After groping for a while, another gold leaf fell out from the envelope. I checked that other envelopes also had it. This should be the male protagonist's token.
In the candlelight, the gold leaf shines brightly, and there is nothing special about it.
Dongfang Muyao thought for a while, and the current mental state of the two of them should be that Rong Mo and Dongfang Zhongqing were once good friends. After Dongfang Zhongqing died, he took care of her out of pity, but he was misunderstood by the original body that the male protagonist liked him.
, pulling out many things that followed.
A true Oriental admirer may have great ideals, but Zhang Miao doesn't. Her idea is very simple. Since she can't go back, she just lies down, performs her one-man show in a basic and orderly manner, and then struggles a little. What if?
If you can't fight it out, then it will be ruined.
The old widow Su Qionghua asked her to find medicinal herbs, so she would go through this muddy water.
Late at night, she returned to her bamboo house, took a picture of herself in the bronze mirror, held her chin and looked at it for a long time, and finally lay down to sleep without any trouble.
Sure enough, he had a white lotus face that brought disaster to the country and the people.
When she woke up the next day, she thought there would be some special plot trigger, but the system didn't even mention letting her practice.
[In the current plot, whether you practice or not will not affect the subsequent development. It is nothing more than that you are strong to protect others, and you are weak and let others protect you.]
After thinking about it, Mu Yao went to practice anyway. It would never go wrong if he had the right to choose in his own hands.
After reading Dushu for a long time in the morning, coupled with her original body's muscle memory, she had a general understanding of the mechanism of this world. She was about to go to the small kitchen to get some pastries to cushion her stomach, but as soon as she came out of the bamboo forest, she saw the young man in red.
Shen Wuchuan's reaction should be that they met by chance. After a moment of surprise, his handsome little face pulled out a smile: "What a coincidence, good morning, senior sister."
Dongfang Muyao stopped and said, "Chen Wuchuan... I was in a hurry yesterday to get settled in Yuyin Villa. How are you doing?"
"Sister Lao, I'm worried about you. I live very well here." The sun was dazzling. Shen Wuchuan took the initiative to speak, his eyes sparkling: "Senior sister, just call me Achuan from now on. That's what my brother calls me at home."
Originally, he was just a passer-by in his life. After hearing these words, Mu Yao became interested, "You still have a brother?"
Chen Wuchuan suddenly raised an arm lazily, as if stretching but kept this movement for a long time, and followed her words: "My parents didn't care about me when I was young, but it was my brother who brought me up."
"It seems that you brothers have a good relationship. He must be very happy that you can enter the Immortal Sect." Dongfang Muyao nodded.
"I am happier than him to be able to become stronger and protect the people important to me." He smiled slightly, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and kept looking at Mu Yao.
Today's sunshine was really harsh. Mu Yao stood here for a long time before he suddenly remembered something. Looking at his raised hand, he suddenly understood.
From this angle, Shen Wuchuan was using his body to shield her from the sun.
Mu Yao's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly changed his gaze: "The head of the family gave me a Qi Training Collection yesterday, which is just right for a new disciple like you. You should first learn everything in it before you come back.
Find me."
"Thank you, senior sister."
He took the secret book with both hands, and at this moment, the two people were so close that the slightest difference between them was clearly visible.
Of course, it also includes the red blood stain on the side of his face!
"Wait! What happened to your face?"
Dongfang Mu Yao became solemn for a moment, staring intently at the tiny wound on his cheek near his ear, which was about three to four centimeters long. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see it.
Shen Wuchuan is very beautiful in her own right, but now she looks like a perfectly carved porcelain doll with a flaw, which is a pity!
After hearing this, Shen Wuchuan touched the side of his face doubtfully, and then turned away nervously: "It's nothing, maybe it was the injury he suffered in Hejiang Village yesterday."
"This wound is so fresh, do you think I'm so easy to fool?" Dongfang Muyao frowned.
"Then maybe the branch was scratched when I came over just now." He pursed his lips and said to himself: "Oh, it seems that I have to be more careful when walking next time, so as not to worry my senior sister."
"..." He had already said this, and Dongfang Mu Yao had no way to ask further questions. Just as Chen Wuchuan turned around and walked away, she still stopped him: "I have a bottle of golden sore medicine here, take it and apply it. "
After all, if you are so good-looking, how can you not take care of your face?
Chen Wuchuan held the bottle of elixir and the secret book in high spirits and shook it at her. His red robe shone with youthful vigor: "Thank you, senior sister!"
Su Qionghua wanted her to go to Tianqi Mountain as soon as possible, and Dongfang Muyao also started making plans of his own. In the original work, both Liu Qingdu and Shen Wuchuan would go, and it would be another scene for him to stir up the relationship between the male and female protagonists.
Yuyin Villa specializes in fire arts, and its unique skill of quenching can expel evil spirits and kill demons. After lunch, Mu Yao meditated in the bedroom according to her original memory and adjusted her breath. After a while, she opened her eyes dripping with cold sweat. .
The foundation of this body is really bad. As long as she is lucky, two conflicting auras will flow through her body. Her cultivation is simply half the result with twice the effort. It is no wonder that Yuyin Villa only supported Dongfang Zhong in the past.
Moreover, Mu Yao cannot be injured unless it is absolutely necessary. The original body has been in poor health since childhood, and seemingly inconspicuous wounds will be magnified infinitely, making recovery particularly troublesome.
This is the worst script I've ever seen.
After resting for a few days, Dongfang Muyao planned to visit Chen Wuchuan. He had just started practicing and he didn't know if he could withstand this copy.
The two people's bamboo houses were quite close to each other. As they were walking through a cobblestone path, several disciples passing by were whispering gossip:
"Senior Brother Liu has come to see Junior Brother Shen too frequently in the past two days, right?"
"Isn't it a little too much?"
"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. We can't control this matter. It depends on his own fate."
Mu Yao passed by quietly and took note of it. When she came to his palace in the evening, he was not there. Just when she felt confused, a voice came from behind: "Why are you here, Senior Sister?"
Mu Yao turned to look at him. At this moment, Chen Wuchuan's figure was a little embarrassed, with a few strands of broken hair hanging in front of his eyes, his face was slightly pale, and even the tip of his nose was stained with dust.
"What are you doing? How did you end up like this?" Dongfang Muyao was shocked and took a few steps closer to look carefully. Only then did he find that there was a wound on his neck, which almost cut a blood vessel.
"It's nothing... I accidentally injured myself." He wanted to cover up and immediately covered his neck.
"How can you do this? Do you think I'm stupid?" Dongfang Muyao grabbed his arm. Unexpectedly, Shen Wuchuan's delicate little face suddenly wrinkled, and he took a breath of cold air, with a pair of deer-like eyes. Liaoyan is really a bit pitiful.
"Achuan?" Dongfang Mu Yao was shocked and immediately opened his sleeve, only to see that it was covered with bruises and bruises.