Three years later, one afternoon in early autumn.

Daliang Chen Xiuming squatted on the ground, squinted his eyes and looked at several golden flowers, and a happy smile appeared on his dark cheeks. He liked these neat, beautiful, and delicate plants, and even had a hint of respect in his eyes, because he knew that they were very precious and were important materials for refining elixirs.

"If you look at it this way, they won't grow faster."

A familiar voice came from behind. Chen Xiuming did not stand up immediately, but pointed to the little flower he cared for, and said proudly: "The time is coming for the three nights. They will emit a strong fragrance for three consecutive nights, and then turn from yellow to red, even if they mature. The Taoist priests called it Jade Girl Shuanghua. Tsk tsk, how can you bear to mash it as a medicine with such a nice name?"

"You are also a Taoist priest."

Chen Xiuming stood up, took off his straw hat, and exposed the ordinary round bun tied with a thin rope on his head. "Look, I don't even need a hairpin. It's too hindered when working. I'm a flower farmer, not a Taoist priest."

The smile on his face said that Chen Xiuming was not ashamed of being a flower farmer, on the contrary, he was very happy.

"Let's sit there for a while."

There are two thatched huts not far from the flower field, with a grape and a deep well in front of the house. Chen Xiuming moved out two simple rattan lounge chairs from the house, placed them in a cool place, walked to the well, pulled out a basket of grapes soaked for half a day from it, waited for the water to filter it, put it in the middle of the lounge chair, and then sat down comfortably, sighing with great satisfaction.

"In ten days, the fragrance of three nights will release the fragrance and the grapes will ripen. It is still a little sour now, but it can be eaten."

Mu Xingqiu sat on another recliner, picked up a bunch of grapes, held them high, opened his mouth and bit them, and said vaguely: "I like sourness."

Chen Xiuming picked and ate one by one, and smiled and said, "That's right. You have been like this since you were a child."

Chen Xiuming soon ate enough, and began to introduce various flowers and plants from Sanyexiang. "There are at least ninety gardens of all sizes around Pangshan, and hundreds of strange flowers and plants are planted. I am the smallest here. Flowers and plants have huge differences in temperament. For example, this Sanyexiang cannot withstand a little mana. It can only grow in a natural environment with distinct seasons. There is also Blue Clothed Alfalfa, which cannot withstand a mana. The brocade-tailed horse lives in the valley created by the Taoist priests of Pangshan, but if you don't eat a little blue Clothed Alfalfa every day, your fur will be damaged..."

Mu Xingqiu nodded while eating grapes, almost eating up the whole basket. Chen Xiuming smiled and shook his head, "Let's be prepared."

Chen Xiuming got up and came to the well and pulled another thin rope, "Although it is an ordinary grape, it tastes good. You will bring some back to the ancestor's peak to try for Fangfang, Chen Hao and the others. Why didn't the bald man come with you? He is not... Oh my God!"

Chen Xiuming screamed and almost threw the basket back into the well.

There was actually a wet head standing on the grapes, grinning at him, Chen Xiuming raised his hand to hit him, his head flew up, and shouted happily: "I'm scared! I'm scared!"

Chen Xiuming also smiled and warned his head flying around: "Don't touch my flowers, otherwise I'll never end with you." He walked back under the grape trellis with a basket, fell on the recliner, breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed at his good friend, "You are so bad that you didn't remind me. If this were someone else, you would have to be scared to death."

"I come here once a month, and bald people come with you every time. Are you not used to it?" Mu Xingqiu said with a smile, picking up another bunch of grapes. He never had a special preference for food, but he couldn't eat enough fruits grown by Chen Xiuming.

"Haha. I'm afraid you can't eat it." Chen Xiuming had already eaten enough, "You've been in Laozu Peak for more than three years, right?"

"Three years and four months." Xiao Qiu clapped his hands and finally felt a little satisfied.

"How is everyone's practice?" Chen Xiuming asks the same question every time he meets. His so-called "everyone" has clear limitations.

"Chen Hao still breathes in the third level, Guan Jinwu's first level, Fangfang reached the sixth level half a month ago. In this way, Zuo Liuying still felt slow and said coldly every day."

"Sixth level of inhalation, my god." Chen Xiuming couldn't believe his ears, "Fangfang... What kind of freak is Zuo Liuying who is picky about such practice? What about you, should you make some progress?"

"Fourth level." Mu Xingqiu shrugged, not very satisfied with such achievements.

Chen Xiuming was not satisfied and said seriously: "Brother Xiaoqiu, you have to work hard and not let Fangfang fall too far."

Fangfang has the spiritual bone Taoist root. Once the pill is condensed, the ordinary Taoist disciples cannot catch up. However, Mu Xingqiu never revealed this to anyone, so he smiled and said, "I will work hard, wait and see, maybe I will reach the realm of Foxia first."

"You can definitely do it." Chen Xiuming clenched his fists, and he had full confidence in his good friend.

“What’s new to you?”

"There is no change, and you and I are talking about." Chen Xiuming's flowerbed is not far from Zhiyong. He has to go back every few days, "Oh, Zhou Ping, Shi Baosheng, Wang Jian has left Pangshan, leaving me a lot of things, and ask me to take them for you. They will go home for a while first, and then go to join the Xuanfu Army."

Mu Xingqiu has heard of this.

Those who practiced in Zhiyong Sect together, Xiao Qingtao and Xin Youtao successfully condensed elixirs one after another, but Zhou Ping and the other three gave up. After staying in Zhiyong Sect for a few years, they finally decided to return home to join the army. Xin Youtao introduced them to their sister, and the three of them would find good positions in the Xuanfu Army.

"This is a good thing."

"Well, Zhou Ping and the others have all understood the Santian. I heard that such people are very popular with the Xuanfu Army. Mu Feihuang and Zhao Dayi from our Yelin Town plan to join the army in two years. They regret not having a good relationship with the prince at the beginning. Every time they meet, they say they want to ask you for help."

The friends in Yelin Town are already eighteen or nineteen years old, and Daliang is twenty years old. I don’t know when it starts, but everyone no longer calls each other a nickname. Only Daliang is still using the title “Brother Xiaoqiu”.

In the past three years, the people in Yelin Town also had their own places to go. Guan Jinwu was selected by Mingjing Department after staying for a year. The other three came to the Zhiyong Institute. Mu Feihuang and Zhao Dayi were interested in joining the army. There was also Chen Tongyou, who was quite interested in the welcome and sent him to the sidelines. Chen Hao was helping him clear his relationship, hoping to send him to the outside of the mountain to be a wise Taoist priest.

"Xin Youtao will help them." Mu Xingqiu said affirmatively. Back a few years ago, he would never have thought that he would have such a great influence on Prince Xijie.

"Is Xin Youtao still practicing?" Chen Xiuming asked with a frown. He had no intention of joining the army. He just wanted to plant flowers in Pangshan, so he still retained his previous bad impression of the prince.

"Of course, the head of the precepts department was surprised."

Xin Youtao was selected by the Talismanship in the Patriarch's Pagoda, but Pangshan's Taoist dynasty did not have this subject, and he never wanted to transfer to other Taoist dynasties, so he went to the Precepts Department.

"Chen Hao was caught up with him. He must be unhappy."

"They've never dated."

The two of them chatted while eating grapes. There were not many new topics. They just asked each other about their recent situations. Chen Xiuming learned that Xiao Qingtao had reached the third level of inhalation in the Five Elements Department, and couldn't help but sigh. He didn't want to mention some words. But they always lingered in his heart, "If Erliang...ah, what do you want him to do?"

The bald man flew around in the distant fields to chase insects and birds. Mu Xingqiu looked at him, thinking about Erliang Chen Xiuwei, "Have you heard of Shen Geng's news at Yangshen Peak?"

Shen Geng finished thinking about his mistakes more than a year ago, and was taken directly to Yangshen Peak by his mother Yang Baozhen. He rarely heard about him on the Ancestor Peak, and the news on the Chip Institute is more well-informed.

"Last month there was a disciple from Yangshen Peak. He said that Shen Geng was still so withdrawn and never dated anyone, and... he still refused to treat his eyes and just kept the wound."

Shen Geng's eyes were broken by Mu Xingqiu and were easily cured, but he refused to receive treatment. It is said that his eyes were covered with blood and very scary. Most of the time he closed his eyes, but he moved freely and never bumped into anything.

Shen Geng and Mu Xingqiu hated each other. This is a semi-public secret in Pangshan, almost everyone knows it. But few people talk about it publicly.

The bald man flew back, his hair was covered with spider webs, dust and grass sticks. He jumped directly into the well to take a shower. Chen Xiuming could only shake his head. "There are several more buckets of water."

Mu Xingqiu smiled. Seeing that the time was about the same, he said, "I will go out for a long trip in a few days, and I may not be able to see you for a while."

"Where are you going?" Chen Xiuming asked in surprise.

"I'm going to refine my magic weapon."

"Didn't Lao Zufeng give you one?"

Mu Xingqiu was carrying a magic sword behind him. Most of the disciples could only obtain ordinary auxiliary magic weapons after condensing the pills. Main magic weapons such as swords, rulers, and Ruyi had to find ways to refine them. Grandmaster Ning Qiwei personally made an exception and gave him this magic sword.

The magic sword is an old object, and the original owner's mark has been washed away. Mu Xingqiu still doesn't feel comfortable using it, but this is enough to make ordinary disciples envious.

Ning Qiwei's favor is for a reason. The demon clan has set his sights on Mu Xingqiu's true illusion and regards it as a demon king. Even within the sphere of influence of Pangshan Taoist sect, he must have the skills to protect himself and escape.

Mu Xingqiu stood up, "I will refine a better magic weapon. I already have a lot of materials in my hand."

"You must use those golden souls and silver souls."

"That's your thing."

"No, they belong to Erliang. One day, you will use this magic weapon to defeat Shen Geng and let Erliang make some contribution here."

Mu Xingqiu nodded, cast a spell and used a magic sword, and stepped on it and floated up in the air, "No matter what happens, I will wait for me to come back."

Chen Xiuming smiled and waved his hand, saying that he could not cause trouble.

Mu Xingqiu called out the bald man and flew towards the Old Ancestor Peak. On the way, he passed by Muma Valley and greeted the three of Zaohongma family.

You can't fly in the yard, and Mu Xingqiu landed on the ground and walked, while the bald man obediently got into a cloth bag. Even here, a lonely head would still cause unnecessary trouble from time to time.

My mother Yang Qingyin was standing outside the tower waiting for him. She tied up her hair bun, put on a long hairpin, and wore a standard Taoist robe, but her expression was as arrogant as before, as if anyone dared to take a look at her would fight.

"Have you heard it?" Yang Qingyin asked without hesitation.

"What? I just came back"

"Your application for refining weapons was rejected. It seems that Ning Qiwei doesn't want you to leave Pangshan half a step."

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