Night Talk Hundred Stories

It rained heavily all night, and it finally got lighter in the morning, but it didn't stop. Hei Lang listened to the pattering rain outside the cave, and then turned his eyes to the celadon flowerpot beside him. His eyes widened, he was never surprised before.

I saw that green orchid grass is still as elegant and beautiful as before. The slender leaves have been infiltrated by a night of moisture, stained with a little dew, and the crystal clear dewdrops slide slightly on the emerald green grass leaves, looking round and lovely; However, the orchid grass with four blades of grass sprouted a new branch overnight, and the branch was clearly visible in the shape of an orchid bud.

He was excited and wanted to howl a few times, but he was afraid of disturbing Qinghe to take a rest, so he didn't even dare to wake him up, so he jumped up from the haystack and stared at Qinghe motionlessly, like a log.

It's just that the silence that Hei Yao deliberately maintained was soon broken, a boy in gray clothes jumped into the hole, holding an oiled paper bag in his hand, it was Shu Er who had already transformed.

"Xiao Qinghe..."

But when he called out his name, Shu Er was immediately glared at by Hei Yao. He felt wronged to the extreme. At this time in the past, this black wolf would either go out to practice or hunt for prey. Why was he bumped into him today?

But when he called out, Qinghe gradually woke up, with a trace of tiredness in his consciousness: "Uh... Shu Er, are you here?"

Shu Er also found that little flower bud, and even ignored the black wolf staring at him covetously, rushed forward in surprise, and said: "Xiao Qinghe, you are about to bloom?!"

Qinghe was silent for a while, then suddenly shouted: "Ah!!!"

Both Hei Yao and Shu Er were taken aback, Hei Yao immediately jumped to the side of the flowerpot, stuck out his tongue and licked the leaves of grass, waiting for Qinghe to calm down.

Qinghe yelled, as if he couldn't believe it, and asked in a trembling voice: "Hei Yao, am I... about to bloom?"

Hei Yao responded immediately: "Well, Qinghe is about to bloom."

"That's right, Xiaoqing and you are really going to bloom!" Shu Er is also very happy. He really likes this little bluegrass. Watching over him, when Qinghe gained spiritual consciousness, the conversations from time to time made him really like this orchid that hadn't bloomed in a hundred years, and it always felt very comfortable staying next to him.

Hearing the excited tone of the other party, Qinghe laughed softly, "Shu Er, you must come and see me blooming."

"That's natural." Shu Er nodded with a smile, and glanced at Hei Yao proudly in a blink of an eye: Xiao Qinghe personally invited this, what can you do to me?

Hei Yao rolled his eyes, and decided to choose to temporarily ignore the grey-clothed boy with a frightened face in front of him.

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When Bai Lan and Qing Lan heard the news that Qinghe was about to bloom, they rushed to the cave immediately. It was a blessing for the orchid grass to bloom in the mortal world.

Hearing that the bud grew overnight, Bai Lan was surprised at first, but then she seemed to think of something, and asked, "How did Qinghe untie the knot in his heart? This situation seems to have come to an epiphany."

"Hard knot?" Qinghe himself didn't understand what he heard, but Hei Yao carefully recalled the scene of last night. If Qinghe let go of some knot, it was probably because of him that Hei Yao stayed with him. This one has been in the mountains for a hundred years.

Hei Yao didn't expect this matter to be a heart knot that hindered Qinghe's cultivation, he felt a little guilty for not talking about it with him earlier, but also thankful that he made it clear to him last night, otherwise the little guy would not know how long he would worry about it .

He was in human form at the moment, so he bent down and hugged the flower pot in his arms, and said softly: "In this case, Qinghe should concentrate on blooming, it must be beautiful."

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This day is August [-]th. As the saying goes, "Fifteen moons are sixteen round", the moon on this night is indeed the roundest, and the soft moonlight spreads quietly on the ground, creating a hazy and elegant mysterious beauty.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the air is still filled with a faint smell of water mist, with the aroma of green grass and soil lingering in the nose, which is very refreshing.

Unexpectedly, the small flower buds in the daytime have grown into bulging flower buds in the evening, and they are about to bloom.

Although the demons were astonished, they thought that since Qinghe was an ancient fairy, any unreasonable things should be done. When night fell, Hei Yao placed Qinghe at the entrance of the cave, and the mountain was already crowded with people who had heard the news. Immortals, demons and monsters are all vying to see the beauty of ancient orchid grass.

Under the bright moonlight, a pure white bud trembled slightly, and the slender and thin petals were slowly breaking free and unfolding, blooming bit by bit.

At the same time, the entire Wanyu Mountain was filled with a quiet fragrance, and the faint fragrance in the air was greedily absorbed by the spiritual consciousness. What is the aroma in it, but I also feel comfortable smelling it, so I opened my moist eyes and looked left and right in the mountains, hoping to find the source of this aroma.

Hei Yao maintained his wolf shape and stood in front of Qinghe, he didn't dare to blink his eyes, he just stared at the slender orchid grass in front of him, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, for fear of scaring the other party.

As the four petals were completely unfolded, the slender orchid grass suddenly glowed as white as moonlight, and the moonlight in the sky seemed ashamed that it was not as radiant as the other party, and gradually dimmed.

Unknowingly, the sky and the earth turned out to be completely dark, leaving only a stalk of orchid grass glowing with bright luster, softly illuminating the top of a mountain.

The verdant branches and leaves are slender and elegant. A four-petal orchid on the branch is as white as jade, with a little yellow stamen in the middle. It is obviously an ordinary orchid, but because of the crystal cuteness of the petals and the surrounding white The luster is particularly captivating, just like the scene at this moment, everything in the world has dimmed, and only this quietly blooming, graceful and elegant orchid is left.

Hei Yao seemed to be dumbfounded, he just stared blankly at the blooming flowers in front of him, and suddenly remembered the scene when Qinghe was a small seed at first; The scene of my own name... my mind was in chaos, but the clear voice kept echoing.

"Hei Yao..."

The timid voice interrupted his thoughts, and he realized that it was Qinghe who was calling him with spiritual consciousness, and immediately responded, "I am here."

"...Does it look good?" Qing He spoke again, full of anticipation and caution.

For some reason, Hei Yao felt a dull pain in his heart when he heard his cautious tone, and kept nodding, "It's beautiful! There is nothing more beautiful than Qinghe!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the emerald green flower branch slowly bent down, the orchid touched Hei Yao's cool nose, Qing He chuckled: "Hei Yao's words are beautiful."

The originally faint luster surrounding the orchid grass suddenly became thicker, like a thick white mist enveloping Qinghe and Hei Yao who was closest to him. When the pot is fried, it generally boils.

"Why is this?"

"Did that wolf eat the fairy grass?!"

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