[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

Shixia was silent, looked at him sincerely and said, "Actually, I don't know either."

He was really curious about how the original owner survived in this situation.

"Fingertip fire, don't you know?" Song Chenyun's slender fingertips held a swaying flame, which was extraordinarily bright in the dark room.

He was a little surprised, but then understood, and took the initiative to take over the position of boiling water.

The little fox obviously just came out not long ago, so it's normal to not understand fireworks in the world. Besides, the Nine-Tailed Fox family only eats fresh fruits in the forest, so I'm afraid they don't even know what fire is.

Such a scene suddenly reminded him of a little fox he taught a few years ago, saying that he wanted to learn to carve and make a gift for his younger brother. That arrogance was obviously not a material that would persist, but the result really surprised him. expected.

Song Chenyun quickly boiled a pot of water, sat and watched Shixia take out a small bag of tea leaves, which looked a bit shabby compared to the big boxes he had.

Tokia poured a whole bag of tea into it. The process of making tea was extremely simple and rough, without even the simplest filtering.

Song Chenyun watched his movements and even stopped shaking the fan, staring at the cup of tea pushed in front of him: "Longjing?"

Although he is not as good at tasting tea as those big experts, or even reciting poems in front of the tea, he has drunk quite a few, and of course he can recognize the variety.

Pieces of tender tea are like boats in the water, and there are bursts of fragrance in the blue liquid, which may be contaminated with the spirituality of the dragon. The color of the tea leaves changes from light to dark when soaked in water, and finally turns emerald green.

"Well, tell me about the outside world?" Shixia sat on the bed, propped his face with one hand to see his peach blossom eyes full of curiosity, and there was a tinge of blush in the corners of his eyes that seemed to be born with him.

The tea is full of bitterness at the entrance, and it becomes sweeter as it goes on, with the fragrance of Longjing in his mouth, Song Chenyun, who is drinking tea, narrowed his eyes slightly: "There is nothing to talk about."

Although it is the world of self-cultivation now, there are still a small number of people who can practice. There are not many strong people in Jincheng, and there are very few families. Most of them are demon cultivators.

Today's Holy Majesty is a wise emperor, he doesn't swim in the west, and he doesn't have any concubines in the harem. He spends all day in memorials, and his only interest is hunting in the palace.

A group of ministers were worried that their holy dragon body was weak, so they found a national teacher from nowhere, and then slowly calmed down, and finally they would take the initiative to go out of the palace to have fun!

However, a major event happened recently. There was a tremor on Huansha Mountain a few days ago, and the weather was suddenly extremely dark, with heavy rain and strong wind for a whole day and night.

The surrounding villages were completely submerged overnight, and when I went to check the next day, a huge crack appeared in the middle of the mountain.

It seemed to be cut in half by someone, but the obvious fluctuations in spiritual power showed that there was a strange treasure inside, and everyone couldn't sit still.

Song Chenyun didn't have much interest in those things, he was not like other people's moths to the flame, but rather a spectator.

Watching this scene quietly, drinking tea and eating melon seeds is so leisurely.

"What will be in the secret realm?" Shixia was interested in these things.

Treasures are like a shell with a mysterious appearance, even if it is not something precious, people want to knock and see what is inside.

"I don't know, it seems to be a senior's cemetery?" Song Chenyun replied vaguely: "I heard that this old man was a pharmacist before his death, and he even planted a flower field of twin flowers."

The twin flowers are divided into one red and one white. The red petals unfold, and black flowers grow from the side of the root.

It is rumored that twin stalks are very beneficial to cultivation, but they are in the process of extinction, which is why so many immortal cultivators have followed suit, and there are not a few demon cultivators participating.

"Oh." Shixia nodded and stopped talking. He picked up the book he found at the bottom of the cabinet not long ago and read it. rain.

The two of them drank tea and read a book, and the atmosphere was considered harmonious. Even if they didn't speak, they could always feel a secret bond between them, and even their breaths merged slightly for a moment.

The drizzle stopped soon, and some water accumulated on the eaves of the bamboo house, which slowly slid down the slope and smashed a small hole full of water on the ground.

"Do you have any other empty beds here?" Song Chenyun had been drinking tea in silence just now, and now both the teacups and teapots are empty, and the sky is slowly getting dark.

"You still want to stay?" Shixia looked a little surprised, and looked up at him from the book.

The original owner's books are full of strange ghost romances, which are quite interesting to read, especially the ups and downs in the story, which makes him gasp in admiration.

Song Chenyun stared at him, and pointed shamelessly at the winding dirt path outside and the sky that was almost invisible: "Otherwise? You don't think I can get away with this situation, do you?"

"Then I'm sorry, can I find a second bed here?" Shixia spread his hands helplessly, and then changed the subject: "But if you don't dislike it, you can squeeze with me."

He moved a little inside to make way for half of the bed, and patted the empty space next to him with his palm, the hint was very obvious.

But two people are both men, and it seems normal for two people to share the same bed, and there is no difference between men and women.

Song Chenyun went to bed without any hesitation. The closer he got, the stronger the smell on the little fox's body. lying beside him.

The two of them have already had bigu, and it's okay to not eat for a few days. Shi Xia pretended to be curious about the outside world, and Song Chenyun couldn't say enough.

The conversation quickly fell, and the sound of two sleeping breaths came slowly.

The crescent moon outside the window was like a hook, illuminating the indoor world, Song Chenyun followed the moonlight and opened his eyes, slowly got out of bed and opened the door to go out.

The cold moon cast a thin layer of light in the dark night, and the faint light brushed over the black robe on his body, without hindering his walking steps at all, until he stopped beside the small peach tree not far away.

He is not someone who doesn't keep his word, Song Chenyun put his hand on the tree trunk, and sent out his century-old cultivation base without changing his face.

He was originally just an ordinary demon cultivator, and his cultivation was of course high-level, but one day he woke up and found that his cultivation had increased several times, as if he was hovering around like a container, and there was no limit.

Although he didn't know where these infinite cultivation bases came from, but he seemed to be inexhaustible, so of course he accepted them all unceremoniously.

After all, who would dislike too much cultivation?

The small peach tree stretched out its branches, and all the buds on the tree bloomed overnight, warmly adding a touch of bright color to the empty night.

As if to express his gratitude, a red string spread out from the branch and was tied to his finger. Before he could see it, the color disappeared, as if it had never happened.

"What are you doing?" Song Chenyun touched his finger, but did not find the red line.

And the peach tree was motionless like an ordinary tree, and he didn't bother to ask any more questions, so he yawned and returned to the room.

At the moment he lay down, he didn't notice that the other end of the red thread on his fingertips was quietly wrapped around Shixia's fingers.