As winter comes and summer comes, Canjian Mountain gradually takes on a different look.
There is a cave, a hall, and a practice room. The medicine garden, spiritual field, and spiritual animal garden are flourishing, and the pavilion on the plank road that people once passed has also reappeared.
The four seasons here are distinct and extremely long. A heavy snow fell, but I don’t know it happened in the past few years.
Over the past few years, Hu Qing had truly managed to clock in regardless of the weather, and had finally worn down Lao Ling to the point of losing his temper.
Hu Qing: Ah, I was moved by the spiritual fire.
Old Spirit Fire: It’s too annoying, get out of here.
That day, for the first time, it calmly greeted her: "You want spiritual fire, right? Come, you can choose the buds here. Which one you choose depends on your luck."
Hu Qing was confused: "What do you mean?"
"Some of these buds have spiritual fire, some don't, some have stronger spiritual fire, and some have weaker spiritual fire. It depends on your fate."
The purple flames spread out, paving a thin path for her. The flames moved to both sides, from her feet to the lotus field.
Hu Qing stepped up carefully, stepping into the colorless realm step by step. You can feel the terrifying high temperature on both sides, even hotter than the red world outside. But being subtly isolated, she slowly walked to the lotus field.
Only when she looked closer did she realize that the lotus leaves here were extraordinarily tall and the leaves were extraordinarily large, and the buds she was holding tightly were all bigger than her arms.
How to choose this?
The fire spirit power sticks to it, and the flower bud is stable. My spiritual sense probed through it, but I couldn't penetrate even a single inch. She tapped her ear with her fingers, but before she could hear anything, the hair next to her ear was burnt.
She looked back.
The old spirit fire turned into the shape of a human being, with its legs crossed and its long flame clothes curled up.
It held its big head: "Pick."
Hu Qing said: "I want to pick ten."
The old spirit fire in the shape of a human made a vivid gesture of spraying tea, stretched its head forward: "Come on, come on, you can cut off the fire on my body."
Hu Qing lowered his head, feeling that the spiritual fire was like a child imitating an adult's speech.
"One, you can only choose one."
Hu Qing raised her head and smiled playfully at the old Linghuo opposite her who was much taller than her: "Then senior, help me choose. We have such a good relationship, senior will not let me down."
Old Linghuo was stunned, thought for a while, and said angrily: "Okay, you tricked me."
Hu Qing smiled and said, "Senior, you feel sorry for me."
Old Linghuo was stunned again and seemed to be squirming, but then he reacted and shook his head repeatedly: "No, you choose."
Hu Qing is worried.
At this time, the little Kusang in the space trembled.
Hu Qing was stunned, what do you mean?
A small green mulberry detached from the branch.
Hu Qing thought about it, and a small mulberry appeared in her hand.
A little greener.
Old Linghuo took a quick look and said, "Hey, hey, you can't pick at my lotus leaves."
Hu Qing said hurriedly: "No, it's my little cutie."
Little cutie? What cutie?
The human form collapsed, a ball of fire flew over, and turned into a human form next to her: "Let me take a look. Hey, what is this?"
"Senior, don't you recognize it?" Hu Qing asked and then realized that it had probably never been out of Canjian Mountain, so it was normal that it didn't recognize it. Unless there are dry mulberry trees in Canjian Mountain.
Old Linghuo shook his head and stared at the palm of her hand in a very cute way: "How to use this?"
how to use? Hu Qing was also confused. But there was no timidity on her face.
She thought for a while, then held the small handle of the mulberry close to the bud next to her.
Phew, the little mulberry lit up, like a lantern, with an orange-red light inside.
Old Linghuo opened his eyes wide.
Hu Qing was secretly happy, there was a way!
She quickly flew to another lotus bud, and the little mulberry stuck to it, glowing redder than before.
The eye sockets on Old Linghuo's face were a little bigger.
In the third bud, the small mulberry lights up and turns yellow.
Old Linghuo's eyes were even bigger.
Hu Qing couldn't help it anymore: "Senior, can you turn into a human form? Otherwise, you can become a serious person. Your two eye sockets take up half of your face, it looks scary."
Old Linghuo's eyes were pointed at her: "I haven't decided how to look good yet."
Oh, the same worries as before Hu Zhuzhu transformed.
Hu Qing said: "Yun Zhong is very beautiful."
Old Linghuo shook his head repeatedly: "He looks very ordinary. You haven't seen many good-looking people, right?"
Hu Qing couldn't tell for a moment whether Canjian Mountain had more good-looking people than Yunzhong, or whether Linghuo's aesthetics was different.
She pinched the small mulberry and attached it to other buds. Finally, she concluded that the light emitted was mainly red and yellow, with less purple, less yellow and green, and some that did not glow.
Old Linghuo's blurred face was blank. He probably knew that Hu Qing had figured out his old bottom.
Hu Qing said to it: "Senior, these buds are very beautiful. You see, we are so in love with each other. None of our biological children come to you every day to show filial piety like me."
Old Linghuo said: "Which one do you choose?"
Hu Qing said: "I can't choose the same one?"
Old Linghuo shook his head.
Hu Qing pointed his finger: "That one."
Old Linghuo immediately felt distressed. It was the most successful flower it had cultivated. It had been cultivated into a pure purple color and was about to succeed it.
He kept his mouth closed and resisted silently.
Hu Qing was helpless: "Look, I said I would pick two more flowers, but you were not happy."
Wink, wink, wink again.
Old Linghuo reacted: "Oh - I can't give it to you except this one."
Hu Qing was immediately overjoyed: "Then I want to——"
She held out three fingers and added two more.
Old Linghuo said nothing.
Hu chuckled and said, "You have so many here."
That's right. It's not too much to say it's too much, it's not too much to say it's too little, there are dozens of them.
The old spirit fire groaned: "Which one?"
Hu Qing counted on his fingers: "One is red, one is red and purple, one is orange and gold, one is yellow, and the other is the greenest."
The old spirit fire twisted around.
Hu Qing hasn't finished yet: "One flower matches two leaves."
Old Linghuo was unhappy for a moment: "Are you a robber? At most, you deserve one leaf."
"make a deal."
Old Linghuo was suspicious: "Are you lying to me?"
"I definitely didn't lie to you. Look, if you don't give me the purple one, I don't want the purple one either."
Old Linghuo thought about it. The best of Hu Qingyao's Linghuo only had a hint of purple, which was not considered good.
What Hu Qing thought was that she had no need to steal Old Linghuo's favor now that the sun was burning. The worst spiritual fire here is enough for her to refine weapons.
Well, it costs so much in one breath, and you can buy one and get one free. This old Linghuo is really kind and generous but lacks IQ.
But soon Old Linghuo showed his intelligence: "I can promise you, but you have to give it to me."
It pointed at the small mulberry in Hu Qing's hand.
"Can."
"I'm talking about the thing that grows this thing." Old Linghuo said with a snort, "Don't think I don't know that it grows on the spirit tree."
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, and gave it to him? no. She only has that one.
She didn't want to, but the withered mulberry tree in the space swayed slightly.
Is this willing?
Hu Qing frowned: "Senior, to tell you the truth, this spiritual tree is still small, and I only have one."
"What does that matter? You cut it into a piece and I will take care of it." Old Linghuo said nonchalantly.
(End of chapter)
