In the bamboo shadow of Yunqi Xiaozhu, Gu Changqing stared at the bent figure on the field ridge for three years.
When she poured morning dew into Arata, he quietly completed the spiritual planting technique in the remaining pages;
When she was pushed by her clan relatives, his bamboo flute distracted the wild rats that were gnawing on the spiritual seedlings.
Until that night, she rushed into his small courtyard holding an ear of fairy rice that shimmered with spiritual veins!
My mother's notes contain the mark of your sect!
He looked at the tips of her muddy hair and spread out the complete "Qinghe Sutra" that had been hidden for half a lifetime: "This time, I will accompany you to plant this field into hope for the world."
