"Little brother, your method in the book really works, uncle, I planted according to the method recorded in the book, and it didn't take a few days for green shoots to grow, good! It's good! hahaha......" Niubi Lao Dao's mood these days is very comfortable, and the first kind of tea is finally looking forward to a little green.

In the past few days, he has been looking forward to Jiang Chang'an's arrival soon, just to change out several other tea planting methods, looking forward to the stars and the moon all day long, early in the morning when he saw Jiang Changan's figure appear on the top of the mountain, he couldn't wait to drag him to the bottom of the tea shed in front of the Fusheng Inn, and immediately made a pot of tea for hospitality, and the smiling appearance was like two people when they met for the first time.

Jiang Chang'an deserves to enjoy this special treatment, at this moment, he is leaning on the Taishi chair under the tea shed, crossing Erlang's legs, although there is no sunny sky in the demon country, fortunately, there are a few rays of sunshine in this phantom array, and the rag banners with the words "floating and dying" are dancing in a hula dance, and the light is dappled and lazy on his body, he feels very comfortable.

If Bai Baigang and Murong Ruan Xiang, the son of the incense picker, were present, they would have to vomit blood! I saw the lame old man named Hua Yu Yizhong standing aside respectfully, carrying a teapot in both hands and a yellowed white rag on his shoulder, exactly the same as Xiao Er who greeted and laughed in the restaurant. The goddess of the ears hunched her back, the iron rod she held on weekdays was gone, she held a fan in both hands, and the gentle wind shook the tip of Jiang Changan's nose, feeling itchy.

The two of them were as wooden as wooden people, silent as cicadas, there was no unstoppable murderous aura on their bodies, they were wearing the most common rag sweatshirts in the countryside, rolling up their sleeves, if there was no broken leg inlaid with a vajra inlaid with a vajra, no one would suspect even an ordinary farmer. Not only the body, but the two of them didn't even have any joy or sorrow in their expressions, their eyes were empty, but when they looked at the old way, there was always an unforgettable fear flashing in the eyes of the two of them.

If the soldier can be killed, the children will say, the stronger the strength, the more arrogant the self-esteem, what can make the two cave ruin realm powerhouses grovel like this? It is not difficult to imagine that this bull-nosed old Taoist must have used some means that life is worse than death. Seeing the two of them like two walking dead, Jiang Changan couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart, of course, this pity was not as good as the itching on the tip of his nose.

The cow nose held the round belly, and said with a smile: "Little brother, this first kind of tea was planted, but there are more than ten kinds of tea varieties that you gave to my uncle, and the rest of the books are ......."

"Seniors rest assured, I am by no means an untrustworthy person. It's just that the most important thing about growing tea is to be calm and not in a hurry. Impatience is a big taboo!" Jiang Changan said and handed over another book, with the words "Dayi Ling Ran" written on his face, "Seniors rest assured, they will never let their predecessors commit this kind of taboo, seniors can plant them one by one, rest assured, the kid is here."

Here, not going anywhere. ”

The old man with a bull nose grinned on his face, and he had already scolded in his heart: "Your grandfather, uncle, I wish you could get out of here!"

Lao Dao turned his head to look at the green jade sycamore with decreasing leaves, as if he could hear the sound of flesh dripping from his heart, at first he thought that no matter how strong Jiang Chang'an's strength was, no matter how talented he was, he could only absorb no more than ten pieces a day. With the dense thousands of branches and leaves of the green jade sycamore, even if Jiang Chang'an chops down twenty or thirty pieces of this small wind every day, it is harmless, it is ordinary, who would have thought that this product is not a small wind at all, and there is a live mudslide! The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and his uncle does not have this speed!

How many nights have there been in the past few days, Niu Bi Lao Dao squatted under the green jade sycamore, looking up at the thick branches that had been dried up by the scourge at a forty-five degree angle, and always couldn't help but wet his eyes with tears: "What a good flower and cabbage, it was arched by your kid!"

No! We must not allow things to continue to develop like this, accept this one again, and after planting new tea, we must drive this kid out of the house anyway! I will not accept anything in the next book! No, we should start rejecting it from now on! We should throw this book in his face right now, and then drive him out, even if this kid kneels and kowtows and begs my uncle to accept it, I will reprimand and refuse him!!

"Senior, put away your second book!"

"Okay!"

......

With a new planting method, no matter how much rhetoric there is, all the rhetoric has become nonsense, and the old man of the bull nose didn't dare to delay for a moment, and led the two cave ruins realm with Ban Fei as if he was busy working in the countryside behind the inn.

Jiang Changan moved the green jade sycamore into the Divine Mansion, holding the phoenix blood cryolite in his hand to feel the strong Dao Yun accumulated on the green jade sycamore, and the two lost treasures of the Ice Phoenix Clan were in his own hands, Jiang Changan felt as usual, after completing less than half of the absorption, he stopped his movements, and moved the green jade sycamore out of the Divine Mansion and moved back to its original place.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the gourd valley, the remnants of the void yin and evil in the Dao Essence wandered all over the body, even if the absorbed Dao Essence was completely purified. In this way, the efficiency is undoubtedly twice as fast as the original.

In the past few days, since the Ghost Gate Stone Pass has been opened by the Compassion Cave Heaven, a steady stream of strong people have been able to go to the depths of the mountains, icebergs and snow fields, and find Yingshui Stream.

Jiang Changan was not in a hurry, just the Purgatory Soul Erosion Squid in the Yinghe Stygian Water would take a few days, not to mention that there were ancient monsters such as the six-eyed ghost-headed fire crow in the Abyss Ancient Cave, and it was the absolute powerhouses of the ancient clans such as Lang Huan Pavilion and the Compassion Cave Heaven and the Jiadi Dao Alliance that could really enter the underground palace.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if these strong men can resist the grinding of the void and yin, cross the complicated and treacherous corridor, and reach the seventeenth underground palace, without him, the Heaven Opening Master, they would not want to open the tenth

Eight-story dungeon!

Therefore, Jiang Changan knows very well that it is not so much that those big families have not yet made a move, but rather that they are waiting for him, the Open Heaven Master, to make a move, at this time, it is the time to test the endurance of the competition, and whoever can't help jumping out first will be the first to lose.

Jiang Changan is more patient, there are many Dao Essences of Qingyu Wutong that have not been comprehended, he can't wait to make a move, it is best to completely refine these Dao Essences first.

Suddenly, the bell rings......

With a pleasant soft sound, a little golden light flew out from the crack in the stone under the bluestone, Jiang Changan smiled slightly, poked out his index finger, and the purple winged holy golden cicada stayed firmly on his fingertips, rubbing his wings to express his inner pleasure.

Everywhere this little guy goes, the world is basically silent, everything is suspended, there are no friends at all, time is the most superfluous thing for it, even if it is like the existence of the Purple Emperor, it has become a piece of loess in the tomb of the underground palace after sleeping, it can make time eternal, and this price is eternal loneliness.

The remnant soul of the Great Demon has existed in the human world for 100,000 years, and it is too lonely.

It just so happens that Jiang Chang'an's appearance is like a ray of warm sun, illuminating the whole world. There is also a good place like the Divine Mansion that is thousands of times better than the Demon Country Realm, and he directly settled down and relied on him.

What is this? From the very beginning, he was always hunting and killing the remnant soul of the Great Demon, when did this kind of situation of the remnant soul of the Great Demon being pasted upside down? Jiang Changan smiled bitterly and said in a tangled voice: "Golden Cicada, Golden Cicada, you are relaxed, but how can I do it?"

If he could, he hoped that this Purple Winged Saint Golden Cicada would be an extremely vicious and cruel demon beast, just like the Mirror Demon Ghost Fang and the Ice Feather Yao Falcon, and it would be at ease to devour the lower belly. However, this little guy can't be associated with the words "big demon remnant soul" at all, the image is well-behaved, and he is a cute thing!

simply stopped thinking about this headache, Jiang Changan spit out a breath of turbidity, and took out a wooden box from the storage bag, an extremely ordinary wooden box, half a zhang long, two feet wide, half a foot thick, without any carving, it is an extremely simple wooden box, with three yellow talismans pasted on the wooden box, written in the ancient "seal" character edict style, it is not difficult to guess that it is to prevent the spiritual power in the box from leaking.

As soon as the boat was goodbye, he asked Hu Xiangrong to send two letters and pick up one thing. A letter was sent to Su Shangjun of Daonan Academy, Su Da Sect Master is not smiling on weekdays, but his mind is as clear as exquisite, no matter how calm he is on the surface, he is afraid that he will be anxious for a long time, so as not to worry about this letter, and at the same time, it also makes the scaly sand ghost fang more vigilant, beware of Ji Lack of old man and Bai Gang's calculations.

The second letter was sent to the hands of Ji Yuxiao of the Bai family, and most of them were that Bai Sangongzi's body was temporarily stable and absolutely safe.

The most important thing is the third thing - the Ice Feather Yao Falcon wing bone that has been waiting for a long time to retrieve from the Armor Casting Academy!

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