The next nearly a month has passed a little calm.

On campus, there has been no news of revenge among seniors that have been circulating before.

Without the following topics, the popularity that never lasted for a long time was soon overwhelmed by the school's increasingly serious academic work.

The path of cultivation has nothing to do with others. Even without external threats, Gu Yi will never relax his steps. What's more, he never feels that those group of senior teenagers will be able to swallow this.

The longer the anger accumulates, the more violent it will be when it explodes. Perhaps it is waiting for Gu Yi and others to relax their vigilance, or perhaps it is to accumulate strength. In short, when they collide with each other again, a more intense conflict will inevitably break out between the two.

The calm now seems a bit too abnormal, and Gu Yi has reason to suspect that the other party must be planning a bigger revenge plan.

It is obviously not just Gu Yi who has this premonition. Chen Tao and others are more familiar with the temperament of Chen Hai's group than Gu Yi. Behind this silence, there will definitely be more crazy revenge. Feeling the pressure behind it, I learn boxing with Gu Yi every day and become more diligent and hardworking. I often return home and practice until late at night, and make great progress.

It was another Friday, and it was already the end of the month. Before Chen Tao and others could hear the movement, a disharmonious news came.

"Come back next week and prepare for the end-of-month exams for each subject!" During the last class on Friday, the students were the most excited and hot moment. But suddenly a pot of gentle cold water came, which made the joy of a group of teenagers disappear and complained.

Weng Yan's voice was gentle and gentle, but she didn't look so cute at this moment.

Unlike most people's sorrow, Gu Yi, Lin Zi, Yang Luan and others are not listed here. There are also those top academic figures who have already been ready to move in the class, and even the fat little Zhang Junbao has an indifferent expression. If you don't want to be here, you may not look down on them.

No matter what, the leisurely weekend comes as scheduled. Of course, it is only for some people. Most people will not have a relaxing weekend this weekend.

Gu Yi naturally belongs to the relaxed category. It is the end of September, and it is the season when the osmanthus flowers are fragrant and the fragrance fills the garden. How can you waste this great time?

I still went up the mountain in the morning, finished my daily homework, and worked with Tie Jun for a few moves. I was quite satisfied with Gu Yi's progress.

Gu Yi didn't say much about teaching Bajiquan to others. It is always good for someone to make progress and urge him to move forward on the road of cultivation.

If you want to be a role model, you must first understand this part of the knowledge before teaching others' knowledge, which is equivalent to urging Gu Yi himself.

It was almost noon and I went down the mountain to meet Chen Tao and the others, and I had a chance to talk about the moves, and taught them the latest understanding and sorting content, and then let them practice on their own.

But there is an important thing to do in the afternoon.

In the season when the osmanthus is fragrant, how can we not have a pot of osmanthus brewed? Wouldn't we let this wonderful autumn time be disappointed?

So just after lunch, Gu Yi pulled Lin Zi to Yang Shan's courtyard.

"Brother Gu Yi, what are you doing?" Lin Zi pouted with a tantrum, obviously very unhappy. Gu Yi disturbed her afternoon sleep.

"Cook something delicious, do you eat it?" Gu Yi narrowed his eyes and said temptingly.

"What! What! What is delicious?" Lin Zi indeed took the bait and asked after Gu Yi.

"Why are you asking so much? I'm sure it's a good thing you haven't eaten before. Go quickly." Gu Yi patted Lin Zi's head and said.

As soon as I arrived outside Zizhu Garden, a faint fragrance came to my nose, fragrant and intoxicating.

"What a fragrant osmanthus!" Lin Zi's voice was heard beside her.

Gu Yi chuckled and pushed the door open.

The fragrance in the courtyard is even more charming. Osmanthus flowers are distributed beside the walls, and the trees are full of gold and jade, trembling in the wind.

"It smells so good, so beautiful!" This was the first time Lin Zi beside her who came to Zizhuyuan and kept marveling.

"Brother Gu Yi, you are here!" As if hearing the noise in the yard, Yang Luan ran out in surprise. Her plain white Confucian shirt and gauze skirt were blown up by the breeze, which looked particularly simple and elegant.

"Xiao Luan, your clothes are so beautiful!" Lin Zi left Gu Yi as soon as she saw Yang Luan, and ran over.

This look is actually Yang Luan’s most common and natural outfit. The grandfather of a master of Chinese studies is somewhat different.

Yang Luan actually got used to this kind of clothing since she was a child. However, this kind of clothing seemed a bit alternative in this era. Even in the era of information development more than ten years later, this kind of clothing was only achieved by a small number of people in special situations.

Although it is very beautiful, it is more considered to be a show.

"You little brat, you are here to harm me again." Yang Shanzhong's voice was full of energy from inside the house, and then a blue figure appeared at the door of the main hall.

"Haha, the teacher, the flowers bloom very much and you must break them. Don't wait until the flowers are gone and the branches are broken! Besides, this osmanthus fairy has you!" Gu Yi returned with a smirk.

"If it weren't for the sake of this osmanthus wine, you think I would let you in."

"Be careful, try not to hurt the osmanthus tree." Yang Shan explained, turned around and walked into the house. He really couldn't bear to look at Jin Mantang who harmed him.

"Okay, OK, be careful." Gu Yi laughed and hurriedly replied.

"Do it! Xiaoluan, take out the things." Gu Yi didn't say to Yang Luan until Yang Shan entered the house.

"Okay Brother Gu Yi." Yang Luan turned around and ran into the room briskly, and soon she walked out with a roll of plain white brocade.

"Brother Gu Yi, what you want." Gu Yi took it from Yang Luan and looked at Su Jin who was still preserved.

Spread the brocade around an osmanthus tree until the entire osmanthus canopy area is covered.

"Brother Gu Yi, then?" Lin Zi asked with some anticipation.

"Then you wait." After saying that, Gu Yi jumped straight and then climbed up the tree fork.

The flexible figure stepped on the tree branch in a few seconds, took out a wooden beat, and gently patted the osmanthus branches with flower spikes, trying not to damage the osmanthus tree.

The dots of orange-gold flower grains circling and falling from the air, falling on the plain white brocade rolls, which looks very beautiful.

The two girls, wearing white cloth covers on their feet, then stepped on the cloth to collect the osmanthus flowers that fell on them. The collected osmanthus flowers were poured onto the bamboo strips on one side for later use.

There are more than twenty osmanthus trees in the yard, all of which are of excellent quality golden osmanthus, with plump crowns, dense branches and rich fragrance. Gu Yi knocked them one by one, and each osmanthus tree probably took up more than a pound of osmanthus flowers.

Twenty-six osmanthus plants can have about thirty kilograms of osmanthus, but picking osmanthus is a labor-intensive and very challenging job. Three people, one bamboo piece, one small handful of them removes the branches, black flower stems, and shrinking flowers.

One afternoon, even with the energy of the young man, the three of them also made their backs ache and their eyes blurred.

Pick the osmanthus flowers, spread them on the bamboo strips, and place them in the attic to dry for a few days or two to remove the moisture.

Two days later, the door of the attic opened, and the fragrance of the room blew over, making it sweet and sweet. The petals on the attic had dried up the excess water and shrank slightly.

The osmanthus flowers that were dehydrated were still bright in color, and the fragrance of flowers seemed to be hidden in the dense flower liquid, locked in the slightly wrinkled flower wall, making it look even more profound.
Chapter completed!