Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

The matter of bewitching the concubine is settled, Simeng and Mu Zili are finally at leisure, originally they wanted to go south immediately to find Yifeng.

But that day it snowed suddenly, and after returning to the other courtyard, Gongbo Longhai tried to persuade him to stay again and again, like a dream, but he wanted to accept this disciple himself, and he didn't even teach him the spells for a long time, but he was always troublesome He helped, and felt really guilty in his heart.

Coincidentally, Yifeng, who hadn't heard from him for a long time, sent a message through Bodhi Leaf. He only said that he couldn't return to meet with them for the time being, and wanted Mu Zili to take care of her, but he didn't reveal where he was and how long it would take. return.

Knowing that he is safe and sound, Simeng is finally relieved, and feels that he should give an account to his apprentice, so he discusses with Mu Zili and decides to stay in Xuanyang for a longer time.

Although she is a master, she only knows a little about the principles of cultivation, so she asked Mu Zili to teach her disciples on her behalf.

Because Gongbo Longhai is a mortal with flesh and blood, although he has read some strange scriptures since he was a child, most of them are useless to practice.

What Mu Zili cultivated was wood spirits, and the essence of his cultivation was breath.

In order for Gongbo Longhai to experience the breath of wood spirits, Mu Zili took him into Dengyun Mountain every day before midnight to absorb the breath of vegetation in the forest.

In the first two days, I hurriedly followed them like a dream, imitating their appearance and wanting to practice meditation, but it was only on the third day that I felt bored.

Lai is lazy in the other courtyard and refuses to go out.

Later, I was really in a panic when I was free. Fortunately, I ordered Gongbo Longhai to use local materials according to her description. He found a high-quality bamboo from the purple bamboo forest, and found a craftsman to make a pair of mahjong. Unfortunately, there is only mahjong. No friends.

On this day, Mu Zili and Gongbo Longhai were forced to stay at home to play mahjong with her, but unfortunately they were so stupid that they were exactly the same. rules.

Looking at Mu Zili's Qingjun Juechen face, because of her blame, her eyes turned white, and her lowered eyelashes flickered, which made her lose her temper, so she had to temporarily give up the three-player mahjong.

But she started to attack the Landlords, which she thought was simple, and it happened that the three of them could make a table, but this time, there were no cards for her to use.

God knows, there are many gods and monsters in this world, but the productivity is so backward that no one has thought of making paper from wood pulp. Seeing that they usually use heavy and cumbersome bamboo slips, only silk or animal skins are used by wealthy families. , but still a minority.

According to her incomplete estimation, the Kyushu countries are still at a relatively primitive historical stage.

Thinking of this, her interest immediately dropped by two points, but she refused to give up just like that.

Coincidentally, this uncle Long Haiyou is a filial and sensible student, although he followed Mu Zili to practice spells most of the day, today he finally had time to spend time with his master, seeing his master showing a sad face, he hurriedly poured tea to serve him.

Gongbo Longhai recalled that when his master mentioned the game rules of "Fighting Landlords" just now, he was still very happy, but at this moment his face suddenly darkened, and he didn't know why?

Suspicious in his heart, he tilted his head and asked.

"Master, why are you sighing?"

When he asked, Simeng immediately regained his energy, took the teacup and put it aside, leaned in front of him, and said mysteriously: "Long Hai, do you want to learn papermaking?"

"Papermaking?"

Gongbo Longhai and Mu Zili spoke in unison, both looked surprised and puzzled.

"Disciple is stupid, please tell Master clearly! Didn't Master just say that he wants to play... to play Fighting Landlords?" Gong Bo Longhai slowly frowned, not understanding what Si Meng meant.

But Simeng waved his hand and said with a light smile, "There is no rush to play, but the papermaking skill is the top priority right now. Your uncle's family is the number one merchant in Yunguo. If you can learn the papermaking technique, take advantage of your family's advantage , promoting Kyushu will definitely benefit the world!"

When she spoke, her eyes were clear and she showed a rare confidence, which made Mu Zili a little dazed. He knew her technique best.

Not to mention how supernatural this papermaking technique is, but just thinking that even trivial things like Yufeng would go wrong from time to time, she couldn't help but shook her head at Gongbo Longhai who was completely clueless, indicating that he should be cautious .

However, since Gongbo Longhai bears the reputation of being a filial and sensible student, he naturally dare not disobey his master face to face. Besides, according to what the master said, I am afraid that this paper-making technique must be a very good technique, otherwise he would not dare to use it for the benefit of others. Four-character match in the world?

Thinking of this, he got up and took two steps back, waved his sleeves and bowed respectfully, saying: "Thank you, master! I think papermaking must be a unparalleled thaumaturgy, Long Hai must learn it with humility, and never dare to live up to the kindness of master!"

Seeing Gongbo Longhai's humbly asking for advice, Rumeng's vanity of being a good teacher instantly swelled up. He sat up straight and stretched out his right hand to signal him to stand up.

"Long Hai doesn't need to be too polite. The ancient method of papermaking has been passed down for thousands of years. If Long Hai can carry forward this technique in Kyushu, he will be honored for his teacher!"

When she said this, the doubts in Mu Zili's heart became more and more serious. She grew up in the country, and he has also been away from the country for thousands of years. Although he knows that the butterfly demon and the flower demon have many secret techniques of cultivation, he has never heard of the technique of making paper. But hearing her talk about the ancient method that has been passed down for thousands of years, he couldn't help but secretly sighed that he had little knowledge and looked down on her.

At this moment, Gongbo Longhai, like Mu Zili, opened his eyes wide, just waiting for Limeng to show them the magic of this ancient secret technique.

But after waiting for a while, she didn't see her move.

Mu Zili was indifferent, even though he was anxious, his face was always the same, but Gongbo Longhai couldn't wait any longer, so he sat down next to Simeng and said, "Master, are you tired?"

He was born in a businessman, and he has always been tactful in his speech and deeds.

But Simeng could see the anxiety in his eyes, took a sip of cold tea, and laughed "Puchi", "Don't worry! Let me reminisce! You can order someone to fetch the leftover bamboo left over from the mahjong game last time." , and set up an earthen stove in the backyard, a big pot, and prepare water and..."

While she was trying to recall when she was a child in the orphanage and learning the ancient papermaking method from the director, she explained to Gongbo Longhai what to prepare.

Gongbo Longhai was confused by what he heard, but he followed suit one by one.

About half an hour later, in the open space in the backyard, the attendants had already set up the stove, piled up broken bamboo poles all over the floor, and all of them stared wide-eyed, looking at Simeng in front of them for no reason.

I saw that she had changed into plain white men's clothes, and for the convenience of operation, she even borrowed an apron from the cook in the kitchen, even Mu Zili and Gongbo Longhai were also dressed in this way.

The waiters who watched directly were all amazed.

"Don't stand there stupidly. Let's help to make a fire and boil the water, and these bamboo poles are broken, put them in the pot and boil them with warm water..." Simeng stood by the stove, directing them what to do, until The bamboo fibers in the pot were all separated, and she nodded in satisfaction.