My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

Rong Huai carefully inspected the slender and weak wisteria in his palm, as if the tip of the vine would break off if he touched it lightly, it was always entangled with him.He was reluctant to take it off, so he tried not to move his fingers.

I don't know how to make it like this, the more you look at it, the more shocking it is.If these injuries were placed on a monk, it would be tantamount to breaking an arm, limb, or tendon.

Thinking of this, Rong Huai couldn't help but gently scratched the tip of the vine wrapped around his index finger.Lingzhi with spiritual knowledge is similar to a cub, timid and very defensive, not to mention this is an injured Lingzhi.

Under such circumstances, Wisteria is still willing to contact him, presumably she trusts him very much.

Without further delay, Rong Huai picked up the wisteria, stepped on the flute, and went straight to the mountain.As the wind blew, Rong Huai lowered his brows and eyes slightly, stroking the wisteria in his palm to block the harsh wind.

Back up the hill, just to the yard.

"Big Brother." Eighth Junior Sister was waiting outside.

"Bongrong."

The Eighth Junior Sister who was pushed out again didn't dare to look directly into Rong Huai's eyes: "I saw that your pot of emerald green jade is well-raised, and I really like it, so I took it away."

"Ok."

Eh?

Mu Rongrong, who was thinking of a reason to deal with the senior brother, was stunned. Didn't the senior senior brother ask a few more questions in the past?

As soon as Mu Rongrong raised her head, she found that her elder brother's eyebrows were relaxed, obviously happier than before.Seeing the people walking in briskly, Mu Rongrong looked at a loss, is today a good day?

"Master." Upon entering, Rong Huai first greeted the master who was lying lazily under the tree.

"It's Xiao Huai, it's so early today." Chu Mo turned over, half-supporting his head, holding the wine gourd with one hand, the fox's eyes were half closed.

"Yes, Master."

"Big Brother."

"Ah."

"Brother, you are back."

"Well, I'm back."

As soon as they entered the front yard, the brothers who were gathering together greeted Rong Huai pretending not to know anything.Like Mu Rongrong, they soon realized that today's senior brother was a little abnormally happy.

"Eldest brother, have you dug up a lot of elixir today?" Junior Eleven stepped forward and grabbed Rong Huai's sleeve.

Rong Huai rubbed his junior brother's head: "I dug a plant."

"One?"

Eleventh Junior Brother saw with his sharp eyes a little bit of gorgeous purple that was completely different from his senior brother's sleeve robe.

"Brother, what is it in your hand?"

"This one?" When mentioning wisteria, Rong Huai couldn't hide the smile on his lips, and he lifted his sleeve robe.

The juniors all stretched their necks curiously with the wooden banyan tree at the door and the master on the deck chair.

Under the sleeve robe, a thin wisteria that was half an arm long protruded from the wrist. The body of the wisteria was lying on the palm, and the tip of the vine was still tightly wrapped around the index finger.

"Yes..." The junior brother looked at the entangled wisteria in disbelief: "Is there a spiritual plant with spiritual consciousness?"

Spiritual plants and spiritual medicines are easy to distinguish. Spiritual medicines are herbs that can absorb spiritual energy, while spiritual plants are plants that can absorb spiritual energy by themselves in addition to spiritual medicines.

Lingzhi is much rarer than elixir. Many lingzhi are born with ignorant spiritual consciousness due to blood inheritance. Compared with elixir, it is easier for Lingzhi to cultivate a human form.However, most of Lingzhi's combat effectiveness is extremely low, even if it is transformed into a human form, it is useless, but this thing is very expensive in the cultivation world.Many powerful monks like to keep one or two plants by their side as a pastime.

Eldest brother has no other hobbies, he just likes these flowers and plants, but he is also a dislike of flowers when they are seen.

They also sent senior brother Lingzhi before, but when Lingzhi saw the senior brother, he was so frightened that his flower bones fell off.Looking into the disappointed eyes of the elder brother, none of them mentioned sending Lingzhi to the elder brother since then.

"Yeah." Rong Huai nodded with a smile: "It's injured, I'll take it back to the house first, and you guys continue to play."

The 11 people stared helplessly as the elder brother took Ling Zhi away.

"I feel the spiritual energy, it seems that it is really a spiritual plant."

"No, it's impossible."

"Didn't the Lingzhi around us run away? Where did Lingzhi come from so unlucky to be picked up by the senior brother?"

"Where is it?" Eleventh brother is the most protective of senior brother: "It is clear that Lingzhi took the initiative, and I saw it grabbing senior brother!"

In the end, the master took ten disciples and hid together on the eaves like an old hen with chicks.

They restrained their aura honestly, watched Rong Huai come in and out, busily busy.

Rong Huai first planted the elixir in the basket, and after the elixir was settled, he devoted himself to dealing with the wisteria in his hand.

He found the spirit gathering basin, washed it, put three spirit stones on the bottom of the basin, and covered it with spirit soil.

It can be seen that he really likes this active Lingzhi very much. When handling these things, it is inconvenient to use one hand, and he has not moved his right hand all the time.It was not until everything was tidied up that the entwined wisteria was carefully removed and buried in the soil.

The wisteria was soft, and as soon as the end was buried in it, without Rong Huai's hand for support, it immediately fell down limply.

Rong Huai immediately found a branch and stuck it in the soil to prop up the wisteria.

Looking contentedly at the wisteria growing up straight in the pot, Rong Huai hugged the pot and placed it in a sunny place.This was not enough. After putting it away, he went to the back mountain to fetch spring water and poured it on the wisteria.

"Such a lot of spiritual energy will burst." People lined up on the eaves murmured.

"No way."

"The aura on Lingzhi's body seems to be equivalent to one or two grades of elixir. After all, it's just a monk who is only a human monk at the first level of Qi training. Will he really be fine?"

"Hmm..." There was silence.

"How many days did you grow that second-grade elixir last time?"

"Three days."

"This Lingzhi's spiritual energy is unstable, and he is already half dead. In my opinion, let alone three days, he will die tonight."

"Then what should we do?" Eleventh senior brother stared at the courtyard, took out the scriptures and sat on the stone bench, accompanied by the senior brother who put the wisteria on the stone table to bask in the sun, wrinkled his childish round face in distress: "Eldest brother likes it so much, if he dies, he will definitely be sad."

"Why don't you steal it out tonight, find a place to bury it, and tell the senior brother that Ling Zhi ran away by himself tomorrow?"

"Blind idea, just this vine, where can I go? Why not ask Rongrong to give me some spiritual energy, and see if I can save it."

Mu Rongrong, who had just completely cured an emerald green jade to death, wanted to cry without tears: "Is it possible? I, I don't dare, what should I do if I die sooner?"

Cong Rong Huai started to read the scriptures, until the sun set to the west, Rong Huai put away the scriptures and carried the wisteria back to the room, the group of people still did not discuss a countermeasure.

At night, the sky is full of stars.

The wisteria that Rong Huai put on the window sill to absorb the moonlight was covered with a layer of white mist, and the extremely rich aura condensed into water droplets on the tips of the leaves and vines.

The whole body is full of aura.

Not only the broken tendons were relieved, but also the 22 years since he became conscious after turning into a human form, the pain in his soul that tossed him from time to time was relieved a lot.

Consciousness gradually awakened.

Chong Jin wanted to stretch her whole body, but found that she couldn't move at all!He lowered his head, and saw most of his vines were buried in the soil, and that damp and sticky feeling immediately invaded his whole body.

???

Who buried him in this filthy soil? !

He was born and raised in water, and what he hates the most in his life is soil!

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