The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the night is quiet, but it can't make up for the grief. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next morning, before he woke up, the bright and warm sunlight had already shone through the window and shone on Yang Xiaoding.

The knock on the door sounded, waking Yang Xiaoding up from his sleep, Yang Xiaoding thought he was lying on his small bed in a daze, he didn't even bother to open his eyes, and reached out to touch the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Everywhere he went, Yang Xiaoding opened his eyes suspiciously, and the place where the cabinet was originally placed had become a bamboo basket full of dried flowers and plants, and the room was made of wood, and then he realized where he was now.

Obediently, I slept in a daze, I thought it was my own home, oops, the sun is rising so high, it's time to get up.

As soon as he sat up straight from the bed, there was another knock on the door, accompanied by the childish sound of a young man.

"Mr. Yang, have you gotten up, breakfast has been prepared."

"Oh, it's going to be fine right away, sorry, please wait a minute!" After hearing the voice, Yang Xiaoding immediately woke up, quickly dressed and got out of bed, he had already heard that the person who spoke was Yue Inscription, the son of the Great Elder he had seen last night, was about fifteen years old, and he was very delicate.

It is also strange to say that the group of people of the Yan Clan I saw yesterday were all strong and powerful, while the people of the Yao Clan were thin and weak, their feet were vague, and they would fall down if they pushed lightly.

After getting dressed neatly, Yang Xiaoding opened the door, and the immature young face appeared in front of his eyes, and sure enough, he guessed correctly, it was Yue Inscription.

He was dressed in black, his hair was tied in a black headband, and he was holding a basin of water in his hand.

"Mr. Yang, this is the water for washing, after you wash your face, come with me for breakfast!"

"Okay, thank you." Yang Xiaoding smiled politely, took the basin and brought it into the house.

Yue Mingwen behind him also followed, standing aside, as if he wanted to ask something but didn't dare to speak, he hesitated for a while and couldn't help but ask what he thought in his heart.

"Mr. Yang, did you think of a way to deal with the willow spirit last night, the elixir that my family planted this year has died, and my grandmother sighed all day long, if there is a way, maybe I can plant it again this year."

"Well, I came up with a way to try it out after breakfast last night." Yang Xiaoding replied while wiping his face with a towel.

"Really? That's great! Yue Mingwen's face suddenly showed a look of joy.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best to help."

"Well, Mr. Yang, you're amazing!" Yue Inscription looked at Xiang Yang Xiaoding's eyes, and the look of worship was even more obvious.

I heard that Mr. Yang attracted thunder to burn down the trees yesterday, if he was as powerful as Mr. Yang, he would have been able to clean up the willow essence a long time ago, and Abba and Aunt would not be sad because the herbs were destroyed.

Breakfast is eaten with Lingxin, but it is also simple, a plate of steamed buns, a plate of dim sum, and a bowl of porridge. Yang Xiaoding secretly glanced at Lingxin and found that her face was ugly, as if she hadn't slept well, it wouldn't be because of the Concerned Heart clan!

"I already have a way to deal with the Willow Spirit, you don't have to worry too much." Yang Xiaoding couldn't help but comfort her, the weak beauty Shenma is the easiest to arouse a man's desire to protect.

"Well, thank you Mr. Yang for your trouble." Lingxin smiled and thanked her, originally she also had a lot of hope, but last night's hexagram was too unlucky, it seems that this thing may not be so easy to do, and I don't know what will happen.

It's just that these things can't be told to Yang Xiaoding Ming, and they can't let the clansmen know about causing panic, so she can only bear it silently.

After breakfast, Yang Xiaoding asked the villagers to collect a large bucket of rooster blood and boy urine, both of which are full of yang energy, and should have a miraculous effect on the willow tree of yin attributes.

Commanding everyone to carry the vat, a group of people went to the location of the big willow tree in the mountain together.

Before he could get to the front, Yang Xiaoding had already felt the yin wind blowing on his face, the cold was biting, and the coldness through his body made people shiver.

The big willow tree stood proudly in the wind, but the plants around it withered and yellowed, leaving only a touch of green, standing alone.

Its entire body is covered with a layer of gray gas, and ordinary people will vomit and dizzy if they get closer, which is very uncomfortable.

Yang Xiaoding instructed everyone to sprinkle the liquid in the vat around the big tree a few times, allowing it to penetrate to the ground.

Strange to say, when the liquid comes into contact with the ground, it makes a "poof" sound and emits white smoke, as if it has been corroded.

As if sensing some danger, the uncle, who had been standing proudly, shook the huge canopy, and a few twisted branches swept away towards the villagers who had sprinkled liquid.

The onlookers were all shocked, retreated again and again, and exclaimed, Yang Xiaoding was not afraid when he saw the willow tree attacking, he directly pulled out and slashed it out, the blood-colored knife flashed, and the menacing branches were cut off and fell to the ground.

The willow tree trembled even more, and pulled out several branches and stretched them out in all directions, Yang Xiaoding couldn't take care of them at the same time, and his body was not very flexible, and he was soon wrapped around the branches and rolled him into the air.

The branches tightened quickly, the entangled Yang Xiaoding couldn't move, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground, just when Yang Xiaoding felt out of breath and was about to suffocate, a wisp of pale yellow powder floated over in the wind.

After touching the willow branch, the branch seemed to be poisoned, the original green quickly turned yellow and withered, the willow tree sensed the pain, loosened the restraint on Yang Xiaoding, and retracted the branch, but it was too late, the branch had completely yellowed and lost its vitality.

Yang Xiaoding, who lost his support, fell from mid-air, although the height was not large, he still threw him to a stumbling block, his eyes were full of stars, and his ears were buzzing for a while.

Lingxin hurriedly stepped forward, helped him up and sat on the ground, and asked him if he was injured.

Just now, she saw that Yang Xiaoding was attacked, and she was worried, so she took out the weed-removing powder in the clan and sprinkled it.

I didn't expect it to really work, but she didn't take into account that Yang Xiaoding was in mid-air, causing him to fall down, and she felt pain just by listening to the beautiful sound.

"Uh, that's okay." Yang Xiaoding moved his body, although his whole body ached, as if he had fallen apart, but there was no fracture, which was already a blessing in misfortune.

Because he was too close, the unique fragrance of the woman next to him reached the tip of Yang Xiaoding's nose, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the gorgeous face.