stardust

"Song Daochang, please wash the dishes!"

Yue'er put down the bowl and chopsticks, and hurried to the side of the square pond in the bamboo forest to use her spiritual power to grow flowers.

Song Lan nodded as usual, and obediently went to the kitchen to get busy.

Yue'er cooks, Song Lan washes the dishes, the two have been doing this for more than a month, and they cooperate quite tacitly.

Under Yue'er's treatment, Song Lan has forced out all the corpse poison in his body. Now his body is no different from a human body, but his soul has not returned to its place, so he is not a real human being yet.

After tidying up the kitchen, Song Lan went back to his room to practice the return to origin technique, which was also taught to him by Yue'er.

Song Lan once asked Yue'er: "Miss Ming, you and I are not related, why did you spend a lot of spiritual power to save me?"

Yue'er smiled and said: "Isn't the purpose of cultivating immortals to save people and the world? The little uncle has always had this ambition, and he will never stop until he dies. As his niece, I should inherit his ambition. What's more, you are the little uncle's son." Boss friend, saving you is my duty."

After hearing Yue'er's words, Song Lan's originally frenzied heart turned cold.

These days, he spends time with Yue'er day and night, seeing Yue'er busy, sometimes lively and lovely, sometimes gentle and generous, he just feels that he has never been so happy in this life.

It's just that this happy state is only because of Xiao Xingchen...

Song Lan went to the bamboo forest to look for Yue'er after practicing the returning Yuan technique.

Yue'er was busy as always, and Linghua was full of spiritual power, and she was already emitting a faint light, which was a good sign.

She withdrew her spiritual power in satisfaction, and was about to stand up and take a good look, but she didn't know if she had consumed too much spiritual power today, and she was a little dizzy...

Supporting the dizzy Yue'er with both hands, it was Song Lan.

"Thank you Daoist Song." Yue'er smiled softly on her tired face.

Song Lan wrote on the ground with his sword: "Go back to your room and rest for a while, I will guard here."

Yue'er nodded, she was not polite, she saluted and thanked her, then walked towards the bamboo house, she is not the kind of polite person, not to mention, she is really too tired! ... Before the little uncle comes back, I can't fall down!

Song Lan looked at Ming Xiyue, who was a little thinner than when she first met, with a look of love and compassion in her eyes, but a little guilt in her heart: "The trouble I caused, but I have to bring a little girl into trouble, alas..."

Song Lan looked at the faintly glowing spirit flower in the Fangtang again, and sighed in his heart: "Xingchen, which world are you in? Can you see Yue'er's feelings for you? Xingchen, we want to stick to you. The sword saves the world, but now it is Yue'er who comes to save us. Is this entanglement caused by this sword? Xingchen, if you can hear my heart, you will not disappoint Yue'er. You must Come back!"

The spirit flower suddenly swayed with the wind, like Xiao Xingchen's warm smile.

This day is No. 40, nine days, Yue'er refused to leave the pond for a moment, and did not cook or eat, so Song Lan had to take some fruits to feed Yue'er.

"It's still Daoist Song who is considerate, thank you!" Yue'er thanked with a smile as she ate the fruit Daoist brought for her.

Song Lan smiled gently.

The spirit flower in the pond has already bloomed extremely prosperously, emitting a bright light, like a star falling into the water.

Yue'er put the bitten apple in Song Lan's hand, and then called out her Moon Spirit Sword. The Moon Spirit Sword flew over the pond, shining like a moon, and the light of the spirit flowers gradually gathered around the Moon Spirit Sword. A large ball of light was formed.

Yue'er quickly took out the spirit-locking pouch, released Xiao Xingchen's remaining spiritual consciousness inside, and they also floated towards the big ball of light, gradually merging into a ball.

After half a column, the big ball of light slowly transformed into a human figure, it was Xiao Xingchen!

Yue'er clapped her hands and laughed, and shouted loudly: "Little Uncle!"

Song Lan's eyes turned red, "It really succeeded!"

The translucent glowing "Xiao Xingchen" showed a gentle smile.

Yue'er called back her Moon Spirit Sword, and "Xiao Xingchen" also flew over with the Moon Spirit Sword, "This is the soul of my little uncle, and now I can only attach it to my Moon Spirit Sword. Only after their souls come back can they fuse together to become a human spirit." Yue'er put away the sword while explaining to Song Lan.

Song Lan nodded again, thinking: "This Baoshan Sanren is really powerful. He has thoroughly studied the ways of humanity, ghosts, and immortality. He actually knows it so clearly. No wonder he can 'live the dead, flesh and blood'."

He didn't know that Baoshan Sanren had accepted countless apprentices in the past hundreds of years, but Yue'er was the only one who cultivated the true way.

He would never know what a carefree little girl Yue'er used to be, she never wanted to practice any Taoism, she just wanted to be a carefree gourmet.

Yue'er has been cultivating the immortal way all these years, just to save her little teacher and uncle Xiao Xingchen.

Of course, it's fine if he doesn't know, otherwise his heart will feel uncomfortable again.

Yue'er put away her sword, removed the protection outside the pond, and said, "Daochang Song, let's go, we don't need it here anymore. Let's go back and call the soul of the little uncle. But first, please go down the mountain to buy some food, I'll be fine." Hungry, I really want to eat!"

Song Lan nodded with a smile, and went directly down the mountain with Yujian, fearing that Yue'er would starve to death.

Yue'er returned to the bamboo house, and when she got to the room, she fell down on the bed without even taking off her clothes.

For the past 49 days, she has spent her spiritual energy every day. After rescuing Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, she almost used up all the spiritual energy she had accumulated in those eight years, so she needs to take a good rest.Fortunately, there is still more than half a month until July [-]th, and I have time to recover my spiritual power, so I should be a happy foodie and treat my stomach well.

Yue'er closed her beautiful eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, the sky was completely dark, and Yue'er was awakened by a pungent smell of paste, her nose is most sensitive to the smell of cooking.

Yue'er jumped up from the bed, rushed to the kitchen, and asked eagerly, "Who cooks? It's a mess!"

Song Lan, who was panicked, turned around quickly, blocked the stove, and shook her head desperately.

"Ah!" Yue'er had seen it a long time ago, and frowned, "What a reckless waste! Such a good fish has turned into a piece of black charcoal! Daoist Song, you, you..." Yue'er said no angrily. Speak up.

Song Lan's face was pale, her mouth was pursed, and she was at a loss, then picked up a pen and wrote on the paper: "I'm sorry! Miss Ming, I just saw that you were too tired, so I tried to make a meal for you... I'm sorry, It's my first time cooking."

Seeing Song Lan's "words", Yue'er sighed, and then said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness. Let me do it. You just need to eat more, because the soul of the little uncle still depends on it." You came to call it back."

Song Lan heard Yue'er's three words of "Xiao Xingchen", her face was even uglier than before, she quickly turned around, picked up the fish paste in the pot and threw it away, and then cleaned up the stove...

Yue'er Meimei had a good night's sleep, she was much more energetic, and she helped prepare the meals nimbly.

"Wow, Song Daochang, it's great that you bought lotus root. I like lotus root the most. Let's make lotus root pork rib soup tonight. And fish, do you like steamed fish or sweet and sour fish?" Yue'er flipped through the dishes basket asked.

……

There was no reply, Song Lan had already left.

While tidying up the dishes, Yue'er said to herself: "When Daoist Song was blind, my uncle gave him eyes. Now he can't speak, and it's quite inconvenient to communicate. Young uncle probably doesn't want to see him like this." It looks like, I have to find a way to cure him. However, he has lost his tongue, how can I cure him? I can’t give him my tongue, can I? No, no, I still have a lot to say to my uncle ... But he needs to be cured, otherwise the junior uncle might give his own tongue to Daoist Song, isn't the junior uncle blind and dumb... he must be cured, he must be cured!"

Song Lan was walking into the kitchen with dry firewood, and when she heard Yue'er talking to herself, she felt uncomfortable again: "I'm like a useless person, I need Xingchen to save me, I need Yue'er to save me... Is it true that I want to practice swordsmanship by myself? Are you constantly causing trouble to those around you? Then why should I practice swordsmanship?"

Those who hold the sword will be wounded by the sword.

For the first time, Song Lan had the idea of ​​retiring from the world.