Lu Botong led Chu Lan to drive out of the main city of Xuanhua Mansion, and walked a few miles in the fields before he saw the thatched house standing alone in the field.

In front of the door, there are two green willows, the branches and leaves are very luxuriant, and there are many shady herbs planted underneath, surrounded by a wooden fence, and three or five chicks are kept in captivity, and an old man with gray hair and gray beard is teasing them.

Chu Lan felt that this scene was very freehand, the blue sky and white clouds, the green mountains and green forests, a thatched house, two weeping willows, three or five chicks, this kind of fairy-like pastoral life is really fascinating, if you are old, the world is peaceful, how comfortable it is to be able to retire in such an environment.

He touched his face and shook his head while thinking about it, how old he was now, it was too early to think about these things.

Lu Botong stopped the carriage, Chu Lan lifted the curtain, and the two walked side by side to the thatched hut.

Lu Botong smiled and said, "Mr. Sikong, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The old man, dressed in his washed and grayling clothes, did not raise his head, but still teased the chicks, as if in his eyes, there was nothing more important than teasing the chicks.

He said lightly, "Something?"

Lu Botong obviously knew the other party's temperament, and he didn't feel embarrassed, just snorted.

He pushed open the fence gate, and Chu Lan followed him into this small courtyard.

Looking at this old man up close, his spirit is good, although it has been carved with serious traces by the years, but his spirit is still full. But it's no wonder that it's hard to cultivate oneself in such a comfortable environment.

Lu Botong squatted down, and also wanted to tease the fluffy little yellow chicken cubs, Sikong Liuyun waved his arm, and a silver needle had already slipped out of his sleeve, Lu Botong hurriedly withdrew his hand, this old doctor's medical attainments have entered the realm. The silver needle that pierced the needle to heal the sick had become a weapon for him, like the embroidery needle of the cardinal thief.

Chu Lan's heart moved, this can't be the red-clothed thief, right? As soon as this thought came to him, Chu Lan wanted to reach out and slap himself, there was no spiritual power fluctuation coming out of this old man's body, obviously he had never cultivated, the use of the silver needle was just a martial art that he had figured out by himself, even an old man like Lu Botong could dodge it, how could he stab Jiang Longyuan and Fan Wenxing's eyes?

Lu Botong smiled, "Don't be like this, Brother Sikong, I came today to ask for something, and I brought you two jars of aged Fenjiu for decades."

After speaking, a light flashed on the ring, and Lu Botong's hands were flat, and two jars of wine had already appeared in his hands out of thin air.

Slapped open the mud seal, and suddenly a mellow aroma of wine spread out with the wind.

The old man's nose moved, and then he raised his head, grabbed a jar of wine very invisibly, opened his mouth and poured it, and a lot of it flowed out.

After taking a big sip, he turned around and walked to the hemp recliner next to him and lay down, crossed Erlang's legs, and burped, then looked at the two of them, and he asked

"Tell me, what are you doing?"

Lu Botong felt that there was a play, and immediately laughed and said, "Eh, this little brother brought a bottle of water, you can see what the ingredients are and how to solve it"

Sima Kong lowered his head to drink, his eyelids drooping lazily, "Do you know my rules here?"

"Eh, isn't this giving you good wine to drink, what else do you want, accommodating?"

The old man sneered, "Hey, if you still want to fool me, you say that you eat people with a short mouth, and I will drink this wine, and the rules I have set will not be changed when the king of heaven comes, what can you do with me?"

The corners of Lu Botong's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to talk.

Chu Lan was puzzled, "I don't know what the rules are here?"

The old man raised his eyelids, as if to say something that was taken for granted, "The rooster lays eggs, the iron tree blooms, the clouds fall on the horizon, and the sun rises in the east!"

"" Chu Lan almost burst into foul language, this is too tricky, just say that if you don't help, you won't get it, no wonder Lu Botong said that this person is a little weird, this TM is too weird.

The old man picked up the fan that was put aside, shook it gently, and added, "Can't do it? Then I won't go out of the mountain in my life!"

Chu Lan's expression was gloomy, and he was about to turn around and leave, when his mind suddenly moved, and he stopped again.

He looked at the old man and asked, "Do you have an iron tree here?"

Iron tree is also called cycad, is an ancient tree species, iron tree flowering meaning is excellent, there is great wealth, good life implication, but the iron tree flowering is not regular, the iron tree in the south in the high temperature environment, also have to be decades to have the opportunity to open, in the north iron tree flowering is even rarer.

Sikong Liuyun stood up lazily, lazily put down the pu fan in his hand, and walked lazily to the back of the house.

Obviously, he thought that most of this young offspring was crazy, although among these four things, only the iron tree blossomed and had a certain chance of success, but it was by no means possible to do it by manpower.

All things have their own laws of evolution, follow the four seasons, and grow according to their own habits, so it is difficult for manpower to change, and besides, this iron tree does not have the capital to bloom, so it is difficult to say?

Of course, Chu Lan is not crazy, he already has a way in his heart, but whether he can succeed or not depends on the will of God, and there is a certain element of gambling.

But compared to the absurd things such as the clouds falling in the sky, the sun rising in the east, and the rooster laying eggs, the iron tree blooming is the only chance.

The old man Sikong came out of the back of the hut with a pot of iron trees that were not growing well, the branches and leaves were drooping, as if there was a little kidney deficiency, and in dialect it was Yanyou. Looks half-dead.

The corners of Chu Lan's mouth twitched, but when the old man put down this pot of iron trees, he had already acted.

The sound of the dragon's groan suddenly came out of this space, and the dragon's groan thundered.

Lu Botong and Old Man Sima were obviously taken aback, but they didn't expect this young man to have such a thing.

Three dragon qi churned out on the surface of Chu Lan's body, the golden dragon had five claws, and the scales were bright, with a momentum of their own, swimming around Chu Lan's body with great intimacy.

Chu Lan stretched out his fingers to pull, and the three dragon qi churned around the iron tree, and after the golden light was flourishing, it was nourishing the growth of this iron tree.

These dragon qi are part of the luck of the entire Ichthyosaur Country, and they already contain many mysteries, but I don't know if they can catalyze the flowering of this iron tree.

If the deacon of the Fish and Dragon Kingdom of the Hongyun Chamber of Commerce is here, he will definitely blow his beard and stare at him, how can he use the luck of a great country to do such a ridiculous thing as urging the iron tree to bloom.

Chu Lan was whimsical, and he didn't have a bottom in his heart, but it seemed that doing so was the only way.

The dragon's aura swirled, forming a circle of golden light mist, surrounding this wilting iron tree, and there were special energy fluctuations around it, which were different from spiritual power, with a strong vitality.

The originally drooping branches and leaves of the iron tree slowly stood up, and they regained their spirits, as if they had been injected with hormones, and their "complexion" became much better.

Chu Lan showed a look of joy in his eyes, and stepped up his traction on the three dragon qi.

Old man Sima and Lu Botong glanced at each other, and they both saw the shocked look in each other's eyes.

Could it be that this delicate boy in front of him can really make this half-dead iron tree bloom?

Lu Botong was really shocked by Chu Lan's methods, he had read countless people, and he had already seen that this young man in black was not simple, and he definitely had a lot of secrets on him, but he didn't expect that he really had such a means to defy the sky

He has been suffering from the old man Sikong, but there is no way, now seeing the shocked appearance of the old man Sima, his jaw is about to dislocate because of the big opening, he hehe, he thought to himself, "This time, you have nothing to say."

Sikong Liuyun naturally didn't know what Lu Botong was thinking, but he was nervously watching the young man who was pulling the three dragon qi to nourish the iron tree.

muttered, "Could it be that I have lived in seclusion for more than ten years, and today I really want to go out of the mountain again?"

However, he is not a pedantic person, the so-called rules are just gimmicks, and they are an excuse for not wanting to be contaminated with red dust and trivial matters, he saw the three heaven-shattering dragon qi on Chu Lan's body, and he already made up his mind in his heart, even if this young man couldn't let the iron tree bloom, he had to help with this favor.

Three hours had passed, and Chu Lan's black robe had been soaked with sweat, and pulling dragon qi had consumed a lot of physical and mental power, but he was still persisting and didn't want to give up halfway.

Lu Botong occupied the master's recliner and was pouring himself a drink, drinking extremely leisurely, but Mr. Sima kept staring at Chu Lan motionless, he felt that he might witness a miracle today.

It was already dusk, but the small courtyard in the field was not calm, and the aura here was very strong, and it was not the kind of aura that was usually said.

It's cloudy, empty and confused. The green glow is surging, and the gods are swirling.

The light was like a golden disc that had just been baked, brilliant and brilliant, enveloping the iron tree.

The iron tree has gradually rejuvenated, as if it has ushered in the second spring, the wind is blowing, the branches and leaves are shaking, and the rui qi is vigorous.

Chu Lan was not easy, his face was a little pale, and he had lost his strength.

The three dragon qi finally rotated and slowed down, slowly leaving the area around the iron tree, and returned to Chu Lan's body one after another, Chu Lan collapsed to the ground, meditating and pranayama.

Although the iron tree is now vigorous, it is not as open as the so-called flower tree.

Lu Botong, who was a little drunken and hazy, glanced at Chu Lan's side, instantly sobered up, stood up slowly, and walked to the side to check.

Seeing that the iron tree still hadn't bloomed, he couldn't help but sigh and regret

"Little Brother Chu has worked hard for so long, but still failed?"

The corners of Chu Lan's mouth, who had closed his eyes and recovered, turned out to be a "God of War evil smile"

The originally silent Iron Tree suddenly let out a pop, like a fart.

Lu Botong and Sikong Yun's eyes widened, staring at its changes.

There was a small flower bone in the center of the iron tree, and then a leaf was freed up inside, yellow and red, and if you looked closely, it was not a leaf, but a petal.

Then it stirred up a chain reaction, and the petals were put again and again, and in a blink of an eye, they were already blooming in the center of the iron tree, bright yellow with red glow.

Although the flowers in full bloom were not pretty, not even as heavy as the wildflowers on the side of the road, but in the eyes of the two of them, under the faint sunset, its magic was better than everything they had seen in their lives.

The iron tree, which had not bloomed for decades, had really bloomed under the nourishment of Chu Lan's three dragon qi.

Lu Botong and Sikong Yun's voices trembled, and they said in unison, "It's done?!"

Chu Lan took out the bottle of stream water taken from Qingxi Town from Na Jie, handed it to Sikong Yun, and said respectfully

"Then it's troublesome seniors"

Sikong Yun seemed to have a big dream, but he didn't expect the young man in front of him to really do it.

Taking the small bottle handed out by Chu Lan, he muttered, "You kid is really interesting, if you see my grandson in the future, maybe you can be friends!"

Chu Lan asked, "The grandson of the predecessor also thinks that the Holy Hand of the Medical Dao?"

"No, he's not just a good guy, he's an out-and-out bastard"

"What's his name?"

"Chasing the wind!"

Lu Botong's eyes widened, and he asked a little hurriedly, "The famous king of thieves on the rivers and lakes, chasing the wind?"