Shanhedu

He thought he could heal Junhe's wealth, but later realized that he had made a mistake.

Standing by the bed, hold the "little thing" in your palm and examine it carefully.

Tu Sheng walked over and exclaimed, "Hey!" Shimizu was so annoyed that he wanted to hit someone again.

"How is this going?"

Ling Xiao's jaw was tense, and his high-protruding brow bones were cold.

The fortune-teller looked at the little thing in his palm in embarrassment, thought for a while, and said something half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Maybe he's rejuvenated..."

Afterwards, Leader Ling's face became even uglier.

"How is this possible, you half fairy, don't talk nonsense." Jun He walked behind Fugui.

The two of them met their eyes, and Junhe in Fugui's palm wondered if he could understand people's words.

The little jade beads on the top of his head drooped, as lifeless as him.

"Has our grass ever aged? Immortal Jinghe has only raised it for 20 years."

While talking, Qing Shui poked Junhe's little head with his finger.

"He hasn't been in human form for a whole month."

Hearing this, Fugui showed a sudden realization expression on his face.

He quickly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao, who had a dark face aside.

"Less than a month, less than a month."

"What do you mean?" Ling Xiao's tone was cold and puzzled.

"Spiritual breath, he was able to transform into a human form in less than a month, and the spiritual breath in his body is still shallow, and poisoning will damage the spiritual breath."

Fugui continued: "Like ordinary people who want to eat, there is food in their stomachs so that they have the strength to do things. The same is true for their gods and goblins. Spiritual breath, spiritual breath is like food in the stomach."

Ling Xiao understood, and then frowned again, "How can I replenish Jun He with the spiritual breath?"

"Oh, I'm talking about Leader Ling." Qing Shui behind them looked helplessly, looked at Ling Xiao's back and said, "You grow up so big, do you still need others to feed you? Of course Lingxi wants Jun He, the little goblin, to cultivate himself ah."

Fugui took a look at Qingshui, thinking that the fairies who have lived their whole lives are different.

He also agreed: "It's official. Lingxi needs Junhe to cultivate himself, and outsiders can't help him."

"I think, when he has enough spiritual energy in his body, he will be able to return to human form."

Having said that, Ling Xiao had no choice but to put the little thing in his palm into his own hands.

Undeterred, he asked, "Is there no way?"

Fugui turned his head to look out of the bedroom window, and paused, "The essence of the sun and the moon, the place where the aura is concentrated, may help him recover soon. Besides, I can't think of any other way."

After listening to it for a long time, Tu Sheng interjected, "Is it possible to eat some Ganoderma lucidum and old wild ginseng?"

"..."

Qing Shui was the first to turn around and glanced at him, "You just know what to eat."

"Perhaps the spiritual breath can only be cultivated by Jun He himself. The method I mentioned cannot be guaranteed to be effective. The foreign things you mentioned...may be useful." After thinking about it, Fugui said.

Tu Sheng felt that he was approved, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qing Shui, the expression on his face seemed to say, "Look, I said it would be useful."

Shimizu didn't bother to talk to him.

The sky lighted up outside the window, and the morning glow hung in a ball in the sky, and the group of them rode quickly on the road.

Ling Xiao considered that his whereabouts had been exposed, and that other gangs would inevitably chase him, so he abandoned the path on the sheepskin map, and went into the dense old forest in the deep mountains.

While on the way, the little cutie Jun He stayed in the lapel of Ling Xiao's chest.

Ling Xiao tied the handkerchief his mother left him into a small bundle, wrapped it around Junhe, hung it on the front of his front and stuffed it into his chest.

While walking in the forest, Jun He poked his head out from time to time to look around. Ling Xiao was worried that he would be jolted out, so he softly advised Jun He to shrink back to his chest.

For some reason, Jun He stuck his head out again and again, as if he didn't listen to persuasion, very naughty.

Ling Xiao was puzzled at first, but when he saw the jade bead and a small piece of jade-colored rhizome on the top of his head getting straighter and straighter, he realized that the method Fugui said was indeed useful.

The horses were startled by the creatures hiding in the grass and fled around. Ling Xiao tightened the reins with his right hand, and firmly covered his chest with his left hand, looking down at Jun He's head.

Coax him softly, "Recover quickly."

At sunset, they finally passed through the deep forest and stopped to rest on the bank of the river.

Qing Shui, who will not neglect himself, fished some fat game from the forest.

Ling Xiao took the little cute thing in his arms to the woods to try to absorb more spiritual energy.

When he came back, he had a bag of wild fruits in his pocket and rested with his back under the tree.

Jun He in his arms was finally released, lying in his palm, twisting his buttocks and moving his little head.

Ling Xiao finally showed a little smile, and the little cute thing in his hand blinked his big watery eyes at him again.

It's a pity that the next moment, the jade beads on the top were dying like dead wood, and Ling Xiao's heart suddenly tightened.