The next day, after breakfast.

Scholarly Pavilion.

"There are so many books!" Long Xiaofeng glanced at the books on the shelves, and exclaimed, he carefully flipped through them, "There are so many books that serve flowers, I just finish reading, I'm afraid it will take a year." I've got to find the one that works best. He thought to himself. So, he decided to sift through the books on the shelves and pick the one he was most satisfied with.

From morning till noon, he flipped through the books one by one, picking out what he thought was good and putting them on another special shelf. The work was carried out in a tense and orderly manner, and Long Xiaofeng was concentrating on doing this, not caring about the passage of time at all, and before he knew it, the sun had turned from east to west, sprinkling golden afterglow on the earth.

For a whole day, Long Xiaofeng's eyes were firmly fixed on the books, and occasionally turned his gaze out the window, but he also turned a blind eye, thinking about cultivating flowers. Just when he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he suddenly saw a very special book in an inconspicuous corner at the top of the shelf, and the four small words "Chiba True Immortal" on the spine seemed to flicker into his eyes like fluorescence.

He hurriedly went up and took it down, the book was very ordinary, and the binding was ordinary, if it hadn't taken him a whole day to pick it up, it would not have been easy to find.

"Flowers, like people, are also spiritual, a person who is not good at discovering the spirituality of flowers, can not really know how to appreciate flowers, let alone plant flowers, of course, a person who does not know how to discover his own spirituality, naturally can not talk about self-knowledge, let alone know people. This sentence in the book is concise and philosophical, and it immediately captured Long Xiaofeng's heart. He was convinced that this book was written by the Chiba True Immortal, who had cultivated pure flowers in just one year, so he read it hungrily.

"It turns out that it is not easy to serve flowers. After Long Xiaofeng read it, he thought to himself. The book mentions various methods of raising flowers, requiring flower keepers to have a loving and benevolent heart to observe the growth and development of flowers, and effectively fertilize and irrigate according to the needs of flowers, not to make its growth subject to the slightest fetters, and also require flower keepers to feel the joys and sorrows of flowers, saying that they can't do this, it is not enough to say that they can raise flowers, and the book also mentions the use of music to cultivate the sentiment of flowers, in order to cultivate the clean and pure character of flowers, all of this, in Long Xiaofeng's view, can be said to be unheard of. But he was convinced that all that was described in the book was absolutely necessary for the cultivation of pure flowers.

When Long Xiaofeng came out of the Scholarly Pavilion, it was already nightfall, looking at the bright moon hanging high, feeling the oncoming breeze, and a wonderful feeling was born in his heart, feeling that his life was also welcoming a new transformation with these flowers in front of him.

The next day, Long Xiaofeng began to cultivate flowers according to the description in the book. He first cleared every weed in the flowers, then loosened the soil, fertilized and irrigated, step by step, methodically.

For a month, he was busy from morning to night every day, doing repetitive work, and he never allowed himself to rest except for eating. "I treat these flowers with sincerity, and they will surely repay me sincerely. He thought to himself.

Finally one day, Long Xiaofeng really felt too tired, so he lay down by the flowers, looked at the slowly darkening sky, and fell asleep unconsciously. In his sleep, he suddenly heard a soft beep in his ears, and he opened his eyes, only to see the dazzling light of the stars between the flowers and leaves. He turned his head sideways, looking at the buds of peonies beside him through the faint starlight, and the beep sound was coming from these budding buds. He watched as a nearby flower bud gradually stretched out in the continuous chirp, and the red leaves splashed with the night dew, exuding an alluring fragrance.

A breeze blew through the flowers, and there was a rustling sound among the flowers, the sound was elegant and light, much like the merry laughter of the flowers. "Chiba True Immortal is right, flowers are the same as people, and they also have spiritual feelings. He thought to himself. Long Xiaofeng stared at the stars in the night sky from the gaps in the flowers and leaves, and suddenly felt that he had a sense of heart-to-heart connection with the flowers in front of him, and he had no doubt that he could cultivate all these flowers into pure flowers in a year, and even felt that he would not need a year at all.

"Will I be like that Chiba True Immortal and eventually become a Dou Immortal?" Long Xiaofeng thought to himself, in the past, he had never thought about this question, but now he couldn't help but ponder. "My sincerity can impress these plants and trees in front of me, why can't I impress the true qi that is wandering in my body? It's been three years, and due to the retrograde movement of the meridian qi, I have never been able to cultivate the spirit god, so if this continues, how can I become a fighting immortal?"

"No, I'll have to try again. Long Xiaofeng closed his eyes, pinched a magic trick with both hands, and silently transported the dantian breath, so that the true qi ran along the twelve canonical cycles, and as the breath around his body moved more and more rapidly, Long Xiaofeng's mind became more and more calm, and gradually entered the state of forgetting things and me.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark. Long Xiaofeng didn't expect that this cultivation would be unexpectedly smooth, and the true qi had not shown a trace of retrograde movement in the thirteen true meridians for thirty-six weeks, which was a phenomenon that had never been seen in the past three years. He didn't know that he had gone through this cultivation, and the long-term cultivation of Ling Xiao Jue had finally broken through the bottleneck of stagnation and achieved initial small success. "If I go to the Spirit Summoning Ceremony right now, I will definitely fulfill my wish. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart.

Since the death of his parents and brother, it has been three years, and he has not stopped cultivating Ling Xiao Jue for a single day. This Ling Xiao Technique was originally an unfathomable exercise, which his father Long Yu obtained from a mysterious person. Because this exercise is so mysterious, almost no one in the world has practiced it, and although his father Long Yu has obtained this mysterious exercise, he has never dared to practice it in vain. Long Xiaofeng can be said to be the first person to practice this exercise.

The reason why Long Xiaofeng was able to cultivate this exercise was because he was born with much deeper spiritual power than ordinary people, which just met the conditions for cultivating this exercise. However, in the first two years, his cultivation was quite smooth, but later, no matter how he cultivated, it was difficult to make progress, especially after the death of his parents and brother, every time he cultivated, the meridian qi would lose control, and he could not follow the twelve righteous scriptures normally, and sometimes he had to go retrograde, which made him distressed.

In the past three years, even Lin Xue and Lin Rong, who were much younger than him, had summoned the spirit god one after another, entered the Holy Spirit Hall, and officially became a spiritual monk, but he was unable to summon the spirit god for a long time, as the descendant of the dragon clan in the three major families of the Snow Domain Gate, this cannot but be said to be a shameful thing.

"Could it be that in the past three years, I have been bent on revenge and lack the sincerity to practice this exercise, so I have led to repeated defeats?" Long Xiaofeng couldn't help but think.

"What are you doing sitting here alone?" said a crisp female voice behind her.

Long Xiaofeng turned his head and saw Ji Wanqing holding the little white fox in his arms, and said with a smile: "What can I do, of course, is to cultivate these flowers." ”

"The flowers you have cultivated are really good, yes, the smell of flowers is very strong, I didn't expect you to be so capable. Ji Wanqing's face was full of joy, squinting her eyes and smelling the fresh floral scent, and exclaimed.

Long Xiaofeng saw Ji Wanqing's happy and innocent smile, and said with a smile: "Your sister is afraid that she doesn't think so, she must be very worried that I won't be able to cultivate pure flowers in a short time, and then she will have to send me back obediently, and from now on there will be no such a competent gardener as me, isn't it a pity, haha!"

"My sister is not as stingy as you say!" Ji Wanqing shook her head and said, "She is a big dou leader, and she has a lot of energy! Last night, when I was with her, he also mentioned the flowers you cultivated, and praised you for cultivating them well!"

Of course, Long Xiaofeng knew what the three words Da Dou Kui meant, and said in his heart: "This girl is really good, she is about to rise to the level of Dou Saint at a young age, it is really terrifying!" and said at the moment: "She has never come to see the flowers, how do you know that the flowers I have cultivated are very good?"

Ji Wanqing said: "Her lily spirit god obtains spiritual power by absorbing the aura of these flowers, and whether the flowers are well served or not, you can feel it through the aura." ”

"I see, Miss Wan, what stage of cultivation have you reached?Have you summoned the spirit god?"

"I'm a spirit god summoned last year, and my spirit god is a daffodil, but I haven't injected mana into the spirit god yet. Ji Wan Qingdao.

"I'm afraid you're not even over ten years old now, it's not easy to summon a spirit god at such a young age!" Long Xiaofeng sighed, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and said in his heart: "Even this little girl who has nothing to do has summoned a spirit god, I am sixteen years old this year, but I haven't summoned a spirit god for a long time." It's been for nothing that I've lived so many years. ”

"I've just turned 10 this year, but I'm nowhere near my sister this year. My sister summoned a spirit spirit when she was five years old, half the time I did. Ji Wan Qingdao.

When Long Xiaofeng heard this, his heart was even more uncomfortable, "The turtle surnamed Zhong also summoned a spirit god, right? What kind of spirit god is it?" he couldn't help but ask.

"The spirit god he summoned is Hibiscus Flower!" Ji Wanqing said.

"Return the hibiscus tweed, I think this kid is only worthy of summoning a stinky turtle to come out, or a stinky cockroach!" Long Xiaofeng said angrily, thinking that Zhong Wuji could absorb the flower aura he had cultivated through the spirit god, and in order to cultivate mana, the qi in his heart would not hit anywhere, and he couldn't wait to immediately light a fire and burn all the flowers in the courtyard to relieve the anger in his heart.