My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

Rong Huai looked at the wisteria wrapped in a square scarf in his hand.

Waited for a few breaths.

He put the square scarf and rattan back on the table.

When Wisteria just relaxed a little, she was picked up again unexpectedly, and Wisteria hurriedly wrapped the scarf tightly.

Chong Jin glared at Rong Huai.

To tease him? !

I saw the latter carrying him, all the way to the window, to the top of the spirit pot covered with fresh mud.

Chongjin:?

Really want to bury? !

Looking at the spirit pot at the bottom of the feet, the square scarf on the cane is tighter than ever.Heh, if you have the ability to bury him and this thing in the soil.

Facts have proved that Rong Huai really dared.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the Spirit Gathering Pot, just as the end of the scarf was about to touch the soil, the scarf on the rattan could not wait to be tangled into a ball and hit Rong Huai's face.

Move the hanging vine, remove the spirit gathering pot, and put it on the window sill beside the pot.

Chongjin: Huh?

The cold moonlight reflected Rong Huai's slightly thin body, his brows were peaceful and soft.After putting the wisteria away, he didn't take off the scarf, but turned around to get another silk cloth.

This silk cloth is made of high-quality materials, and the texture is soft and comfortable.

When Chong Jin didn't know what this man was going to do, Rong Huai unfolded the silk, and wrapped it carefully with the square scarf wrapped in rattan belt, like a child wrapping a quilt.

"Although I don't know if you Lingzhi know the warmth, but it's windy and cold at night, so it's better to be careful."

After wrapping it up, I thought it was over, but Rong Huai fetched another spirit stone and put it next to the wisteria.

After doing all this, Rong Huai left to rest.

As soon as Rong Huai fell asleep, the whole room fell silent instantly.

Chong Jin, who didn't talk to Rong Huai much, heard the smooth and even breathing, and confirmed that Rong Huai was indeed asleep.The wisteria, which had not moved all this time, moved slightly, and the tip of the vine easily entangled with the spirit stone.

Rich spiritual energy came continuously from the place where the spirit stone touched, and not long after, the spirit stone that had been drained of spiritual energy clicked and split from it.

Gathering up some more strength, the wisteria poked out its vines from the scarf, and the spirit pot was placed next to him, and it was easy to reach with only a small stretch.

Wisteria pushed hard, then pushed again, and the spirit gathering pot fell down, and the loose soil inside spilled all over the table.

Let's see if you still plant it!

After overturning the pot, Wisteria shrank back contentedly.

On the second day, the morning breeze was cool.

In order to prevent this idiot from forcing himself into a pot without anyone noticing when he was drowsy, Chong Jin forced himself to stay awake.

Waking up at the same time as usual, when the sun was rising, Chongjin could hear movement from the bed inside.After a while, the person with the skirts closed to the top came to the window.

I thought Rong Huai would be surprised when he saw the overturned spirit gathering basin.

Unexpectedly, Rong Huai just glanced at it briefly, and didn't care about the troubles caused by the wisteria at all. With a smile on his lips, he cleaned up the window sill, and then took out the spirit stone that was placed next to the wisteria before going to bed last night.

The spirit stone has been cracked, and the aura inside has long since disappeared.

Rong Huai touched the wisteria lightly, and said with a smile: "Last night, I guessed that you don't like being in the mud. I didn't expect that not only you don't like it, but you hate it so much that even the pots filled with mud are an eyesore."

"I just thought you didn't like watering before, but now it seems that I didn't think well."

Putting the empty spirit gathering basin back on the window sill, Rong Huai took out another spirit stone, bent down, and handed it to Wisteria: "Do you still need a spirit stone?"

The voice mingled in the morning wind.

The wisteria inside the silk was motionless.

Rong Huai bent his eyes, without any impatience, and waited quietly.

Another ten breaths of silence.

Finally, the inside of the silk cloth moved slightly, like a snail's tentacles, and the wisteria protruded from it, entangled the spirit stone in Rong Huai's hand.

The spirit stone in his hand was taken away by the wisteria, Rong Huai did not withdraw his hand, but moved a little closer to the wisteria, spread out his palm, the gloved palm was delicate and white: "Now there is no pot, do you want to come up?"

The wisteria wrapped around the spirit stone was stunned.

The room fell silent again.

The person in front of him seemed never to be tired, and always had endless patience, his eyes were always bright like a green lake in spring, and Chongjin felt irritable when he saw it.

Short-handed, soft-mouthed.

Finally, for the third time and the first time, the wisteria entwined with the spirit stone retracted its barbs and entangled Rong Huai's index finger.

Rong Huai took the wisteria with him, but he didn't hold it in his hand, because he found that the little vine was tense again.He politely grabbed the side of the wisteria, helped to hold the falling spirit stone, and placed it on his shoulder.

Obviously this hard-to-raise wisteria is very satisfied with this position. When Rong Huai let go of his hand, the wisteria had already relaxed, and even took the initiative to hook up his clothes, moved his body, and found a more comfortable position, and then Unceremoniously put the spirit stone on Rong Huai's shoulder to save effort.

Rong Huai, who had been keeping Xiao Teng's movements in his eyes, smiled, the plant was very spiritual, and he didn't feel that he had planted a serious plant at the beginning, but looking at it now, it was really no different from those little monsters.

The shelter of the wisteria was moved from the pot to Rong Huai's shoulders. In the past, the first thing he did when he woke up was to move his grass outside to bask in the sun, and then Rong Huai, who went to the back mountain to get water from the spiritual spring, suddenly lost a lot of things .

Sitting on the stone bench, Rong Huai fetched the scriptures and read them aloud again.

Now that the heavy brocade was on Rong Huai's shoulder, the voice became clearer, but it didn't feel loud, the wisteria silently wrapped around the Lingshi, and quietly listened to the pleasant voice that came slowly.

If at the beginning Chongjin doubted whether this person used a magic weapon to hide his cultivation, now he has completely believed that this person really does not have spiritual roots and cannot cultivate.

Not to mention that Rong Huai didn't have any aura on his body, the only magic weapons on his body were the jade flute on his waist and the gloves on his hands.Judging from the few days we spent together, from early morning to dusk, what Rong Huai did most was to water him and read scriptures.

Don't talk about cultivation, I haven't even meditated once.

The sound of chanting was soothing and pleasant. After listening to it for a while, Chong Jin couldn't help feeling drowsy.Just as he was about to fall asleep, a group of familiar noises came.

"Xiao Huai!"

"Big Brother~"

……

Eleven people must come here every day no matter the wind or rain, Chongjin has long been used to it.

As soon as these people came, the whole yard became noisy and noisy, which completely dispelled Chongjin's original drowsiness.

It's as strange as Rong Huai's.

The 11 people in front of me, if it wasn’t for Chongjin who could detect the aura fluctuations in them, they would only eat, drink and have fun all day long, and never discussed cultivation when they got together. The most talked about was which shop in town had the best snacks Eat, which family gave birth to a child again, and which family is arguing about dividing the land, it's just those ordinary people who love to gossip.

"Hey, big brother, what are you?"

Someone spotted the wisteria on Rong Huai's shoulder with sharp eyes.

"Dead?" Someone said via voice transmission.

"He's not dead, he's holding the Lingshi!" Eleventh Junior Brother snapped back, "Your Elder Brother is well-raised."

"How did you get it on your shoulders? Is this an ornament?"

Naturally, Rong Huai didn't hear the sound transmission, and when a junior asked about wisteria, Rong Huai smiled and said, "It doesn't like mud, so it put it on my shoulder."

"Can Lingzhi still be raised like this?" Mu Rongrong asked in a low voice.

"It's possible." Chu Mo, who was lazily leaning against the tree next to him, took a sip of wine, then glanced at the wisteria on Rong Huai's shoulder, and said, "The higher the cultivation level of this vine, the more branched it will be." Many. After reaching a certain level, even if there is only one root system left, it can still survive with enough spiritual energy."

"Wow, Master, isn't that equivalent to a lot of lives?"

Chu Mo sneered: "For the loss of cultivation, are you really a life-saving talisman?"

"Then master, what is the original cultivation level of this wisteria?"

Hearing this, Chong Jin followed Rong Huai and couldn't help looking at Chu Mo, who was carrying a drink, couldn't stand upright, couldn't sit upright, and didn't look upright.

Chu Mo frowned and pondered: "Well, this one is hard to guess. It depends on how badly it is injured. If only this one root is left and can still have the current level or two of cultivation, it must be crossing the catastrophe no matter what."

Chong Jin, who had guessed his cultivation level, was taken aback.

"Then can't it understand our words, and also eat and sleep with the senior brother, and be alone every day?" The eleventh junior brother spoke sharply.

Chongjin:? ? ?

Eleven pairs of eyes immediately locked onto the heavy brocade on his shoulders.

"But this is the Southern Territory. In places like the Southern Territory, there is no spiritual planting during the tribulation period."

"Oh."

Looking away, they chatted with Rong Huai for a while, and then left after a while.

As soon as Master and the others left, the whole courtyard immediately fell silent.Rong Huai glanced at the wisteria on his shoulder, and then at the now empty spirit pot on the window sill.

He said, "How about finding a companion for you?"

Chongjin: What?What companion?

Just doing what he said, Rong Huai put away the scriptures, happily carried the bamboo basket on his back, took the medicine hoe, and went down the mountain with the wisteria to find the elixir.

At the same time, the ten elders of Luo Chengmen brought spirit stones and elixir, a dozen accompanying disciples, and Luo Yang, the young patriarch of Luo Chengmen who came to see the terrain in advance. Come here.

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