Xianjun, please calm down

Wang Dazhuang said: "Remember, you had a good appetite that day, and I want to catch snakes for you to eat later, but those things are not easy to catch, and you won't meet such big ones."

Yu Changqing shook his head and said, "There is no need to catch snakes anymore."

Wang Dazhuang was puzzled and said, "Why? Don't you like to eat?"

Yu Changqing said helplessly: "I don't like snake meat, but the snake meat that day contains spiritual energy, which is good for my injury."

Wang Dazhuang suddenly realized: "It turns out to be like this! Then I will go again...but...I can't see which snake has that...qi."

Knowing that he didn't understand, Yu Changqing said directly, "Tomorrow, take me to the place where you caught that snake."

Wang Dazhuang said: "But, there is no snake... nest... What's wrong?"

He looked at Yu Changqing's cold eyes, and gradually silenced his voice.

Yu Changqing was about to give him an angry laugh, and growled: "The aura on that snake was contaminated from other places, there may be spiritual things in the place where it often haunts!"

Seeing that he was angry, Wang Dazhuang quickly responded twice, and stretched out his hand to give him comfort, anyway, it was right to listen to the fairy.

Alas, Xianjun is good at everything, but his temper is too big. Uncle Wang said that it hurts his body. He loses his temper all day long. No wonder his health is not good.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Dazhuang prepared the meal, and Fei took Yu Changqing to eat it together. Xianjun vomited blood yesterday, so he must make up for it. He specially added jujube to the porridge today.

Yu Changqing: "..."

He is a practitioner, and there are many grains in the world. It is not beneficial to eat too much. The most important thing is that he does not like sweet porridge.

But under Wang Dazhuang's earnest expectation, Yu Changqing had no choice but to pick up the bowl and silently took a sip of porridge.

Wang Dazhuang laughed, took a few big gulps, and half of the porridge in the bowl went down.

In order to divert Wang Dazhuang's attention, the cold and immortal Venerable Hanyang had nothing to say: "Da Zhuang, are you a native of Wang's Village?"

Wang Dazhuang, who was accosted, was flattered and said, "Why do you ask such a question?"

Yu Changqing said sharply: "You have no land in this village."

Wang Dazhuang swallowed what was in his mouth and said: "The Xianjun guessed right, my sister and I escaped from outside."

Yu Changqing took the opportunity to put down the bowl and raised his eyes to look at him.

Wang Dazhuang said in a low voice: "I haven't seen my parents since I was a child. My sister raised me up. As long as I can remember, I have lived in Wangjia Village, but I heard from my sister that our siblings came from outside. I came here as a refugee, but I was still very young at the time and didn’t remember anything. The people in the village thought we were pitiful, so they gave us this empty house near the entrance of the village, which gave us a place to live. Although we had no land, But the people in the village are very friendly to us, so my sister took me and took root in this village."

Yu Changqing didn't talk to him, just looked at him quietly, waiting for the next sentence.

Wang Dazhuang sighed softly, smiled again, and continued: "When my sister was here, she supported our two mouths by sewing and doing chores for others. She is dexterous and can embroider many complicated embroidery And beautiful patterns, even the best embroiderer in the town can't compare to her, although our life was tight at that time, we didn't have a shortage of food, but later, my sister disappeared."

Yu Changqing raised a hand, and gently placed it on Wang Dazhuang's knee. Wang Dazhuang's heart warmed, and he grabbed that ridiculously beautiful hand, but he didn't dare to use too much force, only dared to grasp it in a vain manner. Like grasping a fragile crystal, I am afraid that my hand that has worked all year round and is as hard as a stone will crush it.

Yu Changqing's body froze, and his fingertips twitched slightly, but he couldn't break free. It may be that Da Zhuang's sad emotions touched the negligible compassion of the hard-hearted Venerable Hanyang. It was because Da Zhuang cherished that hand so much that he couldn't bear to touch it, or it might be because of other reasons. In short, Yu Changqing, who never let people touch a corner of his clothes easily, did not move, and let Wang Dazhuang make a fuss. Holding it empty.