Xianjun Breeding Guide

Shuangcao was stunned for a long time before she could react.

It turned out that Wen Qianxiao promised to sleep with him during the day.

It suddenly stretched out a thin leaf, unsteadily extended it to the peony flower stand, pulled off two broad leaves, dragged them back, and gently covered Xiaojiao's body.

"Good night." It whispered, "Good dream."

Soon, Xiaocao fell asleep again.

The next day, the sky was misty.

Xiaojiao woke up from the flower pot, shook her tail, and found that she had been covered with two leaves at some point.It pondered for a while, then changed back to human form, picked up the leaves of the grass and kissed it, put the sleeping frost grass into the Qiankun bag, washed it and set off.

The flower cake was naturally entrusted to Hu Xiaoyao again.

Wangshu Xianjun has not returned yet, the dragons in Yunjing have no leader at the moment, Lord Mozun has become more and more unscrupulous, swaggeringly broke into the teleportation formation set up by the fairy gate, and beat up those disciples who defended the formation who tried to resist. It's near Qingya Mountain.

After today, the legends circulating in the world will probably add a lot of color, but Mozun doesn't care.

Qingya Mountain is still the color of frost all over the mountains and plains, mixed with the emerald green of ancient trees in the east and west. Looking from a distance, it looks like a piece of beautiful jade.

Wen Qianxiao stared blankly at those similar white dew grasses, and then lowered her head to look at the grass in her arms. It took a long time to recover, landed at the foot of the mountain, and whispered: "A Shuang, wake up, you're home!" .”

"Hmm." Xiaocao twisted, stretched her waist, probed her head and said, "It's here so soon?"

"Of course, the deity's feet are very fast." Wen Qianxiao said without shame, and asked again, "How do you get to the place where you were born?"

Xiaocao recognized the direction, stretched out the leaves, and said, "On the sunny hillside over there, there is a stream next to it."

"It's easy to recognize." Wen Qianxiao was about to go, but the grass blades wrapped his fingers, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"Don't fly." Shuangcao whispered, "Can you... walk up with me?"

The mountain of Qingya Mountain is not steep, and it is not difficult to walk up it. Lord Mozun readily agreed without thinking too much.Then he heard Xiaocao chirping all the way.

"Qianxiao, look at that tree by the roadside. It bears fruit every year. It's sour and sweet. When autumn comes, the tree turns yellow. When I lived here, I often plucked it and ate it."

"I remember that on the top of this rock, there was a nest of chickadees... Hey, the nest is empty."

"And the front..."

"there……"

Wen Qianxiao listened carefully to Xiaocao's words, while walking on the mountain road with a white jade potted plant in his arms, with a comfortable look, the gentleness in his eyes was like soft clouds in the sky, without any impatience.

When she reached a certain place on the mountainside, Frost Grass suddenly shut up.

"A Shuang?" Wen Qianxiao thought it was tired, and thoughtfully said, "Take a rest when you're tired, do you want some water?"

Xiaocao shook her head.

After a while, it stretched out a small piece of leaf, quickly pointed in a direction, then retracted into the pot, and muttered: "Help me see, is there a large area of ​​burnt marks over there?"

"Scorched marks?" Wen Qianxiao looked up, and saw an indistinct outline faintly exposed behind the vegetation, so he identified it carefully for a while before saying, "No."

"Isn't there?" Xiaocao didn't believe it, "Look more carefully... hey! Don't go there, I don't want to see..."

As if Wen Qianxiao hadn't heard of it, she pushed aside the lush vegetation that no one had pruned, walked slowly step by step, and finally stopped in front of the shapeless silhouette, saying: "Really not. Ah Shuang, look up .The deity never lied to you."

Xiaocao lay in the pot and pretended to be dead, refusing to get up.

"Hundreds of years are not enough to turn the sea into a mulberry field, but if it's just a piece of scorched earth, it's enough to turn it into something you don't know. What's more, you still have me by your side." Wen Qianxiao said softly, "Ah Shuang, just get up and take a look."

Finally, a cluster of tender buds emerged from the pot.

It was Xiaocao looking out.

It saw the thatched hut that had been burned by a fire.

This place that carries my most youthful memories is also the knot that haunts me day and night.Although Mengze is dead, he still can't let go of this place easily.

However, the scenery in front of me is completely different from the memory.

The scorched wreckage of the past is long gone. Green weeds grow on the old beams of the roof, like a large fluffy green blanket, moss covers the stone walls, and unnamed plants and trees grow everywhere. There are even a few colorful flowers blooming.

Time has made this place no longer decadent and barren, and has given new vitality.

Maybe it's not exactly time, but also the person beside him.

Xiaocao straightened up.

It swayed in the basin and urged: "Qian Xiao, come closer, come closer."

Wen Qianxiao took it around here twice, and said, "How?"

"very beautiful."

Wen Qianxiao continued, "Well, they are as beautiful as our Ah Shuang's eyes."

"...You are here again." Xiaocao was shy again, rolled up the leaves, and pretended to be calm, "There is nothing to see here, let's go."

Wen Qianxiao took two steps, and suddenly asked, "Where is the cave where you were imprisoned?"

Xiaocao flinched when she heard the words: "It's not on the way."

"Oh. Then..."

Master Mozun wanted to say forget it, but he heard Frost Grass in his arms continue: "It's to the north of Qingya Mountain. You can go if you want, but it's very cold there, I, I'm afraid of the cold."

Wen Qianxiao lowered her eyes, moved her fingers, and conjured up a phantom of a small dragon, placed it in the flower pot, and gently entangled the frost grass.

Xiaocao: "!"

It only felt a flash in front of its eyes, and it arrived in the north of the mountain in an instant.

"where is it?"

"In... oh, in that direction, I remember that there are many purple flowers blooming at the entrance of the cave." Xiaocao was entangled by phantoms, feeling very safe, and swayed, "There is a small cold pool inside, and there With the black ice chains, I was chained to the stone in the middle of the cold pool. If I was beaten, the water in the cold pool would smell bloody for several days, and I couldn’t drink it... Well, Qian Xiao, you strangled me."

Wen Qianxiao took a deep breath, suppressed the hostility that had not raged for a long time, let Xu Ying relax a little, and then found the hole that was covered by weeds and vines.

Xiaocao was still swaying there unaware, and babbled: "There is no sunlight all day long, and there will be no flowers and plants growing. This place is cold and dark, what is there to see?"

Before the words were finished, there was only a loud sound of landslides and ground cracks, and the rocks rolled down with a bang, and the soil was stirred up ten feet high.

Xiaocao was taken aback, "Shuala" wrapped tightly around Wen Qianxiao's right hand, and said in a panic, "What's wrong? What happened just now? There has never been a landslide here."

"I'm sorry." Lord Mozun moved his left knuckles, and said in a low voice, "I just thought that such a place should not exist on Qingya Mountain, so I smashed it down."

Xiaocao: "..."

It whispered: "You are angry."

"No."

"There is."

"Danxia's death was not miserable enough." Wen Qianxiao narrowed her eyes, "I don't know if that fairy bone can forcefully gather his soul that disappeared in Niehai, and kill him again."

After leaving the collapsed cave, everyone was quiet and did not speak.

When they reached the hillside, the afterglow was shining, and the brook that traversed it shone like gold.

This place is full of white dew, crowded and crowded, not a single weed can be found, and it is as clean as if someone has carefully taken care of it.

Back here, Xiaocao became lively again, and said, "Qian Xiao, Qian Xiao."

"Ok?"

"Quick, plant me back."

"So many identical grasses." Probably Aiwujiwu, Wen Qianxiao looked around, the hostility between his brows gradually faded, and smiled, "Are they all your brothers and sisters?"

"Bailucao is an annual." Xiaocao couldn't curl her lips or roll her eyes, she could only straighten out the stems, and said dryly, "Why don't you even know this."

"The deity is Jiao." Wen Qianxiao had to emphasize again, rolling up his sleeves and starting to plant grass, "Except for you, I have never raised a second grass. And Bailu grass only grows in Qingya Mountain, which cannot be found in ordinary books." record."

"It's all an excuse." While being planted, Xiaocao was proud of being favored, "You just don't know."

Lord Mozun couldn't laugh or cry.

After planting the grass, he wandered around for a while, and came back and said, "It seems that there is no other white dew grass in this place."

Returning to the familiar soil, Xiaocao was so comfortable that she almost collapsed, and said lazily, "No hurry, I was transformed here, and I will definitely find a way if I stay for a few more days. Qian Xiao, the day of Qingya Mountain It’s very beautiful. Look, on the line in front, there is a little light at first, and then there are thousands of rays of light, and then a bright yellow sun jumps out, which is about the same color as the fruit on the old tree, sour and sweet. Sweet……"

Sitting next to it, Wen Qianxiao smiled softly: "A Shuang, are you hungry?"

"No." Xiaocao yawned and burrowed into the soil, her voice getting smaller and smaller, "That's right, I really... like this place very much."

The last ray of light in the sky also disappeared.

Wen Qianxiao lay down on her back, looking at the sky full of stars covering the hillside, silent.After a long time, he whispered: "I should have brought you to Qingya Mountain earlier."

Xiaocao grunted, but she didn't know what kind of dream she had.

The night passed quickly.

Frostgrass woke up when the first light came on from the sky.

It stared blankly at the familiar scenery, the gushing out of thousands of rays of light, and the bright yellow morning sun, instantly blissful to the soul, recalling the longing when it first took shape.

I just want to take a good look at this world.

Small white flowers emerged from the top, timidly, swaying gently in the cool morning breeze.

Before Xiaocao came to his senses, he was propelled by an inexplicable force, and suddenly changed back into a human form, sitting naked in the frosty grass, ignorant, and hadn't realized what happened.

As it was then.

In the distance, a figure walked over through the morning mist, stretched out his hand towards him, and called out with a smile, "A Shuang."