Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Xiao Lin felt his eyelids twitching slightly when he saw the chaos just now.

The spiritual beast has a prohibition talisman and will not escape without reason, so this incident must have been done by human power.

There hasn't been any trouble in the Spirit Beast Garden for a long time, so how come something happened today? It must have something to do with these people who were punished to work here.

And the only one who has the ability to stir up trouble is...

Xiao Lin thought about it and immediately increased his speed a bit.

When Qi Wu Yue strolled back to the stable, he found that all the horses were dead.

Qi Wu Yue: “???”

The breeder in the leather apron was sitting cross-legged on the ground, crying out of breath.

Qi Wu Yue glanced coldly at Xiao Jin who was trying hard to squeeze himself into the corner.

Qi Wu Yue: "How did he die?"

"I'm dying of stuffiness!"

The crying leather apron breeder said loudly.

Xiao Jin smiled and said, "Boss, I didn't know these things were so delicate. They died after eating a few bites of grass. It must be that the breeders had bad intentions and planted poisonous grasses."

The breeder in the leather apron cried and retorted: "You are talking nonsense! It is obvious that the White-Brushed Ink Horse died of overeating from eating several hundred kilograms of spiritual grass! The White-Brushed Ink Horse cannot be fed grass that is more than 70% of its body weight... "

Xiao Jin muttered, "I can eat hundreds of kilograms of meat, but it can't even eat hundreds of kilograms of grass. What else can it be but a squeamish person?"

The breeder wiped his tears and cried: "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

Xiao Jin rubbed Qi Wu Yue's leg with a shameless face: "Boss, I didn't mean it."

The next second, he opened his mouth and burped.

In fact, when the first horse of Bai Bi stepped on the black horse and died, Xiao Jin was afraid that he would not do his job well and make Qi Wu Yue angry. Seeing that there was no one around, he suddenly opened his huge mouth and swallowed the horse that was choked to death in one gulp.

But later more and more people died.

Xiao Jin: ...I really can't eat anymore... burp~

The breeder in the leather apron looked at Qi Wu Yue with resentment and accusation.

Qi Wu Yue: "Don't cry, you can make them into leather aprons. Do you want the meat? If you don't want me to take it away."

The leather apron breeder cried even more sadly: "I already have an apron."

Qi Wu Yue suggested: "You can also make leather bags, leather jackets, and leather boots. You don't want the meat of spiritual beasts, right?" As he said that, he raised his hand and put it into the space, leaving only a pile of animal skins on the ground.

The breeder in the leather apron was stunned for a moment, then cried even louder.

Qi Wu Yue: Leaving like this... I feel a little reluctant.

He turned back again, patted the leather-aproned breeder on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you come back with me?"

The leather-apron breeder sobbed and asked, "Why?"

Qi Wu Yue looked at him sincerely and said, "Please try some peach blossom vinegar to soothe your soul."

Killing people, destroying their hearts, skinning them and pulling out their bones is just like this.

Half an hour later.

Deacon Jin, the elder of the Spirit Beast Garden, several managers, a bunch of keepers, and the old man in a green robe who came to watch the fun.

Qi Wu Yue stood casually with one hand on Xiao Lin's shoulder.

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden had a stern expression and cold eyes. He pointed at Qi Wu Yue and asked Deacon Jin directly: "Did you send him?"

Deacon Jin said with a calm face, "According to the school regulations, these two people will be fined to work for a week. I approved the note."

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden said in a tone that did not allow for argument: "Take it back, I won't accept it."

Deacon Jin: "The academy stipulates that the Spirit Beast Garden, the Herb Garden, and the Library Pavilion will accommodate students who have made mistakes and have been punished. This is in accordance with the regulations."

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden sneered: "According to the rules? The rules here are that we don't accept harm. Either you re-approve the rules, or the punishment will be annulled."

Deacon Jin said calmly, "The note has been approved and sealed, and it cannot be changed."

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden turned his head and looked at the culprit: "In that case, you two can go back. Your work is over."

Deacon Jin said coldly: "I am still here, how can you blatantly show favoritism."

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden was just as tough as the Golden Stone Tablet: "This is how I punish you. If you can't stand it, just throw it away and don't punish me."

While they were arguing over here, a certain troublemaker was half lying on Xiao Lin's shoulder over there, pretending not to hear anything.

Qi Wu Yue's fingers continued to write words methodically on Xiao Lin's back.

"Have you ever heard of Beauty Peach Blossom Vinegar?"

"I got some of the spirit flesh of the White Comb Stepping on the Ink Horse..."

The old man in green robe had calluses on his ears from listening so much, and he interrupted the two of them with a loud shout.

"Is it that troublesome?"

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden immediately said, "If you have time, take the person to the Hundred Herb Garden."

The green-robed old man frowned and said, "Just go to my place, it's no big deal."

Then he pointed at Xiao Lin and shouted to him: "It's your loss if the Spirit Beast Garden doesn't want him as an old turtle!"

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden was indifferent and said, "Deacon Jin, why don't you approve the note to Master Baicao?"

After a stick of incense.

The green-robed old man, Baicao Zhenren, who led two workers in Baicao Garden, hesitated.

The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden quickly made a decision: "Come here, show the guest away. Send Master Baicao away."

The old man in green robe raised his hand: "Wait a moment, wait a moment."

Then he walked up to Qi Wu Yue and asked in a gentle tone, "Why don't you not go?"

After all, harm is harm wherever it occurs.

Qi Wu Yue immediately took out the note and said happily, "Approve my employment certificate."

Xiao Lin pressed Qi Wu Yue's hand and said, "Senior, let's review them together."

The old man in green robe disagreed immediately: "No, if you leave, who will help me feed the mushroom bird? The old turtle finally agreed to let me take it away."

"It's a temporary loan." The elder of the Spirit Beast Garden added.

"Let's go together, bound together?" The old man in green robe looked at Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin nodded.

The green-robed old man pondered, then waved his hand and said, "Then let's stay together."

The medicinal fields have clear ridges, and the spiritual plants have green stems and tender leaves. It looks vibrant and lush, and the medicinal vapors are evaporating above, gathering into a thin layer of mist.

The green-robed old man led Qi Wu Yue to a primary medicinal field, raised his chin slightly and said, "You look so noble, but you can't do any heavy work."

"You don't need to carry water or apply fertilizer, nor do you need to plant seedlings. You just need to pull weeds. You don't need to do much. Just pull one weed a day for these few medicinal plots. After seven days, you can leave. Okay?"

Qi Wu Yue, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the golden-armored lion king, propped up his head and said lazily, "Okay."

"I know you can't tell the difference between spiritual plants and weeds. Come, I'll teach you a simple way to tell the difference. This is a ridge of soil. The ones on the ridge are spiritual plants. The rest are weeds. Pull them out."

Then the green-robed old man looked at Qi Wu Yue with suspicion: "Girl, can you pull weeds?"

"Girl" Qi Wu Yue said frankly: "Yes."

He performed a weed pulling trick on the spot.

Qi Wu Yue grabbed a piece of grass and looked at him: "That's enough."

The old man in green robes looked at it and said, "Shake off the soil from the grass roots. This is all medicinal soil. It's very expensive."

There are quite a few requirements.

"Okay." Qi Wu Yue moved his wrist as he was told.

The silver bells rang crisply and the soil fell.

The old man in green robe warned: "Don't even think about trying to pull up my spiritual plants. They haven't reached maturity yet. You can't use them to make pills even if you pull them up, and no one will want them if you sell them."

Qi Wu Yue looked at Xiao Lin: "Can't make the elixir?"

Xiao Lin nodded: "No."

Qi Wu Yue: “Oh.”

The green-robed old man was relieved, and patted Xiao Lin with his big hand, saying, "Come on, I will teach you how to cultivate spiritual plants."

Xiao Lin: I always feel that it’s not that simple.