In a Qiluo tent covered with holy white soft fur, a beautiful woman was lying on the bed holding a snow-white fox girl.
Suddenly, when she opened her eyes, she saw Mei'er chatting her teeth up and down, trembling and pushing herself into her arms, as if she wanted to seek some warmth and some comfort.
Seeing its appearance, the beautiful woman thought it was having a nightmare, and quickly shouted: "Mei'er, Mei'er..."
"Um..."
Hearing her master's voice, Meier woke up in a daze, immediately got into her master's arms, and lay tightly on the two soft and majestic snow peaks, not daring to leave for a moment.
It seems to be enjoying it.
"Mei'er, are you having a nightmare?" the beautiful woman asked with concern.
"I didn't have a nightmare."
Mei'er shook her head and said angrily: "It's all my fault that Gongliang kept telling weird stories. That story was so scary, so scary. I was scared to death."
"Oh, what a story, telling it makes me scared."
The beautiful woman was lying on the bed with her arms folded, her graceful and undulating figure exuding all kinds of charm.
Mei'er thought about it and suggested: "Master, it's better not to listen to it. The story is so scary. Master will be just like the slave after hearing it. He will be too scared to sleep."
The beautiful woman sneered and said, "Tell me."
With no choice, Meier had no choice but to speak, "That's a story that happened in another mortal world. It tells the story of a wicked and smoking tomb robbing, called 'Ghost Blowing the Lamp'. Grave robbing is not about sightseeing, reciting poems, or painting.
embroidered......"
Migu looked very energetic today. He stayed up very late, lying on his belly, watching with wide eyes, his nine-colored tail flicking, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Why don't you go to bed yet?" Gong Liang asked curiously.
"Daddy, I want to hear a story, a good story, a different story."
Mi Gu blinked his big eyes and said.
What happened to her friend today made her feel a sense of crisis, so she decided to ask Daddy for a different story. Otherwise, everyone has heard her stories, and what will happen if no one listens to her stories in the future? She is so amazing.
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"It's too late, let's talk tomorrow!"
"Daddy, I want to listen to the story before going to sleep."
Seeing the serious look in the little guy's eyes, Gongliang had no choice but to find a good story to tell her.
For the little guy, he naturally couldn't tell her about Kong Rong giving pears, Sima Guang smashing the vat, two mice stealing eggs, three little pigs, three little monks having no water to mix, three mice stealing lamp oil, the big bad wolf
and Little Red Riding Hood, so I picked up a movie called "Dou Po" which was very popular in my previous life and started telling it.
"Then Dad will tell you a nice story. It was in a place called Dou Qi Continent. The thing that people cultivate there is not called true energy, but called dou Qi... Looking at the test magic stone tablet
The five characters were shining so brightly that they were even a bit dazzling. The young man's face was expressionless, and there was a touch of self-mockery on the corners of his lips. The clenched palms, due to the strong force, caused the slightly sharp nails to pierce deeply into the palms, causing bursts of waves.
Heartbreaking pain..."
Yuan Gungun was sleeping when he heard some noise, his ears moved, and he immediately came over to listen.
Xiao Xiangxiang also listened with rapt attention.
"Xinyue, I heard a nice story today, do you want to listen?" A slightly frightened White Crane asked furtively in the nameless cave.
A young girl sitting cross-legged and looking frail glanced at it and said, "Is this another story you heard in the valley?"
"Um..., do you want to listen?"
"It's a long night, why don't you talk and listen."
"Then I'll say it, cough..."
Bai He cleared his throat, imitating Gongliang's example, and said in a low voice with a dark and strange tone: "This is a story that happened in another mortal world. It tells a story of evil and smoking tomb robbers, called 'Ghost'."
Blow out the lights'..."
On this night, there was a story called "Ghost blowing out the lantern" that was secretly circulated in Miaodao Xianzong.
Some people listened with disdain, some people were indifferent, and some people did not ask them to get up to practice. They got up, dressed and walked out, but they were trembling with fear. Many people were attracted by the storyline, so much so that they came to Xiawo early the next day.
Waiting in the clearing on the cliff in front of the valley.
"Um..."
The early morning sunlight shone in through the window, and Gongliang stretched and woke up.
When I turned around, I saw that Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun were still fast asleep. They were probably tired after listening to stories in the middle of the night last night. So I didn’t ask them to get up to practice. They got up, dressed and walked out.
He went outside to wash up and exercise, and then walked towards the valley.
Mr. Gongjia, Mr. Chengyuan, and Mr. Ji had already gotten up and were watching on the edge of the field after dinner. A group of people were roasting animal meat and preparing breakfast. These guys only know how to eat barbecue. I want them to make something else.
Everything is difficult.
Gong Liang saw it and said to them: "It's not good to eat barbecue all day long. You can see which deserter in the sect can cook well and ask him to come over and cook for you. You can call a few more people and the price can be negotiated."
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When a Huang man heard this, he immediately became energetic and said: "Sir, the bear girls from the Fuxiong tribe can cook. However, they have large appetites and require spiritual rice as payment, so most people are not willing to ask them to cook.
"
Isn't the Fuxiong tribe the tribe of the petty little-eyed Bear Thirteen?
Gong Liang waved his hand and said grandly: "If you don't need this little spiritual rice, just ask them to come over."
"Then I'll go right away." The deserted man didn't care about eating and ran out immediately.
Gong Liang shook his head repeatedly after seeing this, and stepped forward to greet Mr. Gongjia and others: "Good morning, Mr. Gongjia, Mr. Chengyuan, Mr. Ji."
"morning."
"morning."
"Morning." Mr. Gongjia responded, and then said: "The warehouse that the young master ordered to be built when he left has been completed by Tiangongyuan. Would you like to go and see it?"
Gongliang looked up and saw a row of towering houses on a mountain peak next to the spiritual field in the valley. These were the warehouses built by Tiangongyuan.
The warehouse looks very big and impressive.
Gongliang looked at it and said, "No need, I'll go another day. How was the harvest this time?"
Mr. Gongjia touched his beard under his chin and said: "Young Master previously planted 40 acres of dragon tooth and harvested 26,000 catties of spiritual grain; 40 acres of phoenix feather, harvested 23,000 jin of spiritual grain; purple
For one acre of rice, one thousand, four hundred and thirty-eight kilograms of spiritual grain can be harvested. This is the weight of the shell. If the shell is removed, it is estimated to be 30% less. Although the harvest is incomparable with the spiritual fields planted by the sect, the spiritual fields in the valley are abandoned.
It has been too long, and it is no different from a raw field. It is not easy to have such a yield. After cultivating for a while, it should be able to catch up with the mature fields planted by the sect."
"Um..."
Gongliang nodded, there was room for fruit, but he actually didn't take this gain into consideration.
Looking forward, the harvested spiritual fields have been plowed over, and the dung of spiritual animals and birds specially used by the sect to fertilize the fields has been put into it for maintenance. The spiritual fields that have been planted with spiritual valleys cannot be replanted, and must be cultivated for a period of time before they can be planted again.
Plant spiritual grains to prevent the spiritual energy in the spiritual field from declining and damaging the quality of the spiritual field.
Outside the harvested spiritual field, the recently planted demon taro, demon sunflower, corn, and tiger beans are growing well and green, which is really gratifying.
On the hillside, because of the abundant spiritual energy, the spiritual fruits are green and full of vitality, and some have already bloomed.
Gongliang looked around and wanted to go back upstairs to eat. Suddenly he remembered something and couldn't help but ask Mr. Gongjia: "Sir, does anyone in the sect keep animals and birds?"
"Of course there are, but they are mostly found in the Twelve Immortal Palaces, and six caves and nine peaks are rare."
"What do you raise?"
"There are many kinds, but most of them are chickens, ducks, geese, etc. that are easy to raise. There are very few animals, such as mountain yams, elk, deer, etc. We practitioners should take more elixirs, absorb spiritual energy, and cultivate, and we also eat meat.
Few. Moreover, there are beasts in the mountains and fish in the sea. There are too many to eat, so why raise them, so there are fewer people to raise them."
"oh..."
Gongliang wanted to find out what kind of spiritual birds and beasts there were in the sect, and he planned to raise them in the valley for food. He didn't expect that there were so few varieties. But if they could be raised in the Miaodao Immortal Sect, they were extraordinary.
There are already chickens and ducks in his space, so there is no need to raise them anymore.
So he asked, "I wonder what kind of goose it is and how it tastes."
"Speaking of this goose, it has quite an origin. It was originally an ordinary creature, but was later brought into the sect by a great scholar. It actually had an affair with a liger and gave birth to a strange goose species. Over time, it multiplied and became a kind of spiritual creature.
.The goose head is shaped like a lion, with tiger pattern feathers. Although the claws are goose claws, they are as strong and powerful as a tiger, which is really unusual. The sect calls it a liger goose. Its meat is delicious, especially the pair of goose claws, which are very chewy.
, many people in the sect praise it very much. If you like it, Master, I will buy some."
"A few are too few. Buy some more seedlings and raise them later."
"That thing is huge and very edible. If you raise too many, I'm afraid there won't be enough food in the valley."
"Then buy less and throw them into the mountains and let them find food on their own."
"good."
In addition to the mountain jelly, Gong Liang also asked Mr. Gongjia to buy some mountain jelly, elk, and deer to raise, and also bought some chickens and ducks. Although there is space, the varieties in the sect may be better, and they can be replaced by the time.
After giving the instructions, he chatted with Mr. Gongjia and others for a while, then returned to Feixia Tower.
Yuan Gungun and the others were still sleeping, but Gong Liang asked them to get up and eat. It happened that the three sisters of the Yan family had finished practicing, so they ate together.
While they were eating there, more and more spiritual pets and people gathered outside.
After dinner, the three sisters of the Yan family began to do their homework. Yan Jingshu read, Yan Yanshu drew, and Yan Yushu practiced calligraphy. Although she lost her parents, she was like a mother to her eldest sister, and Yan Jingshu never failed to educate her two younger sisters.
Gongliang had nothing to do, so he took out the "Jade Scenery Sutra" given by his third senior brother and read it. The sutra given by Dongmeng Zhonggong not only contained detailed divisions of various realms, but also his personal insights on his practice and his thoughts.
Practicing is very helpful.
Yuan Gungun saw that they were all busy, so he took out the animal skins and spread them on the ground next to Gong Liang, curled up and fell asleep.
Dad was reading a book, and Mi Gu didn't dare to disturb him.
But she had nothing to do and was so bored, so she flapped her wings and looked left and right, this and that, without any time to spare.
What the little guy disliked the most was writing and reading, so he was very interested in Yan Yanshu who was drawing, so he flew to her side and watched. Yan Shuyu waved her pen in her hand, and a stretch of rolling hills appeared; at a few o'clock, a few lush woods appeared
; With a few more strokes, several beasts flew across the forest.
It looked so magical that Mi Gu couldn't help but widen his eyes.