What the saint said is absolutely right. Feng Yuzhe's spiritual power has been almost completely injected into the body of his sweetheart, Feiqing.
"What the Holy Aunt said is true. The spiritual power in the lower body has indeed been lost again, but this has nothing to do with the Holy Aunt." Feng Yuzhe told the truth, and laughed mischievously, "If the Holy Aunt is willing to return,
I will be very grateful to you for restoring your spiritual power."
"Your Excellency, you really dare to speak. Your spiritual power only recovers once every ten years. How can you make an exception for your little wizard Dongzhao? You'd better not make any mistakes this time. Otherwise, you will wait for Dongzhao to be annexed by Helian or Chudu."
stop."
Wei'er left as soon as she finished speaking. She felt that the last words were serious, but she only reminded Feng Yuzhe not to talk nonsense about the loss of spiritual power. And if a wizard has no spiritual power, no matter he or he
The country can only wait to be plotted against.
There was a waterfall not far ahead, and the water falling from a height of dozens of feet connected into a piece of nirvana-white silk cloth. The falling water splashed everywhere, wetting the flowers and grass, and the path. The roaring sound rang in my ears, and I walked lightly on the steps.
Walking on the dry and wet path, Wei'er stood under the waterfall for a while, watching the beautiful arc of the rainbow bending halfway up the waterfall.
'Being free and easy for a lifetime, looking between heaven and earth, not being held responsible at that time, and being alive forever.'
This was the first thing my grandfather said when I saw him after returning to the spiritual realm.
Recalling her reminder to Feng Yuzhe just now, she felt that she was reckless. She was really surprised that she cared so much. Could it be because of King Dong Zhao again?
When he thought of King Dong Zhao, Wei'er's steps slowed down. As if for some reason, his sad and lonely back that night was recalled in his mind, and his chest became increasingly depressed and uncomfortable.
Is she sick? When I go back to see the pharmacist, I have to ask him for some auxiliary medicine.
The velvet bamboo grows in a large valley not far away. There are many sparrows in the bamboo forest. I have heard their non-stop chirping early in the morning, and I am very happy.
Standing outside the bamboo forest, taking a deep breath, you can smell the cool bamboo scent, and the breeze blowing over your shoulders also brings a sense of coolness. The sound of rustling rings in your ears, and when you close your eyes, you feel like you are in a vast sea of bamboo. If you stand there
On the convex rocks of Lingfeng, you can definitely see the waves of bamboo moving left and right when the cloud waves are not thick.
Stepping on a layer of dead bamboo leaves laid on the ground, I looked for the tender green new bamboo core.
The wind was a bit strong, so he hid the green silk behind his ears, and soon the wind blew it over his shoulders. Wei'er covered the green silk behind his ears again. After repeating this, he felt tired of repeating it, so he broke a thin bamboo branch and tied up the green silk.
I felt much more relaxed now. But there were still a few disobedient strands, swaying like bamboo in the wind, a poetic and picturesque mess but very beautiful.
After picking half of the bamboo cores from the medicine basket, Wei'er was a little annoyed. When she went out, she should ask the pharmacist how much to pick. Since he didn't explain, it should be enough to pick more than half of the basket.
I quickly picked most of the medicine basket, thinking I had to keep half to pick the monochromatic mushrooms. I also picked up a handful of bamboo leaves and spread them on the bamboo core to act as a spacer.
When we left the bamboo forest, the sun began to set in the west.
The sky was bright red, like maple leaves outside Xuanmen.
Thinking of Maple Leaf, she inadvertently thought of Li Yuan talking about King Dong Zhao. She shook her head. It was nothing to think of someone occasionally, but occasionally too many times, she had to wonder if she was obsessed with something.
The thin rays of the setting sun slanted across Wei'er's body, making her light cyan gauze dress a little darker.
Her eyes were slightly tilted back, and she couldn't see the person coming out of the bamboo forest, so she couldn't help but become wary.
Since he didn't make any move, she didn't have to say anything to expose him.
As we walked all the way to the forest where we were picking mushrooms, the person behind us was still looking leisurely and didn't seem to mind being discovered.
Wei'er casually picked up a small dry stick, stood under the pine tree and pushed aside the dead branches and leaves to look for the single-color mushroom. However, the single-color mushroom seemed to be against her. She searched several places without even seeing a shadow.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wei'er couldn't help but feel a little worried. And the person hiding behind her made her calm mood even more inexplicable. With a wave of anger, she threw the stick towards the hiding place of the person. 'Crack—
—' There was a crisp sound, the stick broke into several sections, and the man in the dark came out.
When she saw the person coming, Wei'er's figure tilted slightly and she frowned: "You have been following me, what do you want?"
Ever since they met and said goodbye that night, he had decided never to see her privately in the spirit realm. But today when he saw her leaving alone, his footsteps followed her involuntarily. He did not deliberately hide his presence, he just didn't want to see her.
He saw the look of disgust in her eyes. "I will have to leave soon, and it will take another ten years to enter the spiritual realm again. Protector Ye can walk around in the spiritual realm, so I came here."
"As King Dongzhao, I must not let my words go unnoticed. Do you think I will believe this explanation?" She turned around and looked into his eyes. She wanted to see how she would feel when she really faced him.
"You only need one reason to follow you, believe it or not."
Wei'er opened her mouth, but was speechless. She was unable to refute. But now she was facing King Dong Zhao, and her heart was really hard to calm down.
Walking towards him step by step, Qi Mingye felt a little unbelievable when he saw this.
Wei'er stopped and knelt down next to Qi Mingye, and picked the first single-color mushroom at his feet. The umbrella was not opened, but the legs were very big, so I believed it would have good medicinal effects.
"I have met Yue'er. She said that she is the Eleven in your mouth, and you also recognized her." Standing shoulder to shoulder, they were in the opposite direction. She didn't know why she asked King Dong Zhao about this, but
Just ask.
"Yes, she is my concubine."
His tone of voice was very calm, so quiet that Wei'er couldn't hear any emotion. She lowered her head for a moment, and then said after a long time: "Really, treat her well."
At this moment, each other's expressions were confused. The wind blew gently, not like the smell of bamboo in the bamboo forest, but with the smell of decay and decay. The bamboo leaves on Wei'er's head made a rustling sound.
The only movement at this time.
My feet seemed to have roots and I couldn't walk.
After taking a step forward, she realized how difficult it was to move away from him. At this time, Wei'er was convinced that King Qi Mingye of Dongzhao was a man who would make her feel uneasy and lose all control of herself. As a saint in the spiritual realm,
She definitely shouldn't mess up her mind at this moment.
Wei'er lowered her head and continued to look for Dusegu, while Qi Mingye also left when she lowered her head.
She listened to his footsteps as he left, and each sound seemed to step on her heart.
After a while, she was frightened by a gust of wind generated by her internal force. Then she wondered if someone was using force nearby. Then she saw King Dong Zhao walking back. There were dead knots of weeds stuck to his head, and he was holding a large handful in his hand.
Duse Mushroom. He stood in front of Wei'er and put a large handful of Duse Mushroom into her medicine basket.
Wei'er, on the other hand, couldn't help but reach out and remove the dead knots of weeds from his head.
This careful act moved Qi Mingye's heart. He instantly held Wei'er in his arms, "I want to take good care of you, but God won't give me a chance. I'm leaving, so you have to take good care of yourself."
Even if this separation lasts ten years, I don’t expect you to understand anything in ten years, but I will definitely remain the same.”