When all the books went out, Wu Daotian only left Huang Er in the back room.

"How are you arranging your affairs?" Wu Daotian asked lightly.

"Every town has arranged an informant, and there is really some news, and an informant has a message that there is a mysterious helper in their neighboring village... ”

Wu Daotian said lightly: "Wait a little longer, after a while, you will poke the news to the county lieutenant Ma... ”

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It is now the end of May, and it is the season of sowing seeds in Linggu, which is a big event, the government began to distribute Linggu seeds, and the mayors of each town use the technique of cloud and rain to rain down spiritual rain every day to increase the humidity and aura of Lingtian, and enter the season of planting Linggu, Linggu is generally sown in May and harvested at the end of October.

In the blink of an eye, in the middle of July, Linggu bloomed, and in about five days, the grout began to be filled. After grain filling, the inside of the grain is white milk slurry, and in the early stage of milk ripening, the weight of the grain ear increases rapidly, and the white milk slurry-like rice grains formed after grain filling gradually harden.

Mama Li, Sang Chuanshi, and Wu Baisheng have been very nervous recently, and the three of them are each in a township, observing Linggu day and night, according to records, if in the filling period of Linggu, white filaments are produced, which means that a large area of white filaments has begun to be produced.

The three of them looked solemn in the county office, this year, there are six towns in the Linggu have produced white filaria, the form is very severe, it seems that it is difficult to avoid other counties.

Sure enough, after a few days, news came from all over the country that Linggu had been victimized.

The Great Shang Dynasty also began to take action, and after the government and the Spirit Planter Chamber of Commerce coordinated, the third-level Spirit Planters of the Spirit Planter Chamber of Commerce in each province were borrowed by the government to deal with diseases everywhere below.

On this day, several officials of Bacheng County received a guest ceremoniously, and Wu Baisheng, Sang Chuanshi, and Mama Li also accompanied them.

This guest, looking in his twenties, was full of white hair, with a cold face, and was wearing a blue robe. The third-level spirit planter is respected wherever he goes, so he is a little polite to the three second-level spirit planters.

If the red makeup was here, he would definitely recognize this person, but it was the third-level spirit planter who appeared in Anshenglin that day.

Facing the greetings of several officials, the white-haired young man's face was cold.

"My time is precious, don't talk nonsense, take me to Lingtian now, explain first, I will take action in other towns, but I will definitely not take care of Dingjiang Town." ”

Several officials were a little embarrassed, but they didn't say anything more, and arranged for Wu Baisheng, Shang Chuanshi, and Mama Li to entertain them. Wu Daotian was also left behind, and followed a few people to Lingtian in the town below, and along the way, the white-haired young man was cold, as if he didn't have any feelings.

The leaves of Linggu were a little wilted, and the white-haired young man took a brief look at it, and he had a general idea in his heart. He stretched out a hand and conjured a few spells, and a mist rose in his palm, as if he was holding a heaven and earth formed by a cloud and mist. The blue-clothed middle-aged man opened his mouth and spit out, a flying sword flew out of his mouth, and the flying sword circled rapidly in the small world of clouds and mist in the palm of his hand, and there seemed to be a rain of swords in the small world in the palm of his hand, and the mist turned into countless small swords, which were obviously transformed by the mist, but they were all contaminated with a trace of golden essence, and then flew out of the palm of his hand and drilled into the spirit valley.

Wu Daotian's heavenly eyes looked through, and he saw that the cloud and mist flying sword dissipated after drilling into the spirit valley, and a golden essence sword was formed in the stalk of the spirit valley, accurately piercing the white filament worm in the spirit valley, looking at a very simple thing, Wu Daotian knew that this was already the prototype of the evolution of the world, which was the birth of gold and water.

He thought in his heart, this cloud and mist world must be the key, most of the Huang Ting real people will evolve the Sumeru realm in the Huang Ting Dan, but this spirit planter has opened up another way, directly outside the body to evolve the small world, although this small world outside the body is very simple, only composed of water mist, but it can be integrated into different five elements, this blue-clothed middle-aged man will integrate the flying sword into it, so that gold and water are born.

I have to say that this is indeed a shortcut, directly skipping the evolution of the Sumeru realm and evolving to the final transformation realm, but this method is only suitable for spirit planters, not for everyone.

Wu Daotian stretched out his hand to try, and a cloud and mist world was formed in his palm, but how to add the other five elements to this world.

At this time, a voice came: "Master, you have drilled the horns of the bull, not to add it, but to let the five elements generate each other, you can integrate me into this cloud and mist world and try it." ”

Wu Daotian smiled dumbly.

The mind flowed, and the flying sword Liying appeared in the cloud and mist world, and the shadow quickly circled in the palm, and the cloud and mist completely dissipated, and then the sword body of the shadow continued to release the clouds and mist, and a new cloud and mist world was formed.

The white-haired young man said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to have such a good understanding, you can comprehend the birth of gold and water at a young age, and you can evolve when you see me use it once." What's your name, a disciple of that family?"

"My name is Wu Daotian, and I am a disciple of the Wu Mansion in Bacheng. Wu Daotian bowed and replied.

The white-haired young man said to Wu Baisheng: "Your Wu Mansion has such an amazing disciple, why didn't you apply for a spirit planter, I know the spirit planter of the Daimyo Mansion, but I don't have an impression of this Wu Daotian's name." ”

Wu Baisheng said a little embarrassed: "I was going to go, but I didn't have time to do it." ”

"Are you so busy?"

"It's not that I'm busy, it's that my grandson is a little busy, he is not only the secretary of the county government, but also the current head of our Wu Mansion. Lanling City, which he went to during the Chinese New Year, has only returned to Bacheng now, so he hasn't returned to Wu Mansion for almost half a year. Wu Baisheng hurriedly explained.

"Your Wu family is really eclectic, such a young family master, it's the first time I've seen him, then I'll go back and fill in his name, he won't have to go to Bacheng, let's be a second-level spirit planter first." "The white-haired young man is no longer cold, but he is a good talker to his own people. But he changed his words and said: "The three of you are a lot older, and you can't even compare to the comprehension ability of a little doll, I used to be more optimistic about the three of you, but I didn't expect that there has been no growth for so many years." ”

The three of them blushed, but they couldn't argue with anything.

The white-haired young man said to Wu Daotian again: "Lanling County has not had a fourth-level spirit planter for many years, if you become a third-level spirit planter in the past few years, it is very likely to impact, I will give you the spirit planter of the Daimyo Mansion." ”

Wu Daotian said: "I am sure that I will be able to become a third-level spirit planter in the next few months, I don't want the name of the president, can I move the spirit planter chamber of commerce of the Daimyo Mansion to Bacheng." ”

The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Give you half a year, if you can do it, where the Spirit Planter Chamber of Commerce will move, you will designate it, and I will also be sent by you." ”

The white-haired youth fell into deep thought.

Fifty years ago, there was a boy named Fufeng, a boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, how much wrong could he do, but others said that he was wrong, and he was wrong because he fell in love with a young girl.

By chance, Fufeng met a son, two years older than him, and he was also a teenager, and the two talked happily, so they became very ordinary friends from strangers.

The first time I saw the girl, Fufeng followed the girl's brother to her house, the girl was swinging in the yard, but above the swing, it was her maid, the girl pushed and pushed hard behind her back!

When he returned home, the young man Fufeng pestered his mother, begged his father, and gave a heavy dowry.

On the second day, the boy asked the boy to choose two stout trees, and he set up a beautiful swing himself. He thought, in the future, when the girl comes, let the maid sit on it, and the girl can push and push as much as she wants!

Because of the etiquette, before getting married, the boy could not see the girl, so the boy changed his way to visit her brother often, just because there was a faint resemblance between the eyebrows of the brother and sister.

It was originally a very ordinary friend, but they slowly became familiar with it, and the two traveled to famous mountains and rivers together, discussed the chivalrous demeanor of the rivers and lakes together, and drank together until they got drunk。。。。。。

The girl's brother often mentions his sister, saying that his sister usually reads a lot of books, and may be more rebellious in thought. The boy Fufeng said that this was good, but the girl's brother was worried.

The boy likes girls who read a lot, although he himself doesn't like to read, the boy prefers girls who push the girl on the swing, and even with it, the boy began to like his brother.