Let’s talk about Duan Qingyan’s side, he has already become one with two big heads.
But Meow Meow chose it with one paw.
Duan Qingyan asked it: "How did you choose?"
The answer was: "Choosing spiritual plants is like buying vegetables. You can choose which one you like."
Well, Duan Qingyan felt that he could not communicate with this stupid spirit beast. The domineering aura of the inner demon array must have caused great luck.
Duan Qingyan really couldn't praise her for choosing cabbage.
But, once it was selected, it could not be replaced. Miaomiao just entered the medicine garden and pulled out a piece of grass and was passed to the door.
Fortunately, the old woman, the owner of Guixiang Garden, seemed to like Meow Meow very much. Knowing that Meow Meow was afraid of Jun Ruyi outside, she allowed it to continue to stay at the entrance of the garden to hold her cabbage and other Qingyan.
Well, okay, it's cinnamon herb, but it's the same as the cabbage for Meow.
A slash is also a slash when you stretch your head.
If you go in, you have to choose even if you don’t know how to choose.
Originally, it would be unreliable for her to choose a year that is a person who does not understand elixirs and plants at all. I guess even an expert would not be so easy to choose, otherwise the owner of Guixiang Garden would not be so calm.
At worst, if you don’t choose well, learn from Meow Meow. Just choose cabbage and pick one at will. This is the best strategy, and Duan Qingyan has the best strategy.
As the saying goes: If you have an old family, you will have a treasure.
Isn’t there a “old” living in Duan Qingyan’s sea of consciousness?
"Master Skyhammer."
Duan Qingyan was interrupted by the sky hammer as soon as he spoke: "Don't be so intimate, I can't help you. Even if I can, why should I help you? I'm so stupid as a pig, I forgot what I just learned. Gangbangbangbangbangbangbang, don't disturb my dream of spring."
Damn, if Chun Yimeng is so open, only Tian Chuan has such a thick face.
Duan Qingyan retreated helplessly from the sea of consciousness and looked at the green and spiritual cinnamon herbs all over the garden.
No wonder so many seniors like to set up a spiritual medicine garden. It turns out that the air in the spiritual medicine garden is different from that outside.
After taking a few sucks, Duan Qingyan began to think about the words of the Sky Hammer.
Tianchu has always been like Qiu Kuang, with a typical knife-like and tofu heart. He must not bear to see him helpless.
Yes, is there a mystery in the conversation?
Yes, he said, "I forgot when I first learned?"
Just learned?
Duan Qingyan had a sudden inspiration. Is it the principle of communicating with the wood attribute? But can other elixirs not?
This. I really don't know.
What Tianhui taught her was something from thousands of years ago, and most of them had long been lost. Although the current alchemists and elixir masters also communicate with spiritual plants, their methods are very different, or they are more confused by the appearance they have worked hard to recite since childhood.
No matter what, Duan Qingyan has forgotten the method of identifying cinnamon herbs that he just learned. He should treat the dead horse as a living horse, try to induce it.
Induction. Resistance.
I've thought of it long ago.
But it doesn't matter. Duan Qingyan is now loving this waste technique more and more - spring is everywhere.
With one move, the cinnamon herbs in Guixiang Garden are no longer arrogant. They put down their noble self-esteem and approach Duan Qingyan carefully.
Duan Qingyan "saw" that more than a dozen of them would perform differently, and he was completely disdainful and did not get close.
However, when Duan Qingyan continued to use his own true energy to stimulate spring to the earth and other cinnamon herbs benefited. These dozen cinnamon herbs finally began to be unable to bear their temperament, became uneasy, and came over to rub a little one by one.
Duan Qingyan could clearly feel that they were like the kings among these "big cabbages". After they came, the other cinnamon herbs gave in.
However, there seems to be such a specific way of communication between these plants. The cinnamon herb that was originally given up seemed to receive some instructions, and then obediently mingle with them. From the surface, there is no difference at all.
Duan Qingyan tried to identify the years of the spiritual plant by Professor Tianhui. All of these dozen plants belonged to the ranks of eliminated ones.
So that's it, plants also have a world of martial arts.
Are these cinnamon herbs actually used these methods to protect themselves from being picked?
Duan Qingyan already had the answer in his heart.
Three thousand years, but it’s not for yourself to eat, so you can’t be cheaper. Jun Ruyi is this bitch.
The owner of Guixiang Garden should not lie, so it would be better to choose the eighth place.
Duan Qingyan's hand reached out to one of the "big cabbages" with an ordinary appearance, and Meowed meowed outside in a hurry: "Your one is not good, it looks like a crooked melon and date, and I'm so fucked. I'm so lucky. I'm going to be roasted before I can eat grilled fish."
As the scenery in front of him changed, Duan Qingyan and Miaomiao appeared in front of him, holding a cinnamon herb that looked slightly like a cabbage.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Miaomiao wanted to run away.
Want to run? Is that easy?
Jun Ruyi's hand made a light move, and an invisible true energy attracted this little guy who was dancing and trying to break free into his arms like a demon's claw.
"You, stop." Seeing Miaomiao being caught, Yun Chuchen took action to stop him. Unfortunately, the difference in cultivation was too big and it was not effective at all.
"Hmph, let her go." Duan Qingyan spoke.
Duan Qingyan, who completed the task, had a much clearer mind, so he naturally figured out something.
"The mission is completed?"
Duan Qingyan sneered: "Actually, you knew the result a long time ago, otherwise you wouldn't have been so worried, right? I'm curious, who else in this world can calculate so accurately except the people from the Star Palace?"
Jun Ruyi also smiled: "Well, it's not bad. She is worthy of being a clever little girl. I like it. Why not go back with me and be my concubine?"
"Speak less nonsense." Duan Qingyan hates Jun Ruyi's teasing tone the most, and she has bargaining chips now, so she is not afraid of him turning against her.
"That's right, I'm just looking for someone from Xinggong. This cat is useless, so I'll give it back to you. Actually, I don't like to eat cat meat. Xiao Qingyan, can you give it to me?" Jun Ruyi rolled a ball on the cat in her hand and threw it to Duan Qingyan.
Meow murmured silently in his heart: I’ll throw your sister’s cat ball!
Of course, he only dares to scold him in his heart and scold Jun Ruyi in person. He really doesn’t have the courage to do so.
Duan Qingyan held the cinnamon herb in one hand and spoke: "I wonder if the owner of the cinnamon garden can help identify this grass?"
The air seemed to crack. He walked out of the old woman I saw before and said with a smile: "No need to identify it. The old body is like my own child. The old body is very clear. Your plant is exactly 3,500 years old. A girl is such a good method."
Although the owner of Guixiang Garden hurt her herbs, he also learned Duan Qingyan's love. How could Duan Qingyan's method be hidden from her? After investigation, you will know that if an ordinary person had such a wonderful method, he would definitely choose her treasure for the garden. Duan Qingyan only chose the eighth place, which shows his heart. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)