When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

In the next few days, Xuan Qingzong's situation was not too good, but it was not too bad either.

After the outbreak of the magic patterns on the first day, most of the disciples infected by the magic patterns were sent to Thunder Pool, but in the next few days there were still outbreaks of magic patterns among the disciples—the magic patterns were extremely contagious. It's like the plague, but it's more difficult than the plague in that it won't break out immediately. It can lurk in people's hearts, maybe a day, maybe a month, or maybe longer, and then explode when people are caught off guard.

This is undoubtedly a trouble, but it is not as bad as imagined. At least Jiang Mo still didn't see any important people among the infected. On the contrary, Fozong infected the elders and stabbed the abbot that day, which was obviously worse than Xuanqingzong's experience.

Speaking of the Buddhist sect, there are many disasters and disasters. I don't know the current situation of Puhua Mountain, and whether Xuanqingzong's support is timely?

Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue felt as if they had entered a closed area of ​​information. Once Xuanqingzong's sect protection formation opened, it was easy for outside news to come in. They didn't know the current situation of the Buddha Sect, nor the battle situation in Xuanyin Mountain. They heard that Tiandaozong and Xuanqingzong had a quarrel for a while before, and they didn't know how it was resolved in the end, or whether it was resolved?

The two are busy every day, either patrolling or arresting people. The disciples who caught the magic pattern were sent to the Thunder Pool, and within a short period of time, all the ninety-nine Thunder Pools allocated were filled.

Jiang Mo got tired of catching people, and Yun Qingyue was about to set off early this morning as usual, but was grabbed by Jiang Mo who was sitting among the purple clouds.

Yun Qingyue turned her head, her pretty face reflected the morning light, as if she had been coated with a layer of light, and even the coldness that always shrouded her eyebrows and eyes disappeared completely. Jiang Mo looked up at her, and she looked down at Jiang Mo, her voice was a little warmer than usual, so she looked extra gentle: "What's the matter, what are you pulling me for?"

Jiang Mo stared at her for a long time, his eyes were amazed and obsessed. After a while, Yun Qingyue didn't see any impatience on her face, so she said softly, "Let's not go today, shall we?"

Her voice was very soft, almost dissipated in the morning wind, but Yun Qingyue still heard: "Why?"

Jiang Mo's voice was very soft just now, and she seemed to have a guilty conscience when she spoke, but she immediately gained confidence as soon as Yun Qingyue answered. She grasped the senior sister's hand tighter, and then her face collapsed, she felt aggrieved: "There are so many elders in Xuanqingzong, they just arrest a few disciples who are sick, and we don't have to go." After she finished speaking, she raised her arm and pointed around. : "We haven't had a good look at the flowers when they are planted."

After hearing her words, Yun Qingyue wanted to refute. She wanted to say that they were fast and could take down the disciples before they were injured. She also wanted to say that they had carefully admired this purple cloud flower. On the day it was planted, they even sat in the flowers and watched the sunset together.

But she didn't say these words in the end, because when she met the pitiful appearance of the little tiger, her heart softened.

Yun Qingyue has always been a firm person, and the plans he made will not be changed easily. However, in the face of Jiang Mo's coquettishness, her firmness seemed to be shaken—the flowers are still blooming, and it doesn't matter if the rare time is rewarded again. What's more, as Jiang Mo said, Xuanqingzong is full of talents, and there is no shortage of the two of them, and there will be no trouble without them.

At this moment, Yun Qingyue wavered, and Jiang Mo also saw her wavering. So the little tiger sitting on the ground shook her arm, and said to her coquettishly: "Ayue, let's take a day off today, how about staying with me?"

Yun Qingyue didn't say yes, but she felt a sudden force in her arm. Rao didn't stand still because of her cultivation, she rushed forward, and then fell into Jiang Mo's arms without any surprise.

Jiang Mo fell into the flowers, but he held him firmly. Fine purple petals fell down and landed in the entangled hair of the two of them.

Yun Qingyue leaned on Jiang Mo's body with his right hand resting on Jiang Mo's shoulder, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Jiang Mo took advantage of the opportunity to embrace her waist, pursed the corners of his lips and raised an innocent and flattering smile, his golden eyes shining brightly in the morning light: "If the day is too long, half a day is fine. Stay with me, okay..."

The little tiger acted coquettishly again, and I don't know if it was Yun Qingyue's illusion, but he always felt that this guy was more clingy than before. But she was more reluctant to reject her than before, so the displeasure in her eyes gradually turned into helplessness, and she stood up supporting her shoulders: "Okay, okay, I'll stay with you, but don't do this next time, in case... "Forget it, it won't hurt her anyway.

Jiang Mo liked the feeling of Wen Xiang's soft jade hug just now, but she didn't dare to stop Yun Qingyue from getting up. So after the other party left her body, she also sat up with support.

Yun Qingyue, who stood up, shook his robe, and a rain of purple petals immediately fell.

As soon as Jiang Mo stretched out his hand, he grabbed a few petals and subconsciously sniffed at the tip of his nose. In addition to the obvious purple cloud fragrance, it seems that in the short period of time before, these petals have been contaminated with a little breath of the senior sister.

Yun Qingyue saw her movements, and for some reason, the roots of her ears felt a little hot. She touched her ears with the movement of pulling her hair, and as expected, she felt a little hot, so she quietly applied ice to compress it. The effect of the ice pack was obvious, the ears cooled down quickly, Yun Qingyue put down his hands and acted as usual. She immediately sat down next to Jiang Mo, turned her head and asked her solemnly, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Mo didn't realize that the senior sister was shy just now, so he didn't know the meaning of this question. Instead, she acted a little frankly, and opened her palm to Yun Qingyue: "Senior Sister, these petals are so fragrant."

Yun Qingyue stared at her several times, seeing that she was not guilty or shy at all, so he said, "Of course, this is spice."

Jiang Mo nodded: "I know. I mean, senior sister, can you teach me how to make a sachet?"

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Half a day is not long, nor is it short, but it passes quickly.

In one morning, picking flowers, drying, and sewing sachets, let alone one sachet, even ten or eight sachets can be done well for experienced hands... But Jiang Mo is obviously not a proficient hand, and she is not yet How to concentrate.

When picking flowers, Jiang Mo was surprised to find something different in a sea of ​​purple clouds and flowers—it was a small light blue flower, which was inconspicuous mixed in a sea of ​​purple flowers. Jiang Mo didn't know what kind of flower it was, but seeing the flower blooming brightly and gorgeously, he thought about it, picked it back and put it in Yun Qingyue's hair.

Yun Qingyue is well-informed, but he has never seen this kind of blue flower, so he couldn't help asking Jiang Mo, "Where did this flower come from?"

Jiang Mo was admiring it with his chin on his hands, and pointed at the flowers behind him casually: "I found it in the flowers. I think it's different, and it blooms beautifully, so I picked it up and gave it to you."

Yun Qingyue glanced at what she was pointing at, a little surprised: "Have new flowers bloomed on the top of this mountain?"

You know, the Ziyun Peak was flattened by a sword that day, leaving nothing on it. This sea of ​​purple clouds and flowers was planted by Yun Qingyue by sowing seeds, and the little spirit rain technique and birthing techniques were used to make this sea of ​​flowers grow so quickly and bloom so luxuriantly. And it took only a few days for the flower seed of this little blue flower to take root on the ground and grow into a flower.

Jiang Mo also felt that the flowers grew fast, but she didn't care, and said casually, "Wildflowers grow very fast without care, and they are not as delicate as Lingzhi." After finishing the topic, she asked : "Ayue, do you think it looks good?"

Yun Qingyue raised her hand and touched the flowers in her hair. She hadn't worn flowers for many years, and she was a little unaccustomed: "It's okay."

Jiang Mo heard that it was okay, so he just took it as a compliment, and smiled for a while.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyue let go of her discomfort, her brows and eyes softened unconsciously. She withdrew her hand touching the flowers, and began to direct Jiang Mo's movements: "Don't you want to learn how to make a sachet? Hurry up and do it, why are you in a daze?"

Jiang Mo obediently began to tidy up the purple cloud flowers he had picked. It was really not difficult, and it only took a few tricks to dry them. So while pinching her fingers, she distractedly replied to Yun Qingyue's words: "It's natural to look at beauties in a daze." After saying this, she specially winked at her senior sister and smiled sincerely.

Yun Qingyue is not used to such straightforwardness, especially the provocative eyes that Jiang Mo throws at him, which easily makes people shy. She felt that her ears were getting hot again, but this time under Jiang Mo's gaze, it was not easy to use ice to cool down.

"Do things well, don't mess around." Yun Qingyue gave Jiang Mo an angry look, and threw a few purple cloud flowers at her.

Jiang Mo took it away when he saw it was ready, and grabbed the purple cloud flowers and put them away, planning to put them all in a sachet.

The two moved very quickly, with the help of spells, but they dried all the newly picked petals in a short while. The next step was to make the sachet, so Yun Qingyue asked Jiang Mo again: "What kind of sachet do you want to make?"

Jiang Mo didn't even think about it, and gestured casually: "Of course I want to be a little tiger."

Yun Qingyue took a deep look at her, his thoughts were obvious.