Chapter 148 Under the Grape Arbor

Three years later, one afternoon in early autumn.

Daliang Shen Xiuming squatted on the ground, squinting at the rows of golden flowers, with a joyful smile on his tanned cheeks. He liked these neat, beautiful and delicate plants, and there was even a hint of it in his eyes. Respect, because he knows that they are very precious and are important materials for refining elixirs.

"If you look at it this way, they're not going to grow any faster."

A familiar voice came from behind. Shen Xiuming did not stand up immediately. Instead, he pointed to the small flowers he took care of and said proudly: "Three Nights of Fragrance, the time is coming. They will emit a strong fragrance for three consecutive nights, and then When it turns from yellow to red, it is considered mature. Taoist priests call it Jade Girl Shuanghua. With such a nice name, why would you want to crush it into medicine? "

"You are also a Taoist priest."

Shen Xiuming stood up and took off his straw hat, revealing an ordinary bun tied with a string on top of his head. "Look, I don't even need a hairpin. It's too much in the way when I'm working. I'm a flower farmer, not a Taoist priest."

The smile on his face showed that Shen Xiuming was not ashamed of being a flower farmer, on the contrary, he was very happy.

"Let's sit over there for a while."

There are two thatched huts not far from the flower field. In front of the house there is a grape rack and a deep well. Shen Xiuming took out two simple rattan lounge chairs from the house and placed them in the shade. He walked to the well and pulled out a basket of grapes that had been soaked for half a day. After the water was almost filtered, he placed them in the middle of the lounge chairs, and then sat down comfortably. He sat down and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"In about ten days, the Sanyexiang will release its aroma and the grapes will be ripe. They are still a little sour, but they are edible."

Mu Xingqiu sat on another lounge chair, picked up a bunch of grapes, raised them high, opened his mouth to bite them, and said vaguely: "I like sour ones."

Shen Xiuming picked and ate them one by one and said with a smile, "That's right. You've been like this since you were a child."

Shen Xiuming soon had enough, and started introducing various flowers and plants from San Yexiang, "There are at least ninety large and small gardens scattered around Pangshan, planting hundreds of exotic flowers and plants. I am here. The smallest one. Flowers and plants have huge differences in temperament. For example, this three-night fragrance cannot withstand even a little bit of magic power and can only grow in a natural environment with four distinct seasons. There is also blue alfalfa, which cannot withstand magic power. Jintail Ma lives in Pangshan. In the valley created by the Taoist priest's magic, if you don't eat some blue alfalfa every day, your fur will be damaged..."

Mu Xingqiu nodded while eating grapes, almost finishing the entire basket. Shen Xiuming shook his head with a smile. "Fortunately, I'm prepared."

Shen Xiuming got up and came to the well.

Pulling another string, "Although they are ordinary grapes, they taste good. You can bring some back to Ancestor Peak later. Give them to Fangfang and Shen Hao to try. Why didn't Baldy come with you? Isn't he... Oh my god!"

Shen Xiuming screamed and almost threw the basket back into the well.

There was actually a wet head standing on the grape, grinning at him. Shen Xiuming raised his hand to hit it, and the head flew up, shouting happily: "I'm scared! I'm scared!"

Shen Xiuming also smiled. Warning the heads flying around: "Don't touch my flowers, or I'll end up with you." Carrying the basket, he walked back to the grape trellis, fell on the lounge chair, exhaled, pointed at his good friend, "You are so bad. . You didn’t remind me. If it were anyone else, I would be scared to death.”

"I come here once a month, and the bald man comes every time. Aren't you used to it?" Mu Xingqiu said with a smile, and picked up another bunch of grapes. He has never had any special preferences for food, but he can't get enough of the fruits grown by Shen Xiuming.

"Haha, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat." Shen Xiuming had already eaten enough. "You have been to Laozu Peak for more than three years, right?"

"Three years and four months." Xiaoqiu clapped her hands, finally feeling a little satisfied.

"How is everyone's practice?" Shen Xiuming would ask the same question every time he met. He had clear limits on what he meant by "everyone".

"Shen Hao is still inhaling at the third level, Guan Jinwu is at the first level, Fangfang reached the sixth level half a month ago, and Zuo Liuying still feels slow and makes sarcastic remarks every day."

"Sixth level of inhalation, my God." Shen Xiuming couldn't believe his ears, "Fangfang... What kind of freak is Zuo Liuying to be picky about such a practice? You Well, there should be some progress, right?"

"Fourth level." Mu Xingqiu shrugged, not satisfied with this result.

Shen Xiuming was not satisfied either and said seriously: "Brother Xiaoqiu, you have to work hard and don't let Fangfang fall too far behind."

Fangfang possesses the Spiritual Bone Dao Root. Once she condenses the pill, she will progress so fast that ordinary Dao Root disciples cannot catch up. However, Mu Xingqiu has never revealed this to anyone, so he said with a smile: "I will try my best." Yes, just wait and see, maybe I will reach the Dinxia realm first."

"You can definitely do it." Shen Xiuming clenched his fists. He had full confidence in his good friend.

"What's new in Zhiyong?"

Mu Xingqiu had already heard about this.

Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao, who were practicing together at the Zhiyong Institute back then, succeeded in condensing elixirs one after another, but Zhou Ping and the other three gave up. After staying at the Zhiyong Institute for a few more years, they finally decided to return home and join the army. Xin Youtao introduced them to his sister, and the three of them would find good positions in the Xuanfu Army.

"That's a good thing."

"Well, Zhou Ping and the others have already opened up three fields. I heard that such people are very popular with the Xuanfu Army. Our Mu Feihuang and Zhao Dayi from Yelin Town plan to join the army in two years. They regret that they did not have a good relationship with the prince. Every time Every time I meet, I ask for your help.”

The friends in Yelin Town are already eighteen or nineteen years old, and Daliang is twenty years old. I don’t know when it started, but everyone stopped calling each other by nicknames. Only Daliang still uses the name "Little Qiu Ge".

In the past three years, the people in Yelin Town have also found their own places to go. Guan Jinwu was selected by the Mingjing Department after being raised for a year. The other three came to Zhiyong Office. Mu Feihuang and Zhao Dayi are interested in joining the army. There is also Shen Tongyou, who is quite interested in welcoming and seeing off. Shen Hao is helping him to smooth the relationship and hopes to send him outside the mountain to be a Taoist priest who knows guests.

"Xin Youtao will help them." Mu Xingqiu said affirmatively. Going back a few years ago, he would never have thought that he would have such a great influence on the prince of Xijie Kingdom.

"Is Xin Youtao still practicing?" Shen Xiuming asked with a frown. He had no intention of joining the army. He just wanted to grow flowers in Pangshan, so he still had a bad impression of the prince.

"Of course, the head of the Discipline Department was surprised that he was in the third level of breathing."

Xin Youtao was selected by the Fulu Department in the Patriarch Tower. But Pangshan Daoism did not have this department, and he did not want to transfer to other Daoism, so he went to the Discipline Department.

"Shen Hao must be unhappy that he was caught up by him."

"They have never been in contact."

The two chatted while eating grapes. There were not many new topics, just asking each other about the recent situation of acquaintances. Shen Xiuming learned that Xiao Qingtao had also reached the third level of breathing in the Five Elements Department, and he couldn't help but sigh. There were some things he didn't want to mention, but they always lingered in his heart. "What if Erliang... Oh, what do you want to do with him?"

The bald man flew around in the fields in the distance chasing insects and birds. Mu Xingqiu looked at him, and he was also thinking about Erliang Shen Xiuwei, "Have you heard about Shen Geng in Yangshen Peak?"

Shen Geng ended his reflection more than a year ago. He was taken directly to Yangshen Peak by his mother Yang Baozhen. He was rarely heard of on Laozu Peak, and the news from Zhiyong Institute was more informed.

"Last month, a disciple from Yangshen Peak came. He said that Shen Geng was still so withdrawn and never interacted with anyone, and... he still refused to treat his eyes and just let the wound remain."

Shen Geng's eyes were damaged by Mu Xingqiu. It is easy to cure, but he refused to accept treatment. It is said that his eyes are full of bloodshot, which is very scary. He closes his eyes most of the time, but moves freely. He never bumps into anything.

Shen Geng and Mu Xingqiu hate each other. This is a semi-open secret in Pangshan. Almost everyone knows it, but few people talk about it publicly.

The bald man flew back, his hair was covered with spider webs, dust and straw sticks. He jumped directly into the well to give himself a bath. Shen Xiuming could only shake his head, "I have to pour out several buckets of water again."

Mu Xingqiu smiled, and seeing that the time was almost up, he said: "I will go on a long journey in a few days, and I may not be able to see you for a while."

"Where are you going?" Shen Xiuming asked in surprise.

"I'm going to refine my own magic weapon."

"Didn't Lao Zufeng give you one?"

Mu Xingqiu carried a magic sword on his back. Most disciples could only get ordinary auxiliary magic weapons after condensing the elixir. They had to find ways to refine the main magic weapons such as swords, rulers, and ruyi by themselves. Grandmaster Ning Qiwei personally made an exception and gave him this magic sword.

The magic sword is an old item. The mark of the original owner has been washed off. Mu Xingqiu still doesn't use it very well, but this is enough to make ordinary disciples envious.

Ning Qiwei's favor has a reason. The demon clan has set their sights on Mu Xingqiu's true illusion and regards it as a demon king. Even within the sphere of influence of Pangshan Daoism, he must have the skills to protect himself and escape.

Mu Xingqiu stood up, "I will refine a better magic weapon. I already have a lot of materials."

"You must use those gold and silver souls."

"That's your stuff."

"No, they belong to Erliang. One day, you will use this magic weapon to defeat Shen Geng. Let Erliang make some contributions here."

Mu Xingqiu nodded, cast a spell to summon the magic sword, stepped on it and floated in the air, "No matter what happens, wait until I come back."

Shen Xiuming smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he would not cause trouble.

Mu Xingqiu called out the bald man, and flew to the Old Ancestor Peak together. On the way, he passed by the Horse Herding Valley and said hello to the family of three of the red horse.

Flying is not allowed in the courtyard, so Mu Xingqiu landed and walked, while the bald man obediently got into a cloth bag. Even here, a lonely head would still cause unnecessary trouble from time to time.

My mother Yang Qingyin was standing outside the tower waiting for him. She had tied her hair up, put on a long hairpin, and wore a standard Taoist robe, but her expression was still as arrogant as before, as if she would fight anyone who dared to look at her for a second longer.

"Have you heard?" Yang Qingyin asked without any context.

"What? I just came back"

"Your application for refining equipment was rejected. It seems that Ning Qiwei doesn't want you to leave Pangshan even a step."

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