to sleep when I'm sleepy." Ye Qiao said firmly.

"Yeah, I should go to bed when I'm sleepy..." Yan Qiong glanced at him with a half-smile, and continued: "But whoever said that he couldn't sleep would run to the roof to talk."

Ye Qiao felt even more guilty, and suddenly thought of something: "That can't be blamed on me, I drank alcohol last night, of course I got sleepy quickly!"

"Oh, it turned out that the fault was all on the wine..." Yan Qiong raised her voice, looked at Ye Qiao's suddenly tense face, and ruthlessly broke his last hope: "From now on, you are not allowed to drink a single drop of wine!"

"Ah! Yan Qiong! You skinny! You cheapskate! Grandet!" Ye Qiao's exasperated voice came from the tree house.

"Xiao Qiaoer, my surname is not Zhou, nor Xiao, nor Ge~~~~