"There is spiritual water in the bucket! However, it seems to be thinner than what Zhang Shaobai gave to the fairy at the beginning." Yang Que stretched out his finger and dipped it in the clear water in the wooden bucket, a little surprised.

He only knew that spiritual water could relieve the evil spirit in the body of the fairy monster, but he didn't expect that it could be used to water spiritual medicine.

"Junior Sister Yang, where did you pick these spiritual waters from?" Yang Que couldn't help asking.

While watering the elixir, Yang Xiaohua threw her eyes on her face: "Lugufeng Julingtan, Senior Brother Yang, do you want to accompany me to fetch water next time?"

Yang Que laughed dryly, pretending not to hear, and lowered his head to water a few spiritual medicines.

"Junior Sister Yang, can't these spiritual medicines be watered with ordinary water? Why do you have to use spiritual water?" After a moment, Yang Que spoke again.

Yang Xiaohua sneered: "Senior brother is so stupid. This is a spiritual medicine, not an ordinary flower and plant. If it is watered with ordinary water, it may be in which year it will mature."

Yang Que's heart moved and said, "What junior sister means is that if you use spiritual water to irrigate these spiritual medicines, will they mature faster?"

Yang Xiaohua said: "Of course, it is at least decades faster than watering with ordinary water."

"Oh." Yang Que's eyes lit up and he nodded, "So that's how it is."

Looking at the spiritual medicines in the garden and the spiritual water in the wooden barrel, a bold thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Since these spiritual waters can speed up the maturity of the spiritual medicines, what about the spiritual water on his body? A golden flower is integrated into it, which is ten thousand times more intense than the energy contained in this bucket of spiritual water. Will it be better?

Yang Que's face was calm, but a wave appeared in his heart. The use of golden flowers seemed to become more and more confusing.

"Senior Brother Yang, why are you stupid? Why don't you help me water it?" While he was thinking secretly, Yang Xiaohua walked over with a wooden barrel.

"Oh." Yang Que came to his senses and quickly started watering.

After the entire garden was filled with some spiritual water, the two wooden barrels were completely empty.

Yang Xiaohua was not in a hurry to leave, and sat next to Yang Que and chatted.

Only then did Yang Que realize that she was a disciple of Xieyun Peak. Because of her mistake, she was punished to do things here. There were female disciples on Xieyun Peak, and there were almost no men. Many female disciples were so anxious that she finally came out this time that she naturally became excited when she saw the opposite sex.

Yang Que was fascinated by the hearing and smiled, "Junior Sister Yang, are there any... beautiful people on your Xieyun Peak who especially miss men?"

Yang Xiaohua grinned, raised her fat finger and pointed at her nose, and said proudly: "I am, you are talking about me."

"Ha..." Yang Que's mouth twitched and he said carefully, "Is there anyone else besides you, junior sister?"

Yang Xiaohua frowned and thought about it for a while. She said, "No, there are so many people who think of men, but I am the only one who can be called beautiful."

"Oh." Yang nodded in a bad mood, thinking it was true.

"Senior Sister Yang, please introduce some junior sisters who are not beautiful to me." Yang Que said.

...

In the evening, Zhang Er returned drunk, glanced at the garden full of spiritual medicine, waved his hand, and asked Yang Que to leave.

Yang Que did not delay. He returned to Lingyun Peak, took the broom and entered the cell to clean it. It was not until midnight that he was busy.

He did not go back to the cave and slept with Hu Xiaorou in the prison room. Since he could not find a woman for the time being, he could only seize the time to let Hu Xiaorou practice. Only when she breaks through can he continue to practice with her body.

Of course, during these days, he will also try to find a woman. After all, the annual test is approaching day by day, but his cultivation has stagnated. Only by finding another woman can he have great hope of making great progress.

"Yang Que, if it really doesn't work, you go out and plunder the disciples of other sects with slightly lower cultivation. Anyway, you are from the Demon Sect, so you don't have any psychological burden to do these things." Hu Xiaorou gave him an idea.

Yang Que shook his head and said, "I am not strong enough now, I am afraid that if I encounter a cruel person, I will even have to take my life."

Hu Xiaoju said: "Or, you just close your eyes and sleep with the little flower?"

Yang Que's face changed slightly: "You can't talk nonsense."

Hu Xiaorou smiled and closed her mouth.

As the days are calm and flow slowly, the days of the New Year exam are getting closer and closer, and Yang Que's heart is getting more and more anxious.

That night, after Yang Que cleaned the cell, he was discussing countermeasures with Hu Xiaorou in her cell. Outside the cell, Zhou Meiqi appeared in a charming red dress.

"Senior Sister Zhou, inside..." The guard disciple was about to remind her that there was someone in the cell, but saw Zhou Meiqi waved her hand and went straight in.

"My friend Yang, someone is coming in." The three-eyed scholar immediately sent a message to Yang Que.

Yang Que was shocked, put on his clothes and left the prison room, just as he saw Zhou Meiqi walking in.

"Senior Sister Zhou, why are you here?" Yang Que stepped forward and said.

Zhou Meiqi smiled charmingly and said, "Junior Brother Yang, are you still cleaning the cell? Forget it tonight, go back and rest. I still have some things to do here."

Yang Que was puzzled, but he didn't ask much, nodded and left the cell.

After he left, a cold light appeared in Zhou Meiqi's eyes and she went straight into the second prison room.

"Fellow donkey, you can hold on. You are not dead yet." As soon as Zhou Meiqi entered, her eyes looked at the dying donkey monster in the corner.

Although the donkey monster had nothing to do, for the sake of Yang Que and his own safety, it still pretended to be listless and was about to die.

"You...why are you here to do? I can't do it anymore. Could it be that you won't let me go..." Its eyes were filled with despair and anger, and it also deliberately emitted a lifeless aura.

Zhou Meiqi's lips curled up slightly, stared at it for a few minutes, and took out a jade bottle and threw it over: "There is some spiritual water inside. Take it well. In three days, I will come to Caiyang again. If you die, then I will refine your body and soul so that you will never be reborn."

"You..." The donkey demon trembled, shocked and angry.

"So, you'd better be alive." Zhou Meiqi sneered, stopped talking nonsense, closed the prison door, turned around and left.

After she left the prison, the fear on the donkey monster's face gradually disappeared, and the light of hatred appeared in its eyes, but it was a little hesitant.

Suddenly, a voice came from my ears: "Fellow Daoist, donkey, donkey, don't worry, I will teach you a way to not only resolve your crisis, but also help you repay your kindness."

"Who?" The donkey monster was suddenly shocked and looked around. The prison rooms were blocked from each other, and the fairies did not recognize each other, so naturally they did not know the three-eyed scholar.

The voice did not answer, but directly said a way to help it.

After a long time, the donkey demon suddenly became overjoyed and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Since she wants my life, I will make her regret it!"
Chapter completed!