Back at Hanyuan Tower, Mucha put the clay basin on the bookcase and took out the white porcelain vase.

The mimosa in the mud pot instantly became excited and danced.

Mucha playfully said, "You little guy is quite cute, don't worry, it's all up to you." ”

With that, she pulled out the cork of the porcelain bottle and raised her hand to pour out the liquid from the bottle.

The mimosa seemed to have eyes, caressing Mucha's hand holding the porcelain vase with one of the branches, and the other shook violently, like a human arm swinging, making a "don't" motion.

Mucha was amazed that it could understand human speech!

"You mean don't pour out the water inside?"

The leaf at the top of the mimosa nodded, as if a person were nodding.

Then the mimosa pressed two bunches of branches and leaves against the soil and went upward, trying to break free from the shackles of the soil and climb out, but its strength was too small, so it could only continue to caress Mucha with the branches and leaves, seeking Mucha's help.

"You want to get into this vase?"

Mimosa nodded again.

Soilless culture, is there such a technology in this world?

The opportunity that Mucha saw just now was formed by Xiao Nuan spilling the water in the bottle, if the mimosa goes directly into the bottle, will there be any side effects?

Mucha was not sure, and his mind moved, looking at its fortune.

After this small change, the mimosa's fortune turned into white with gold, that is, according to its requirements to help it enter the porcelain vase, you will get a bigger and better chance.

Mucha did not hesitate any longer, and carefully removed all its roots from the mud basin unharmed, and then it climbed into the porcelain vase on its own, and put all the loose roots inside.

The porcelain vase is only the size of a palm, it will shrink the bones, ah no, the root shrinkage?

Either way, Mimosa got what he wanted, and his white fortune slowly turned pink and turned red, which was the trend that his overall fortune had to change.

The next thing to do was to wait, Mucha put it on the windowsill with confidence, and called Mama Rong to have dinner with her.

What happened just now has reached Mama Rong's ears, and Mucha was inevitably nagged by Mama Rong for a while, and in the end, Mama Rong's throat was dry, and she ended with a sentence "Miss Eight must not be so reckless in the future", and finished the meal.

After the meal, Mucha sat on the bed and thought about Liang Muyue in her dream.

In Liang Muxia's memory, Liang Muyue won Liang Muxiao's recognition by bullying Liang Muxia.

She couldn't cultivate, so she put a lot of effort into Lingzhi and became a Lingzhi family, and through this technique, she married Bai Xuanmo, the eldest son of the Bai family in Luofu Mountain, as a concubine, and her husband and godson, which can be regarded as a consummation.

But with Liang Muyue's qualifications, it is impossible to achieve as much as in the previous life, thinking of Muxia seeing her fortune today, there is a faint red in the white, it is difficult for her to transfer the opportunity is coming.

If this is the case, Mucha is not just going to take good luck, but to take away her good luck, and people like Liang Muyue who step on high and low do not deserve such a good opportunity.

It's a pity that the red color is too light, and Mucha can't see what the specific fate is, and he has to wait patiently for the opportunity to form and then deprive it.

After sorting out her thoughts again, Mucha slept peacefully, and she had to take care of her spirits in order to fight a beautiful first battle.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on Mucha's cheeks, Mucha opened her eyes and saw the yellow gas swirling around the window.

Mucha thought dimly, the sun was so yellow this morning.

No, it's not the yellow of the sun, it's the fortune of the mimosa.

Its fortune has crossed over from red to yellow!

Mucha rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after approaching, he carefully observed again, it was really pure yellow, yellow without a trace of impurities, maybe the destiny of this mimosa would change with it.

"Thank you, girl, for your help. ”

A deep male voice suddenly sounded in the room, causing Mucha to jump in fright.

"Who's that?"

Muxia was a good civilized person who was so frightened that she hurriedly looked around, there was no one.

After all, this is ancient times, although the rules between men and women who cultivate truth are not as dogmatic and rigid as ordinary people, but the appearance of strange men in the boudoir of women who have not left the pavilion will be despised wherever they go.

Mucha raised his head again and looked at the beam, there was no gentleman on the beam, where did the voice come from just now?

"No need to look for it, girl, I'm here. ”

Mucha followed the sound and looked over, but there was no one under the windowsill or outside the window.

No, Mucha suddenly raised her head and looked at the mimosa, could it be that it was what she had just said.

I saw that the yellow aura around the mimosa was even more intense under the sunlight of the early summer morning. The yellow qi swirled upward, causing the surrounding aura to rotate with it, forming a small vortex.

Rumble!

The green branches and leaves suddenly shook, as if they had woken up after a thousand years of sleep, absorbing all the aura wrapped in the yellow cyclone.

The windows were blown open by the air currents, and more and more aura was sucked into the room, and all the branches and leaves on the mimosa were as if they were drunk, and they were fluttering in the wind.

I don't know how long later, when the air flow disappeared, all the branches and leaves suddenly opened outward, like opening a door, waiting for someone to come out of the door.

As the fragrance of unique plants permeated the room, the figure of a man in Tsing Yi slowly emerged.

This mimosa has turned into a spirit!

Mucha hurriedly closed the window and placed the porcelain vase on the bookcase before taking a closer look.

Only the upper half of the body was visible, and his clothes were torn in many places, with pale skin on his shoulders, arms, and chest.

Looking up again, I saw that the man's long hair was scattered at will, and a few strands of hair blocked the sword eyebrows, but they couldn't stop his beautiful face, this appearance, in Muxia's previous life, no fresh meat and bacon could compare.

But his face was pale, as if he had been sick for a long time.

Mucha suddenly had a thought, this kind of appearance can only be worthy of that Liang Muxia!

Then she snorted in her heart.

Now I am Liang Muxia, Liang Mucha is me, and I don't bring the problem of that nymphomaniac from my previous life. ’

Mucha looked around the man curiously, left and right, up and down, and after looking at it for a while, he asked, "Is your mimosa actually a spirit?"

In this world, everything has a spirit, even if it is a stone, under the right conditions, it can be cultivated into a spirit, and it can even walk and jump, eat and sleep like a human.

But everything has its original order, and it is even more difficult for plants and trees to turn into spirits, and at this moment the mimosa has turned into a spirit, which is really its great opportunity.

No wonder his fortune has completely turned yellow, and he has turned into a spirit, and his overall fortune will of course improve.

The mimosa was stunned for a moment, then smiled elegantly and said, "The girl said that it was a spirit that turned into a spirit." ”

Mucha moved a chair, sat down across from the mimosa and asked, "Are you really a mimosa?"

"The girl said yes, but as for the name, the girl will give me a second birth, so please give me a name." ”

"Oh, don't be an old girl, I get goosebumps all over my body, my name is Muxia, you just call me by my name. ”

Mucha, isn't it Liang Muxia?

Mimosa didn't dwell on the question and listened carefully to Mucha's next words.

"What's your name, since you're a mimosa, you might as well be called Ying Han! It seems a little ugly, but I really don't have any literary talent, I'm just a code farmer......"

Before Mucha could finish speaking, he saw Mimosa put her hands forward and pressed her right hand on her left hand, and saluted.

"Thank you, girl, for your name. It should be a mimosa, and I will be cold in the future. ”

Mucha pointed at Ying Han and shouted, "Eh, eh, ......" is a girl again, always the girl is on the left and the girl is on the right, and she is awkward to death.

Ying Han smiled helplessly and said again: "Thank you Mucha for the name." ”

Mucha put his arm on the bookcase, looking like a good baby listening to the story, and asked curiously, "How did you turn into a spirit, tell me about it." ”

"Good. ”

Ying Han sorted out his thoughts and talked eloquently.