buckwheat leaves

Bury it on his shoulder and don't speak.Yan Qiong chuckled: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, we haven't completed the task yet when we came out this time."

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26. Wooden pen...

After finishing speaking, he gently pulled away the hand that was holding him, held it, and walked towards the towering tree.

Yan Qiong let go of Ye Qiao's hand, walked around the trunk a few times, stopped on the side, looked at the surrounding environment, took a few more steps, and squatted down.

Ye Qiao walked up to him, and also squatted down, watching Yan Qiong caressing the root of the tree, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a sapling-like thing.As soon as the sapling came into Yan Qiong's hands, it immediately lost its green leaves and turned into a long black thing, like an ugly fire stick.Yan Qiong chuckled: "No matter how much you pretend, you can't escape my eyes! Hehehe!" The laughter was as smug as it was.

The fire stick seemed to understand Yan Qiong's words, and suddenly gave off a faint milky white light, then went out suddenly, and then kept flashing on and off, as if dissatisfied or protested.Seeing Yan Qiong's precious appearance, Ye Qiao knew that this thing was the target tonight.Thinking that Yan Qiong suffered such serious injuries because of it, Ye Qiao felt uncomfortable.Yan Qiong turned her head to look at Ye Qiao, and handed the fire stick in her hand to Ye Qiao: "This is called Qin Zhi, and it is a spiritual thing between heaven and earth. Tonight is the most spiritual day in the past hundred years, so I can find it. Eat With it, your cultivation will improve a lot, and it is also very good for the stability of your soul."

Ye Qiao took it over, and the fire stick seemed to hear his own future destiny, the light flashed more frequently, the light never went out, it kept flickering, on and off, Ye Qiao slowly rubbed it, I can actually feel its emotions, including nervousness, fear, hope, slight prayer and deep despair.Ye Qiao didn't speak for a while, feeling a little undecided.

Seeing Ye Qiao's expression, Yan Qiong knew that he couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help laughing: "It's fine if you don't eat it, just let him be your spiritual object, and it can also increase your spiritual power. In the future, you can eat it." Now that I can control him freely, the cultivation of spiritual power will be much faster."

"Spiritual thing? What is that?" Ye Qiao asked curiously.The fire stick in his hand seemed to be very happy, and the white light emitted for a moment was even a little dazzling.

"You can draw all his forms, for example, hey, my paintbrush is it." Yan Qiong took out her paintbrush, and the curved willow branch straightened immediately, and the little moon on it also shimmered faintly .

"Huh?" Ye Qiao's eyes lit up: "Then what should I do?"

Yan Qiong smiled, and glanced at Qin Zhi in Ye Qiao's hand: "First of all, you have to see if the spirit thing you fancy is willing." After a pause, Yan Qiong continued: "If you are willing, it will be very easy. If you want, inject your own spiritual power first, let him suffer a little bit, surrender to you, and then he can recognize the Lord."

That Qin Zhi emitted continuous light, as if answering Yan Qiong's words, Ye Qiao immediately felt that Qin Zhi seemed to be willing to be his spiritual creature, and was immediately very happy, holding it and excitedly said to Yan Qiong: "He is willing. , Look, it’s all lit up.” As if responding to Ye Qiao’s words, Qin Zhi simply kept lighting up, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.

Yan Qiong smiled, and continued: "Then this is the best way. Then," Yan Qiong held Ye Qiao's hand, and whispered in his ear: "Now, close your eyes and imagine what the spiritual thing you want Shape. Is it a pen? Is it an inkstone? Is it a piano? Is it a chess? It can be anything you want, and then try to communicate with the spirit in your hand..."

What form do you want?Yan Qiong's first reaction was that magical paintbrush, so she immediately murmured in her heart: "Qin Zhi, be my paintbrush..." There was a burst of warmth in her hands, and it seemed that there was a bubbling warmth coming from the clasped palms to Ye Qiao's mind.

"Then carefully sketch out the details of what you want in your mind, and think carefully about every detail..."

The brush I want doesn’t need to be as flamboyant as Yan Qiong’s, it’s just an ordinary brush. Thinking of this, Ye Qiao remembered the favorite paintbrush that was often used in her previous life, and couldn’t help but start to recall all its details ...

"Finally, name your spiritual creature, and your recognition ceremony is complete."

Hmm, what would be a better name?Hmm... let's call it "Wooden Pen", it's one of my favorite plants, and it has a word for "pen"—ahem, although it has nothing to do with pens, but Qin Zhi, oh no, Wooden pen, don't you mind?

Opening his eyes, looking at the paintbrush in his hand, which was still emitting a slight white light, Ye Qiao chuckled—look, it didn't object!Immediately proud of the name he gave himself.

Watching Yan Qiong take out her paintbrush to paint, Ye Qiao suddenly remembered and asked, "By the way, what's the name of your paintbrush?"

Yan Qiong quickly sketched on the paper, and said a little complacently: "I named it Liu'er—how about it? Doesn't it sound nice?"

The corner of Ye Qiao's mouth twitched, he was really a coquettish person, and the name he gave was also a coquettish one.

Because of Ye Qiao's strong protest, Yan Qiong didn't make another big goshawk, but still drew the young yellow bird, with soft and soft fur, so it is much more comfortable to sit on.

Ye Qiao sat in front of Yan Qiong because of Yan Qiong's back injury.On the way back, Yan Qiong didn't say much because she was tired, and Ye Qiao remained silent.

Seeing that the scenery became more and more familiar, it was obvious that he was approaching his tree house.Ye Qiao suddenly turned her head and called into Yan Qiong's ear, "Yan Qiong?"

"What's wrong, Qiao'er?" Yan Qiong's voice was blown loose.

"I want to become stronger, and I will protect you in the future!" Although the voice was not loud, it was firm.

"What?" It seemed that the speed was a bit fast, and Yan Qiong shouted back indistinctly.

"Nothing!" Ye Qiao turned her head back.

The corner of Yan Qiong's mouth curled up, Xiao Qiao'er, I don't need you to protect me, as long as you are willing to become stronger.Just work hard to improve your spiritual power, and don't make me worry that one day you will suddenly leave.

Yan Qiong knew Ye Qiao's temperament, and she looked down on everything, including her own life.If he is only required to practice spiritual power to improve his spiritual power and stabilize his soul, there will be no good results at all, and he doesn't care at all.Fortunately, he finally forced him to have a desire in this way, and it was not in vain to spend such a lot of thought... Sigh, this back injury really hurts.But it's not a loss to find a suitable spiritual object for Qiao'er, Yan Qiong thought happily.

The author has something to say: Haha, classmate Ye finally has his own baby!

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27. Puppet...

Back at the tree house, both of them were very tired after running around all night.Especially Yan Qiong, who worked hard, was injured, and was not in good spirits.Ye Qiao didn't want Yan Qiong to waste any more spiritual power, so she fetched clean water from the stream at the door, heated it up, wiped Yan Qiong's body, and helped him change his clothes before cleaning up by herself.When it was finally done, the sky was already pale.Yan Qiong couldn't lie down, so she had to sleep on her stomach. Because of exhaustion, the two fell asleep quickly.

This sleep lasted until the shadow of the sun set in the west.Ye Qiao opened her eyes, her stomach was already deflated from hunger, and she kept growling.Patted his disappointing belly, turned over and got up, seeing that Yan Qiong was still sleeping, he didn't make a sound.After waiting for a while, Ye Qiao looked at An Ran's sleeping face, thought about it, and gave up the idea of ​​waking him up and taking herself out of the painting.

Just let him sleep a little longer.

Going back to the bedside, he took the paintbrush on the bedside and played with it carefully.It was too dark last night, so I couldn't see clearly at all. Now that I'm looking at it carefully, it's exactly the same as I thought, even the touch of touching it is the same.

Playing with it a bit, looking at the sky, it's time to make dinner, so Yan Qiong can just wake up and eat.But the question is, how do I get out?

Recalling what Yan Qiong said to him, I always have spiritual power, and Yan Qiong also told him how to use spiritual power, but I haven't tried it yet.When Yan Qiong went out, if she was hugging herself, she would float out on a cloud; if Yan Qiong was alone, she would usually fly out in a whirlwind.In terms of insurance, the first method is better.

Thinking of this, Ye Qiao picked up the paintbrush in his hand, stood beside the small table beside the bed, spread a piece of paper, did not stain ink like Yan Qiong, and continued to draw habitually.Suddenly remembering Yan Qiong's words, he immediately stopped, his thoughts flowed, and he silently recited the name of the wooden pen in his heart. He waited until the pen in his hand responded and gave off a faint brilliance. See the usefulness of this cloud.As soon as he finished the pen, the cloud had a flash of inspiration, and it actually floated down from the paper! !

Ye Qiao was overjoyed immediately.Next step, what's the next step?Oh, right!

Ye Qiao thought that Yunduo was at his feet, at a height that he could stand on, and sure enough, Yunduo immediately moved to his side.Taking a deep breath, Ye Qiao stood up, then thought silently to get out of the painting slowly, and the cloud floated up slowly and at an extremely slow speed.Yeqiao is impatient, can't you hurry up if you think about it?As a result, the cloud suddenly sped up, and Ye Qiao became unsteady and almost fell, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately meditated in his heart to slow down the speed, and the cloud immediately adjusted the speed to slow down a little.Only then did Ye Qiao let out a sigh of relief—just kidding, if he fell to his death, he would be wronged, this way of dying is really useless!

After finally floating out of the painting and jumping off the clouds, Ye Qiao wiped the cold sweat off her brow. It seems that the simplest things are so difficult to control, and the others must be even more difficult.Well, it really takes practice. ——Ye Qiao is not at all