soul shifting

Shen An hasn't had a good time in the past month, although he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing and doesn't have to work.

He has insomnia, the serious kind.

The spring breeze at the end of April is very warm, and lying on a wicker chair in the shade of a tree in the afternoon is the best way to catch up on sleep.While half asleep and half awake, Shen An smelled a fragrant smell and woke up leisurely.

A lark landed on his lap, tilted its head and screamed, and flew away; Shen An rubbed his temples, covered his body with a familiar robe, and Han Xiuyu sat beside him smiling brightly.

"Hey!" Shen An happily rubbed his finger on his eyelashes: "When did you come back?"

"It's been a few hours."

"How many days off did the master give?"

"The master is not strict," Han Xiuyu said, "He gave me a lot of books to learn by myself, and I can just go back in early June."

"Then you can stay for a month!" Shen An was very happy: "I'll take you for a walk. There is a seafood street in the east of Lanxi City. There are all kinds of grilled fish, grilled shrimp and steamed crabs, which are especially delicious."

"Okay, Uncle Shen treats you!" Han Xiuyu raised his eyebrows with a smile, and put the small cup in his hand on the table: "Do you want to try the soup I made?"

When Shen An smelled it, it was exactly the smell he had just smelled.He picked it up and tasted a little, then his eyes lit up, and he drank half of the cup in one breath, his taste buds were greatly satisfied: "Mmm! It's delicious!"

"Then I'll make it for Uncle Shen every day from now on!" Han Xiuyu smiled like a spring breeze.

He did what he said, and from that day on, he got up early every day to go to the market to buy fresh ingredients, and then cooked a pot of delicious nutritious soup according to the recipe, without repeating it for half a month.Under Han Xiuyu's careful conditioning, Shen An's body lost weight after a serious illness quickly grew back, but unfortunately, the symptoms of insomnia did not improve. Either he couldn't sleep all night, or he woke up with a nightmare just after falling asleep. Fortunately, his The dark circles under the eyes are very stylish, and there is only a small circle at the corner of the eye and the place very close to the eye area. It looks like a smoky makeup, and it looks even more handsome.

Xianyunmen is not like Wuji Sect, which only has a two-day holiday at the end of the month. The system here is more flexible. On the surface, there are no holidays, but in fact, the disciples are under the supervision of their respective masters. Whether there is a holiday or not, how many days are the holidays? , It all depends on who the master is.

Xia Ming and Wu Yi's masters were very strict, they only gave them half a day to rest, while Caesar Ming and Qiu Ziyan felt better and could rest for three days, so they decided to go home.

It is only two hours away from Lingyin Peak to Qiu Mansion, and Qiu Ziyan, a small broken road with such a few steps, has to be picked up by a servant. Jue Ming scoffs at this: "Why do you still practice martial arts when you are so lazy?" ?”

Qiu Ziyan is not straightforward but also strong: "Practicing martial arts is for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, resting when you can is for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, the same way but the same effect."

The two of them slept late before setting off. They ate at a restaurant in the city at noon, and it was already noon when they arrived at the Qiu Mansion. After seeing his mother, Qiu Ziyan went to the guest house with Caesar Ming. A strange thing, like a wooden screen, with protrusions and depressions of different shapes on both sides.

Qiu Ziyan stepped forward and touched it: "What is this? It doesn't belong to my house."

Cassia shook his head.

The door on the opposite side opened, and Han Xiuyu came out: "I made it for sound insulation." He glanced at Wu Wen who was running and playing in the yard: "Save her making a fuss and disturbing Uncle Shen's lunch break."

"Wow, you still know how to do this?" Qiu Ziyan burrowed into the screen, really unable to hear the noise outside: "Where did you learn it?"

"The book that the master gave me, there is a "Creation Collection" that specifically talks about the production methods of various small tools and organs."

"That's right, master's apprentices are different!" Qiu Ziyan envied him: "According to the ranking, you are of the same generation as the headmaster! What we learn is boring, so we just exercise the basic skills, which are similar to those taught by Huoyun Villa before. .”

Han Xiuyu pointed to his own desk: "My books are all on the desk, if you are interested, read them yourself, as long as you don't lose them."

"Wow, thank you very much!" Qiu Ziyan unceremoniously flipped through the pile of books.Han Xiuyu walked out of the courtyard, Jue Ming asked, "Brother Xiuyu, why are you going?"

"Go to the market to buy ingredients, and make soup for you and Lao Qiu at night."

Cassia Ming's expression was like an extremely delicious pie falling from the sky.

Han Xiuyu has already cooked all the soups he learned from the recipes. In order not to repeat the dishes, he decided to develop a new recipe by himself.Although he has become a mature chef after more than half a month of practice, it is still not that simple to make an original soup.From the busy afternoon to the west of the sun, Han Xiuyu finally finalized the last ingredient; when the final product came out of the pan, it was already supper time.He arrived at the door of Jueming with two bowls of soup, and when he heard voices in the room, the knocker stopped in the air.

"Junior Sister Xia and I have finally made progress," Qiu Ziyan said in his voice, "It's really not easy."

"Oh?" Jue Ming said slightly teasingly, and he raised his eyebrows without looking.

"A strong and independent girl like Junior Sister Xia can't use the way of playing handsome and pretending like an ordinary little girl," Qiu Ziyan said, "I have only recently figured out something. If you ask me, I will teach you."

Caesar "cut": "I don't want to chase anyone, hold back."

"Oh you!" Qiu Ziyan pushed him, "Listen quickly!"

Jue Ming impatiently said "tsk": "Tell me quickly."

"Pretending to be handsome is for the kind of delicate girls who want to be protected and pampered," Qiu Ziyan said, "For strong and independent girls, you have to show weakness."

"Huh? Kneel down and beg for mercy, long live my wife?"

"No, I'm just pretending to be pitiful," Qiu Ziyan pretended to hold his elbow in pain, "Uh...it hurts..." Then he put on a girl's thin voice: "Senior Brother Qiu, do you mind?" Then Continue to pretend to be injured: "Okay, it seems to be broken..." Then pretend to be a female voice: "Ah! I feel so distressed! Let me take care of you!"

Cassia: "..."

He looked coldly at Qiu Ziyan's self-direction and acting, and turned his head to make a vomiting motion: "When has junior sister Xia been as disgusting as you?"

"Hey, I was exaggerating a little bit," Qiu Ziyan waved his hand, "But that's the truth. Girls like Junior Sister Xia don't like you if you look handsome, but she feels sorry for you when you're injured or sick. Pretend to be sick, wait for her to take care of you, and then say something like 'just a little injury is okay' to show your strength, and the effect is particularly good. Look at how miserable I was when I sprained my ankle the day before yesterday, Xia Junior sister helped me for a whole day, and I didn't go to Wu Yi anymore."

Jueming glanced at his mouth: "I know how to take advantage of other people's sympathy."

"Compassion can gradually accumulate into love."

Han Xiuyu listened thoughtfully, feeling a door opened in his mind that he had never seen before. "Uncle Shen is also a strong and independent person." He thought.

The experimental product of coix seed and white fungus pigeon soup was very successful. Qiu Ziyan and Cassia Ming drank it so well that they were still belching in their dreams at night.

Before dawn the next day, Shen An sat up from the bed out of breath, as usual, his underwear was soaked in cold sweat.He dreamed of the alley where Elder Shen died tragically, the tea shed where Yao Bingqing died, and Luo Yuxuan's sinister and sneering face.He stretched half-deadly, found a set of clean clothes and prepared them, put on his coat and went to fetch water from the boiling water room. When he came back, he heard the sound of water sloshing in Han Xiuyu's room.The window was open a little, Shen An glanced into the room.

Han Xiuyu's figure is already well-proportioned, and the sporadic water droplets on it are even more attractive.The shoulders are extremely broad, the complexion is extremely white, the beautiful muscles on the lower abdomen are convex and concave, the waist of the trousers droops slightly, revealing a little hazy mermaid line, which makes the waist and hips more slender and powerful.The muscles on his arms are well developed, showing a strong aura, but the palms are narrow and thin, and the fingers are like green onions. The strength is mixed with a little elegance, forming a kind of almost perfect handsome temperament.

Shen An secretly sighed, a little sad in his heart: "The face is already good, and now the figure is so good, the little girls chasing him must be too many to count, and when I have a girl, I won't have time to make soup for me Drink it." Then he laughed at himself in his heart: "I have nothing to do to think about these messes." He went back to the house to take a shower, changed into dry clothes, sat in front of the desk and rubbed ink to draw.

Shen An's paintings are beautiful, with sparkling river water, graceful willow trees, bustling riverside streets, and plump-winged larks.The last stroke was the long feathers on the lark's head, Shen An accidentally flicked his wrist: "Tsk, the fork is split."

The lark has a dull feather.

There was a knock on the door, and Han Xiuyu came to deliver the soup as usual, dispelling Shen An's faint displeasure.Amidst the steam, Han Xiuyu stared at him intently, he was too embarrassed to drink it.

"...What's wrong?" Shen An couldn't hold back anymore.

Han Xiuyu was serious: "Uncle Shen, I'm not feeling well."

Shen An stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and it was so hot that he shrank back immediately: "It's almost cooked by you! Hurry up and lie down on the bed!" Shen An drank the soup in two gulps, and put the last piece of pigeon leg in his mouth , while eating, hurriedly went out to find Qiu Ziyan's second elder brother who was proficient in medicine, and Han Xiuyu smiled slyly behind him.

The introduction to Xianyunmen's kung fu of charging internal force into external objects starts with using internal force to freely control things in one's body, such as moving blood, air in the lungs, and food in the stomach.

Body temperature can of course also be moved.

Han Xiuyu concentrated all the heat from his face and neck on his forehead, which naturally became astonishingly hot.

Brother Qiu prescribed some antipyretics, Han Xiuyu pinched his nose and drank it, lowered his body temperature a little bit, pretended to be cold all over, and hummed weakly: "Uncle Shen, I'm so cold "A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, followed by a muffled thunder, and he shivered very realistically.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while." Shen An coaxed, wrapped him up in a quilt, and hugged him tightly.

The corners of Han Xiuyu's mouth raised imperceptibly.

However, he didn't last long. That night, Wu Wen also had a fever due to the rain, and Shen An had to run around with an umbrella. Han Xiuyu couldn't help feeling distressed, so he had to "heal" himself quickly.

"This kid is so annoying, can't she just disappear?" This idea has been lingering in Han Xiuyu's mind from time to time since that night; It is only limited to thinking about it.

In the scorching summer, Han Xiuyu made soup for Shen An while practicing martial arts while feeling unhappy with Wu Wen; While cooking soup for Shen An, he was practicing martial arts while feeling unhappy with Wu Wen.As soon as the days passed in a regular manner, time ran quickly. Han Xiuyu felt that in the blink of an eye, the New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival came one after another.He thought that such peaceful, happy and slightly disturbed days would continue forever. However, at the bustling temple fair in the first month of the lunar year, his long-cherished wish suddenly became a reality without warning.

Wu Wen is lost.

The author has something to say: the running account is finally finished, and the next chapter will start the next high-energy