"Be at ease, be at ease, be at ease!"
In the hall on the first floor, the hotel owner spat at the experts on the TV and cursed: "It's already November, it's winter! The average temperature is still 18 degrees, you think Huozhou is Nanzhong, Chun Te What a fool!"
"What are you yelling about? Let me tell you, your temper has been on the rise recently, what exactly do you want?" the proprietress scolded.
"Don't love me!"
"If you don't like to do it, get out and go back to your hometown!"
The proprietress scolded, and put another piece of meat for her son, and the child buried his head in the food without saying a word.
They are not locals. They fell in love with Grape Valley at a glance when they traveled here in the past few years. When I got back, I discounted the family property and opened a hotel here, and the income was not bad.
The boss is obviously a strict wife, so he muttered a few words and didn't dare to be harsh. The proprietress ate in a hurry and was about to clear the table when she stretched her neck suddenly and said with a smile, "Little Gu, are you going out again today?"
"Well, let's go out for a walk."
Gu Yu came down from the second floor with his bag on his back. He was about to leave, but he turned around and leaned over and said, "The money I deposited is almost gone. I will stay for a month, and I will make up for you."
"Oh, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, I will give it when I have it."
The proprietress smiled, she was polite, but she hurriedly picked up the phone. Gu Yu scanned the QR code, turned two thousand, then waved his hand, wiped himself and went out.
"I lived by myself for a month, and I don't see anyone all day long. Don't be some kind of terrorist?" The boss looked at his back and couldn't help muttering.
"He's a great writer, he's here to find inspiration, you know what!"
The proprietress choked back, patted her son again, and said, "Go and do your homework after eating, study hard, don't be like your father, illiterate!"
…
But he said that Gu Yu left Grape Valley and went up the mountain all the way, without going deep, so he found a place on the outskirts.
He sat cross-legged on the boulder, took out the green leather gourd, and was lucky. The surrounding red clouds instantly boiled, one after another, scrambling to get into the gourd.
Soon, the gourd was full, his breath dispersed, and the surroundings returned to calm.
"..."
He didn't get up, but closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully feeling the fluctuations of the Flame Mountain.
With the arrival of winter, the expansion speed of the vision here unexpectedly slowed down a lot. He originally estimated that by around February next year, there will be a complete eruption, and the ground will be thousands of miles away. Looking at it now, with the buffer of this winter, Huozhou can hold on for a while longer.
But it is still lingering, even if it survives next spring, it will be summer after that, and it will still have to die.
"well… "
Gu Yu opened his eyes, shook his head, then got up with the gourd in his hand, and returned the same way.
This gourd can hold four fire auras, and the progress is relatively slow due to the need to differentiate them and refine them bit by bit. He has been staying there for a month, and he goes into the mountain 1-2 times a week, except for eating and sleeping, and refining magic weapons.
Nowadays, the shape of sapphire needles has changed significantly. It used to be blue and blue, but now it has changed to crimson red; it used to be stern and cold, and it was sharp at first glance, but now it is bright and gorgeous, as if there is a layer of fire flowing, and it is even more powerful.
He was also looking forward to it, as if he had come up with something amazing.
Regarding this set of magic tools, Gu Yu and Xiao Zhai had a serious discussion. Although it is a bit gay to use against the enemy, it is the most practical for him.
The world envies the Sword Immortal, but in fact he can do it too. Take out a dagger first, warm it up with the divine refining method, and it can also be retracted and retracted freely, killing the enemy within a hundred steps.
But, for one thing, the sword is more difficult to manipulate than the needle, and consumes more spiritual energy.
Secondly, this is indeed a flying sword—a flying sword, but you are not a sword fairy.
The real Sword Immortal sect, passed down from the ancient immortal period, was quite popular in Qingcheng and Emei areas, but now it is almost extinct. It can be divided into Shujian and Daojian. Swordsmanship is a sword with form and image; swordsmanship is innately unified.
The Sword Immortal School has cultivated to great success, using the heart as the sword, the spirit as the sword, and the law as the sword, with a majestic and majestic intention, which can be resisted by nothing, so why do you need external things
Like those so-called sword celestial beings, who use ten-thousand-year fine gold to make an invincible flying sword, which is like a door when people step on it, it is called Yu Jianfei...
Low or not low? Low or not low
Then again, I didn't go home during my fasting for more than a month, and ran around by myself. The two talked on the phone irregularly, and they were used to being separated.
He still thinks it's good, at least when he sleeps, no one grabs the quilt.
…
Ebony City, the test base.
It has turned into a small farm, surrounded by weird scientific instruments for monitoring and cultivation. On the ground, hundreds of plants are planted, ranging from trees to weeds.
Outside the farm, separated by a layer of glass cover, Mu Kun, Director Tong, and special commissioners from the capital gathered here, listening to the expert introduction:
"We collected two types of plant and soil samples from one district, two counties, 26 townships, 172 administrative villages, and various scenic spots within the 70,000-square-kilometer jurisdiction of Huozhou. During this month , we continue to use various methods to cultivate, but unfortunately, the effect is not optimistic."
With that said, the expert motioned to the assistant to bring up two pots of flowers and a bag of soil.
A pot of thick rhizomes, thick skin, yellowish white, round leaves. The bark of the other pot is grayish brown, densely branched, ridged and glabrous, and the leaves are needle-like.
"This one is called mouse melon, and this one is called bell thorn, both of which are very common plants in Northwest China. When we brought them back, they were severely depleted of water, and after this period of cultivation, in theory, they can completely recover their vitality, but you guys look… "
As soon as the expert pressed the remote control, a picture flashed on the display screen, which was exactly what the two plants looked like before. Everyone made a comparison and found that the two pots in front of them were almost unchanged, only a little more energetic.
"We are very strange, this is contrary to biological science. All the conditions that are beneficial to growth are available, but they just don't live. I can't understand this phenomenon. Perhaps according to what Mr. Gu said, it is a change in spiritual energy that erodes plants Inside. There's nothing we can do about it unless we get it out."
"That is to say, with scientific means, these plants cannot be saved?" Mu Kun asked hastily.
"That's right! Not only that, but more serious is this..."
The expert opened the small bag with his own hands, and said in a deep voice: "Maybe you know a thing or two, the soil contains a lot of nutrients needed by plants, such as nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, calcium, iron, etc. Even if it is lost for a while, after periodic improvement , can also restore nutrients. But this, its internal structure is completely destroyed, or, it is... dead. Yes, it is dead!"
"Wow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bag of soil seemed to respond, and the mouth of the bag sank a little. The white, dry, and lifeless things inside rustled to the ground, making weird tiny noises.
"..."
Everyone watched helplessly, and in an instant, it piled up on the ground into a small white tower. Just like the vicissitudes of history that have been dried by the air, the past that has disappeared in the long river will disappear with a slight blow.