The old lame man opened the utility room next to the livestock shed, hugged a basket of fodder, and carried it to feed the donkeys in the shed on the left. Normally, there would be people competing to do these chores for fun, so he only had to look around.
He was in charge of the daily consumption of spiritual rice and spiritual jade millet grains, and would not let anyone else handle it except for fun.
In the past few days, Lezi has used the ointment brought back by the viewer to exercise. His whole body is like a cooked shrimp. His skin is red and he has to take a break every step. It makes him feel distressed. Of course, he has no complaints against the viewer. Still able to carry it clearly.
Lezi, Lezi, whose name is named "乐", is a bitter child.
He was an adult at the age of twenty-three. He practiced martial arts hard every day and was not in any hurry to find a wife. He was worried to death.
The old lame man was absent-mindedly grabbing food from the trough and didn't notice an untied black donkey sneaking in behind him.
The black donkey glanced at the stupid female donkey over there. The old lame man's eyesight on the female donkey was really terrible. The donkey's face was so long that it had nothing to do with being handsome. It smelled so bad that it really had no appetite. Minato, let alone ride on it.
Hiding in the back corner, the black donkey opened his mouth and screamed in a strange way: "Old cripple, Zhang Yifang."
The voice was stiff and strange, like a human voice, but also unclear.
The old cripple's movements froze, and the hair from his back to the back of his head was cold and cold. He was very sure that he had never heard this strange voice. Besides, who in the Xianling Temple would dare to call him the old cripple and call him by his name? They are all polite names for lame uncle and lame master.
"Shura Martial God"
The sun is weird. Is it possible that there is a lot of filth in a place where immortals and gods gather together?
He slowly squatted down and grabbed a pick-up stick beside the shed. He fired his carbine with a "whoosh" and pierced it behind him quickly and hard. He didn't care what the hell it was. He hit it first and then hit it. It hit a hole. The old lame man He moved his steps diagonally and swept the wooden stick backwards. He looked back and saw nothing.
It's a sunny day outside and the weather is full of spring.
"Who? Tell me again if you have the guts?"
The old lame man has a stick in his hand, he is very courageous, he pretends to be a magician, and around his waist is a jade plaque carved by the master of the temple to ward off evil spirits. He is so scared.
"Oh, old cripple, you are more cowardly than Sesame."
The strange sound is erratic and eerie.
The old lame man sensed something was wrong. He held up the wooden stick in his hand, jumped up on the five-foot-high donkey stake next to the trough, and quickly searched the corners of the livestock shed. Even though his left foot was disabled, he could still use the wooden stick. Come up with some light kung fu skills.
A black shadow jumped over the low fence behind the shed and ran away at an extremely fast speed.
"It's a donkey day. It scared me a lot."
The old lame man smiled and jumped off the wooden pile, shouting outside: "When will you be able to speak human language? Come here, chat with me to relieve your boredom."
The donkey jumped into the shed leisurely from the other side and said: "Old cripple, you put down the stick first. I will come to you first when I can speak human words. Isn't it interesting? Is it worth a drink for us two?" "
There was a storage bag tied around its neck, and two jars of wine floated out of thin air.
The old lame man laughed loudly, threw away the wooden stick that was hitting his palms, and said: "These heart-warming words for you, I think you have a conscience, so I will save the beating for now, drink, drink."
One person and one donkey drank it up in the stable.
Three cups lead to the road, and one drunkenness solves a thousand worries.
Outside the shed, Zhang Wenfeng and Hu Qiang'er came back from the fields and took a shortcut to pass by.
Hearing the commotion inside, Hu Qiang'er was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was saying. Can Lord Donkey speak human language? He was overjoyed and looked at his master.
Although he can play with anyone in the Taoist Temple, but birds of a feather flock together, he still likes to play with his demon friends such as Lv Ye, Xin Xing, Mountain Badger, and Lu Xin'er, Lu Chan'er who have taken root in Baihu Ridge.
Mr. Donkey can talk now, and he has a chatty companion.
"Go play!"
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded. In the past few years when he was away from home, Hu Qiang'er did a good job.
Several groves of spiritual plants were cultivated using the cores of ling peach and ling plums and transplanted to newly developed sites. This year, some peach and plum groves were able to bear fruit.
Last year, a tree of Panyuzi spiritual fruits matured, and a total of 16 fruits were harvested. They are in hot demand in the market.
Other spiritual plants such as Fuyao Fruit Tree, Liuying Spiritual Tree, Zixu Ginseng, and Star Flower are all rare species and will not bloom, bear fruit or mature for the time being, but they are growing gratifyingly.
In his free time these days, he and Hu Qiang'er wandered around the site, checking the growth of each spiritual plant, and discussing the pros and cons with Hu Qiang'er. He specially rewarded Hu Qiang'er with a small pile of divine soil, and put it The little guy was so happy.
Enter the Qingzheng Villa Teahouse.
When the Lingquan water was boiling and the aroma of tea overflowed, the mountain chief and Yue Anyan walked in the door one after another.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to signal and said with a smile: "Three new treasures have been added to the back mountain treasure house, as well as a batch of magic weapons, materials, elixirs, talismans, spiritual energy stones and other items. I have registered them in the book to kill the witch clan. A monk’s trophy.”
The three identity cards of Wu clan monks he obtained were given to Zhu Xun and taken to the Daolu Academy. Rewards and meritorious deeds would be issued later.
The mountain chief knew how to deal with the trophies. He placed the items in the formation created by Tu Kun and started to slowly cleanse the marks and aura. The rare ones would be kept and the ordinary ones would be rewarded to the disciples in need. The remaining ones could be sold in exchange for supplies. .
"I have contacted several major trading houses, and also asked the Three-tailed Demon Fox Department and the White Ape Department. There is no news about the Babel Tree or other thousand-year-old spiritual trees."
"Just ask slowly, don't rush into this."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at Yue Anyan and said, "Senior Sister Yue, aren't you going to travel far away? Lu Zijin has refined his throat bones and can speak human language. You can consider taking him with you. He can't stay at home and goes out for a walk. It’s okay to go.”
Yue Anyan's cultivation was stuck in the Jianwei realm, and she had a pill in her hand. Now she only had a chance to break through. She smiled in surprise and said: "When did it happen? I didn't hear Lu Zijin show off, how can it be so tolerant?"
She understood the good intentions of the temple owner and sent Lu Zijin to be her bodyguard.
"It must have been today. He was drinking with Uncle Lame in the livestock shed at the bottom of the mountain. He talked endlessly. He had held back all his words and had nowhere to talk."
"Okay, I'll talk to it later."
Yue Anyan readily agreed, and with Lu Zijin accompanying her, she could consider going further, and even go to the ups and downs of Luobao Ridge to see the secret realm of Caomuling where the temple master and Lu Zijin had the chance to advance.
I heard that there are still half of the grass and tree spirits guarding that place, and there are seven or eight grass and tree spirits taking care of it in Baihu Ridge.
I took the opportunity to visit Yang Shuilan, and then went back to visit the great rivers and mountains of Da'an Chao.
The temple owner has returned to the mountain, and the entire Fairy Spirit Temple has a different vitality. She can also travel with peace of mind. She heard that the Earth Protector has been in retreat and is trying to reach the fourth level.
She has to seize the time to advance to the realm of freedom, so that she can help the patron share more of her burden in the future.
She suddenly remembered something and said: "Guanzhu, please find a time to talk to that girl Shui Ruqing. She is the only one of the first batch of disciples who has not broken through. She is bored and anxious. I have tried to enlighten her several times, but the effect is not much." .”
"Okay, I'll have a chat with her. Didn't you give her the 'Water Rejuvenates the Soul'?"
Zhang Wenfeng was no longer familiar with the situation of his disciples. He did not rush to give them advice. He watched over these days and chatted more with the first batch of sixteen disciples.
"Not yet. In her current condition, giving her the best medicine would be a waste."
"That's the reason. Let me find out what's going on with her first. Lezi has been behind her for so long and has been promoted for almost a year. Maybe she has something on her mind?"
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