When night fell, in a presidential suite in the Guanyue Building, a famous five-star hotel in Yuncheng, an old man in Tang costume was sitting behind his desk talking on the phone. This old man has a long beard and chest, lying silkworm eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his appearance is very majestic.

Liu Xuehai's voice came from the phone: "Boss, I fooled that kid away, hey, thinking of Lao Xi, I really have a fever on my face!"

The old man in Tang costume said indifferently, I have my own arrangements and hung up the phone.

There are two stacks of design drawings on the work, and there are vague overlooks of some highways. A young man in a suit and leather shoes, standing on the side in a regular manner, said: "Bai Lao, you see that this is a drawing from designers from Europe and the United States, and the estimated cost on both sides is basically the same. ”

The old man in Tang costume stood up, his fingers crossed along the map of Dahe, Yuncheng, Jiangbei Province, Dajiang, and Jiangnan Province, spared a circle, and finally stopped in a mountainous area, clicked lightly and said: "Redo the map, offset a little more, you must pass through here!"

The young man carefully remembered the location and immediately said, "Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow morning!"

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, looked at a picture of Xuemei on the wall, and said, "No, go now, let them change it overnight!"

The young man hurried away with a large stack of papers. The place that the old man pointed out just now is the mountainous area where the old house of the Ximen Jing family is located, and the intersection of the two highways seems to be a big X.

From the living room to the bedroom, there are more than a dozen huge flower pots, and an unknown plant that looks like an orchid is planted all over the pots. This is the pregnant Lingxian Zhi brought back from Liumang Mountain, the source of spiritual energy. Ximen Jing carefully used a small flower shovel to cultivate the soil in the flower pot, and the appearance was comparable to embroidery.

The ancient strange pregnant Lingxian Zhi, only in the classics appeared a scale and half a claw, no one has really seen it, and the cultivation method can not be found on the Internet, and I don't know if it likes dry, tide, sunny, shaded, what fertilizer is used, and what soil is adapted.

Ximen Jing could only use a stupid method to get more than ten flower pots, which were filled with peat soil, sandy soil, nutrient soil, raw soil in the valley, etc., and then poured different amounts of water, each pot was recorded, and slowly explored their habits.

I didn't even dare to use tap water for watering, but got snow from outside and melted it back home.

Wu Cong was busy for a long time, put down the watering can, and complained: "What is this, it's so expensive, it doesn't look like an eagle Su!"

The angry Ximen Jing rolled his eyes, what are the big officials doing with that thing, why are they dying?

"Brother Wu, you don't care about anything in the past two days, eat and drink well at home, serve these flowers well, and ask Lao Xia to take some money to rent a larger warehouse in the suburbs, it doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it's best to bring an independent courtyard, I'm useful." With that, he hugged a pot of pregnant spirit mushroom that was about to open and went back to the bedroom.

Wu Cong looked at his back and muttered: "It seems that the investment company can't do it, and it's ready to engage in agriculture, or if it's okay, agriculture-linked industries don't have to pay taxes." ”

Wu Chong washed up, returned to the guest room, reclined on the head of the bed, took out the book "General Guide to the Martial Arts" and began to study it.

The flower pot is placed on the bedside table, and next to it are straight knives, bony needles, and gloomy wood carvings. Ximen Jing seemed to be looking at his first love, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, staring closely at the budding bud, and silently recited in his heart: "The ancestral spirit is above, and the younger generations will learn from Ximen Jing sincerely respectfully, I only hope that this ancient wonder can take root and sprout and spread out all over the country, so that this world can reproduce the grand occasion of spiritual energy full of spiritual warriors." ”

Perhaps in response to that sentence, sincerity is the opening of the spiritual gold stone, Ximen Jing just made a wish, the budding bud slowly bloomed, and a rich aura erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Last night, the spiritual energy consumption was too great, and the spiritual sense was also a little damaged, so that I couldn't sense any spiritual power this morning. Ximen Jing was overjoyed, immediately sat down cross-legged, and began to slowly absorb the aura.

This time was different from the past, Ximen Jing was not in a hurry to directly incorporate the aura into the Xuanfu for refining, but manipulated the aura to first warm up the acupoints around the body, and after the meridian acupoints of the whole body began to emit a burning sensation, he led the aura into the Xuanfu. At this time, the aura was much purer, and the refining time was shortened by half compared to the past, which was the experience left by Dr. Li.

If there is really a world of difference between teaching and not teaching, every successful person stands on the shoulders of their predecessors. It is precisely because of the exploration and pioneering of the predecessors that the future generations can come naturally and avoid many detours, which is the true meaning of cultural inheritance.

A small flower bud, the aura contained is quite sufficient, enough for the meridians in Ximen Jing's body Xuanfu Gou is full of rivers, but the good family can't withstand the three punishments, there are straight knives and they are greedy to absorb, and there is not much left on him on average, only enough to fill some deficits and want to impact the acupoints, which is far from enough.

After Ximen Jing finished refining the absorbed aura, the indoor aura was already exhausted. And that pregnant spirit mushroom also quickly withered. No, Ximen Jing secretly said in his heart, this is not the case when he was in the mountains, after the eruption of the aura, the pregnant Lingxian Zhi will continue to spread the aura outward for a long time, why is it so different when transplanted to the home?

Could it be that it has something to do with the mountainous environment, or is it unaccustomed to the water and soil? Just as Ximen Jing was thinking hard, Wu Cong's knock on the door came, and he asked from outside the door: "Ximen, have you slept, have you something to talk about." ”

Ximen Jing knew that Wu Cong must have something important to do at this time, so he immediately got up and opened the door and let him in.

Wu Cong opened the last few pages of the "General Guide to the Martial Arts" in his hand, pointed to it and said, "Look, how can there be a blank page?"

The last few pages of "General Guide to the Martial Arts" are really white paper, and there is not even a single ink dot on it. If it had been printed, it would have not left a blank page, and it was not known how many more pages had been pinned when the book was handwritten.

Ximen Jing took the book, flipped through the blank paper a few times, and suddenly found a limerick poem at the end: 'It seems that in mid-May, the beautiful woman bought paper paste window lattices. My husband has been out for three years, and there is not a word in a letter. ’

Wu Cong came over and said: "I also saw this poem, and I studied it, but I didn't find any clues, and the career in the poem is inconsistent, you see, it's the middle of May, why do you buy paper-paste windows, not afraid of heat rash?"

Ximen Jing smashed his mouth and said, "Maybe this beautiful woman is pregnant and needs shelter from the wind, so she glues the window." ”

Wu Cong pointed to the last sentence and said, "Look, her husband has been out for three years, and she is pregnant? ”

"Maybe it's Uncle Wang next door, who knows!" Although Ximen Jing was talking nonsense, he kept thinking in his heart, this poem must have something to do with the blank page, it must be a riddle.