Xianjun, please calm down

Yu Changqing looked at him sideways, nodded to everyone, turned around and walked back to the house slowly.

Everyone unconsciously looked at his back, thinking that even if this person didn't look at his face, just looking at his back would make people unable to look away. They couldn't help but think of words like "the wind is clear and the moon is bright, floating like a fairy", The end is pleasing to the eye.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared behind the door leaf that everyone looked away reluctantly. Wang Dazhuang saw that everyone was still glancing into the house frequently, feeling a little sullen in his heart, wishing he could rush over and close the window tightly and seal it, but He can't, the weather is very hot, if the window is closed, Xianjun will die of heat in the house, so he can only feel bored and unhappy to touch the pig.

With such a person around, even if he was not in the yard, everyone subconsciously straightened up a bit, embarrassed to laugh out loud, and even lowered their voices unconsciously, no one spoke loudly anymore , They said a few words to Wang Dazhuang, to the effect that he should tell them if he had any difficulties, and they left one after another. Before leaving, they all subconsciously glanced at the open window, but no one inside came. Come by the window.

It’s really ordinary that limits their imagination. I never imagined that there are still people in this world who can look like this. Using ice and snow as the muscle and jade as the bone is a perfect description. Today, seeing such a beautiful person in Da Zhuang’s house is also an eye-opener. up.

All the people in the yard left one after another, only Uncle Wang stayed behind, helping Wang Dazhuang peel the wild boar skin, keeping it for sale or making shoes and leggings, and helping him peel the pig's internal organs and so on. After tidying up, picking out the pork bones, and dividing the pork into several large pieces before leaving, Wang Dazhuang stuffed a large piece of pork before leaving. He didn’t want it, but Wang Dazhuang insisted on giving it to him, only saying that he would give it to their family. My brother's daughter-in-law, who was just pregnant, added a meat dish, but Uncle Wang couldn't refuse, so he had to carry the meat away with a smile.

Wang Dazhuang tidied up the yard, pondered for a while, cut a piece of meat and kept it, packed the rest, and borrowed a cart from Wang Wushu, planning to take the meat to the town to sell while it was still early in the summer. It's hot, and it's hard to store meat without marinating. It's best to sell it while it's fresh. Many rich people in the town want to try it. Wild pork is not hard to sell, and it's just a good time to help Xianjun make a piece New clothes, it's a shame that such a fairy always wears his old robes, and the clothes don't fit well.

As for Xianjun's original dress, it is too eye-catching, it is better not to wear it for now, and Da Zhuang has a little selfishness: Xianjun puts on that white dress, and the fairy spirit is even more full. It looks as if it is about to float to the sky where no one can reach, so although it looks good, Da Zhuang doesn't like Xianjun wearing it. How nice it is now, Xianjun is wearing his cloth clothes, laughing and cursing (although he doesn't Laughing...), it seems that his person has also been infected with a trace of fireworks belonging to the world.

Da Zhuang packed up his things, set up his car, walked into the house and said to Yu Changqing who was meditating: "Xianjun, I'm going to the town to sell the extra pork. There are a lot of good things in the town. I will buy some pastries for you to eat, you don’t like sweet ones, and there are also desserts with salty fillings.”

Yu Changqing opened his eyes and said, "I'll go with you."

Wang Dazhuang subconsciously said: "But you are tired..."

Yu Changqing said: "I'm not tired, and the town is not a deep mountain, so I can't go there either?"

Wang Dazhuang muttered: "You look so good-looking, everyone is looking at you, who will look at meat, besides, what if another lady of the family takes a fancy to you and wants to snatch you away? Your injury It's not good, I can't use force, I... I'm useless, and I can't save you, just like my sister back then, I couldn't save you either."

When Yu Changqing heard his whisper, the restlessness in his heart calmed down a lot, and he was very comfortable. There was also a trace of pity in this comfort. He got up and walked to Wang Dazhuang, and said softly: "I have my own way to make Wang Dazhuang feel more comfortable. People don't look at me."

Wang Dazhuang raised his head and said, "What method?"

Yu Changqing raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, his face changed and became ugly. Although his figure was still eye-catching, it was not so eye-catching at all.

Wang Dazhuang's eyes widened, rubbed his eyes repeatedly, and exclaimed: "Xianjun, are you an immortal method?! Why do you..."

Yu Changqing put one hand behind her back, and said flatly: "It's just a small trick, it can only deceive you mortals and people whose cultivation level is lower than mine."

Wang Dazhuang couldn't help admiring him. He walked around Yu Changqing a few times, and just wanted to boast a few more words, when he suddenly thought of something, he said nervously: "But Xianjun, it's not like you can't move that...spiritual power Is it okay? "

Yu Changqing said: "It's okay, although my meridian has not recovered, but it has recovered a lot. Some small spells don't cost much spiritual power and won't affect anything."

Only then did Wang Dazhuang feel relieved, and he couldn't help sighing again: "The immortal is the immortal, you are really amazing!"

Yu Changqing has already walked outside with a calm face, and turned back when he reached the door: "My name is Yu Changqing, and my Taoist name is Hanyang. Master chose the word Ningyu for me. You can call me Ningyu directly." rain."

Except for Shizun and his brother in charge, no one has ever called him this word, but he suddenly thought that this word that represented closeness in his heart could come from Wang Dazhuang's mouth.

Wang Dazhuang muttered: "Ningyu...it sounds nice, but what does Ningyu mean?"

Yu Changqing said: "It means Xue."

Wang Dazhuang followed him out of the door, turned around and closed the door, and said, "Snow? Immortal, I didn't say that, you see, it's both cold and snowy, and it's all cold and cold. It's cold, and you can't keep warm, why didn't your master give you a warm word?"

Yu Changqing looked back at him, continued to walk out, and said in a cold voice: "I am cold and unkind, even if I use warm words, I will not be warm."

Wang Dazhuang closed the courtyard door again, and said dissatisfied: "Look at you, you always say that you are not good when you do something. You are obviously very good. Who said you are unkind? It doesn't matter if your body is cold, as long as your heart is warm."

Yu Changqing wanted to say that I wasn't too enthusiastic, but seeing Wang Dazhuang's happy face, he didn't say anything.

It was a novel and joyful thing for Wang Dazhuang to go to the town to sell prey and be accompanied by someone. He excitedly packed the ox cart out of a clean place, beckoned Yu Changqing to get on the ox cart, and sat in the cart by himself. On the shaft of the chariot, holding a small whip to drive the cattle, he walked for a while and said excitedly: "Xianjun, your handwriting is so beautiful, I want to have one too, you are so powerful, give me a handwriting too."

Well, Xianjun is used to calling, and he can't change his mouth.