Assistant God of Life in Another World

The first time I ate honey fruit was when I was six years old. At that time, Jannaya was still with his father and lived with his family.

My father was a small trader, running back and forth between several towns and cities, earning money by making some things. Most of the time he was away from home, but every time he came home, he would bring some small things to his children. Yes, there are things to play and food to eat, and the most frequently eaten one is honey fruit.

Zhannaya still deeply remembers the feeling of tasting the honey fruit for the first time, it was sour and sweet, the sourness stopped in the mouth, and the sweetness permeated the heart.

Later, following his teacher to practice magic, he left his parents, his family, and his brothers and sisters.Although it is said that I can still go home often, and at least several times a year at the beginning, in fact, as I practice and grow, it is inevitable to gradually get farther and farther away from that former family.

So, childhood, once, even home, etc., all the feelings are slowly replaced by honey fruit.

The taste of honey fruit represents the past.

For this reason, Jannaya fell in love with Miguo deeply.In fact, he doesn't eat it very often, but at least once a month, Zhannaya will go to the market, buy some candied fruit, and then taste it carefully one by one every now and then.

This is almost a quirk of his, and this quirk has always followed Zhannaya's youth, youth, middle age, and even now.

After middle age, when I bought candied fruit, I was asked many times by different vendors with a smile: "Did you bring it for the kid at home?" Some also asked if it was for the disciple. Whenever this time, Zhannaya would laugh. As for Wu Yan, occasionally there will be a little bit of embarrassment, of course, it's just a little bit.

And many times it is recommended: "Sir, I suggest you buy this kind, it tastes better, and it's only a little more expensive."

Zhanaya also tasted it, and it tasted better than the ones he used to buy, or in other words, the ones he ate when he was a child.The honey fruit used to be sour and sweet, but in fact there is still astringency, which is the reason for poor processing and rough selection of fruit.

But when I was a child, I naturally completely ignored the astringency, and only felt the sour and sweet.

And that feeling is irreplaceable.So after tasting the better honey fruit with almost no astringency, Zhanaya still smiled and shook his head: "I still like the old variety."

Old varieties, old taste, and that taste is destined to accompany you for a lifetime.

At this moment, in the dead of night, on the bed, Zhannaya was quietly meditating with a special "honey fruit" in his mouth.

In fact, this kind of behavior can be regarded as an old habit of Zhannaya. Before meditation, throw a candied fruit into the mouth. It made Zhanaya feel warm and sweet inexplicably. It seemed that in this way, the whole quiet meditation became gentle and intoxicated him.

This kind of behavior was just an unconscious attempt at first, and then gradually became a routine, and I couldn't stop it.However, this is not the case for every meditation, but every few days.Again, Zhannaya cherished this feeling, and was afraid that it would be destroyed if she came every day.

This night, again.

It's just that the "honey fruit" this time is a little bit special.And this is special, Zhannaya didn't care.In other words, at the beginning, he didn't care.

The taste of the potion is naturally different from the taste of the honey fruit, far from the same.

The latter is sour, astringent, and sweet. For the former, there must be no sweetness, no sourness, but astringency. The potion has hardly melted, and Zenaya can feel the thick astringency. At the same time, there is The thicker bitter taste also permeates from the tip of the tongue to the whole mouth.

That smell is enough to make any child wrinkle his entire face.

However, for a ninth-level magician and an old man, the astringency and bitterness are not so different from the sourness and sweetness of honey fruit, and they can be savored patiently and carefully.

Zhanaya closed her eyes slightly, and after adjusting her breath a little, her mental power slowly expanded from the depths of her body and mind, to her entire body, and then to the entire hut.In fact, it can be extended to a very far distance, but that is not meditation, but another form of cultivation.

In the hut, with the expansion and dispersion of spiritual power, in the originally empty space, the light belonging to the four elements lit up bit by bit.

If you are specific, how would you describe it?It's actually like a person standing under the night sky. The sky was originally pitch black, like a cloudy sky, but now, the dark clouds are dissipating little by little, and the stars are shining little by little, and there are more and more stars.

In the meantime, the difference in talent is revealed.

Those with poor talent can barely feel the elements, just like in a cloudy sky, feel the sparse stars at [-]:[-], [-], [-], [-], and then work hard to establish contact with those sparse stars.The talent is mediocre, just like the sky of a person’s previous life in a domestic city, it’s not clear if you say it’s sunny, and it’s not cloudy if you say it’s cloudy, there are many stars but definitely not many, blinking and blinking, as if you haven’t woken up , a little godless.

As for good talent, I just need to use an ancient poem from someone's previous life to describe Zu Ye: "Heaven will wash the moon tonight, and wash the world. Fa Jingying. It can change the world, but it is Yujing."

Well, this is describing the moon, not the stars.

But in fact, it's almost the same. A magician with good talent can feel the elemental world is clear and clean, and then the sky is full of stars, brilliant and brilliant, competing for glory together.

Zhannaya's talent is not bad, but it's not too good either. To be precise, it should be above average, so the elemental world he usually feels, um, how should I say it, if someone described the city at night in his previous life If Zhanyana read Sky's article, he would feel the same way and resonate with him. When fellow villagers saw fellow villagers, their eyes were full of tears.

But tonight, things seemed a little different.

"The weather seems to be better?" This is the question in Zhannaya's mind.

Of course, what Zennaya associates is not the weather, but the feeling is the same.That is the elemental world tonight, it seems to be clearer than before, and, it seems...

With the passage of time, the medicine in the mouth gradually melted away bit by bit, and the bitterness and astringency filled the whole mouth, so that it seemed to permeate the whole body.However, Zhannaya has no idea of ​​these for the time being.

His whole mind, with deep surprise, surprise and disbelief, was devoted to feeling the world of surrounding elements.

The invisible cloud became thinner and thinner, spreading out little by little.

The stars are getting more and more bright.

The sensing of the stars is getting easier and easier, more and more handy, eh, handy?

Zhanaya's whole person was excited. If it wasn't for being an old man, with decades of years, experience and cultivation under pressure, at this moment, he might jump up straight away, jumping on the bed like a child, or even Also shout out.

Otherwise, it is not enough to stretch the pleasure in my heart.

But for the time being, that pleasure was deeply suppressed by Zhannaya. He didn't dare and was reluctant to stop for a while, and he didn't even dare to turn his thoughts a little bit to relax or tense up a little bit. I dare not make any changes, for fear that if I am not careful, the current feeling will be gone!

Yes, intoxicated with one heart.

Then, intoxicated, intoxicated, and intoxicated again, I don't realize that the East is white.

When he finished his meditation and opened his eyes, Zhannaya let out a long sigh of satisfaction, as if every bone in his body was filled with satisfaction.And Ruyi finally couldn't suppress it at this time, and of course there was no need to suppress it anymore, Zhanaya really jumped up at this time.

He just jumped out of bed!

It seems that the time has been reversed for decades, and it is directly back to the time when I was a teenager.

After jumping out of the bed, without a word, Zhanaya rushed to the window not far from the bed at a speed almost teleporting, and then settled down in front of a small desk under the window. He calmed down and fixed his gaze.

As far as the eye can see, there are three small bamboo tubes.

Inside the bamboo tube were the medicines exchanged yesterday afternoon, including 103 low-grade pills, 22 middle-grade pills, and 3 high-grade pills.

And what he threw into his mouth last night was one of those 103 pills. (to be continued~^~)