At the meatball stall, Gong Liang looked up after wiping the table and saw Huan Wujing standing in front of the table with a sad face and tears in her eyes.
He quickly threw down the rag, stepped forward and asked with concern: "Jing'er, what's wrong?"
The ten-year festival is getting closer and closer, people from various tribes in the wilderness are slowly arriving, there are more and more people in the temple, and people are coming and going on the streets.
Huan Wujing bit her lower lip tightly and did not dare to speak. She was afraid that if she spoke, the tears in her eyes would burst out uncontrollably and make people laugh.
Seeing this, Gong Liang took her to a remote corner at the end of North Street near the city wall and asked: "Jing'er, what's going on?"
"Gongliang, master said that we will return to the sect in two days."
At this moment, Huan Wujing could no longer control the tears in his eyes, and in an instant, they gush out like a spring.
Seeing her face full of pear blossoms, her delicate and helpless little look, Gongliang's heart almost broke. He hugged her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry."
Huan Wujing hugged him and burst into tears. They said women are made of water, and it was true. In just a moment, Gongliang's chest became wet.
After crying for a while, Huan Wujing's ups and downs calmed down. Thinking of how embarrassed he had just been, he couldn't help but lower his head in shame, not daring to look at him.
At this time, she was so lovable and cherished. Gongliang couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her. Perhaps it was the upcoming parting that gave Huan Wujing a sense of urgency to say goodbye, and a different kind of feeling.
Acacia. Driven by Gongliang, Huan Wujing began to respond slowly, their tongues intertwined, lingering, and there was no distinction between you and me.
Yuan Gungun looked at the side carefully with his big eyes open, studying.
It's a pity that after watching it for a long time, I don't know what they are eating, it seems very delicious.
At this time, Gongliang was no longer afraid of being disturbed by this fool. He was still like a flower bee, selflessly enjoying the flower bud that had not yet fully opened.
"Mi Gu, Gongliang and Huan Wujing must be eating something delicious." Yuan Gungun looked at it for a while, then turned around and said to Mi Gu with certainty.
"Yeah," Mi Gu nodded repeatedly: "Daddy said that there is something delicious in my sister's mouth. Only he can eat it. Others will get stomachaches if they eat it."
Daddy told her this last time when she and her sister were eating together, and asked her to keep it a secret and not to tell others. Gungun was not someone else.
In order to do bad things, Gongliang worked very hard, and even made up something like this to deceive children, which is okay.
When Yuan Gungun heard that eating something from Huan Wujing's mouth would give him a stomachache, he immediately stopped studying and ran to the side to play. Only Mi Gu was still watching with wide eyes and curiosity, and he didn't know why his sister's mouth was filled with food.
It's so weird that only daddy can eat things, but others can't.
After a long time, their lips parted, and a crystalline thread formed from the corners of their mouths.
Huan Wujing wiped it shyly, looked at Yiren's eager eyes that seemed to melt her, and lowered her head shyly.
"Are you leaving in two days?" Gongliang asked.
"This is what the master said." Thinking of the separation, Huan Wujing felt sad in his heart, and tears filled his eyes.
Gong Liang looked at it and said with a smile: "What's so sad? It's not like we won't see you again. When I travel to the East in the future, I will go to the Shuiyue Pure Land Sect to find you."
"Really?" Huan Wujing suddenly raised his head, fearing that he was lying.
"Of course."
Gongliang nodded and said: "But you have to practice hard. Since your master has the title of the Moon Goddess, why do you want to get the title of goddess or fairy? In the future, when I travel to the East, I will also
Good to find you."
"I will work hard." Huan Wujing responded softly.
"Does your storage bag have enough space?" Gongliang asked again.
"Not big," Huan Wujing shook his head, but then said: "But when I came to the wilderness, my master gave me a storage ring."
Saying that, Huan Wujing stretched out her slender hands and showed them to Gong Liang proudly.
Gongliang looked at her smooth and creamy hands, but found nothing, which was strange.
Huan Wujing saw his expression and smiled mischievously. She touched it lightly with her right hand and saw a ring appear on the little finger of her left hand.
Gongliang had never seen a storage ring before, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times out of curiosity.
In the wilderness, treasure bags are the most inconspicuous. Because treasure bags are transformed from the stomach pouches of animals and are a space naturally nurtured. Although they are not everywhere, they are not rare. Some are large.
The tribe even has spiritual beasts specially bred to make treasure bags.
But there are relatively few storage rings.
Whether it is a storage ring or a storage bag, it requires a person with great ability to open up space and compress it into a small thing.
Storage items that are small in space are not that big of a deal, but large ones are very valuable.
This is because all weight can be eliminated by putting it into artificially developed storage items, but storage treasure bags cannot. Moreover, storage treasure bags are transformed from the stomach pouch of species, so small storage treasure bags have certain limitations in use.
Lifespan and requirements, storage bags don’t have this problem.
Among all kinds of storage items, the most valuable ones are storage rings that are easy to carry. However, they are very expensive and cannot be used by ordinary people, and they are very rare in the wilderness.
Besides, desert people mostly use treasure bags for storage, and few people even buy storage bags, so no one is willing to sell them.
"Is there a lot of space inside?" Gongliang asked.
"It's very big." Huan Wujing said.
"Then I'll give you something."
The girl you like is leaving, how could you not prepare some gifts?
So, he took out a bunch of things from the space, such as Tianxiang fruit, green mulberry fruit, green kumquat, Tianxiang wood, dried oysters, oolong caviar, pickled beast meat, manna pulp, fire spirit pulp, ten thousand fruit wine, five colors
Rice, etc., and even a lot of gold, locust tree heart, top-quality jade amber, rare spiritual amber, metal ingots, and spiritual stones were given away.
Seeing him take out so many things, Huan Wujing's eyes couldn't help but widen, and her little mouth couldn't close.
"These are some things I got on the way from the ancestral land to the temple. Tianxiang fruit and green mulberry fruit are for you to eat on the way. Since green kumquat has special effects, you might as well eat more and try to see if it works;
Dried oysters, oolong roe, and pickled beast meat, these things taste good. You can take them back to your classmates to try. Manna jelly can beautify the skin and give the body a natural fragrance. You girls will definitely like it. Fire spirit jelly,
Wanguo wine and five-color rice are good for your health. You can eat some of them on a daily basis. Others may be useful to you. You can figure it out by yourself! When you are short of spiritual stones, you can also exchange them for them. They are not valuable here in Dahuang.
I think it should be worth a lot of money in Dongtu!"
Gongliang and Huanwujing explained the various uses of the things they took out.
Huan Wujing wrote them down one by one and put them away, but there was no joy in his heart, only sorrow of separation.
"Fool, when you and I become successful in cultivation, we can fly with swords, and travel thousands of miles in just a matter of seconds. Then we won't be able to see each other whenever we want, so there's nothing to be sad about."
Under Gongliang's soft comfort, Huan Wujing slowly smiled.
Two days passed quickly.
Early the next morning, Jing Zhen and Huan Wu Jing walked out of the inn, and saw Gong Liang riding a black mammoth, carrying rice and rice, and came towards them. They saw a little dew on their bodies, and they had obviously arrived before dawn.
When Gongliang saw them coming out, he quickly jumped off his mount and said respectfully to Jingzhen: "I learned that the sect leader was leaving today, so I came here to see him off."
"You're welcome, little friend." Jingzhen replied.
"this is necessary."
After Gongliang finished speaking, he took out a bag from his body and handed it to Huan Wujing. He said to Jingzhen, "I saw your disciple wandering among the flowers in the garden the day before yesterday. I thought he liked those exotic flowers and plants, so I went to change some temporarily. I hope
Noble disciples like it."
"My dear friend, you are very interested." Jingzhen nodded slightly and thanked his apprentice.
"Where." Gongliang said humbly.
Huan Wujing took the bag and took a look. There was a small tree in a huge stone basin. It was the singing tree that she had seen that day, and there were several other strange flowers and plants.
Looking at the small singing tree, I remembered the shameful scene under the flowers that day, and my face suddenly turned red. Just remembering that I was about to leave, and I didn't know when the two of them would see each other again. Huan Wujing couldn't help but feel sad.
His eyes were filled with mist, but he bit his lower lip tightly and did not dare to make a sound, for fear that his tears would flow out and his master would find him.