The girl's figure is getting further and further away.
Chen Musan didn't want to delay, so he hurriedly explained a few words, his eyes quickly swept across the unknown green mountain, urging the flying magic weapon to leave.
The maple leaves are like fire, the pines and cypresses are green, and the girl is agile. It is a beautiful picture.
"Perhaps Patriarch Chen's decision is correct. Such a girl is not suitable for cultivating immortals. It would be good to find a retirement home as soon as possible."
Chen Musan turned around and glanced at the cloth bag in his hand.
The green bamboo tube looked like it had not been cut down for long.
"Water soaked in hundred-flower nectar? I am a little thirsty."
He poured enough spiritual energy into the leaf flying instrument, lifted up his cumbersome robe, sat cross-legged, and pulled out the lid of the bamboo tube. In an instant, a sweet and warm aroma came to the tip of his nose.
"Hey, this doesn't seem to be ordinary flower nectar?"
As an old monk at the sixth level of qi training, he still holds a little power in his hands. Chen Musan still has some discernment.
He examined it carefully, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then raised his head and took a few sips, his eyes suddenly brightened.
"It really does contain spiritual energy, and the honey water of hundreds of flowers has not entered the advanced level. This family seems to have a chance in the mountains, not bad!"
He smiled, feeling even more confident that his judgment was correct.
The nameless green hills are suitable for them.
Chen Mu, dressed in three robes, smiled in the breeze. The moment he put down the bamboo tube, a slender and plump white rice popped into his eyes.
"This...is this?"
Chen Musan looked stunned, and the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.
First-grade Bailing rice, with average quality!
"Did they grow this? No, it's impossible! How can it be possible to grow first-order spiritual rice in such a mountain!"
He murmured to himself, shaking his head for a while, then freezing for a while, staring at the Bai Lingmi in his hand in a daze.
"They must have bought it without a doubt!"
If they planted it, after nearly a year of hard work, they wouldn't be able to grow a spiritual rice plant and only produce one grain of spiritual rice, right?
Chen Musan's thoughts were messy in the wind, and he couldn't help but turn around and stare.
There was no end in sight to the mountains, and the people standing at the foot of the mountains had left. The clouds and mist were lingering, and the birds were soaring. He seemed to be able to imagine the peaceful and ordinary life of their family here.
"Could this spiritual rice be grown by them?"
The sweet and refreshing aroma of nectar lingers on the tip of the nose.
At this moment, Chen Musan was no longer confident.
"If I am still in charge of Wuming Qingshan next year, I must go into the mountain to see what happens."
The fog shouldn't be so thick by then, right?
Nameless green mountains, deep inside.
A ball of golden light fell on the shoulder, touching the girl's snow-white skin clingingly.
Chen Baiwei raised her hand and stroked its head, "Little Golden Dragon, you have worked hard these days."
How did Chen Musan know that the thick fog blocking him was deliberately arranged by Chen Baiwei.
The little golden dragon has become the spiritual vein of this mountain, that is, the owner of this mountain. He can control the fog that covers the mountain at will.
Chen Baiwei had long expected that the Chen family would send a steward over to check on the harvest of their land, and specifically told Little Jinlong to stop outsiders when they discovered they were entering the mountain.
The purpose is to prevent them from entering the mountain so as not to expose the first-order Astragalus seedlings on the mountain.
As for Chen Musan's worry about Wuming Qingshan's spiritual energy being thin and unable to recover his spiritual power quickly, Chen Baiwei has never had such worries.
With the first-level spiritual-veined little golden dragon here, it was too easy for a young qi-training monk like her to restore full spiritual power in one night.
Looking at the fog at the bottom of the mountain, Chen Baiwei said worriedly: "This cloud and fog can stop him once, but it can't stop him a second time. If the third steward comes again next year, he will have to buy a formation at the foot of the mountain to set up."
Chen Musan never thought that even if the management rights of Wuming Qingshan would still be in his hands next year, the road to the mountain would only become more and more difficult.
All his plans had to come to nothing.
Realizing that his master was out of state and had forgotten his own existence, the little golden dragon flicked its tail, circled it into a ball around her earlobe, and buried its head in her hair in aggrieved manner.
"After the first-order balengcai is harvested, next spring, I will be able to plant more varieties of spiritual vegetables, and you can follow the essence of these spiritual vegetables to grow into a second-order spiritual vein."
Chen Baiwei patiently comforted her with a soft and moving voice.
Unconsciously, the little golden dragon slowly closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and fell into a sweet dream.
"It's time to eat——"
Mountain.
Zhao Rou's clear and powerful voice echoed in the valley.
Chen Baiwei hurriedly covered the little golden dragon's ears and gently put it into the tree hole next to it.
"Be right back~"
she shouted over her shoulder.
The sound was transmitted back to the earthen house on the mountain, and Zhao Rou entered the house with satisfaction, holding a wooden spoon.
The mountains are great and the sound can travel far.
No need for Chen Baiwei to expend any spiritual power, Zhao Rou heard her response in front of Tsuchiya.
Back home.
Chen Baiwei was very excited looking at the five dishes and one soup in front of her.
The steaming meals were smoking.
Pan-fried squatting owl in a stone pot, cold Houttuynia cordata, steamed small crabs, fried eggs with wild onions, rabbit wrapped in silk and carp stewed with jujube pods...
There are also four bowls of chestnut rice placed at the four corners of the wooden table.
Seeing her coming, Xiaoba dared to stretch out his paws and climb onto the seat.
"Baiwei, come here quickly. These dishes today are all picked by me, your mother, and the little tortoise from the mountains together. They are fresh!"
Chen Muhe's face glowed brightly. He called Chen Baiwei to sit down quickly and introduced the three of them one by one about their achievements today.
"The squatting owl was dug by your mother at the other end of the stream when she was washing vegetables. It's so big and thick! I dug and washed this plate of Houttuynia cordata. It has a unique fragrance and a crispy and tender texture! Small crabs, carp, these All the rabbits were caught by a little tortoise, and even though this tortoise is slow, he is still reliable in his work!"
Chen Muhe talked endlessly and passionately.
Xiaoba looked proud, holding a piece of rabbit meat in his mouth, and indicated with his eyes that Chen Muhe had two other dishes that were also contributed by him.
Chen Muhe received the look and quickly added, "Yes, yes, there are also these bird eggs, these wild chestnuts and wild dates. I saw it with my sharp eyes and asked the little bastard to climb up the tree and pick it up. Not to mention it is really quite capable!" "
Chen Muhe was radiant and full of praise.
Xiaoba's proud head almost reached the roof.
Next to her, Zhao Rou carefully picked up a few vegetables and put them in Chen Baiwei's bowl.
"Your father, your health has improved a lot since taking that pill. He forced me to go out to look for you this morning, wanting to do something for you, but I didn't find him, but I came back with a lot of delicious food. .”
Zhao Rou covered her mouth and smiled. She was also happy to see Chen Muhe in such good condition.
Chen Baiwei took a few bites of the food to taste and couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Mom, your cooking skills are so good. You can make all the wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains taste like Daxianzhan! And Dad, Xiaoba, You guys have worked hard too, these dishes are so delicious!”
As she spoke, she put a small red crab in a bowl for Chen Muhe and the others.
"Dad, Mom, eat quickly, don't just stare at me!"
As for Xiaoba, there was no need for her to greet him.
This guy has already served his second bowl of chestnut rice.
