My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

Under the moonlight, the slender shadow cast on the window sill twisted left and right.The rattan was holding on to the mud, trying hard to pull out the rattan body.

However, Ronghuai was worried that the mud would be too loose, the vines would be blown down by the wind, and he was afraid that the vines would not be able to absorb the spiritual energy better, so he deliberately compacted the soil.

After tossing and tossing for a while, my body didn't come out, and the strength I had finally accumulated was completely exhausted again.

The rattan softened, and fell into the basin dejectedly, with no cultivation at all, wounded all over, and was pressed in the wet and greasy soil, and it was unknown when it would take shape.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get, and the more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

The rattan shook off the unsightly branch next to it.

After slowing down for a while, Chongjin absorbed the spiritual energy again, and regained a little strength, and looked around at his position by the moonlight.

Although he hates dirty mud, Chongjin is not a wolf-hearted grass.A steady stream of spiritual energy came from the vine buried in the mud, and it was obvious that there were spiritual stones underneath.Not only that, this jade basin is also gathering spirit energy all the time.

These auras are recuperating his mutilated body due to self-explosion, and the person who has done something is lying on a bed not far away to rest.

There was light passing through the unclosed casement, directly falling on the man, and even the cold moonlight became gentle.

Beautiful things are always pleasing to the eye.

What's more, this person is like a lake in spring, born to be quiet and gentle, even if he is asleep, his warm eyebrows and eyes are still smiling.Soothing and peaceful temperament, just one glance, no matter how much restlessness and violence can't help but dissipate completely.

He looks like a dog.

Chongjin, who has always been picky, looked at the man's exposed hand again, which was tightly attached to the joints, and the gloves that had made him shriveled during the day were still not taken off.

The aura of the glove was dim, and it glowed faintly under the moonlight. Although he didn't understand the magic weapons of monks, he also knew that it was not an ordinary thing.

Soon, Chongjin discovered something strange about this man.

The aura around this person is dead, completely different from the aura flowing in the body of a normal monk due to breathing.

In other words, this person has no aura.

The spiritual energy felt during the day did not come from this person, but from the magic weapon worn on him.

Now the world of cultivation is in its heyday, with a strong aura, no matter how bad the aptitude is, as long as it is not dead, no matter how bad it is, it can attract the aura into the body.

So, this person has no spiritual roots at all, and is a monk who cannot cultivate?

Just like whether a plant is a spiritual plant or not, whether a person can cultivate or not can be seen only by his appearance.No matter how good-looking a layman is, they are only mediocre in the world of cultivation.

The idiot who planted him in the mud in front of him has a transparent physique and an impressive temperament. No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a layman without spiritual roots.

Headache.

After waking up for a while, my body couldn't take it anymore.Without thinking too much, Chong Jin fell into a drowsy sleep again.

The sun is rising.

Rong Huai got up early as usual, and the morning glow in the sky was dazzling.The first thing he does every day is to move his grass outside to bask in the sun.

Although there are only two pots, it does not affect his enthusiasm at all.

When he came to the window, he found that compared with yesterday's half-dead appearance, today's wisteria was visibly more energetic. The purple leaves that used to be weak now stretched straight, and even the branches supporting the wisteria were gone.

Putting the two pots on the stone table under the tree, Rong Huai took water from the spiritual spring in the back mountain.The spring water in the early morning was so clear and freezing, Rong Huai did not pour it in a hurry, looked at the still wet soil, and put the Lingquan on the stone table together.Then he looked at the scriptures he hadn't read yesterday.

"Big Brother."

"Big Brother~"

As soon as the younger brother and the others came, it became lively instantly.

"Eldest senior brother." Eleventh junior brother ran to the stone table and smiled happily: "Give it to you!"

Like an illusion, Xiao Shiyi conjured a bunch of wood-carved grass from behind.I don't know how he carved it out, it was obviously stiff wood, but after Xiao Shiyi's hands, the grass body is soft, the meridians and leaves are lifelike, and they even sway gently in the breeze.

"Thank you." Rong Huai took it with a smile.

"Brother, this is the spiritual plant you brought back yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

"Why do you feel more energetic than yesterday?"

Rong Huai rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but hook the wisteria with his hand: "Yes."

hiss!

"Are you more energetic?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it as if they had seen a ghost, and they swarmed around Wisteria.

"It's really energetic, and the aura has stabilized a lot."

"This is alive."

"It was alive!"

Why do you feel so mysterious?

Until they saw the elixir with drooping leaves and a dull color next to the wisteria.

Ok.

The elder brother is indeed their elder brother, so it should be only this spiritual plant that is wrong!

"The spiritual plant is okay, but this elixir seems to be dying soon." Mu Rongrong showed worry in his eyes, and sent them a voice transmission privately.

Eldest brother has no cultivation base, they whispered openly in front of elder brother, and they were not afraid that elder brother would hear them.

"Is this Lingzhi really alive?!"

"Probably, it's just a flashback."

"Come and see tomorrow."

"By the way, take the elixir."

"Row."

"Rongrong?"

"No, no, I just asked for the Emerald Emerald Jade yesterday."

In the end, Junior Brother Eleven, who had just given away Rong Huai's things, asked for the elixir.

So there was only a single pot left in Ronghuai's courtyard again, Ronghuai couldn't help but gently touched the wisteria under the golden sun, but it was a pity that the wisteria didn't take the initiative to entangle it this time.

Withdrawing his hand, Rong Huai picked up the unfinished scripture next to him and continued to read.

Lingyumen is located in a remote place, located in the southern region where spiritual energy is scarce.

On this day, at the edge of the Southern Territory, where there are the least number of monks and the thinnest aura, several monks ranging from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core were welcomed.

They were all dressed in uniform, and they were clearly from the same faction.

Among them, the person who is the leader of the middle stage of Jindan holds a compass in his hand and carefully watches the pointer on it.

The entourage next to him said: "Ten elders, the aura here is poor, and it seems that it is difficult to find a suitable place to raise monsters."

"Although they are just useless monsters, it's a pity to throw them away, but if you really want to raise them. There is too little spiritual energy here, and the more you raise them, the more useless they will become."

The tenth elder frowned and continued to fly forward without saying a word.

Suddenly, the compass, which had been motionless, turned vigorously.

"This..." The person who was muttering just now widened his eyes in disbelief: "Ling, aura?!"

How rich is the aura to make the compass turn so powerfully? !

The tenth elder hurriedly flew in the direction pointed by the pointer, and the people behind him followed closely.

After flying for tens of miles, and over the mountains, there is a place where cranes gather hidden in the mountains.The aura is rich, and the elixir is endless, like a paradise, a fairyland on earth.

This time, everyone including the ten elders were stunned.

This is simply several times more aura than the place where their sect lord lives. For a moment, it seems that they are not in the southern region, but in the middle region where the most powerful and spiritual veins accumulate!

They are very sure that there must be a high-grade spirit vein buried below it that is not lower than the second rank!

A group of people descended along the trend, and at the dividing line between thin and rich aura, stood a stone tablet covered by weeds.

The disciples in the foundation building stage squatted down, brushed away the weeds, and faintly read on the moss-covered stone tablet: "Spirit, jade, door."

"It turned out to be a land with an owner, but Lingyumen, why does this name sound familiar to me?"

The ten elders stroked their beards and looked all the way through their cloudy eyes. Such ample aura is really rare, and it is impossible not to be moved.

"Why don't we go and have a look?" For so many years, Luo Chengmen is a branch of the Central Territory Dazong, and it is also one of the few Dazong in the Southern Territory. All powerful sects in the Southern Territory have close contacts with them.

Among the sects, if one visits without invitation, the plenum will be regarded as a provocation, ranging from expulsion, to direct fighting between the two sects.This proposal obviously did not take Lingyumen seriously.

The tenth elder has lived for a long time, and his mind has always been meticulous and cautious. He said: "Don't be in a hurry, go back and find out what this Lingyumen is about."

A group of people came and went quickly.

After reading the scriptures, Rong Huai realized that it was already noon before he knew it, and the warm sun fell on his body, which was very comfortable. He touched the spiritual spring that came in the morning.

It's warm, not so cold.

Looking at the gathering pot on the stone table, the soil under the wisteria has also dried up.

Well, just right.

Chong Jin, who had absorbed the spiritual energy, also woke up for a while. He suffered a disadvantage last night and knew that he would not be able to get out of the mud for a short time.So I endured the discomfort and basked in the sun, which I also didn't like very much, just waiting for the mud in the basin to dry, so that I could feel more comfortable.

I endured it all morning, sometimes glanced at the scriptures that the person next to me was reading, sometimes took a nap, and occasionally the breeze blew by, bringing the unique and pleasant fragrance of this person.

Finally, when the mud in the basin dries up, I finally get rid of the sticky and disgusting feeling.

Suddenly, there was a shadow blocking his head, and the sleeve robe caressed.

Chongjin: What are you doing?

Before he could react, the sun-warmed water poured down his head and face, and after drenching him, he was completely immersed in the soil.

The instigator bent his good-looking eyes: "I won't do it now."

Chongjin: "???"

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