After eating at noon, Jingpu and his group began to grow medicinal herbs.

Many of these medicinal herbs, especially the ones that immortal cultivators need, were all brought by Yun Qiyao for Jing Pu, and at that time in the study, Jing Pu said, Yun Qiyao remembered it on the side, and let people send them all over the next day.

These herbs or something, Lingju and the others all knew what they were, so they didn't ask much.

And there are some medicinal herbs here, which are very ordinary ones that Jingpu bought in Qinghe Town, and Yun Qiyao and the others have never seen them.

At this time, Yun Qiyao looked at the other bamboo basket of herbs, and asked with some curiosity:

"Senior, what are these herbs for?"

Jingpu turned his head and glanced at it, then said slightly:

"Everything, it's useful anyway."

Yun Qiyao looked at the herbs in the small bamboo basket, and suddenly asked curiously:

"What's the use?"

Jingpu: "......"

Jingpu walked over, picked up the small bamboo basket and pouted:

"What's the use, it's for you, you often don't have this big curse, or where you fall into the devil, when something happens to you, the people around you can't cure you, and when the time comes, I'll take my things and hurry up, and I'll catch the blind when the time comes."

Jingpu's words made Yun Qiyao and Lingju both slightly stunned, and both of them couldn't help but purse their lips, looking at Jingpu's figure of picking up seeds and bending down to plant, their eyes were full of tenderness.

After a busy afternoon, I finally planted medicinal herbs on the side of the backyard wall.

Jingpu rolled up his sleeves, and after washing his hands covered with dirt in the basin handed over by Ling An'an, he suddenly looked at the people who were packing up their things next to him:

"By the way, let's plant a tree together, shall we?"

After Jingpu's words were finished, everyone was stunned, and the next second they all nodded and said yes.

The matter of planting trees is not a whim of Jingpu, and the prospect of Pu always feels that there is something missing in the front yard.

There is a small gazebo in the front yard, and when I add a swing and a table tennis table, I always feel empty.

The prospect of Pu wanted to plant a tree, but it was just chasing things, and he never had a chance.

Today, everyone is here, so let's plant it together, and it can be regarded as leaving some footprints.

Moreover...... Actually, these people are leaving...... Jingpu will also be reluctant.

On weekdays, don't look at Jingpu's expression, no reaction, in fact, Jingpu is also uncomfortable.

Even, Jingpu felt that he was the most uncomfortable person.

You said that everyone is in their yard every day, happy, talking and laughing, how lively.

As a result, as soon as these people left, there were only cats and dogs left here in Jingpu, and Jingpu was afraid that he would not be able to stand this quiet atmosphere for a while.

This man, it is very quick to go from silence to bustle, but if you go from bustle to silence, it will be too difficult.

Therefore, these people are leaving, so they will plant trees together, which can be regarded as leaving a thought for Jingpu, and when Jingpu really thinks about these people, just look at the tree, Jingpu is still a very emotional person.

Otherwise, you said that this Nether Continent is so big, even if you ride a dragon horse and don't use the spatial wormhole, I'm afraid that there are some places that you won't be able to reach in your lifetime.

When the time comes, Jingpu will miss these people, but what can I do?

After all, this place is different from the earth, no matter where you go, a two-hour domestic flight, you can go wherever you want, if you want to think about it, it is really useless, so, or look at the tree, reliable.

As for what tree to plant, Jingpu doesn't care, anyway, he just leaves a thought for himself, whatever he wants.

Jingpu looked at the big willow trees under his mountain, and in the end, Ling Anan asked the people of the Divine Sword Sect to send a willow sapling.

Lie Chun and Lingjing dug a pit in the southeast corner of the front yard of Jingpu.

Lingju carefully planted the small sapling into it, while Yun Qiyao buried the soil.

In the end, Ling Anan scooped a scoop of water and poured it on it.

Jingpu put his hands behind his back and watched all this quietly, not to mention, this kind of picture feels quite warm, Jingpu still likes it very much.

After these things were done, Jingpu nodded and said that he could cook, and he would cook by himself today.

However, Lingju was on the side, and suddenly turned to look at Jingpu with a blazing gaze:

"By the way, senior, I heard that mortals have a way to pray, which is to write their wishes into a bamboo tube and hang them on a tree, shall we do it too?"

After Lingju finished speaking, Yun Qiyao's eyes lit up, and she ran to Jingpu with some excitement, and nodded again and again:

"Yes, yes, senior, let's pray too, right?"

Jingpu raised his eyebrows slightly, this kind of prayer is also found on the earth, and this kind of thing is very common in some scenic spots.

However, at this time, Lingjing next to him was carrying a hoe and pouted:

"Sister, how old are you, that kind of faith, if you write a wish and hang it on the tree, you can realize it, then what else do you have to work on, if that kind of thing can be successful, then hang me ...... tree"

Before Lingjing's words were finished, two sharp eyes glared at him instantly, Lingjing looked at the somewhat sharp gazes of Lingju and Yun Qiyao, shrunk his neck, and didn't dare to say anything.

And Jingpu naturally didn't believe in that kind of thing, but Jingpu still nodded and said:

"Okay, let's write."

In the end, after Jingpu moved out of a table, everyone wrote their wishes on the paper, and everyone wrote their own wishes, no one was allowed to read them, and no one said them, after all, the wishes would not work if they said it.

In the end, everyone put all their wishes in a small bamboo tube and sealed their mouths with spiritual power, so that the wishes inside the bamboo tube would not be wet by wind and rain.

In the end, everyone tied the little red rope and tied it to the little sapling.

Jingpu looked at the little sapling in front of him and smiled helplessly.

The little sapling was not much bigger, and as a result, it was now tied to seven bamboo tubes, because this Hermione finally came up, and looked so funny that they wanted to tie one together.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like his mother's seven gourd babies......

However, after all, the busy work was over, everyone cleaned up, and Jingpu began to cook......

Time passed in a hurry, and a month later, the Wanzong Grand Ceremony was about to come to an end, and in more than a week, it was about to end.

And in the early morning of one day, Jingpu was lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard, drinking morning tea while drinking the morning tea that Lingju was helping him make on the side, while watching Lingjing and Lie Chun play table tennis in table tennis.

Yun Qiyao and Ling Anan are cooking in the kitchen.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

After Jingpu looked back at the door, he shouted into the house:

"Hermione, open the door!"

Hermione trotted obediently, and the gate of the yard opened open.

And as soon as Hermione opened the door, he was only stunned for a moment, and then suddenly pounced on him with an excited face and said:

"Brother Suo Xin~~~"