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He leaned against her, tilted his head and said sympathetically: "What kind of elixir or resources do you need? Tell me and I will help you think of a solution."
Hearing him say this, Xiao Zi felt warm in her heart. Only a fool like him could be so kind to her.
In fact, as an instrument cultivator, her own cultivation is of no importance at all. She doesn't even need a physical body. After she dies, she can just become an instrument spirit. Maintaining her human form is purely a hobby.
Besides, even if one advances to the Golden Core stage, one will be struck by thunder. How can it compare to her Nascent Soul combat power after she puts on the purple robe?
She spoke without hesitation, "Juding Dan, Chaoyuan Dan, Ningjin Dan and Ningshui Dan..."
Ye Hong nodded slightly after listening to it and said, "It seems that there are some that can be exchanged directly in the sect. I will keep an eye out for them for you. In addition, my mother must have prepared some resources for me. You can directly use my share when the time comes."
Xiao Zi reached out and touched his face, smiling and said, "Then shouldn't I wash my little butt and wait?"
"Be yourself, whatever you want." He pressed his forehead against hers, "I'm not a knife or a gun. I have to stab you twice to be happy."
Xiao Zi raised her lips and continued to preach: "How can you live like this? You can exchange your contributions for spiritual herbs, and then find someone to make pills. This is much more cost-effective than directly exchanging them for finished pills."
"Oh, that's right." He thought about it and suddenly remembered one thing. Even Senior Sister Liu Ruochen, the leader of the Hua Sect, couldn't afford to exchange for a rare elixir like the "Purple Ginseng Blood-Producing Pill". She probably felt that it was not cost-effective.
Ye Hong closed his eyes and said, "I've been living too comfortably and have forgotten how to save money. I'm not a second-generation immortal, but I'm better than one."
Xiao Zi hummed softly, as if dissatisfied, and did not say anything.
Ye Hong said to himself: "It's a pity that neither you nor I have the dual spiritual roots of fire and wood, so we can't make pills."
However, what he didn't know was that water method could actually also be used to make elixirs.
Simply put, the fire method is heating and the water method is dissolving.
She smiled and said, "That's easy. Just buy a furnace that can make pills. After you're done playing with her, let her make pills. It'll be a good combination of work and rest."
Ye Hong couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. Not only are you more like the male protagonist than me, you're also more like a capitalist than me.
"Tsk, can we not always use the Yanyue Sect's thinking to solve problems? Oh, by the way, I haven't had time to ask you, is that the girl in the yellow skirt the one you bought this time?"
Xiao Zi pressed her body against his side, hugged his neck, and put her face against his, breathing heavily, "I'm giving you a ride on a horse, but children should have children's toys."
Chapter 113: Riding a Big Horse
"Then let's meet."
Not long after, Ye Hong sat up from the bed, raised his eyes and looked at the young girl brought by Xiao Zi. She was wearing a small jacket on her upper body and a goose yellow dress underneath. Her thick black hair was tied into a bun on top of her head, without a single strand of hair hanging down to cover her fair and delicate face. Her eyes were bright like water, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyes revealed a kind of obedience and obedience.
He didn't feel anything particularly excited and looked down at the information in his hand. It said that her name was Chu Xian and she was from a wealthy family in Yuezhou, Donglai. Unfortunately, her father and grandfather were killed one after another, and her family fell into decline.
Afterwards, things took a turn for the better. She was diagnosed with low-grade earth and wood spiritual roots, and was noticed by the Yanyue Sect and brought back to the sect. However, her years were wasted, and she had beauty but no combat power, so she was defeated in the cruel competition and became a cauldron for people to choose.
The first half of her life was full of ups and downs. After all, she was once a noble lady. Such a situation can only be said to be miserable!
Looking at the comments written in rouge on it: Lower-grade furnace cauldron, the primordial yin is still there, and it is good at singing and dancing.
Ye Hong made a light "tsk" sound, reached out and grabbed Xiao Zi's wrist, and whispered in her ear: "She is far less sensitive and aloof than she was before. The beautiful and desolate Xiao Zi makes my heart beat, just like a wounded little female wolf, I can't help but pity her."
These were not entirely sweet words. At that time, when Ye Hong read about Xiao Zi burning herself with charcoal fire in Ziyun Tower, he couldn't help but feel admiration for her. He sincerely felt that for a girl like her who was born with such ruthlessness and pride in her bones, there would be no problem for her to achieve success in the future.
Xiao Zi understood his meaning and narrowed her eyes comfortably.
Which woman can resist such praise and pity? No matter what kind of woman she is, she will surrender in front of the man closest to her.
After meeting him, her whole being seemed to be activated. She was full of fun without torturing others. Even her heart of stone had long since softened like water.
She smiled and touched his cheek with her slender white fingertips, "Young Master, be careful or you will be eaten by a she-wolf at night."
"You can eat it below."
The two of them laughed and played happily in the room, without any regard for other people's feelings.
Compared to the beautiful girl, Chu Xian seemed a little uninteresting. Ye Hong didn't like her very much, but he had a slight liking for her. He said without hesitation: "If you bought her, let her follow you. Just don't abuse her."
Xiao Zi saw through his thoughts at a glance, pouted, and asked, "Why, don't you like it? You don't even try it and you don't like it. I spent a long time choosing it."
The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She felt that all her kindness to him had been in vain. Her cheeks puffed up as she said, "With this figure and this appearance, how come she is not better than that slut (Feng Nu)?"
So this is where the problem lies.
Ye Hong suddenly found it a little funny. He thought about his words and explained, "I told you, I will never forgive a woman who once wanted to kill me, and I will never be stupid enough to fall in love with her."
He recounted the past like a child, using a nonchalant attitude and self-deprecating methods: "I kept her by my side just to remind myself from time to time not to forget when I was at a low level of cultivation and was chased around like a dog."
He had also said these words to Qingyi, saying that he had already figured out what true revenge was.
Xiao Zi heard the words, thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed in her heart, then she reached out to hug him, snuggled into his arms, her lips slightly curled, and then she whispered softly: "Young Master is lustful, Young Master is like jade; Young Master is cunning, Young Master is trustworthy; Young Master is passionate, Young Master is unfeeling."
In her heart, the heartless man is actually a good person.
"...Hehe, I feel embarrassed when you say that."
"Hum~"
Xiao Zi did not comment, sat up, walked a few steps to Chu Xian, and then gave an order, "Xian Nu, kneel down."
There was a hint of bitterness in her eyes, but she dared not disobey and slowly lowered her proud head.
Then Xiao Zi took out a necklace and put it firmly around her fair neck with her slender jade hands. The silver bells engraved with intricate patterns tinkled as she fiddled with it. Then she successfully hung the leather rope on it. After hanging it, she even pulled it hard, as if to test whether it was firm. Xian Nu was pushed forward by her.
Xiao Zi held the reins in her hand, looked back at Ye Hong and blinked, looking very cute, and asked softly, "Do you want to get on the saddle?"
Ye Hong felt a little bit reluctant, but this sympathy was only fleeting. To put it bluntly, when facing the misfortune of others, he was eager to get rid of the condemnation of conscience as soon as possible to avoid his own mood being affected.
Not only sympathy and empathy, he felt that the love in his heart was becoming less and less. The largest portion had been given to his mother, who occupied it firmly and could not be shaken. The rest of the feelings were given to Qingyi, Xiaozi, and Senior Yuer.
Other women are just passing clouds, and the later they appear, the less they can get. This sounds very unfair. How can love be divided into first come first served? But in fact, if you think about it carefully, this view is untenable.
If love does not distinguish between first come first served, then wouldn't it be possible to shamelessly have an affair with another person's wife?
He felt that he really did not meet the standard of a good man who "lives with one person for the rest of his life", but he also could not do as Xiao Zi said, "Women are like clothes, and female cultivators are all incense burners", and wear clothes randomly based on his own likes and dislikes, and urinate in other people's incense burners.
Xiao Zi handed over the reins, and Ye Hong took it casually. Then she stripped Xian Nu's clothes to reveal her beautiful back and slender waist. Then Ye Hong started to mount the horse. Xiao Zi picked up her own son with some doting and put him on the mare's slender waist.
Because he was afraid of crushing her, Ye Hong did not sit firmly after he went up. However, Xiao Zi said, "How can a foundation-building cultivator be so fragile?"
So he sat down confidently and started playing.
To be honest, the friction between the skin feels pretty good, but it always feels a bit weird to ride on someone, especially for an adult, holding the reins in one hand and waving the whip in the other, like a child shouting "Go, go, go!"
Just do it as a token of your appreciation, as long as you are worthy of Xiao Zi's kindness.
However, Xiao Zi kept asking him, "Sir, do you like riding a big horse?"
"I like it." But it's not appropriate. It's okay to play with it once in a while, but how can you really treat someone like a beast of burden in your heart?
He lay on Xiannu's back and asked her, "Can you sing?"
She spoke for the first time, blushing, "Young Master, I can."
So he taught her to sing and let her sway her body gently to the rhythm.
The cheerful song echoed in the room:
"What's dad's dad's name?"
"Dad's dad is called grandpa~"
It might be a little childish for kids, but it's just right for adults.
Chapter 114 Reminiscence of the Past
Ye Hong felt that he had experienced enough of the human rocking car, so he whispered to Xian Nu: "Sit up straight for a moment."
So Xian Nu obediently leaned back, supported herself with her hands, and straightened her slender waist. Ye Hong slid down her back like cargo being unloaded from a bucket, rubbed her soft skin, and stood steadily on the ground.
Xiao Zi was still immersed in the strange nursery rhyme that Ye Hong taught Xian Nu. She couldn't help laughing while holding her belly. In the past few months, she had laughed sincerely more times than in the past ten years. When she saw his movements at this moment, her eyes narrowed, because he looked very skilled and it should not be the first time he had dismounted like this.
"Have you ever ridden a slave horse before, sir?"
Ye Hong was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the horse slave she was talking about was not a horse breeder, but had another meaning.
He was silent for a long time, then sighed softly: "When I was young, I was very ignorant and didn't know how to be considerate of my mother. When I saw other children being carried on their backs by their fathers, I felt very envious and sad, and even had some inappropriate emotions... In order to ensure that my childhood would not be less experienced than others, my mother often played the horse riding game with me after work. She let me ride on her like riding a horse, and she carried me to climb..."
……
At that time, Ye Wanqing had just joined the company for a few years and had not yet become a senior executive. She was very busy with work, and her son was usually picked up and dropped off at kindergarten by his grandmother and nanny.
The little guy doesn’t get angry easily under normal circumstances, but if he can’t see his mother for a while, he will easily lose his temper due to separation anxiety, and it is a bit difficult to comfort him when he is angry.
Grandma scolded her for giving birth to a child and not raising it. The child was crying for his mother, and where could I find one for him?
Ye Wanqing was helpless and angry about this. She could only coax the old and the young after work. Whenever she went on a business trip, she always liked to take her son with her as long as conditions permitted.
But sometimes, she would think, actually I am also very tired, who will comfort me?
It can only be my baby.
She always smiled happily, sat on the sofa, stroked her son's head, kissed his cheek with her lips, couldn't let go, and smelled the scent of milk shower gel on his body, thus getting comfort and healing from him.
"Mom, let's play a game!"
"What game do you want to play, baby?"
"Ride a big horse, ride a big horse~"
At home, the mother’s legs, neck, belly and back are all her son’s “mounts”, and correspondingly, the son is the mother’s “pendant” that she must carry with her wherever she goes except when going to the toilet.
"Good."
So, she chuckled and let her son ride on her back, with his little legs clamped around her, his little hands pulling her hair, and she gently called out, "Gee, gee, the horse is ready to go." Then she carried her son from the living room to the bedroom, lay on the bed, let him ride on her, crawling and imitating the sound of a horse, her body bouncing up and down.
"I have a donkey, but I never ride it. One day, I suddenly felt like riding it to the market. I had a whip in my hand, and I was feeling very proud of it. I don't know how I fell down and got covered in mud..."
After riding a few laps, as long as the mother says she is tired, the little one will slide off her obediently.
The simple happiness and warmth between mother and child makes people feel beautiful.
But every time this happened, grandma would always step forward and make fun of the mother and daughter, but the parties involved never got tired of it, day after day, year after year, and time passed by.
This situation continued until one day.
He rode on his mother's back as usual, but Ye Wanqing felt tired after a while and suddenly fell down. To be precise, she fell on the bed. Little Ye Hong quickly got off her and kept shouting, "Mom, mom, are you okay?"
She hugged her son in her arms and said that mom was fine, feeling quite touched. Before she knew it, her son had grown up. He was four years old, weighed 32 kilograms, and was 110 cm tall. He was a little thin, but almost as heavy as a bag of rice. It was impossible for him to not feel tired when riding on her back.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I never want to ride a big horse again."
She was a little melancholy, but smiled softly and said, "Baby, no matter how old you are, Mom is willing to be your big horse. I still remember when Mom carried you on her back to climb Mount Putuo. Others laughed at me for not being tired. Yes, I am not tired, because your smiling face is Mom's greatest motivation..."