Yan Xuanjing felt that he could retire.
After all, this guest looked more like a dog than him.
He tilted his head to look at the sluggish Lin Mu and asked, "Who is that?"
Lin Mu came back to his senses, thinking that Yan Xuanjing was not there when he introduced Qinchuan just now, and replied, "Qinchuan... a dragon vein."
Yan Xuanjing felt that the name was a bit familiar, he pondered for a while, and then suddenly said, "Oh, I've heard of it."
"Hey?" Lin Mu was stunned, "How did you hear it? It's not that there is no record of dragon veins being refined."
"Well, it's the first time I've seen Cheng Jing." Yan Xuanjing watched Lin Mu pick up the light green frisbee and threw it out, and then looked at the dragon veins that jumped out and grabbed the frisbee with a flick of his tail, feeling that he could really retreat. down.
As a pet, this dragon vein is much stronger than him.
"You can travel through the Great Wilderness and the Central Plains freely without going through the passage, but they rarely go to the Great Wilderness." After Yan Xuanjing finished speaking, he guessed, "Probably because there are too many powerful monsters in the Great Wilderness."
Yan Xuanjing observed Qin Chuan's situation a little bit, and felt that he could catch him before he could react - if it was a little more brutal, it wouldn't be a big problem to tear it apart and eat it directly.
Thinking about his own strength in the Great Wilderness, he is just an upper reaches.
It's not as good as Yan Gui's top-notch. After all, the age is there, and things like strength can't be rushed.
It is very easy for him to catch this dragon vein, and the Great Wilderness is almost a dangerous place for dragon veins.
Although the dragon veins did not emerge like Qin Chuan, but were hidden in the mountains and rivers, it was almost difficult for them to detect the existence of the dragon veins, but there were also some monsters in the great wilderness who would look for the dragon veins.
It's just that the dragon veins usually don't go into the wilderness, so the presence of this part of the monsters is always low.
Anyway, in Yan Xuanjing's impression, there is almost no name of such a monster, because there is no need to look for dragon veins to find places with strong spiritual energy in the great wasteland. Monsters are born with a very keen sense of spiritual energy.
Searching for dragon veins is not necessary for them.
However, the fact that dragon veins can also become refined, Yan Xuanjing was not surprised either.
Since ancient times, it has been said that all things have animism, and the things that all things include are naturally not restricted to any form or type of existence.
Wisdom can naturally be born when there is a spirit.
It's just that those main veins that span the entire land of China have no movement at all. Instead, the lesser-known small veins are the first to become elites, which is really beyond expectations.
But think about it.
If those main veins became like running veins, then the land of Shenzhou would be shaken.
"He has a bit of a personality..." Yan Xuanjing looked at Qin Chuan who didn't mind being crawled onto his head by a few little monsters, and said after being silent for two seconds, "It's unexpected."
"I think so too." Lin Mu put those dog toys back in the bag, but instead of putting them away, they simply put them in the living room.
"The Emperor said let's be careful," Lin Mu said.
Yan Xuanjing is extremely sensitive in this regard.
He realized almost immediately what the "be careful" that Emperor Wu said was telling them to be careful.
It must be the existences that the pulse will attract.
Those humans who had the ability to seize the pulse and have the ability to capsize the imperial house, since they dared to let the pulse go, must have a way to track them.
Although Yan Xuanjing didn't think that after so many years, those human beings who did evil have not died out, but this kind of thing is also uncertain.
It's not those of the past, there are other humans. After all, the skill of peeking at the dragon's veins does not require any Taoism. In this regard, talent is far more important than Taoism.
In particular, he had heard of Qin Chuan's bad luck in this dragon vein.
"Although I don't know what to be careful about..." Lin Mu looked at the circle of morning and evening plants outside and thought it shouldn't matter.
After all, Chaomu can even stop the Emperor's house from outside, which is much better than his own half-assedness.
Lin Mu packed up everything, and when he saw that the little ginseng was having a good time outside, he went into the kitchen.
"Today I've been wronged and wronged you, Toffee." Lin Mu took out the vegetables from the refrigerator, "I haven't cooked for a long time, I feel a little handicapped."
And when he is not raw, he is not as good as little ginseng when he cooks.
Lin Mu raised his sleeves.
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Qin Chuan has been so excited recently, feeling that he has never been so happy before.
During the day, when Little Ginseng and the others were busy decorating the glass house, Qin Chuan either rested or ran out to play cards with the mountain gods of Qingyao Mountain and the little monsters in the mountains.
It was the first time that he was so reckless without any worries.
Because every time he ran out, the nine-tailed fox in Lin Mu's house would follow him.
The deterrent power of a big monster like the nine-tailed fox to the weak and chirping little monsters in the mountains is one-sided and absolute.
After so many days, Qin Chuan didn't say it himself, and those little monsters didn't dare to take the initiative to ask what Qin Chuan's body was.
In their opinion, the guy who can be related to the nine-tailed fox is definitely not weak. It's just a small game of hide and seek and catching ghosts together, and they themselves are quite happy.
But Qin Chuan didn't come alone today.
The glass house was finally built, and the little ginseng grabbed the hem of Lin Mu's clothes after returning from get off work, and begged him carefully if he could accept some weak and weak spirits who had just grown up to spend the winter.
For beings like them who do not have four limbs and nine orifices, every step of becoming an elite is a life-and-death threshold.
At least after dogs, foxes, and other animals become spirits, as long as they are not eaten by other monsters, they will never encounter such things as being frozen to death in the cold weather.
But sprites made of plants do.
After they possessed spirituality and opened their intelligence, they would not only attract other monsters, but also die because of the abnormal weather.
It's like an animal cub that was born without fangs and claws, and has no mother's protection.
The little ginseng knew several such little monsters in the mountains. They were hidden among the earth and rocks, and they had not yet been able to cultivate to their shape, and they did not have the ability to escape.
Occasionally a wild beast stepped on them and would kill them.
Unlike Dixiu Diwu, a sacred tree that is loved by heaven and earth, it is too difficult for ordinary plants to become essences.
Lin Mu felt that Di Xiu and Yan Xuanjing had more experience in this area.
And Dixiu has always taken good care of the plants in the valley where he lives—although the little monsters who become fine in the valley will eventually be taken away by the big monsters just in case, but this does not Affects Dixiu's natural favor towards his own clan.
Yan Xuanjing just let them pretend, if something really happened, he would definitely not lose.
In the Great Wilderness, he only needs to bypass some of the seniors and can leave at will. In the Central Plains, it is impossible for him to overturn!
So Lin Mu took a family of young and old into the mountain.
The little ginseng led the way, nervously grabbing at his small belly pocket: "A few humans entered the mountain a few days ago and dug up a begonia plant, and I don't know if she will survive."
This topic is a bit heavy.
Several serious monsters did not speak.
On the contrary, Lin Mu has more say in this regard.
"If it is dug up, it shouldn't be a big problem." Lin Mu said, "If the whole begonia is dug up, it will basically be transplanted to other places. Plants with intelligence are still more viable than ordinary plants. A little."
And if it is growing well, it may be taken to the flower and bird market.
There are many gardening and flower lovers who go to the market every day. If they are lucky, they may be much more comfortable than in the mountains.
Of course, not to mention the unfortunate situation, Lin Mu felt that it was unnecessary.
The ginseng doll found a few delicate friends that he knew quite smoothly, all of them were as small as him.
He explained the purpose of his visit to his friends, and then carefully moved them to the basin brought by Lin Mu.
Yan Xuanjing was at the end of the team, his footsteps paused for a moment, and he looked back to see where they came from.
The wind blew through the bushes, making a rustling sound.
The fingertips of the nine-tailed fox hidden under the big sleeve moved slightly, a brilliance flashed, and a mist suddenly formed in the mountains and forests.
The mist walked in front of him and whispered softly as if on a spring outing. The monsters, big and small, didn't notice at all, only Dixiu, who was sitting on Lin Mu's shoulder, looked back at him.
Through the layers of fog, Yan Xuanjing saw the two humans who were ghosting against the wall in the fog, and slowly withdrew their gazes from behind, and followed the forest back home.
They came back by coincidence, and a man in a suit was standing far away on the cement road outside the courtyard gate.
Lin Mu took a step.
Dixiu, who was on his shoulders, stood up with a bang.
"Mr. Lin Mu?" The man didn't approach, but asked from a distance.
Lin Mu nodded.
"Boss... The boss of the Imperial House told me to bring something here." The man said, and took out two small gauze bags, "I can't get close to your courtyard, so I can only wait here."
It should be Chaomu who stopped him. Lin Mu looked at the distance he stood and made this judgment.
He had also seen those two small gauze bags.
Yan Xuanjing also had such a gauze bag, and it was embroidered with the fox pattern of Qingqiu Kingdom.
"Emperor House?!" Qin Chuan jumped out from behind and was held down by Lin Mu, "Where is the Emperor House?"
The man shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know."
Qin Chuan lowered his head and responded with a muffled sound.
Lin Mu tilted his head and looked at Yan Xuanjing.
Yan Xuanjing glanced at the two gauze bags: "It's Yan... it's my father's Qiankun bag."
Lin Mu thought for a while, then raised his foot to walk towards the man.
Yan Xuanjing stopped him and passed by himself.
Di Xiu jumped from Lin Mu's shoulder to Yan Xuanjing's shoulder. When Yan Xuanjing took the two gauze bags, he reached out and hugged one of them, not letting go.
Yan Xuanjing glanced at him and went back to the yard.
Over there, Qin Chuan and a few little monsters went to the glass room to settle the new friends. Here, Lin Mu and Yan Xuanjing stopped and turned to look at the two gauze bags.
"Diwu never sent me a message." Lin Mu took out his phone and muttered, "What did you send?"
Di Xiu looked left and right where they were standing, then jumped off Yan Xuanjing's shoulders, staggered to the open space for the swing in the yard with his short legs, and then opened the gauze bag.
A piece of wood rolled out of the sandbag, rose against the wind, and quickly occupied the spare corner of the yard.
Huge and thick, the thickness of light is much higher than that of Yan Xuanjing's human figure, almost enough to reach the window of the bedroom on the second floor. Doors are blocked.
The forest tree that emits aura above this block is really familiar, and he understands what it is almost instantly.
It's Dixiu.
The wooden block of the Emperor's body.
"It's Dixiu's body." Yan Xuanjing confirmed his thoughts. He raised his head and glanced at the little wooden man who was sitting on the huge block of wood and rushed down. He glanced at some of the sticks on the block. red stain.
is blood.
Still very fresh.
It seems that Emperor Wu has not been idle at all in recent days.
"How are these ontology seniors going to use them?" Yan Xuanjing asked.
Dixiu gestured.
Lin Mu and Yan Xuanjing raised their heads and never understood.
Di Xiu put away his body again, Yan Xuanjing weighed the other gauze bag in his hand, and said, "This should be the soil you once stayed in?"
Dixiu nodded.
The meaning of the imperial house has been clearly expressed.
Yan Xuanjing thought.
He wants Di Xiu to directly plant himself back, cultivate his life and recuperate, and don't use these bodies to forcibly turn into a human form and involve cause and effect everywhere.
After all, the two of them are not the same.
I just don't know what Dixiu's own plans are.
In fact, Emperor Xiu did not reject the good intentions of Emperor Wu.
After he went upstairs, he went straight to the second floor and took out his precious fruit.
Then, carrying two gauze bags, he wandered around the yard for several times, and finally settled on the open space next to the swing.
Dixiu opened the two gauze bags.
The soil and wood blocks rolled out of the gauze bag, but instead of occupying the entire courtyard as quickly as just now, they turned into a very pale green light, wrapping the little wooden man.
The little wooden man, wrapped in light, embraced the fruit, and was wrapped in layers of wood. The roots grew under his feet and stretched into the soil. The body was full of strength, and it was lifted up at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving birth to five branches.
Layers of tree coats hid him deep in the trunk, and gradually the shape of the puppet became invisible.
"Where's the fruit?" Lin Mu tilted his head and asked.
Yan Xuanjing pointed to the location of his heart: "I was planted as a wooden heart by seniors."
Lin Mu was at a loss: "What is Mu Xin?"
Yan Xuanjing thought for a while, and replied, "Generally speaking, it is the only weakness of the monsters that turn plants into spirits, just like it is well known that the weakness of a nine-tailed fox is actually its tail. If one tail is cut off, its strength will be sharply reduced - something like The concept exists."
Lin Mu didn't know much about this kind of thing. He watched Dixiu's branches stretch out, and emerald green colors emerged from the branches, and the whole tree became lush little by little.
The blue-green trees are not as huge as the sky and the sun as seen in the dream, but they are still prosperous and green.
Rihua, which gradually disappeared under the setting sun, suddenly flourished, and joyfully and happily flocked to the re-grown Dixiu.
In the misty golden halo, a human figure fell from the branches of the tree.
He was wearing a dark green robe embroidered with golden leaves, and his long hair fell in the wind.
He opened his eyes and looked at the stunned forest in the courtyard.
Lin Mu was bathed in the prosperous sun and flowers, stunned for a long time, and took a deep breath: "Dad, you look really good."
It's prettier than Yan Xuanjing.
The nine-tailed fox standing beside him sneezed a little.
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