Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 86

Xu'er was wearing a bloated thick jacket, with a fluffy fox tail around her neck, which made her whole body bigger. Her little face was filled with joy and excitement. She was envious when she saw the young master walking around in the snow, his figure so ethereal. broken.

Anxious and wanting to end up playing, she pestered sister Ying'er on the steps of the eaves.

"Let's go down to have a snowball fight and make a snowman, it's worth it."

"When the snow stops, you can pile a big one in the corner, but not now."

"Then I'll play with you for a while, just for a while, I'm really not afraid of the cold, your palms are sweating when you touch me."

"No, your body is freezing, don't expect me and Han'er to make medicine for you in bed."

Ying'er is not very afraid of the cold, but Xu'er, who can't sit still, is not allowed to play in the snow in the cold wind.

Playing madly makes you sweat, and the body gets cold again, and you are prone to get sick.

Han'er didn't feel the cold snow. She was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped her thick jacket tightly and tucked her face into the collar, wishing she could hold the stove and take it with her wherever she went. She bared her teeth and threatened: " She is disobedient, let her cook in the kitchen alone at night."

"Cook as long as you cook. I'm going down to play in the snow, okay?"

Xu'er muttered and shook Ying'er's arm.

She knew that the son would not care about these trivial matters, as long as sister Ying'er agreed, she could have fun.

"Okay, don't shake it, your arm will break if you shake it, go down and play for a while, and then go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of frosted ginger soup to drive away the cold. If you hear you coughing at night, look at me How to deal with you."

Ying'er pampered the nagging little guy on the head, and was relieved.

Xu'er cheered, and rushed down the steps like a little animal out of its cage.

"Young master, I'm here..."

However, extreme joy begets sorrow, the snow on the ground is thin and the road is slippery.

She said "Oops" as if the soles of her feet had been oiled, her feet were facing forward, plowing out two long marks, she rushed straight towards the young master, and her butt fell back hard.

Chen Mou's figure flashed, and just before the little guy was about to fall heavily, he reached out and grabbed the dancing Xu'er and lifted him up.

Xu'er was so frightened that she screamed and jumped onto the young master like an octopus. She was dressed clumsily and moved as nimbly as a monkey.

Chen Mou patted the little guy's head lightly, and said with a smile, "I'm not coming down yet!"

"Uh oh, thank you son, I almost fell apart."

Xu'er, who was in shock, let go of her hands and jumped down, she was terrified.

If this fall is real, the back of the head will be smashed, and the buttocks will be broken in half.

If you don't scold Ying'er to death by then, you are not smart in the first place, and it will be even worse if you break your brain.

Ying'er on the eaves steps was angry and funny, patted his chest and shouted: "You are not coming back yet, do you want to have dinner tonight?"

She shouldn't have soft-heartedly agreed, and later she will slap Xu'er's palms a few times as a punishment, and she acts frizzy, so she doesn't look like a girl, if it wasn't for the young master's help, what would happen if she broke her bones?

Chen Mou reached out and grabbed Xu'er's wrist again, with a strange expression on his face, he said, "Wait, let me see."

The world seemed to quiet down.

Snowflakes swirled and rushed towards the two of them.

Ying'er and Han'er immediately fell silent, watching with full of anticipation, the young master is finally going to accept this vivacious and lawless little elf?
Xu'er's face was red, she lowered her head shyly, and let the young master grab her wrist, hold her up and look carefully, the cold snowflakes floated onto her face and turned into water, itching.

Chen Mou let go of his palm and said with a smile, "We can play after the snow stops. If it's thicker, it won't hurt if you fall, so go."

He turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard, "I'm going to the street to do some shopping, and I'll be back later."

I really didn't expect that Xu'er actually had the aptitude for cultivation. Didn't it mean that the maid has been inspected many times and is a mortal who cannot cultivate?

He didn't have much research on spiritual root aptitude. He was enlightened and realized that Xu'er had fire aptitude. He wanted to go to the shop in Fangshi to buy a "measuring disc" magic weapon, which saved time and effort, and could be checked accurately. .

Xu'er watched the talkative young master go out and close the courtyard door, she jumped up the steps of the west room with guilt, Ying'er just stared at her like that, she dally walked towards the main room, and weakly defended: "I was not careful , I didn’t really fall, next time I will definitely pay attention to my feet.”

"Come here, let me see where I fell. An unruly servant girl like you is a magnanimous son. You can try another one?"

Ying'er couldn't get angry, and repeated the same old tune to scare people.

Han'er chimed in: "The other family beat her three times a day, starved nine times in three days, and there was not a single piece of skin on her body."

Xu'er giggled and ran over, stretched her arms and twisted her buttocks to prove that she hadn't fallen, Ying'er slapped her a few times, taught her a few lessons, and took her by the hand into the main room.

The three women huddled together in front of the fire, whispering.

The fire reflected on Xu'er's delicate face, as if she was drunk, her ears gradually turned red.

Chen Mou went out in the snow for less than two quarters of an hour, and quickly returned to the yard, walked up the steps of the west room, and waved to Xu'er who was hiding behind Ying'er with a flushed face.

Ying'er, who was standing on the steps of the main room to welcome the door, pushed the shy little guy out, and urged: "Young Master told you, hurry up."

Watching Young Master pull Xu'er into the west room that they never dared to set foot in, and close the door, Ying'er and Han'er looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Westinghouse...doesn't seem to have a bed?"

Han'er lowered his voice, and asked a not-so-bright question.

Ying'er knocked on Han'er, and reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you thinking about, young master...seek Xu'er for something."

She remembered that the son bought three futons and put them in the Westinghouse.

In the main room of the West House, Chen Mou pointed to a futon on the ground, and Xu'er, who was secretly looking at the layout of the room, said, "Sit!"

He stretched out his hand to take a futon beside him, placed it opposite Xu'er and sat down.

He took out a silver disc from his sleeve, put it on the ground, and said: "Put your right hand on the disc, palm down, close your eyes, don't think about anything, and don't move around."

Xu'er followed suit one by one, and she felt that sister Ying'er and the others were thinking wrong.

Chen Mou used his spiritual sense to carefully examine the subtle changes in the disk. He spent two middle-grade spirit stones and bought a full-featured yuan-measuring disk. He just learned how to use it in the shop, and he said silently: "The bone age is 16 years old and five years old. The moon and water are dominant, followed by fire and earth, no, it is a rare body of fire and yin."

In the disc, the invisible water and fire gas are mixed together, and the earthy atmosphere sinks, which is the qualification for the harmony of water and fire.

He looked up at the girl with closed eyes and long eyelashes. After several months of recuperation, she ate well and was in a good mood. There was some flesh growing on Guazi's face, and her pink face seemed to be able to pinch water.

Chen Mou didn't look at it too much, the little guy's eyelashes kept trembling, and seemed to be sensitive to his gaze, and said indifferently: "Okay, let's go out."

He still has to think carefully, should he train Xu'er?
Shopkeeper Hong once said that how big your feet are, how big your shoes are, how big your body is, and how many causes and effects you have to deal with. If you are too greedy, be careful not to overwhelm your own roots.

Watching Xu'er open her eyes, she looked at him, quickly got up, opened the door and ran faster than a rabbit.

Chen Mou admired Xu'er's nature of not being bound by the rules. If a person who cultivates Taoism is submissive and has no opinions in his heart, he will not be able to achieve anything after all.

Although qualifications are important, he values ​​character and character more.

I took out a book from the storage bag in the sleeve, which was the classics that recorded various spiritual root aptitudes that I bought at the shop before, and I searched to find the page that said "Fire Yin Body".

"...Water and fire complement each other, it is not obvious at the beginning, it coincides with the great change and the awakening of 'fire yin', when you encounter it under the age of eighteen bones, you should cherish it."

Chen Mou thought to himself, Xu'er almost starved to death in the middle of March in the first half of the year, is it "coinciding with a big change"?
This also explained that the monk who tested Xu'er's aptitude would be mistaken because he hadn't awakened at that time.

Putting away the books, he sat down and put the palm of his left hand flat on the yuan measuring disk, and worked slowly, calmly, and the light colors around the silver disk lit up one by one, shining brightly.

The atmosphere of monks and mortals is completely different.

"Fire, earth, and wood are the three spiritual root qualifications, mainly fire, without any hidden qualifications."

Chen Mou accepted the established facts with a blank face, and took the unsatisfactory Cai Yuanpan to the cave in another world, and then grinned again: "My spirit is so powerful that it shines like a thief, far surpassing monks of the same level, and it can be regarded as special qualifications."

He forced himself to put money on his face, finding solace in the blow he had brought upon himself.

There is never a lack of beauty in this world, but a lack of angles to discover beauty.

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(End of this chapter)