Chapter 24: Picking Mushrooms in the Middle of the Night
Chapter 24 Picking Mushrooms in the Middle of the Night
Author: Jiao Yueyue
Chapter 24 Picking Mushrooms in the Middle of the Night
Mu Yao walked over and saw a pink shadow. Lin Qingli shrugged his shoulders. His tears were like broken pearls, falling down in large pieces. His delicate little face was red from crying, and he looked very sad.
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"Teacher, senior sister..." Lin Qingli sniffed and wiped the tears on her face randomly.
Mu Yao was silent for a moment and asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Qingli originally wanted to hide it, but no one really complained. When Mu Yao asked her, her grievances poured out like a flood: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I feel so useless, you all
I was raised by my family since I was a child. I really want to slay demons like you, but I don't know anything... At the villa, they all said I was a waste. My senior brother was afraid that I would be bullied, so he took me with him every time he came out.
, but when I got here, I found that I was still holding back, that I was inferior to you in everything, and I couldn’t understand what you said.”
Mu Yao froze on the spot, pursed his lips and looked at her complicatedly.
Lin Qingli wiped her tears, "But senior sister, I really want to help you. My parents died at the hands of the demon clan. Patriarch Qing Yao gave me guidance. I don't want to live up to his expectations... I feel so uncomfortable.
I don't know what to do."
"...Don't cry. Three feet of ice is not frozen in a day. How long have you been in the industry? You are already very good at what you are doing now." Mu Yao stood in front of her and said calmly: "Besides, you also have things that ordinary people can't do.
Wherever it reaches.”
Lin Qingli stopped moving, with tears in her eyes: "Me?"
"There is a sect's secret skill in Weishi Villa which is divination, but those disciples know nothing about it, but you are different. You only received the guidance of Patriarch Qing Yao when you were young, and you have already learned it by yourself to the point of proficiency. You are better than them in this regard
They are all strong." Mu Yao said.
Lin Qingli looked at her blankly, holding the small cloth bag on her chest tightly: "But they all said it was useless, and it would be useless in a fight..."
"No matter what you do, you won't please everyone."
Lin Qingli pursed her lips and looked at her with moist eyes: "I really want to be as great as Senior Sister Mu Yao and Senior Brother Rong Mo, and become a monk wielding a sword to the end of the world."
"Even ordinary people have their own glory. You don't have to follow in our footsteps. You should do what you want to do."
Lin Qingli sniffed her red nose, feeling much smoother, and her eyes towards Mu Yao became more pious: Why did such a good person have such a tragic fate, why did he die young...
Lin Qingli thought in her heart: She must do her best to change everything.
"Thank you, senior sister, for your guidance. I feel much better now. It would be great if the master was here. I don't know when he will come back from wandering around."
Mu Yao shook his head in his heart: Patriarch Qingyao had actually died a long time ago, but in order to maintain the stability of the righteous path, he had been kept a secret.
Lin Qingli wiped away the tears on her face and bravely took off the cloth bag and handed it to Mu Yao. Looking at the latter's puzzled eyes, she timidly said: "Here... there are some pastries I made.
Senior sister, please give it a try."
Her eyes were filled with fear, as if she was afraid that Mu Yao would reject her.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Mu Yao hesitated for a moment, then took the cloth bag over.
"Senior sister finally accepted me." Lin Qingli smiled happily with relief. She waved to Mu Yao and turned around to enter the courtyard: "Then I'll go find senior brother Rong first!"
The cloth bag contained some scattered divination tools. In addition, there was a bag of oil paper bags, which should contain pastries she made.
Mu Yao had just finished eating and was still not hungry, so she put the things away and planned to return them to her later.
The evening breeze in the village was very noisy. There was a forest at the end of the village. Walking up this forest was the back mountain. Mu Yao planned to survey the surrounding illusion, so he walked in aimlessly.
The poplar forest was dark and gloomy, and the soft grass was still a little damp. As soon as Mu Yao walked in, he saw a black shadow squatting not far away.
"who?"
Mu Yao shouted warily.
The black figure slowly turned around and stared directly at Mu Yao with his dark eyes.
Mu Yao looked at the black-clothed young man in front of him. The thin moonlight illuminated him in dappled spots. The cloth on his body could tell that he came from a wealthy family and his appearance was dignified. However, there was always a clear stupidity between his eyebrows. He was originally fair-skinned.
His hands were also covered with soil, and he still held a mushroom that he had already taken a bite of. He must have been squatting here just now to pick mushrooms.
What normal person would pick mushrooms in the middle of the night? And eat them raw! His painting style is so abstract no matter how you look at it!
Mu Yao took one look at the colorful mushrooms and was immediately startled: "This mushroom is poisonous."
It doesn't work even if it's cooked, let alone eaten raw. Besides, how can the taste of raw mushrooms be any better?
Shi Jin looked at her blankly, then at the red mushroom in his hand: "It... looks pretty good. Can't all mushrooms be eaten?"
"You will be poisoned if you eat it." Mu Yao sweated for him.
Shi Jin looked at the food in his hand and hesitated, obviously not taking her words seriously.
Seeing this, Mu Yao thought he was too hungry, so he said, "Don't eat any more. I have pastries here, which are better than that one."
After saying that, she took out the oil paper bag and opened it. There were three soft and lovely pear cakes inside. Although they were cold, they still had a sweet smell.
She handed it to him: "All of it is for you."
When Shi Jin saw the pear blossom cake, his eyes lit up, but he still looked at her warily.
Mu Yao simply took his hand and gave him all the pastries, "Go home after you finish eating. It's too dangerous at night."
Shi Jin was about to say that he was not afraid, but he kept his mouth shut when he thought of his purpose.
After Mu Yao explained this, he picked up the cloth bag and turned around to leave, leaving Shi Jin standing there alone with a few cakes in his hand.
After a while, Shi Jin saw Mu Yao walking away, so he took a bite of the cake, chewed it a few times, and calmly finished the remaining mushrooms in his hand.
Aren’t mushroom pastries the same when you eat them in your mouth? As long as you are full, that’s enough.
When Mu Yao came back, he happened to see Shen Wuchuan leaning against the door with his arms folded, looking like he was waiting for her.
The bright moonlight shrouded his red shadow, making his side face particularly ruddy, and there was a looming mystery hidden in his black and white eyes.
"Where did you go to play, senior sister?" he said lazily.
"Just take a walk, how are you guys asking?"
"It's too late today. Let's go to the homes of those lost souls tomorrow," he said.
Mu Yao said "Oh": "That's fine."
Shen Wuchuan didn't seem to be satisfied with her answer. He pursed his soft lips and looked at her: "Senior sister looks very worried."