My mother didn't like him pursuing strength, but now, there is no choice but to pursue strength.

In addition, Genji came to him, and until the end of May, Genyu was working hard. When Ito saw Sayaka looking for him, he would just go there perfunctorily.

The divine power has made rapid progress as always.

According to the words of Miko Kamira, if an ordinary person earns 300,000 yen per month, he earns 10 million yen per month. If he enters the "Assimilation of Heaven and Humans", it will be 30 million yen.

But he started late and practiced for almost two months, which was just equivalent to a practitioner who had participated in five or six battles.

In terms of mantras, they can only be described as changing with each passing day.

Sometimes Yuan Qingsu himself doubted whether he would have been obsessed with the practice of mantras, which was so successful.

By the end of May, purple sun flowers are in full bloom, and plum rain lingers like fog in the White Mountain Shrine. Yuan Qingsu completely integrates the true meaning of "Shendao Flow" and gives it a sense of wish.

After walking out of the hut, the world was completely renewed and his mind was open-minded. He felt that all practitioners in the world were only worthy of Yuan Qingsu to carry shoes.

The higher the cultivation level, the more obvious the power is.

Yuan Qingsu walked into the vegetable garden in the rain.

The eggplant is in purple joke, the green peppers are in white, and vegetables such as carrots are sucking in the rain.

He stepped on the mud, bent down to remove the green weeds, threw them on the ridges, and waited for them to turn into fertilizer to nourish the soil again.

When the weeds are pulled out, straighten your waist and your mind has returned to peace.

"Soil is a tool, nutrients are divine power, and weeds are the inner demons. The more nutrients the soil is, the more inner demons, and the more inner demons, the more nutrients you get after eliminating the inner demons. What else can I do in this world that Master Qing cannot do?"

After saying that, Yuan Qingsu slapped himself, and the weeds in his heart were completely gone.

He decided to stop practicing today and have reached the brink of danger.

Being able to withstand the temptation of rapid growth in cultivation is also one of the reasons (provements) for his profound skills.

Yuan Qingsu used his magical power to block the rain, climbed over the white courtyard wall, and jumped into Jigong Shiliuye's house.

"Is Sixteen Nights here?" he asked the Fire Fan.

"The master has gone to the God Witch's house." Huo Fan replied.

"Thank you." Yuan Qingsu smiled, walked through the spacious courtyard, continued to climb over the wall, and landed in the courtyard of Shenlin Yuzi's house.

Two witches were listening to the sound of rain under the eaves of the corridor.

Bai Zi and Little Butterfly were beside them, laying holes for the green plums one by one, preparing to brew green plum wine.

"You guys are so happy." Yuan Qingsu walked over, took off her shoes, and went up the eaves of the corridor barefoot.

"Have you gone to my place first?" Ji Gong Shiliu Ye was leaning against the corridor column and asked him with a smile.

"Whose house did I turn over?"

Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled.

Yuan Qingsu was leaning against another pillar, and Shen Lin Yuzi sat between him and Ji Gong's sixteen nights.

The wind chime swayed slightly above the three of them, not to the point where they made a sound.

"What are you looking at?" he asked Shen Lin Yuzi.

"Picture Collection." Shen Lin Yuko replied, her eyes not moving away from the painting collection in her hand.

"Whose?"

"Mary Rolandsan."

"French female painter." Yuan Qingsu nodded.

"Do you know this person?" Ji Gong Shiliuye asked curiously.

"I know everything." After saying that, Yuan Qingsu slapped himself again.

Ji Gong Shiliuye was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and fell to the ground like a silver bell and the sound of rain.

Even Shen Lin Yuzi raised his face and looked at him with a strange look.

"Miss Shen Lin," Yuan Qingsu said as if nothing had happened, "Can you show me the painting collection?"

Shen Lin Yuzi handed him the collection of paintings.

"A very unique style of painting." Yuan Qingsu looked at the painting called "Elegant Dance".

"Why do you listen to your tone? It seems that you don't know this person?" Ji Gong Shiliuye asked.

"Whenever God Lin Yuzi sees something, I guess France first and the United States second."

"I don't have to learn Chinese anymore, so I chose French literature in college." Shen Lin Yuzi said lightly.

"Can you guess." Yuan Qingsu nodded.

In order to learn the advanced level of mantras, you must be proficient in Chinese studies and even in the present world and formal occasions, but that is the Japanese version of Chinese characters.

"Mary Rolandsan learned to paint with Picasso," said Miko Shin-Lin to introduce the British female painter, "called the 'hart', and her painting style is innocent, romantic, full of poetry, unique and soft."

"It is indeed full of spirituality, like the lilies in the deep mountains, silenced with charming fragrance, just like you, Miss Shenlin."

"Thank you." Shen Lin Yuzi's fifth sentence. She took it back to the painting collection and continued reading.

Ji Gong Shiliuye looked at Yuan Qingsu, and Yuan Qingsu looked at her in confusion.

Ji Gong Shiliuye raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Even words are not smooth, they are just chirping there, are you a sparrow in the back mountain?"

""

Shen Lin Yuzi smiled sweetly, raised his gaze and looked at Yuan Qingsu who was scolded.

Ji Gong Shiliuye put away his sneer, tilted his head and asked with a smile:

"Speak sweet words quietly. What are the generals of such people called the omniscient Young Master Qing?"

"Scum?"

"No, it's a dead person."

"Sister Sixteen Nights, do you know what that is?" Yuan Qingsu pointed to the blue flowers that were stretching out in the rain in the yard.

Ji Gong Shiliuye looked in the direction he pointed: "It's Ziyanghua, what's wrong?"

"Do you know the flower language of Ziyanghua?"

"have no idea."

“Frequent.”

"You said I'm fickle?"

"No." Genyusu said, "I was tired of practicing recently, and I read Dazai Osamu and thought what he said made sense."

"Yes." Ji Gong Shiliuye signaled him to continue.

"He is also a Son of Man, and he shall survive."

"Do you want to live?" Ji Gong Shiliuye asked in a smile.

"This is not a question of whether I want to think about it or not. If I die, my mother may be heartbroken, so I should live."

"Is it your mother of the four kingdoms or your Shenlin mother?"

"And my Sixteen Night Sister." Yuan Qingsu came over, took the folding fan in her hand, and helped her gently fan the air.

"Ph!" Ji Gong's sixteenth night bangs swayed slightly in the wind, and she smiled and said, "Who is your sister? Your Yuzi's mother and I are friends."

"Auntie Sixteen Nights." Yuan Qingsu affectionately called him.

"Who is your aunt? Call me sister!" Ji Gong Shiliuye took back the fan.

Before Yuan Qingsu could say anything, Bai Zi, who had long disliked him, pulled him over and stuffed a green plum in his arms.

"If you have nothing to do, work for me, piglet!"

Yuan Qingsu looked at the green plum in his hand and turned his gaze to the little butterfly "sitting on the ground, the bear holding the green plum, and carving the butterfly wings carefully".

"Little Butterfly, how to do this?"

"Don't you? Like me"

"You demonstrate it for me, is that okay?" Yuan Qingsu handed over the Qingmei in her hand.

"Okay." The little butterfly took it happily, hummed an untuned song, and happily poked the hole into the green plum.

"Okay!" The little butterfly showed the green plum to Yuan Qingsu.

"Excellent." Yuan Qingsu applauded seriously.

"Hmph!" The little butterfly raised her round face proudly.

"Little Butterfly, you were too fast just now, demonstrate it again?"

"No problem! Leave it to me!" The little butterfly raised his small breasts.

In the entire White Mountain Shrine, Yuan Qingsu can bully only the little butterfly.

Bai Zi glanced at the two of them and stood up: "Little Butterfly, go cook with me."
To be continued...