Start cultivating immortality from sparrows Chapter 184 [A letter from home is worth ten thousand gold] (The Year of the Tiger is auspicious! The tiger and the tiger bring power)
Chapter 184 [A letter from home is worth ten thousand gold] (The Year of the Tiger is auspicious! The tiger and the tiger bring power)
"What happened?"
Jia Fei asked.
She didn't know why Cheng Yu's aura suddenly attacked Hu Caner's soul, but Cheng Yu had roughly figured out the reason.
The three of them have just formed a triangle-shaped life-and-resistance relationship within the cat demon's sea of consciousness.
Water produces wood, so when his breath enters the demon elixir, Jia Fei will feel that the sea of consciousness is very useful.
But water can also suppress fire, so Hu Caner's soul that suddenly exploded was restrained within the demon elixir.
But fire depends on wood, and if there is more wood, the fire will burn brighter.
Therefore, at Cheng Yu's signal, Jia Fei separated a ray of demon power from the demon pill to supplement Hu Can'er. Sure enough, after a few breaths, the charming Meizi in palace clothes finally recovered, lying prone and sobbing softly:
"Ouch~ My dear...it hurts me..."
After Hu Meizi faintly woke up, she used her spiritual consciousness to examine her own condition. After the examination, she only felt sad and sad: Damn it, my soul has dropped to the point where it cannot be solidified!
Seeing that Hu Can'er woke up and seemed to be fine, Jia Fei said to Cheng Yu:
"Would you like to try again? This time, try to control your breath when you come in, and don't be too impatient, little fox."
Cheng Yu's eyebrows twitched when he heard this. This cat demon must be addicted.
But Hu Caner was screaming:
"No! No, no, no, no! Auntie, please spare me. If I do it again, I will fall to the realm of Yuanshen! It's good to just stay here."
"But I don't think it's good! I have a demon pill, so what's the point of adding an object like you for no reason? Why don't you come in again and completely remove this Meizi's spirit, and everyone will be clean."<
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Jia Fei turned to Cheng Yu for the last few words.
Upon hearing this, Hu Can'er immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Yao Dan, sobbing intermittently:
"My aunt, have mercy on me! It's all my fault that I don't have eyes for gold and jade. My aunt has a lot of money. Don't try it again! Please allow me to stay for a while. I have lived for more than a thousand years and I still have some knowledge. I can help you."
Let my aunt come up with some ideas. I can still help my aunt at critical moments."
Her two demons were quarreling with each other in the sea of consciousness. Jiafei even took out the comb regardless and forcibly chanted a spell to suck Hu Can'er out.
Unexpectedly, after opening the comb magic weapon, he realized that if he really wanted to suck it out, part of his own demon soul would also be implicated, so he had to give up in frustration.
At this time, Hu Can'er has long lost her original arrogant and coquettish attitude. She cried in the cat demon pill and turned into a miserable scene with no one to take it.
Cheng Yu always maintained the Qi connection with Jia Fei and observed secretly. It stands to reason that this cat demon's Wood-Evolving Demonic Pill cannot seal the Fire-Evolving Soul.
I think back to the night when Jia Fei transformed last year, she was holding the imperial pen tube in her hand, and when she played with the wood spirit on the ground, it caused the two to fuse, and then the cat spirit immediately got that opportunity.
From this point of view, she can use the element of wood to seal the element of fire. I wonder if it is because of her wood spirit body, the extraordinary origin of the imperial pen tube, or both?
The two banshees in the Consciousness Sea came and went with each other for a while, and then they both became exhausted, and neither of them could do anything against the other.
One is thinking about it but not daring to do it forcefully.
One wants to be quiet but cannot force it out.
Jia Fei stopped crying Hu Meizi, who was lying down and making herself small, and calmed down for a while. Seeing that there was nothing he could do, he had to put it aside first.
Looking up, he saw the white smoke rising from the mountain again. He remembered that when he was eating tofu bread yesterday morning, Mr. Zhang asked about things in the capital, so he told Cheng Yu everything.
"Yeah! It's true. Let's go. It's not a good time. You and I will go down the mountain together to eat tofu."
After Cheng Yu finished speaking, his whole body trembled slightly, his soul solidified, and he stepped on the rotten leaves under his feet and headed down the mountain.
"Good! I want sweet juice."
Jia Fei's green shirt flew up and he chased after him and shouted.
"Sweetness!"
"What is sweetness?"
"Haha..."
"Eh? Why are you here? Wait a minute and leave! Tell me clearly, what is sweetness?"
……
After finishing his work, Mr. Zhang put the lid on the small half bucket of steaming tofu to prevent it from getting cold and losing its flavor.
As soon as I turned around and went out, I saw two figures, one white and one green, coming down the path from the mountain. They seemed to be arguing about something as they walked.
He had a premonition last night, and sure enough, early this morning, the God of Wealth and his grandma came together.
Father Zhang hurriedly wiped his hands clean and greeted him cheerfully:
"Sir, Madam, it's rare for both of you to come together to support us. The tofu noodles are already prepared. I will prepare them for you two right away."
After speaking, Father Zhang turned around and went into the house to serve the tofu cakes. Cheng Yu, who was left at the door of the courtyard, looked at Jia Fei in surprise.
Madam?
The cat demon pouted Cheng Yu's small mouth with a hint of arrogance, and shouted as soon as he entered the hospital:
"My father-in-law, please put more sweet juice!"
Seeing that Jia Fei was ahead, Cheng Yu didn't have time to think too much and followed behind and added:
"Old man, bring me a bowl of salty food."
"Okay! Two bowls, one sweet and one salty, here they go!"
Cheng Yu and Jia Fei sat across from each other, each holding a wooden spoon in their hands, pointing at the other's bowl with their middle fingers, and drinking the tofu noodle from their own bowl.
One drank slowly and slowly, but the other drank it as tightly as a spoonful, but the two of them were able to finish it almost at the same time.
Father Zhang hid in the door and listened carefully to the two people outside the house drinking tofu nao. After hearing the sound of the wooden spoon touching the bottom of the bowl, he carefully walked out of the house and started chatting with Cheng Yu.
"But for a letter home?"
Cheng Yu asked straight to the point.
"Ah... Sir, you have a good memory. This is just a letter from home. I still remember that the last time I met your husband, I mentioned my nephew in the capital. This letter was sent to him."
"The one who works in Prince Yu's Mansion, it's easy to talk about."
Cheng Yu nodded, then turned to look at the cat demon and said, "Take out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone."
When Jia Fei heard this, he turned his back, blocking Father Zhang's view and reached into the brocade bag to search for it.
"Eh? How dare you ask your husband to bring a letter from home? How dare you spend money on it? I've prepared it, I've prepared it."
After saying that, he hurriedly turned back into the house, took out the paper he bought earlier, and the pen and inkstone he borrowed from the restaurant in the outer city and handed them to Cheng Yu. Then he quickly collected the two empty bowls on the low table in the courtyard.
On the floor, clean the desktop.
Seeing Father Zhang take out the paper and ink, Cheng Yu turned around and signaled to Jia Fei that he didn't need to take any more, but he saw the cat demon with his back to him, lost in thought.
"Sir, everything is set up."
Zhang Lao Cheng and said.
Cheng Yu came to his senses, raised his hand to signal the other party to wait a moment, turned around and walked to the left side of the cat demon and patted her shoulder gently.
Jia Fei suddenly came back to her senses. Seeing Cheng Yu staring at her suspiciously, she opened her mouth, but swallowed back the words as soon as they reached her lips.
Cheng Yu immediately understood that he had connected with his Qi. As soon as he connected, he heard Hu Can'er's scream coming from Jia Fei's consciousness.
She thought Cheng Yu was going to enter the Demon Pill again.
"What's wrong?"
Cheng Yu ignored Hu Can'er and asked Jia Fei with his mind.
"It's okay! I'll let you know later."
Jia Fei replied with his thoughts.
Cheng Yu nodded lightly, returned to Father Zhang, took the paper from his hand and spread it out on the low table in the courtyard. After grinding the ink, he held the pen in his hand while Father Zhang dictated.
This is the first time in this life that Cheng Yu has written with his own hands. Before, he had just made dots out of thin air after moving water.
But fortunately, it didn’t take a day or two to travel back in time. Regardless of the article format or writing habits, I have already become proficient in it.
Without a cup of tea, a nearly 200-word letter home was written. The content was nothing more than an introduction to the current situation, greetings and inquiries, and when to return to my hometown. Although the questions were all mundane matters, they were comprehensive.<
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But the last few words made Cheng Yu couldn't help but smile. In the letter, Father Zhang repeatedly warned his nephew not to gamble again, never gamble again, nine times out of ten he would lose.
Cheng Yu looked back at Jia Fei and thought that she should deliver this letter to her. At the end, Cheng Yu added a few sentences on his own initiative and read it to Mr. Zhang:
"Spend a lot of money to get along, but the family is surrounded by walls and knows no poverty."
After hearing this, Mr. Zhang smacked his lips for a while, nodded and sighed:
"My husband is so literate and can speak clearly and logically. Alas! As a nephew, I can make sense of everything, except for the word "bet", which is really heart-breaking." p>
"Don't worry, father. I'm sure after I hand over this letter, my nephew will change his mind and find his way back."
Cheng Yu said with a pun, while not forgetting to look at Jia Fei.
Father Zhang bowed and thanked him repeatedly. He looked at the two pages of family letters on the table and sighed in admiration:
"Although the little boy can't read a few words, he can tell the difference between good and bad. My husband's handwriting is much better than that of the teacher in the neighboring village."
Cheng Yu smiled slightly and thought that although the old man could read the characters in this picture, he must not be able to read the thin gold body.
This is the third time he has used this font since he left the story about the Golden Salamander Killing the Jiao in Qingluozhuang and the four sentences about Hengqu for the scholar in Jiangkou Town.
Although I wrote it with my own hands this time, I felt that I was much more diligent than the last two times, and my physical and mental skills were about nine points higher.
Mr. Zhang carefully picked up two pieces of paper and waited until the ink was completely dry. Then he wrapped them with a piece of oil paper and rolled them together into a paper tube.
He went back to the house and took out an old bamboo tube, stuffed the rolled letter into the bamboo tube, stuffed one end tightly, and then carefully handed it to Cheng Yu.
When Cheng Yu saw this series of meticulous operations, he also sighed in his heart. The ancients said: A letter from home is worth ten thousand gold, it is really true.