In the early morning of the next day, Qianye stepped on the dew and landed at the foot of Fennel Mountain.

After a long talk with Lu Xiangshan last night, Qian Yi naturally wanted to go to Shenguan Valley earlier, but there was no reason to miss the class in the Hanging Pot Palace in the morning, so he rushed over after breakfast.

Compared to He Fanggong, Qian Yi knew less about the Hanging Pot Palace, and among the six courses that Nan Xiaoyi helped him choose, only the Hanging Pot Palace did not react to his absenteeism from beginning to end, and there was not even a reward like He Fanggong. The Hanging Pot Palace seemed to have no idea that there was a student like him, and it didn't seem to care about the identity of his first-class student.

When he arrived at Fennel Mountain, Qianyi's eyes broke into the rolling medicine fields, or in the shade of the trees, or among the flowers, and there was no end in sight.

Thousands also walk on the ridges, such as suddenly into the farmhouse, only the rooster barks and the dog barks, not in the ear. At this early hour, many students in the medicine field are already busy, cultivating soil, top dressing, irrigation, and pruning...... At first glance, there are not many people, but in fact, almost every medicine field has students.

Of course, there are also medicine fields that no one takes care of, such as the one where Chiya passed by at this time.

Perhaps it is here that leads to the mountain gate of the Hanging Pot Palace, and there are often people walking to take care of it, so the owner does not pay much attention to the medicine field, and the sun shines all over the hut on the edge of the medicine field, and there is no movement.

Qian Yi is not interested in this small strangeness, he cares about the vibrant medicine field, as a healer, Qian also has an extraordinary love for medicinal herbs, in the early morning, can stroll among the medicinal fragrances, watch the herbs grow in the morning light, the wind is born under the sleeves, Lan down the heart of the mountain, is there anything more delightful than here?

Therefore, when Qian Ye found a coptis plant that was about to dry up, he immediately frowned.

He squatted down and carefully inspected the cause of the drying up of Coptis chinensis, and soon he found that the roots of this Coptis chinensis were stony, blocking the water source, so he dug out the gravel with a snap of his fingers, and attracted a stream of water, which slowly seeped into the surroundings of Coptis chinensis, and finally carefully cultivated the soil for it, and then got up.

Qianyi's eyebrows had just loosened, and when he got up, he was startled again.

Because while he was irrigating the soil, an old man dressed in light yellow and thick was standing behind him at some point. The old man hung his sleeves with his hands, a pair of Ruifeng eyes that had been eroded by the years squinted slightly, and he was very angry, three points quiet, and his white beard shook slightly, as if he was blown by the wind, but in fact it was swaying because of the heavy snort.

The messy white hair was scattered in the wind, and a little bit of moisture poured on the old man's face, his sleeves rolled up, and he held a towel in one hand...... Everything seems to indicate that the old man rushed out in a hurry while washing.

Qian Yi was inexplicably a little embarrassed, although the old man looked very ordinary and did not have any cultivation, but he quietly walked close to him, and lived under the fennel mountain, how could he be an ordinary old man.

Qian Yi quickly regained his composure, he felt that the old man's anger seemed to be related to himself, but he had not done anything wrong, so he calmly saluted the old man: "Student Qian Yi has seen Mr. ”

The old man didn't appreciate it, and snorted heavily: "Boy, do you know what good things you have done?"

"Sir, what did you mean?"

The old man was noncommittal, and said coldly: "Then do you know what losses your self-righteous behavior has brought?"

Qian Yi shook his head and said, "The student doesn't know. ”

"Hmph, why do you think that stone happened to block the water source of Coptis chinensis? Do you think that you can't see the lack of water except Coptis chinensis? Do you think the old man ignores it because of negligence?"

The three consecutive questions made Qian Yi stunned, so he had to apologize: "The student doesn't know, I've caused trouble to Mr." ”

The old man snorted again, and he didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with Qianyi's cold and stiff tone, or he was too lazy to care about Qianyi's recklessness, so he brushed his sleeves and turned around and said, "Today, all the care of the medicine fields under the mountain is done by you alone, can you have any objections?"

Hearing this, Qian Yi looked at the old man's back, and after a while, he flashed a little understanding, and saluted: "The student is willing to be punished." ”

......

The thousand acres of medicinal fields under the fennel mountain are empty.

A group of students were puzzled, or shocked, or understood, or left the medicine field with a smile, leaving only Qianyi alone in the morning light.

This thousand acres of medicinal fields is not too much, but it is a lot less, for Qian Yi, who is a Heavenly Realm cultivator, it is just enough to be able to take care of it without being too tired.

But the soup was soaked in one day.

It seems that everything started by chance, but when he heard the old man's last words, Qian Yi knew that today's fruit had been planted as early as January before he was absent from school and went down the mountain.

And if this old man guessed correctly, he should be the palace master of the Hanging Pot Palace.

It is true that the coptis plant did not dry up due to negligence, it dried up due to deliberate negligence, and the stones around the root system did not appear out of thin air, but someone deliberately planted them a few days ago.

These are all known by Qian Yi when he is constantly weeding, soil cultivation, top dressing, and irrigation, and distinguishes the difference between the new soil and the old soil.

And this is also obvious, this Hanging Pot Palace Master should have known that he knew how to heal, and he was also handy at taking care of the medicine field, he forgave himself for being absent from school for a month, but he didn't want to let himself be punished in any way, so he punished himself for taking care of the medicine field for a day.

Time passed quickly, and Qianyi's figure kept flickering in the thousands of acres of medicine fields, until the sunset in the western mountains, Qianyi breathed a sigh of relief and slowly straightened up.

The hut under the mountain gate made a soft "squeak" sound, and the old man in the morning walked out of the house, with an expression diametrically opposite to that in the morning, holding two cups of tea, and calling with a smile: "Come and drink tea." ”

Qian Yi came over in response to the sound and took the tea and drank it. The first sip of tea is half, the slightly bitter tea is poured into the intestines, the temperature is just right, not hot or cold, the heat is wrapped in fragrance rising from the lower abdomen, overflowing the mouth, extremely sweet, the fatigue and thirst of the day are suddenly gone.

Qianyi's eyes lit up, holding the teacup and drinking it again, two sips of tea bottomed out, Qianyi only felt that the heat was surging all over the body, not agitated, but thick and abundant, it seemed that a big war was not necessary.

Qianyi put down the teacup, subconsciously looked at another cup, and the old man smiled gently: "Drink, both cups are yours." ”

After drinking the tea, Qianyi thanked him seriously, the old man still looked smiling, looked Qianyi up and down, and put down the saucer: "Can you still go?" How about going fishing with the old man in the sunset?"

......

Thousands are also indispensable.

He was still a little anxious in the morning, because Yang Buqi's physical condition was terrible, and he couldn't delay it for too long, he wanted to go to Shenguan Valley as soon as possible to win the Phoenix Divine Fire, but at this time, the sun was already west, and it was useless to rush there.

An old man and a young man walked to the river a few miles away, one holding a rod, one sitting on a stone, and did not talk, just quietly facing the sunset, silently fishing.

Qian also rarely does this, because in the past fourteen years, he has learned all kinds of skills quickly, rarely has free time to sit and fish, if he wants to eat fish, he will go directly to the river to fish, only the night will be lazy fishing for a day.

However, years of practicing calligraphy have made Qianyi's meditation kung fu good, for this kind of thing that requires patience, Qianyi is not irritable, most of the hours have passed, and the fish caught are not less than the old man.

Looking at the fish in the bamboo basket, the old man left one of the silver carp behind, and the other fish were released into the river.

Qian also found that the old man did not leave the oldest one, he left the oldest one.

Leaving a grass carp in the same way, Qianyi lifted the bamboo basket and walked back with the old man.

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, until the elongated shadow of the sunset extended to the invisible mountain, and the old man suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled: "Qianyi, you go and catch the fish that the old man just let go." ”