Qingyu stood at the door to greet the senior brother who had returned from an outing. Before he could say "Thank you for your hard work", he saw the courtyard door fall to the ground as the senior brother closed it casually, kicking up dust all over the floor.
Qingyu forced a smile, it was considered that this person had died, so he did not leave the body intact, just use it as firewood to burn it.
Hongtao sat on the threshold brushing five broken bowls, with a curious look on his face: "Senior Brother Zhufeng always leaves nothing behind wherever he goes. I wonder what treasures he brought back during this trip?"
Zhufeng put down his backpack and took out a few grasses with great dissatisfaction, "Liao Ershan is so bald that even a monk would be ashamed of himself. I just dug out these few medicinal herbs from the cracks in the rocks. I don't know how many they can be sold for." Money." The family is now so poor that they don't have a penny.
Hongtao pursed her lips in disappointment and looked at Liao'er Mountain in the distance, her eyes full of hope: It seems that she can only rely on the senior sister.
Shi'an came back with a bundle of straw, and happened to bump into Zhufeng at the door. He asked with concern, "Elder brother is back, did the trip go smoothly?"
Zhufeng pointed at a medicinal plant in his hand, and was very proud: "Red Lotus Ghost, a holy medicine that prolongs life and prolongs life. Not all mortals pursue immortality, so it should be sold at a good price."
"Let's wait until we can sell it." Hong Tao struck, his eyes falling on the straw in Shi'an's arms, and he said: "Senior Brother Zhufeng, you have to take on the responsibility of being the head of the family. The head sister said that there will be a heavy rain tonight. , don’t you see that our roof can no longer withstand the tossing, why don’t you hurry up and repair the roof?”
Zhufeng glanced at the high roof and took a few steps back, "This is a dangerous building. It's dangerous. I won't go there."
Shi'an patted Zhufeng's shoulder reassuringly, "I'll do it. Senior brother has been tired for a day and deserves a rest."
A look of sadness suddenly appeared on Hongtao's face, she hugged the lovely Qingyu into her arms, and said to Zhufeng: "Dad, isn't it natural to protect your children from wind and rain?"
The conversation left Zhufeng speechless. Hongtao quickly went to set up a ladder and said again, "Dad, please excuse me."
Oh, what a responsibility. Zhufeng walked towards the dilapidated house step by step resigned to his fate, and climbed up the ladder tremblingly with trembling calves. From time to time, he warned Shi An on the escalator below with a trembling voice, "Hold on tight, don't let the ladder feet slip." .”
"I'll do it." Shi'an looked worriedly at his senior brother who was shaking like a sieve.
At this time, Zhufeng had to care about the face of the head of the family. He climbed up to the roof and rushed down and shouted: "Qingyu, tell me where you need to mend."
Qingyu glanced at him, picked up the bamboo pole, and pushed it out from a hole.
Seeing the bamboo pole, Father Zhufeng's eyes became firm. He took the straw target handed over by Shi'an's son behind him with one hand, and moved forward holding on to the roof with the other hand. However, after taking a few steps, there was a sudden click and then a bang. , he fell down in the astonished eyes of everyone.
There was a patch of rustling grass above Qingyu's head. In desperation, she squeezed it with both hands, chanted "Qing Tian Cover", pulled out a piece of talisman paper out of thin air, and then a transparent cover covered her body.
She looked at Dad Zhufeng, who fell from the gray wood grass to the ground in the blink of an eye, and said: Miscalculation.
Hongtao, who was sitting on the threshold, had a look of disgust on his face: "If you fail to succeed, you will fail." Shi'an hurried over to help others and showed concern.
Zhufeng fell to pieces and was stunned for a long time before he stood up in despair, covered in vegetation and ashes. He stared blankly at the hole above his head, waved his hands, and left.
Hongtao ran to Qingtianshi, blushing with excitement, "Junior sister, where did you get this talisman? We don't have Taoism now, so can't we draw talismans?" Although I have only been here for more than ten days, I will see Xuanmen again.
She actually felt like she was in another world.
Um...wait a minute, it's true that I have passed away. Take it back.
Qingyu took off the talisman and looked dumbfounded. What did she just do? She just reflexively wanted to take out her usual talisman out of desperation, but she didn't expect that one actually appeared out of thin air.
She was overjoyed. Could it be that God, the thief, took pity on their misfortune and opened the back door for her? She thought again, and suddenly another spell appeared in her hand, which seemed to confirm her idea.
Seeing this, Hong Tao was so excited that she couldn't speak coherently, and asked eagerly: "Can you cast a spell to let us go back?"
Qingyu shook her head in affirmation, because at that moment, her consciousness returned to Xuannv Hall. Her consciousness flashed again, and she returned to reality. After repeated trials, she reluctantly believed that it was her Xuannv Hall that was following her.
One came to this mortal world, but it has no entity, but its function is equivalent to that of entity.
She opened her blank palms and tried her best to explain: "The Xuannv Temple came here with me in the form of a void. The things inside can be taken out and used, and you can also store things inside, but you can't see it, and you can't go in.
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Hong Tao was stunned, and nodded as he pecked at the rice, and then suddenly an idea came to his mind, "Is there anything to eat in the Xuannv Palace?"
Qingyu glanced at her: "When did you see me eating and drinking in Xuannv Hall?" But... there is also a small hall in Xuannv Hall, which is the inner hall where she takes a rest when handling affairs. She remembers to clean it.
The disciple would give her two plates of fresh snacks and fruits every day.
With a thought, Qingyu came to the inner hall and saw two plates of snacks and a plate of fruit. She breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was for emergency use. It wasn't time yet.
I walked around the hall again: a box of charms and a row of various magical instruments, but otherwise nothing else.
Back in reality, Qingyu's face was no longer as desperate as it was two days ago. She turned her head and looked around the room, wondering, where is her father Zhufeng? Then her eyes were fixed, oh, he is in the hospital.
He was squatting at the door, facing the wall.
At that time, Zhufeng was squatting in the corner of the courtyard gate, his face full of autistic and sorrowful. The grace and dignity he had maintained for hundreds of years were lost by the fall just now. He had no shame as a human being.
Hong Tao made a sound, "You are hundreds of years old and you are already a father, and you are still crying. It's really embarrassing."
Zhufeng rubbed his red eyes, sniffed and stood up, and then swallowed: "Qingyu, call daddy and come and listen."
Qingyu called "Daddy" sweetly and well-behaved, "Qingyu is hungry."
Zhufeng swallowed for a while and squatted down again, "Let's wait for your mother-in-law."
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At night, Wen Ya, who had been out for a day, finally returned. She carried a bow and arrows on her back and carried a beheaded pheasant with murderous intent. However, when she saw the four people sitting cross-legged and meditating at the entrance of the courtyard, tenderness suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Qingyu saw it in her eyes, and her senior sister was probably moving her brothers and sisters to look forward to it.
Seeing the senior sister striding towards them, Qingyu took the lead and jumped up. Zhufeng even stepped forward diligently, took the pheasant with one hand, and said with tenderness and sweetness: "Junior sister Wenya, thank you for your hard work. Fortunately, junior sister is a mountain practitioner.
Otherwise, our family will not be allowed to stay here by the thief."
Wen Ya was very pleased with this kind of worship and gave the order: "Go, make a fire and cook." Zhufeng said, "Okay."
Qingyu watched Father Zhufeng carrying the pheasant and calling the lovely children Shi'an and Hongtao to the kitchen.
She looked at the sky again. The black clouds were so thick that they seemed to fall down at any time, which made people panic. She urged: "Hurry up, it will be bad if it rains."
Wen Ya ran around all day and was very tired. As she returned to the house, she said, "I'm going to rest for a while. Call me when you're ready."
The three people in the kitchen suddenly looked a little secretive. Zhufeng hurriedly blew the fire off, but before the fire was lit, Wen Ya rushed out in a hurry, pointing to the sky: "Who is coming again?"
Qingyu coughed and comforted with a smile, "No one, this roof can't bear the weight, so it will collapse. But the bed can still be slept on, why don't senior sister go and have a rest first." After all, it's raining. But she couldn't sleep anymore. She was kind and didn't hurt anyone.
Wen Ya's eyes flashed, and she walked over, grabbed the kitchen knife and grabbed Zhu Feng's ear, "Is this something you did?"
Zhufeng's face turned pale with fright, he shook his head and nodded, "Junior sister Wen Ya, please be patient for a moment. We'll talk after senior brother finishes cooking."
Pheasant stewed with wild vegetables and served with rice bran porridge. Although it has no taste, it is rare to eat a full meal. The family of five was rejoicing when suddenly a strong wind swept over and blew several people away. Then, raindrops as big as beans fell. On the face, everyone raised their heads, and the only remaining thatch roof was gone.