"Master, can that seed sprout early tomorrow?" asked a little boy with his dark eyes open in the candlelight, looking at the master who was meditating on the side.

This is a simple Taoist room, all the arrangement is quiet and natural, without decoration, now in the night, the rats began to come out to make trouble, the rats sucked the lamp oil fluttering, knocked over the lamp oil "sonorous" sound, gnawed soybean nuts "squeak" sound, around the "ya" sound of the meeting is endless, but it seems that the night is quiet.

The room is like a bean, except for the occasional subtle "stabbing and stinging" sound of the wick exploding, which is the sound of rats, and suddenly a milky little doll opened its mouth, which frightened the rats and scurried around.

But there was one of the largest rats with no fear, stopped under the lamp oil and looked left and right blankly, only to see an old man with white hair sitting on the couch, and a boy was sleeping on the other side of the couch, but it was obvious that the boy was not sleepy now.

Lao Dao opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Dao kindly, "This seed was brought back from the depths of the universe by the ancestors, and a seed full of hope will definitely sprout." ”

"Will it sprout tomorrow?"

Lao Dao pursed his lips, as if he was seriously thinking about this question, "Tomorrow's words, this tomorrow"

Xiaodao waited intently for Lao Dao's answer, and Lao Dao thought for a long time, "This question has to be asked to the senior brother in charge, or the ancestor, you guard that kind of child every day, why do you want him to sprout today?"

"It is precisely because I guard it every day, water and fertilize it, that I want it to sprout quickly. Xiaodao lifted the mattress up and covered his face, revealing only a pair of dripping black eyes, "Today, the feeding chicken laughed at me, saying that I guard it every day, but it doesn't sprout, and even so much fertilizer it pulls down is wasted." ”

The old man laughed, "That chicken, yes, like what he would say." ”

"Master, the feeding chicken said that when I was alive, I wouldn't see this kind of seed sprout one day, is this true?"

Lao Dao shook his fingers, "It's not that it doesn't sprout, it's not time, the ancestors said that this seed either doesn't sprout, and once it sprouts, it will become the backbone of this world, so the time has not yet come." ”

Lao Dao shook off the dust and recited a trumpet, Xiaodao knew that this was the meaning of the master to meditate quietly, but he still had a lot of things to ask in his heart, but the sleepiness gradually came up, and he couldn't open his eyes, "Master, Master, remember to remind me tomorrow, I want to tell the spirit chicken, this seed, certainly, will definitely grow into a towering tree."

Looking at the little boy who was slowly falling asleep, Lao Dao thought of something, smiled faintly, and closed his eyes again.

Next

If someone pays more attention to it before, they will know that he is now the master of the small Tao, but tens of thousands of years have passed, and the unknown elder of the sect in the past has now become the elder of Qiyunguan. Time is a powerful force.

Why is the child called a mustard, the truth is only known to Jin Chenji, but if he explores deeply, he can also understand the true meaning.

Carrying a huge bucket full of water, he walked to the emptiest part of the garden, originally to leave the seed, because he thought that the seed would become a towering tree in the future, but it didn't germinate for so long, and he gradually became a little disheartened.

The feeding spirit chicken was sunbathing in the sun, and when he heard movement, he didn't get up, "Yo, it's a little late to pick up mustard today, and the sun is drying the buttocks, and it seems that I know it well." ”

He didn't listen to the shouting of the chicken, and still watered it one by one, and then used a bucket from the well, and so on.

The feeding chicken only felt that the sun seemed to be a little weak today: why didn't it smell right? He squinted his little eyes lazily, but saw a huge head in front of him, staring at him.

"What are you doing to block the sun of this god chicken?"

Xiaodao's face darkened, and he spread his hand, "Give me some fertilizer." ”

The feeding spirit chicken lifted the cockscomb, "Didn't you just finish fertilizing last month, why do you want it again?"

"Do you want to give it?"

The feeding chicken got up and muttered, "I'm afraid of you, anyway, you can't see this tree grow in your lifetime, why are you so active?

In fact, the feeding spirit chicken was afraid of picking up mustard and running to sue Jin Chen, and turned around to deduct his own welfare, so he drove the duck to the shelf.

I saw that the feeding spirit chicken was indeed a little lacking in stamina, squatting in that open space for a long time, the face was suffocated, and the mustard also looked at the feeding spirit chicken nervously, after a long time, only heard the sound of "poof", but there was no sound of heavy objects landing.

A crow flew in the sky and croaked awkwardly

"Sorry, it's a little flatulence. ”

Shijiao waved his hand, "Forget it." ”

Seeing that he intended to spare his life, the feeding spirit chicken hurriedly shook his buttocks, "Thank you, I thought it would be impossible to escape death today, and I didn't want you to be kind." ”

The feeding chicken ran away without a trace, and I don't know which corn field it was hiding in.

Gleaning his chin and looking at the clearing, there was not a single superfluous weed in the clearing, except for the dirt, and he sat on the ground a little dejected, not knowing what he was thinking.

From their own memories to

Come, I have been guarding this medicine garden, there is a seed here, I have known it for a long time, but this seed has waited for so long and has not germinated, this matter has almost become a piece of heart disease for picking.

Why do all the plants here grow so well, only you don't sprout?

Shijiao asked softly, but there was no sound in the wind, no sound in the grass, and no sound in the world to answer.

Lying on the grass with some deflated, looking at the white clouds here, he felt a little melancholy.

More than ten years have passed in a flash

But I saw a clever trail being busy in the medicine garden, watering this spiritual plant for a while, and fertilizing this spiritual plant for a while, which seemed to be very busy.

Beside him, a big white fat chicken commanded Ruoding, who was protesting loudly on a huge rock, as if to blame Xiaodao for disturbing his sweet dream.

This trail is naturally the mustard when he grows up, he has no father or mother since he was a child, and other disciples of the sect are different, other disciples can cultivate martial arts, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't cultivate, if so, it's just that, but he is so wastewood, or the most favored disciple of the elder Jin Chenji, because this crime is extremely evil, and he is often excluded and bullied by the disciples of the sect, from a young age, as long as the mustard appears, there will be "accidents", and the mustard is often injured because of these "accidents".

Later, he learned to be smart, and took the initiative to hide in the medicine garden, where few people came, and because there was a big fat chicken that everyone hated, so they were afraid to avoid it, so it was simply a paradise for picking mustard.

But the feeding of the spirit chicken is not the same as others, the dislike of the spirit chicken is not only limited to the poisonous tongue seen by the mustard, but also for people who are not familiar with it, the spirit chicken has always been driven away directly.

But for the mustard picking, for the mustard, the attitude of feeding the spirit chicken is quite ambiguous, as if the existence of the mustard is special to others. Because this attitude was undecided, the mustard was safely in and out of this medicine garden with the special acquiescence of the spirit chicken.

One person and one chicken maintain a subtle tacit understanding, which seems to be dominated by mustard, but in fact, it is the spirit chicken that holds all the initiative in the medicine garden.

Feeding the spirit chicken, the legendary extremely rare guardian of the medicine field, is good at guarding the elixir in the medicine field, and can provide a safe place for the elixir. These include driving away and catching spirit insects that want to eat spirit plants, loosening soil, and watering spirit plants on their own. It can eat the spiritual plant of the root ** or the rotten part of a spiritual plant, including leaves, stamens or fruits, because the food is the spiritual matter in the medicinal field, so the excrement can be used as a good fertilizer.

Such a naturally grown god chicken will naturally not be scared of the little boy, and he has been deflated repeatedly, but he is just pretending to admit it.