The rain poured like a mouthful, and it hit his hat with a clatter, forming a small rain curtain.

He looked up slightly, revealing a sharp chin and thin lips.

He turned around and looked at the weak peony flowers and thin rhizomes in the wind and rain, as if they would be broken by the wind.

Immediately, he walked over again.

Because he was wearing a heavy coat, when he walked over, the rain almost hit the delicate peony flower along the coat.

He hurriedly made a dodge, stretched out his hand and put the back basket on the ground, and groped out a medicine hoe from the herbs, gently loosened the soil, and got the peony flowers out.

In the back basket, pull open a place, let the peony flower lie inside, put in the medicine hoe, and carefully cover the lid of the back basket.

With these in mind, continue to carry the basket on your back, and continue to walk down the mountain with steady steps.

The rain was still heavy, the dark clouds in the sky had not dissipated, the wind was raging, and everything was like an ink painting with a splash of ink.

As he descended the mountain, the rain stopped.

The sky after the rain is blue and blue.

The air is filled with the fresh smell of leaves and buds, and between breaths, there is a burst of coolness.

Daxiangguo Temple, is a thousand-year-old temple on the outskirts of the capital, the incense is extremely vigorous, the nearby villagers, dignitaries, even the queen mother in the palace, all like to come to this Xiangguo Temple.

Daxiangguo Temple, located in the middle of Qingliang Mountain, has a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery.

Every major festival, there are many people, but now it is summer, and few people come to the temple.

He came back with the medicine basket on his back, and along the way, he met many small novices, and they all stopped their work and greeted him.

Van Lin bowed slightly.

He entered through the back door, and walked up the stone steps to the outside of his room, where he took off his robe and hat and began to tending to the herbs he had gathered.

As soon as I opened the lid, I smelled a strange fragrance, it was the white peony.

The petals are like jade, the buds are trembling and wonderful, and the fragrance that comes out of it is even more fragrant and fragrant.

Fan Lin first took out this weak peony flower, and then found a clay pot in the courtyard, and gently planted this white peony.

It was windy and rainy just now, and one or two petals of this peony flower had been rolled off, and it looked really pitiful.

Fan Lin stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched the petals of the peony flower.

The petals shook slightly, and the originally snow-white petals were still a little pink.

Fan Lin felt strange in his heart, holding the peony flower in both hands, gently resting it under the porch, and turned to concoct those herbs again.

When the sun fell, Fan Lin was going to go to the evening class, he held the peony flower, rested on the side of the bed, closed the door and went out.

Inside the house, quietly, only the window on the side was still open, the sky was light, and the afterglow of the sun was sprinkled in, and the snow-white and transparent peony flowers were also lightly shrouded in a layer of orange halo.

Su Nuo......

For a moment, I was a little stunned.

From the storm just now, she has been sluggish until now.

In my mind, I have not been very clear, especially when the rhizome has left the soil, and there was a moment of soul shelling, until the rhizome continued to be rooted in the soil, which was a little more comfortable.

In this world, she is a peony flower demon, because her cultivation is still shallow, and when she was cultivating before, she was attacked by a fox spirit, so she returned to the prototype.

It turns out that the plot in the story is full of twists and turns.

After the little flower demon was rescued by the monk, they cultivated separately and did not interfere with each other, and finally after the little flower demon fully recovered, he dropped a flower elixir, and he quietly returned to the mountains and forests to continue to cultivate.

In this world, it is natural to have her aura heroine, called Ling Yuyan, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who has been talented and intelligent since she was a child, looks like a fairy, and is very wise, when she was three years old, she was valued by the national teacher and learned spells.

By the time she was fourteen years old, she was already able to go out on her own to slay demons.

Qingliang Mountain is her first battlefield, and her first spirit pet little fox is obtained from Qingliang Mountain.

The little fox, originally in Qingliang Mountain, relied on his own clever cultivation, and he didn't really want to rely on a mortal, even if he had a spell.

But when I was caught, I had to aggrieve my body and recognize the lord first, until later, I found out that the master I recognized had such a high status and status, and it was simply delicious and spicy to follow her.

It's completely pampered and pampered.

Later, when the little fox followed Ling Yuyan into the mountain again, he met the little flower demon, and said a few words of gossip in Ling Yuyan's ear, and the righteous and awe-inspiring Ling Yuyan directly killed the little flower demon.

The little flower demon, although he is a little goblin, died in the end and was very wronged.

After the little flower demon died, the little fox directly devoured its demon power.

Later, as Ling Yuyan became more and more powerful, more and more demons were killed, and the little fox received more and more nourishment, and finally, the little fox finally transformed into a human, or a charming beauty, she felt that she was not much better than Ling Yuyan, especially now that her spell is not low, why should she be the master and herself as a servant.

In a fight, the little fox defected, Ling Yuyan was hit hard, and finally escaped with the help of others.

Of course, in the end, this fox spirit was still killed by Ling Yuyan's thunder sword, and his soul was scattered, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.

Su Nuo sighed lowly, drooped down the leaves, and even the flowers softened together, and she was very depressed.

Now she can't leave the dirt, and she has to root in it every day.

Even later, if you can leave the soil and cultivate, you have to start all over again.

That damn vixen, she didn't want to cultivate well, just thinking about the side door, and after recognizing the master, she let her take a shortcut.

Although in the end, she died a miserable death, but during this period, how many demon spirits did she hurt?

Su Nuo rolled up the leaves and snorted.

She's not going to let it go, this vixen.

Wait for her!

Su Nuojiao yawned, the petals gradually retracted, and began to sleep.

When he came back, he only saw the clear moonlight outside the window, flowing in.

The white peony's body was shrouded in a layer of light moonlight, and it looked like a fairy in the moon.