Taking out the two crystal glass tubes, Ximen Xiaoye closed the lid of the gold cylinder and handed it to Wang Meng, "This is a reward for you, your suggestion is very good,"

"Ah, this, this is gold?" Wang Meng coldly took the heavy golden cylinder and asked in disbelief.

"That's right, it's pure gold, you can keep it as an heirloom," Ximen Xiao Yele patted Wang Meng's shoulder happily, "Go ahead, give this thing to your wife for safekeeping, you will lose it one day,"

Looking at Ximen Xiaoye's eyes that could not be refused, Wang Meng's nose was sour, and he nodded fiercely, this large piece of gold can't be exchanged for selling their whole family, and they will only have to die to repay it in the future.

Glancing at the figure of Wang Meng leaving quickly, under the refreshing starry sky, the breeze caressed his face, Ximen Xiaoye walked to the edge of the top of the mountain, and quickly dug out a long earthen ditch on the loose ground with a waist knife, which was no more than a foot deep.

"Click," the sharp blade slashed, cutting open a pipe, and Ximen Xiaoye, with the purple liquid and the small seedlings full of vitality and tender green, sprinkled evenly in the soil ditch, and buried the soil on his feet.

About ten steps back, and then a soil ditch, which had already killed most of the young seedlings, Ximen Xiao Ye counted them by the moonlight, and there were only three plants left in the Manchurian total, and they were successfully buried in the soil.

"Whew," gently exhaled, enduring the pain in his chest, Ximen Xiaoye got up, looked at the empty two tubes in his hand, and found that there were still a few drops of purple liquid in it, and sniffed it between his noses, a faint fragrance made him can't help but smash his mouth a few times, and the god made the ghost raise his hand and drink the medicine.

When Wang Meng rushed over with his team, the hundred households had already returned to the land temple, and Wang Meng did not delay, and assigned patrols and sentries in the middle of the night, needless to say, he had to keep an eye on it all night.

However, the two boys who were assigned to guard in front of the Land Temple were still energetic at first holding knives and guns, but in less than an hour, they couldn't hold it back, hurriedly dropped their battle positions, and looked for Wang Meng everywhere in a panic.

Under a secret sentinel reminder, Wang Meng, who was halfway up the mountain, revealed the sentry post where he was hiding.

Wang Meng, whose face was full of black lines, looked angrily at the two sergeants who came to find him, "Dog, Heizi, don't you two want to eat tomorrow, the sentry is scared like this, can you still be a sergeant in the future?" ”

By now, with Ximen Xiaoye's call, they are already sergeants, and they have their own food and salary, you know, half of the eldest son eats his father and mother to death, if it weren't for the acquiescence of the hundred households, they would still be hungry and spinning under the stone wall.

All military households and artisan households, not to mention that they are combined into military households, they can also tolerate Wang Meng Wang Hu and his own children running around the mountains, but also for the sake of being able to eat a full stomach, the sergeants of each family have limited food in their hands, and they can save half a liter is half a liter, and they will not starve to death on the road if they run away in the future.

"No, no, Brother Meng, we're not afraid, well, we're afraid," the boy named Dogan was trembling with a spear that was higher than a head, and he couldn't tell what he was doing. Fortunately, Kuroko had a bright brain, but he threw the iron knife halfway and let Wang Meng kick him several times.

"Brother Meng, this land temple is evil, don't you believe it, go there and take a look, that sapling is like a living person, growing vigorously, but it frightens the two of us," the sunspot who was still articulate was still clear, with a small black face, and finally made it clear.

"What, what do you say, there is such a thing?" Wang Meng was also taken aback by Heizi's words, looked at Heizi suspiciously, and saw that this kid didn't look like he was telling a lie, so he took two of his subordinates with anxiety, left the sentry post halfway up the mountain, and rushed to the land temple.

Under the bright moonlight, Wang Meng also saw a scene that he would never forget, three small saplings that had just reached knee height, ten steps apart, and two inches higher between breaths, and even, he could hear the slight cracking sound of jointing in the sapling.

None of them noticed that at the edge of the platform, ten paces away from the three saplings, large clusters of delicate shoots that had emerged from the ground spread out in the same direction towards the bottom of the mountain, far avoiding the three saplings.

"Oh my God, the land has appeared," Wang Meng, who whispered, ran towards the land temple with his legs drawn, and the two boys behind him also hurriedly followed.

In the Land Temple, next to the dim bonfire, Ximen Xiao sat quietly by the stone mill at night, and his younger brother and sister slept under the stone wall wrapped in quilts.

It is said that it is a large hall, but in fact it is only lying under a half-section of stone wall, and the statues of the gods have turned into a pile of broken mud, and there is not even a roof to protect them from the rain on their heads; Looking up at the starry sky, Ximen Xiao Ye felt very peaceful.

It's even better if there aren't mosquitoes flying around.

Tonight, Ximen Xiao Ye pressed the stone mill, took out a triangular army/thorn, and handed it to his younger brother Ximen Zuoshi, this sober brother made him very uneasy.

Probably the back of the head was hit, and Ximen Zuoshi, who had recovered his senses, although he couldn't remember how he was injured, but his face was obviously gloomy, except for the little sister and brother talking to him, he could smirk vigorously, and in the face of other people, he didn't have the slightest temperature at all, and no one could stand it with cold eyes.

Either accompany the little sister, or follow behind Ximen Xiaoye, at the end of the day, Ximen Xiaoye is also helpless, so he can only point to the stone mill on the ground, "You take care of this thing for me, if you don't say hello and move around, you will stab him to death directly,"

As a result, in Ximen Zuoshi's mind, there was a third important goal of care, which made him very distressed, with a bandage on his head, running in and out all day long, so busy that he even ate an extra bowl of rice.

"Tengteng," heavy footsteps came, and Ximen Zuoshi, who was snoring gently, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and touched the wall, in the ruins of this hall, no one was arranged to come in except for their family.

"It's okay, Zuo Shi, you sleep, I'm here," Ximen Xiaoye, who was in good spirits, just stuffed the two broken pipes into the stone mill, and the grinding disc barely turned for a while, but the three paintings disappeared in a flash, and nothing was taken out, and he didn't bother to think about it.

However, in his mind, the nine words that had destroyed the traces on the gold sheet that he had replaced with grain had been circling in his mind, "planting, grinding plate, pitting, turning, pattern," although he didn't know the meaning of the words, he could do it tonight, and it could be regarded as planting.

"Lord Baihu, I have something important to ask to see," At the entrance of the collapse outside the main hall, Wang Meng's serious soft cry made Ximen Xiao Ye frown, nothing major happened, I believe that Wang Meng will not run over recklessly.

Getting up, Ximen Xiaoye suddenly found that most of the pain in his chest had disappeared, and he no longer had to breathe, "Could it be that purple water?" ”

Walking out of the small hall, Ximen Xiaoye looked at Wang Meng, who was sweating profusely, "You kid, where did you go to make trouble?" ”

"Oh Baihu, how dare I make trouble, don't you know, outside, on that platform, there are three saplings, good guys, swishing up, but it frightens us," Wang Meng's performance was no better than the dog just now.

Wang Meng's slightly exaggerated tone immediately got the approval of the dog and the sunspot behind him, and the two boys stood there and nodded vigorously, for fear that Baihu would not believe it.

Ximen Xiao Ye pondered for a moment, and then his face turned pale, "Light the torch and go out to have a look," Perhaps, through this incident, the hearts of people can be brought together; Thinking of this, Baihu strode outside.

As soon as he moved, Uncle Kun, who was sleeping next to him, also quietly got up and followed.

On the small platform in front of the land temple, when Ximen Xiao came out at night, there were already black military households and craftsmen gathered outside the wall, and no one dared to say anything; In a terrifying atmosphere, in the hazy moonlight, I watched the three saplings grow at an incredible speed.

The torch was lit, and Ximen Xiaoye walked onto the platform, raised his eyes to look at the three saplings, and couldn't help but be shocked by the cracking sound of the bark crackling in his ears; If it weren't for the small seedlings he planted with his own hands, the number was not bad, and he would probably have avoided it from a distance, just like everyone else.

Seeking good fortune and avoiding evil is everyone's instinctive reaction to the fear of the unknown.

After a slight pause in his footsteps, Ximen Xiao Ye walked to the three saplings that had grown taller than his head, untied the cloth belt around his waist, and loosely tied it to the middle one, "The land god blesses, if my Shiguantun can be built, you let it break this belt, and Shiguantun hundred households Ximen Xiao worships at night,"

Taking two steps back, Ximen Xiaoye solemnly clenched his fists with both hands, bowed deeply to the small tree, and turned to leave; His voice was not high, but on the silent platform, everyone could still hear it clearly.

Xiao Ye went back to sleep, and Uncle Kun, who followed silently behind him, also left immediately, and he still had to take care of the two children.

Ximen Xiao Ye is also gambling, if he can't gather these people's hearts, he would rather take his younger siblings, go incognito, and flee to other towns to be a sergeant, or a battalion soldier, and go into battle to fight for fame until he can avenge his family; During this period, if they die in battle, the hatred will end here, and his younger siblings will not let them take risks.

This night, Ximen Xiao slept very smoothly at night, he knew that the people on the whole mountain were keeping vigil for themselves, and this was the most comfortable night he slept on.

The sky was bright, Ximen Xiao Ye was disturbed by the exclamations outside, and he couldn't sleep anymore, lifted the thin quilt on his body, walked out of the main hall with a knife, and walked out of the land temple along the short road.

"Whoa," outside the Land Temple, a group of more than 200 good men, women, and children, saw Ximen Xiao appear at night, and all knelt on the ground, "See the Lord of the Hundred Households,"

Ximen Xiao Ye was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, what appeared in front of him was three tall green trees; Overnight, from a weak young seedling to a tall tree, Rao is tenacious nerves also fluttered.

Handed the knife to his left hand and stepped forward, Ximen Xiao Ye touched the rough and cracked trunk, and then suddenly realized that he was not dreaming, but a fact that really happened in front of him.

The big tree, which was already holding a rough mine by himself, had already broken the belt he had tied to the tree, and Ximen Xiao Ye was sure that these three trees would continue to grow taller, and he had no way of knowing how large they could grow.

The miracle that happened overnight, so that the original dead popularity on the mountain, suddenly burst out with great enthusiasm, Ximen Xiao couldn't cry and laugh at night, the craftsmen led by Wang Dali, after solemnly meeting their own hundred households, the first thing they did was to ask for the rebuilding of the land temple.

This kind of enthusiasm, Ximen Xiao Ye could not be stopped, more than a dozen skilled craftsmen, in less than half a day, in the land temple closest to the big tree, for the hundred households to set up a strong wooden shed, more than 200 catties of stone mill, also quickly lifted out, causing the Ximen left stone array of anxiety.

To Ximen Xiaoye's surprise, staying within twenty steps of the tree, those mosquitoes that were originally buzzing around people did not dare to approach for half a minute, perhaps, it was the faint fragrance emitted by the trunk that could play a role in driving away.

Standing under the big tree, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in my ears, looking to the north, the dilapidated stone pass under the mountain is also full of vitality in the eyes of Ximen Xiaoye. The situation on the mountain, he may be able to control it.

Ximen Hanjuan took seven or eight little girls from the craftsmen, squatting under the big tree and playing with stones, Ximen Zuoshi carried a military thorn in his arms, and sat under the wooden shed with Uncle Kun to take care of the stone mill in front of him, and by the way, he could also see his little sister and brother, which made him very satisfied.

The reconstruction of the land temple did not affect Wang Dali's command of the work on the mountain, except for the transfer of some lucky people, everyone's shelter has not yet been settled, and he has to keep an eye on the daily water drawing team.

When several long ropes strung together shook the first bucket of water from the derrick, the heavy wooden barrel, the sweet pure water, Wang Dali handed it over to Ximen Xiaoye and dumped it under the big tree; When Baihu heard it, everyone was obviously relieved.

In addition to the big trees, Ximen Xiaoye quietly checked the edge of the stone platform, except that the green grass was more vigorous, and he couldn't see anything abnormal, so he gave up.

What he couldn't see was that ten paces away from the big tree, the large green grass and vine poles that spread out were also extending continuously on the mountain at an astonishing speed, and the slender rattans, soft and soft sharp buds, gradually turned black and purple under the hot sun.