The thousand-year-old tortoise's cultivation level is lower than hers. According to the rules of the world of immortality, it is not too much for her to call it "little eight".
If Xiaoba could speak again, he would have to call her senior!
Xiaoba raised his head and stared blankly for a while with his round eyes open. He slowly understood what she meant, and his mouth opened as if a smile appeared.
Chen Baiwei wanted to say something else, but a yellow butterfly and a yellow bee passed through the Lingwei rice field, trying to get into the small purple flowers blooming from the Lingwei vegetable seeds to 'steal the powder'.
Xiaoba was excited on the spot. After some encouragement from Chen Baiwei, it immediately showed its strength and ate up all these beautiful... hateful insects!
"Wait!"
Chen Baiwei's petite figure stood in front of it and forced its elongated head back.
"No, that's the last thing I want to tell you."
She stretched out her index finger and waved it left and right in front of Xiaoba's eyes.
Xiaoba then tilted his head, his speed seemed to be frozen in place.
Chen Baiwei said: "Butterflies can stay, butterfly larvae cannot stay, bees can stay, other insects must die!"
Xiaoba slowly shortened his neck. He understood that apart from these two kinds of bugs, he could eat everything else.
Chen Baiwei turned around and walked to Lingweicai.
One bee can crowd a small purple flower.
It's a pity that these bees have no spiritual energy fluctuations and are the most common little wasps in the secular world.
Chen Baiwei held her chin and thought for a moment, and finally decided to capture their queen bee and keep it in a wooden box.
Although these bees have no spiritual power, the Lingwei vegetables bloom are first-level spiritual flowers. The little bees collect the pollen and brew honey, and the honey they brew contains at least 30% spiritual energy.
Anyway, I can't afford a first-order queen bee now, so it's better to keep them around than nothing.
As soon as this thought appeared, a hard-working little wasp felt a chill on his back.
After its legs were covered with yellow nectar, the little wasp hurriedly flapped its wings and flew staggeringly towards the hive.
Chen Baiwei immediately followed behind it, but Xiaoba moved too slowly and was left in the field watching the ground.
The little hornet didn't fly too high, and its speed couldn't be compared to the light Chen Baiwei.
From noon until the moon rose, the little wasp flapped its wings and flew towards a big tree.
Chen Baiwei looked up and saw that not only was this hive nearly fifty kilometers away from her home, it was also hanging on a treetop eight feet high.
If she hadn't been a monk now, it would still be difficult to climb an eight-foot-tall cedar tree with bare hands.
It's a full moon tonight, and the light in the woods is pretty bright.
She climbed up step by step using the power of the tree itself, like a dexterous macaque, and soon reached the top.
Her arrival made the wasps in the hive restless.
The queen bee identifies her as an enemy and sends a large number of worker bees to try to besiege her.
Chen Baiwei stretched out her hand fearlessly, and a ball of fire flew out of her palm, frightening the worker bees into disarray and fleeing in all directions.
The queen bee lost the protection of the worker bees, and the entire nest was taken away by Chen Baiwei.
This was a huge shame for the queen bee, but there was nothing she could do about it.
In addition to the beehive, Chen Baiwei also chopped several fir trees and carried them home.
These fir trees are good for making beehives.
On the way, she dug up a few ginseng roots that had grown for seventy or eighty years on the cliff of a nearby mountain. Again, these ginsengs were too young and lacked spiritual energy. They were of great benefit to mortals, but of little use to monks.
She dug ginseng back home to replenish her father's health and improve his taste.
Going home along the cobblestone path full of flowers on both sides, Zhao Rou and Chen Muhe were waiting for her at the door.
The two of them were dumbfounded as they looked at the green spiritual rice and spiritual flowers, chatting incessantly.
"Brother He, even if these are crops without spiritual energy, are they still growing too well?"
Zhao Rou looked at the beautiful scenery with her beautiful eyes wide open.
"This... seems to be a little too long!" Chen Muhe couldn't help complaining. Even for mortals, growing crops is not that easy!
"Brother He, I really hope these are first-order spiritual plants..." Zhao Rou spoke softly, knowing that it was impossible, but there was a faint light in her eyes.
Chen Muhe didn't know what to say, and felt a little painful in his heart, so he had to hold her close to him without saying a word.
It happened that Chen Baiwei returned home along the cobblestone path. She didn't know what the two talked about here. She waved happily and shouted: "Dad, Mom, I'm back!"
Zhao Rou looked up and saw the harvest all over her body and the dead leaves in her hair. She immediately put away the sorrow in her heart and trotted forward to help her put down the fir tree.
"Why did you carry so much wood back? Mom should have gone out with you!"
Unexpectedly, the moment Shan Mu was put down, she almost pressed her hands underneath. If Chen Baiwei hadn't grabbed Shan Mu in time to buffer most of the force, Zhao Rou's hands would have been swollen.
When Chen Muhe saw this scene, his nervous expression gradually relaxed, and he smiled happily: "We are old, and you still think Baiwei is a mortal!"
Zhao Rou's cheeks were slightly red, "Back then, her eldest uncle's daughter Haitang was not so strong at practicing Qi on the second level. Baiwei used all her physical strength to move them back. I thought I could catch them too..."
Chen Muhe burst out laughing when he heard her explanation.
"Baiwei is weeding and practicing magic every day. Her body is no longer what it used to be. With both magic and body cultivation, how can you carry the fir tree as easily as she does?"
He spoke clearly now, and Zhao Rou understood that her daughter's body had changed so much.
“What’s the benefit of doing weeding every day?”
She was confused.
Chen Baiwei stuck out her tongue, "Of course, mother, don't do this kind of thing in the future. My daughter can carry a fir tree with one hand, but she can't cure diseases with one hand!"
Zhao Rou's face turned red, "Okay, mother, I have to work hard to practice, otherwise I don't know where I will be dumped by you."
"Mom, don't be anxious. If you keep working hard, one day you will successfully introduce Qi into your body!"
Chen Baiwei was worried that their minds would be disturbed and hinder the spiritual energy from entering their bodies, so she quickly comforted them.
As long as their mentality remains normal, they can eat spiritual rice every day after it matures.
The Nameless Green Mountain will almost become a first-level spiritual mountain on that day. By then, it will only be a matter of time before they soak in the spiritual mountain every day, eat spiritual things, and enjoy the first-level spiritual energy. It is only a matter of time before they want to draw the energy into their bodies.
Chen Muhe didn't know her plan. He looked at the greenery and sighed: "Yes, Sister Rou, the road to immortality is rugged and long. We must believe in Baiwei. As long as we persist, we will succeed!"
Zhao Rou nodded. She never refuted her daughter's words.
The moon was sparse, and Xiaoba slowly crawled out of the spiritual field, looking like an old man, and crawled towards the lake in the backyard.
Chen Baiwei was stunned. The honest little Ba actually stayed here for a whole day. She thought it had gone back to sleep long ago.
I didn’t expect it to have a conscience!
The three simply stood at the door and chatted happily for a while, and then slowly went back to the house to rest.
