Twenty young students, along with twice as many servants, and more than a dozen singers, walked out of the capital in dozens of big cars and sang and danced all the way.

Qin Di sat alone in the carriage, facing the spring breeze, facing the rising sun, watching the peach and plum blossoms bloom and bees flying around, feeling relaxed and unspeakable comfort.

At this time, there was no longer a feeling of anxiety in his heart, everything was so natural.

It is spring now, all things grow, grass is as soft as shade, and green trees are as covers. Everything is so beautiful.

The word spring is also called "六" in the middle, with the upper part budding and rooting below, which is the image of plants and trees breaking through the ground. Therefore, the five elements of spring belong to wood, which is the best time to practice wood-based exercises.

Although it is only in the mortal world and does not have rich spiritual energy, as long as there are green trees and grass, the innate wood spiritual energy will be emitted.

Qin Di sat quietly, his eyes half-closed and his nose kept inflating, slowly absorbing the surrounding wood spiritual energy. He felt that although these wood spiritual energy was very thin, it contained vitality, which was more lively than the cave world and seemed to be more spiritual.

From time to time, I heard laughter from Hanlin traveling with me, and it seemed that someone had written another poem.

Then the singer let go of her voice and sang it in a wonderful voice.

Songs one after another, and the hearts of the people who were accompanying him were about to fly.

Someone shouted loudly: "Remember it, write it down! This poem is wonderful! It should be printed into a book and distributed throughout the world!"

About an hour later, someone came to Qin Di's carriage and asked, "Mr. He Zhu, it's time for you to write a poem!"

Qin Di smiled and shook his head: "I have a shallow knowledge, so where can I write poetry?"

The visitor shouted, "That won't work. Everyone has to take turns. If you don't write, you will not be able to continue the activity."

"Is it really necessary to write? Can't I not write?"

"Must write! Everyone is waiting!"

"But I really can't write it!"

"Just recite a few words and join in the fun."

"Will it be recorded and lose our face in the Southwest Region?"

"This... I'm not sure, so Mr. He Zhu, you should show your true skills."

Qin Di really couldn't push it over, so he changed his mind and decided to copy a poem to deal with the official business. So he recited in a deep voice: "Why is the spring day slow? The east wind blows the purple myrtle. Every sentence of the Zigui is sad, the willows are hated. God has no news, and the immortal whirls are gone. The water is longer and the sky is farther away, and the steps are like lovesickness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard several people exclaiming: "What a good poem! Mr. He Zhu, your poem has both the elegance of traveling to the fairy and the feelings of children. It should be composed and sung, recorded and published in the world!"

Qin Di responded casually, and soon a singer sang it.

Everyone cheered: "I didn't expect that there were such talents in the Southwest Region. Mr. He Zhu is amazing!"

Qin Di just smiled, got up and bowed to everyone, then sat down, and continued to slowly absorb the lively wooden aura in the air.

When they arrived in the wilderness, everyone set up tents on the wilderness, lit a bonfire, and continued singing and reciting poems.

Qin Di neither recited poetry nor sang harmony. He simply took the job of barbecue from his servants, grabbed the low-level spiritual herbs and sprinkled it on it. Suddenly, a special fragrance filled the air, seducing all the people who recited poetry.

"Huh? Mr. He Zhu can still barbecue?"

"What spice are you sprinkling? Why have I never smelled it?"

Qin Di smiled and said, "This is a kind of 'spiritual herb' in my hometown. It doesn't bring much, so I'll give you a taste."

"This taste is so fragrant, well, I can't help it anymore. When will it be baked?"

"It's almost done! It'll be done soon!"

After a while, a piece of beef weighing five pounds was baked and immediately snatched away by everyone.

These scholars also forgot to maintain their elegant image, and even the hats were snatched wrongly when they fought.

After eating the piece, the people became even more crazy, staring around the stove and waiting for the second piece to come out.

Fortunately, Qin Di baked it very quickly, and it took thirty or forty kilograms in a short while.

It doesn't take too long to barbecue. As long as the internal temperature remains 110 degrees, it will be fine in one minute. The beef with a little blood is more tender and delicious.

After eating, these people became very excited. They sang and recited poems for the middle of the night, and finally went to rest with their favorite singer.

Qin Di didn't want to hear the noisy and pleasant sounds, so he hid in the cave world and continued to learn the fire method and refine weapons with Babao.

The next morning, the young Jinshi from the Hanlin Academy woke up early in the morning. Unexpectedly, they were still energetic all night long, with rosy faces and no dark circles. When they think about it, they knew that barbecue was a good thing, so they urged the servants to buy it again and buy more and come back.

Qin Di also became very popular. From time to time, people came to ask for teaching and exchange poems, and singers came to join in the fun and refused to leave in the carriage.

Qin Di had no choice but to take out a small jar of low-level spiritual herb powder and said, "This is the spiritual herb I brought from my hometown. There is only so much left. I'll give it to you. Take it to barbecue and save some use. It's gone after using it!"

So with a huh, the people ran away with the cans in their arms! No one came over to ask questions again.

The group wandered outside, first from the capital east, crossed Taohua Creek, and came to Pushanye. Looking at the green green trees all over the mountains, Qin Di was happy and unconsciously accelerated the rhythm of the Heaven-Swallowing Art. Threads of innate wood spiritual energy were swallowed into his abdomen and put into the Yin bottle of the Yin Bottle of the Yin Yang Qi Bottle.

Although it is just a little bit at a time, these wood auras have their own unique personality.

Qin Di found that if the wood spiritual energy was collected from the spiritual herbs alone, such spiritual energy would be too weak, especially the artificially cultivated spiritual grass garden, which lacks sufficient toughness and cannot represent all wood spiritual energy.

Among the five elements, wood has both yin and yang wood, and has both yin and yang attributes. Therefore, it has both weakness of "the orchid is like a crying eye, nothing is united, and fireworks cannot be cut", and it has also the strength of "heavy snow presses against the green pine, the green pine is straight and straight, if you want to know that the pine is noble and clean, wait until the snow melts."

The wood aura he collected from the field where spiritual energy was scarce condensed with more tenacity and indomitableness, so it has the attributes of yang wood, which is particularly precious.

Half a month later, those people used up the spiritual herb powder in the jar and came to Qin Di to ask for it.

Qin Di shook his head: "No, if you say nothing, there will be nothing! Where can I bring too many things from thousands of miles away?"

Then those people became very disappointed and had no energy to sing poetry.

It was not until several days later that everyone woke up and continued to recite poems and lyrics, but they gradually became alienated from Qin Di, as if they had lost face because they wanted spices.

Qin Di didn't care either. He sat happily in the carriage every day, with his mouth wide open, like a fool.
Chapter completed!