The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

"Master, what should I do if I like you so much?"

"Master, Master, Master."

"Master, it looks so good when he cries."

Large and small stones were piled up in front of his eyes, and Zong Wu's eyebrows twitched.

He opened his mouth, but his throat was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Under the expectant and anxious eyes of the villagers, he slightly knit his brows, but he couldn't relieve the beating between his brows at all.

"Master?"

At this moment, Qi Wushen came from behind with water in his hand.

Zong Wu approached the little apprentice as if he was about to receive a pardon.

He suppressed the urge to hit someone, and just bit his lower lip in the boy's ear and cursed in a low voice.

"See what you've done."

Qi Wushen smiled slightly, and stood in front of Zong Wu.

When he wrote the handwriting on the stone, he didn't expect Zong Wu to see it, but since he saw it...

Hey, what can I do if I see it?Master is such a good person, why does he like it?It's not something shameful.

Although they are all immortals who live in the fairy house, the villagers are far more familiar with Qi Wushen than Zong Wu. When they saw the little immortal coming, they immediately changed the object of questioning.

Qi Wushen pretended to be deep, picked up a stone and looked at it, he frowned slightly, put down the stone again, and picked up a large piece of tortoise shell to check.

He looked very slowly, as if he could really see something.

Zong Wu had already moved away from the crowd, but he could still see the expression on the little apprentice's face.

Qi Wushen looked like a researcher, if he hadn't known what tiger and wolf words were written on the stone and tortoise shell, he would have been deceived.

I really don't know who taught it.Zong Wu murmured in his heart.

On the other side, Qi Wushen put down the last stone and let out a long sigh of relief. The expressions of the villagers were extremely tense, and many of them clenched the corners of their clothes. On their dark skin, the wrinkles on their brows piled up one after another. ravine.

"What is it, Immortal?" "Just tell me, we are afraid." "That's right."

The corners of Qi Wushen's loosened mouth tightened again, and then relaxed again, before he opened his mouth slowly.

"It's not really a big deal."

The villagers unconsciously leaned forward and moved their ears closer, just to hear the boy's words clearly.

Qi Wushen spoke eloquently.

"When we contacted Jiuchongtian a few days ago, we happened to meet a fairy. He heard that we were in Zhenggu City, so he chatted a little more. This conversation is not important. We found that he lived near Zhenggu City before he ascended. We took a closer look and found that he was the statue of the general enshrined in the ancestral hall in the village. After further questioning, he was actually the owner of the house here. General Yi, it was the owner of the house who heard what we said. With such a property under my name, I think it will be left unused, rather than make the best use of it.”

After hearing this passage, the villagers all had expressions of enlightenment on their faces.

Qi Wushen took the opportunity to pick up a small stone and said: "Look, what is written on it is what I just said."

"Three days ago, I talked to Xianliao about this house. I remembered that I hadn't returned for many years. There were many old things in the house, which were useless. I wanted to find a new place for it."

With a serious expression, he pointed to the words on the stone, and spoke every word carefully.

When Zong Wu heard the first sentence, he guessed Qi Wushen's plan.

He had roughly looked at those stones just now, and didn't remember what he was talking about now, but the tone of the young man's explanation was very serious, and his expression was also very serious.

Zong Wu thought that he had missed it just now, maybe not all the tiger and wolf words on the stone were bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, but there were also some serious words.

He leaned forward slightly, trying to read the writing on the stone.

As soon as he approached, the words "Master is so beautiful when he is crying" came into view, his throat choked, and he regretted his credulous behavior of trusting Qi Wushen.

Unconsciously, he glanced at the little apprentice's face, just in time for him to take advantage of the time when the villagers looked at the stone, and smiled slyly, showing a few small white teeth.

Zong Wu's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away.

The boy's smile also disappeared. On the other side, the villagers sensed something was wrong and looked at Qi Wushen.

"But... Immortal, this is wrong."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Qi Wushen asked in a soft voice, but kept looking at Zong Wu.

One by one, the villagers pointed to the words on it and read: "Three days ago, I talked to Xianliao about this house, thinking... Immortal, look, you can count here. You have said so long, it is not right, could it be?" The gods are going to punish us, so how about you comfort us?"

There are only a dozen or so characters on the stone, but Qi Wushen's interpretation just now has more than 30 characters, there is no need to count them in detail, and it is easy to see that something is wrong at a glance.

Zong Wu glanced at him, his gaze seemed to say, "I'll see how you end up."

The boy shrugged with a smile, and the moment he looked at the villagers, his expression quickly returned to seriousness.

He pretended to be deep and said: "Before the owner of the house ascended, the writing was extremely concise, and it is normal if it is not correct."

"Oh—" The villagers showed a sudden realization.

Zong Wu: "..."

As a result, the statement that the house owner appeared in a spirit quickly won the approval of the villagers.

Qi Wushen looked at a few more stones, rolled up his sleeves, and said smoothly: "The owner of the house intends to gift this house to you. It just so happens that we have been down to earth for a long time, and we are preparing to go back recently. We got to know each other for a while. You have helped us a lot. How about calling the whole village after sunset the day after tomorrow to have a small gathering in the house, which can be regarded as farewell, and it can also be regarded as officially handing over the house to you."

"The immortals are leaving?" "How come they are leaving so fast, you can stay for a while longer." When they heard that the immortals were leaving, the expressions on the villagers' faces were stained with reluctance, and someone immediately recalled A few people helped in the village, and even delivered food and drinks.

Qi Wushen was a little moved when he heard this, but it was useless to patronize memories. He found a person in charge among the crowd and asked him to convey the meaning to the village chief.

After the two agreed in a few words, the villagers set off on their way back, and Qi Wushen took back the pebbles and tortoise shells on the pretext that the fairy spirit should not be leaked out.

After the matter was settled, he sent the master back to his room, and went to Ji Sheng to inform him.

"It's done?"

"It's done, you guys are ready to prepare for the day after tomorrow."

"Row."

After telling several people, Qi Wushen went back to the room.

I thought Zong Wu would rest on the bed, but when I opened the door, I saw him sitting at the table and turning over those small stones.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Qi Wushen leaned forward and put his hand on Zong Wu's shoulder naturally.

"What's the meaning of this?" Zong Wu raised his head and pointed to the small stone with the words "Master crying, so beautiful". In his impression, he did lose control of his emotions one night, but it was only a few drops Tears, certainly not crying.

Hearing this, Qi Wushen shook his head.

"I don't know, but some fragmentary images flashed in my mind before. There was a scene where the master was crying on the bed in the thatched cottage near the entrance of the demon realm."

She was crying like pear blossoms with rain, but she actually had long legs like flower stalks, and some scenes that couldn't be described in detail, but Qi Wushen didn't say anything.

"The thatched house at the entrance of the demon realm?" Zong Wu thought of something, pursed his lips, and changed the subject.

"How did you lose your memory?"

"I don't know about that." The boy rubbed his head with a shy expression on his face, "I thought...the master imposed some kind of restriction, so I couldn't remember it."

"How could it be?" Zong Wu raised his voice and realized something in a moment.He has always been in a passive position in his relationship with his little apprentice. Whether he is found out about the existence of the child, or guessed that he will follow the lower realm when he crosses the catastrophe, he is always avoiding it. It is no wonder that Qi Wushen has such a guess.

Zong Wu thought for a moment, and then gave an affirmative answer again: "I don't."

Master's eyes were firm, and his tone was not hesitant.

Qi Wushen breathed a sigh of relief: "So, my amnesia is not because of Master's restriction, I thought..."

He used to think that Master couldn't accept being pregnant with his child, that's why he sealed his memory, luckily not.

Zong Wu stretched out his hand, asked the little apprentice to sit in front of him, put his hands on Qi Wushen's shoulders, and said solemnly: "I want to explore your sea of ​​consciousness."

The young man laughed: "Master, you're too polite, what's the matter with us, what's the big deal to explore the sea of ​​knowledge? If you want to try your luck, you can do it."

Zong Wu: "..." Let's forget about the spiritual friendship, and no one's soul is damaged.

Zong Wu bit his fingertips, and drew the "Swastika" character on the top of Qi Wushen's head. The two of them touched each other lightly, and the consciousness was drawn out, and entered the little apprentice's sea of ​​consciousness along the joint.

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"Master, look how good the child looks like you."

The indigo figure sits in front of the bed with a swaddling baby in its arms.

The scene on the bed was blocked by a thick curtain, making it difficult to see clearly.

Zong Wu looked around and found that the scene here was very familiar. Isn't this his room in Cangwuxuan?

The scene in the sea of ​​consciousness was constructed by the master's heart, and Zong Wu never expected to see such a scene.

"Master." The little apprentice's voice sounded from behind, Qi Wushen folded his hands and put it away, the original bed curtains in the room and the boy sitting by the bed were all gone.

Looking around again, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, which is the original appearance of the sea of ​​consciousness after removing the virtual image.

"Master, do you think that amnesia is related to the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"How much do you think..."

"What are you thinking about?" the boy stopped and asked.

Zong Wu pursed his lips and did not speak.

After a while, he reorganized his language and said, "Well, I think the amnesia may be related to the damage to the sea of ​​consciousness, so first determine whether the sea of ​​consciousness was injured after returning from the robbery or during a certain reincarnation."

"So, what did Master want to say just now?" Qi Wushen persisted.

Zong Wu glanced at him, and said coldly: "I didn't say anything, check the sea of ​​consciousness first."

"Well..."

The sea of ​​consciousness is vast and boundless, and the efficiency of searching on foot is too low. The two teamed up to make a trick, and countless silver points flowed out from the intertwined fingertips, drifting away in all directions.

It will take some time to explore the spiritual power, so Qi Wushen made a soft couch to help the master to sit down, while he himself sat on the side, playing with the two crickets that he had casually transformed into.

The crickets were jumping in the pitch-black porcelain pot, fighting fiercely.When he was a young prince in the past, he played with this kind of gadget a lot. After going to Jiuchongtian, he couldn't find this kind of gadget at all.

Qi Wushen can't say he likes it, but he has a bit of nostalgia, and more importantly, there is nothing in the sea of ​​consciousness, which is too boring.

Zong Wu was so quiet, he was not interested in these things, so he closed his eyes on the soft couch to rest.Qi Wushen looked at it for a while, lost interest, waved his backhand, and scattered the jar.

He quietly moved to the edge of the couch, moved his sitting position a little bit, and finally when he was about to lean up, Zong Wu suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Master, don't you really want to try the divine friendship?"

Zong Wu gave him a white look, but didn't speak.

At this moment, a loud cry sounded.

The young man looked along the source of the crying, and saw a group of faint bright spots floating on Zong Wu's abdomen, and there were two protruding things in it, like the little hands of a baby sticking out.

"You have divine consciousness in just over six months?" Qi Wushen asked in surprise.

Even Zong Wu's eyes showed some surprise.