Clean up all the dead seedlings, it was already dark, and Wang Shuyue was so tired that her waist was sore.

He stood up with his waist, raised his hand and touched the hot sweat that was oozing from his forehead, and then looked at the lush purple bamboo forest in front of him, and admired Master Qingyiren arrogance.

Only twenty of the three hundred plants survived. In the next few days, Wang Shuyue treated these surviving purple bamboo seedlings as if she was serving her ancestors, and was cautious, not daring to more or less at all. She finally saved these twenty seedlings.

There were still a long way to go to the market to collect a large number of purple bamboo seedlings for himself. He used 120,000 caution and conscientiousness to not even go to the daily morning class.

Wen Qi had long heard the news that Wang Shuyue was trying to plant purple bamboo seedlings. At first, she was waiting to watch the show, but she never expected that Wang Shuyue would plant it.

Although the survival rate is simply funny, she was at least alive, which made her feel interested.

After morning class this day, seeing that Wang Shuyue still didn't come to class, Wen Qi immediately rushed to the purple bamboo forest, wanting to see how tenacious the purple bamboo seedlings that survived successfully were.

But I didn't expect that when I came to the purple bamboo forest, I saw Wang Shuyue, who was still excited to serve the bamboo seedlings a few days ago, squatting motionlessly in front of the nursery. Her slightly messy back was so lonely and helpless.

What's wrong? This is?

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows novelly, and she was happy when she saw that Wang Shuyue was not good.

Wang Shuyue opened a nursery in the bamboo clearing ground to cultivate purple bamboo seedlings.

It is very troublesome to plant purple bamboo seedlings. You need to cultivate the seedlings first, then transplant them onto a special yin soil. Only when it is drained can it be considered as planting.

After entrusting the master's blessing, Wang Shuyue didn't need to go specifically to find Yintu, because the large area of ​​Zizhu Forest was the Yintu Mountain that Qingyi moved to back then.

Wen Qi looked at the nursery and saw that Wang Shuyue was neatly arranged in the square ground, crisscrossing, and purple bamboo seedlings were planted neatly. It was obvious that more than a dozen seedlings were taller than other seedlings.

After calculating the days, it’s time to transplant now.

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows and her eyes fell on the small earth slopes of Lianglong in front of Wang Shuyue. She saw two purple bamboos that were raised half a meter high standing in the earth slope. They should have been light purple, but now they have turned into dead yellow-brown.

Seeing this, Wen Qi's mouth suddenly curled up, "I really thought you were planted by you, it's a waste of time."

I laughed at me, turned around and left.

Wang Shuyue had known that she was here for a long time and was too lazy to pay attention to her. She left with her. After a while, she calmed down from her collapsed mood. She dug out the two dead plants with a hoe and planned to go to the library to find some books to read.

She has found the trick to breed seedlings now, but she is stuck at the key point of transplanting.

It was obvious that they followed the steps mentioned in the book, and they did not make a difference, but as soon as they moved the seedlings to the brand new yin soil, they died immediately.

With another whine of "This is unscientific", Wang Shuyue stood up angrily, took out the green feather fan and was about to leave.

"I'm giving up?" A cold question came to the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Master?" Wang Shuyue turned around in surprise and saw Qing Yidao standing in the bamboo forest. He was covered in white and seemed to have crossed a layer of divine light. He stood there quietly, with slightly drooping eyes, as if he had divine compassion.

But Wang Shuyue knew that this was just an illusion that people who practiced the ruthless sword intent could not have such empathy.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, and maybe he could see her every move.

Fearing that the master misunderstood, Wang Shuyue explained: "I didn't give up. I just wanted to go to the library to find a few more books to read and continue to study."

He nodded slightly, expressed his understanding, and then said, "You are useless like this."

Wang Shuyue looked over intently, trying to see the master's expression clearly, but the more he wanted to see it, the less he could see it. He could only feel that the master seemed to have the idea of ​​preaching and teaching.

Realizing this, Wang Shuyue's eyes lit up. Nothing in the entire Yunhe Sect is more professional than his master when planting purple bamboo.

If he personally taught her how to plant her, the entire library would not be able to compare with the books.

"Master, then what should I do?" Wang Shuyue decisively put away the green feather fan and went to the library. There was a living dictionary in front of her.

Qingyi saw the disciple's every move over the past month. She really wanted to do this well.

Since this is the case, it is normal for him to solve her doubts as her master.

The god walked out of the light and walked in front of Wang Shuyue. The subtle sense of distance seemed to be closer, and she could see his expression clearly.

Qingyi took off her wide outer robe, and Wang Shuyue immediately took over the clothes, looked at Qingyi rolling up her sleeves, lifting up her robe, squatted down, and picked up the small hoe she had just put down.

This hoe is specially made. Purple bamboo likes shade and is generally hot and cannot be used, so it is made of melting and refined using the glass cup it comes with.

After a glance at this substitute for Leng Yu Hoe, he ignored this opportunistic thing and said coldly:

"After using it for a long time, it will be contaminated with popularity and will gradually become hotter and you can't use it again."

After saying that, he threw away the glass hoe, took out a crystal-clear cold jade hoe, dug out the dead seedlings, burned the fire, and then reached out to capture the seedlings in the nursery and replanted them.

Wang Shuyue wants to say that you will definitely not be able to survive with such a casual seed.

However, Wang Shuyue was stunned, not only did not die, but lived a good life.

Is it so magical if I just changed the tool?

Qing looked up at her, and saw that she had not realized it carefully at all, and reminded in a deep voice: "Look at it carefully!"

Wang Shuyue nodded quickly, eliminated the distracting thoughts, and watched his master plant another plant again.

This time, the technique is slightly different from the last time, but it seems that it is to dig a hole, take the seedlings, lay the seedlings, and cover the soil.

"Didn't you see it yet?" The cold voice remained the same, without any impatience.

Wang Shuyue didn't dare to admit it, but seeing that his master was so patient, he nodded honestly.

Qingyi sighed helplessly, planted two more plants, and then turned to look at Wang Shuyue.

Wang Shuyue smiled guiltily, her eyes darkened, and he was wondering if his teaching method was wrong.

"It shouldn't be like this. Although you have the five elements spiritual roots, your spiritual roots are very balanced. Yuan Jun personally consolidates your foundation for you. Your five spirit roots shouldn't be so clumsy."

This is the first time Wang Shuyue has heard of this. She always felt that she was a waste of money and was able to reach her current state by her aunt's promotion.

But after hearing what the master said, her five spiritual roots seem to be OK?

"What's wrong?" Qing murmured, not talking to Wang Shuyue at all.
Chapter completed!