The pale red light fell in front of the door of the tall building, and the light faded, revealing the figure of the young man. He stepped into the building and looked around for the shadow of the elder.

"Elder Mingzong? Elder Mingzong? Elder, are you there?" The young man stepped on the dry ladder and kept shouting all the way up.

Suddenly, an earthy yellow stream of light fell from above the head and hit the dry ladder heavily. The dry ladder shook violently and sank more than three feet.

After finally regaining his balance, the young man quickly raised his hands in the direction of Liu Guang and saluted: "I have met Elder Ming Zong."

"You fart, hurry up, don't waste my time." The earthy yellow light faded, and a sturdy old man walked out. He had dark skin, wore a purple-striped white robe, and the white hair on his head and the white beard around his mouth were cut off. It's almost three inches long, with uneven beard and hair, as if it had been gnawed by a dog.

Seeing that the boss Ming Zong had an expression on his face and seemed to be in a bad mood, the young man did not dare to delay and immediately handed over the cloud talisman.

"Elder Mingzong, there are people at Fangcao Peak who want to see you. Mingkong Zilin asked them to come. This is the cloud talisman Mingkong Zilin gave them."

"What?" Elder Ming Zong's voice suddenly increased several times after hearing this, and he grabbed the cloud talisman with his hands, "It's this little girl Zi Lin again! It's too much, she actually despises my research! Where are the people? I want to see it. Let’s see what the person Mao Yatou called is capable of.”

Elder Mingzong suddenly lost his temper, which made the young man very nervous, thinking that he had made some serious mistake. He lowered his head and bowed to apologize.

But Elder Ming Zong ignored him: "It turned out to be at the foot of the mountain. Okay, let me come and meet the person Mao Yatou is looking for."

Peng, as soon as he finished speaking, Elder Mingzong jumped up from the dry cloud ladder and flew out from the roof of the building with the streamer on his back.

Seeing the elder leave, the young man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered: "It seems that Mingkong Zilin has provoked Elder Mingzong again. It's really unlucky. Instead of flattering her, she made her a mess."

Zheng Qiu and the three people at the bottom of the mountain stood there and waited patiently. Not long after, they saw a khaki stream of light rushing out from above the tall building. The stream of light made a big bend in the sky and shot straight towards where they were standing. The stream of light was moving very fast. Quickly, it hit the stone tiles in front of Zheng Qiu in just a moment.

Before the light dissipated, a gust of wind came from the direction where the stream of light hit. It was the air flow driven by the extremely fast flight. The strong wind blew the stone bricks, and the sound was even louder than when the young man took off.

The glory dissipated, and Zheng Qiu saw the other person's appearance clearly. He was an old man. The girl had mentioned old man Ming Zong, so that must be him.

Seeing that there were three people, Elder Mingzong suddenly couldn't find the target of his temper. He had no choice but to yell with a dark face: "Speak quickly! Which one of you was called by Zi Lin?"

"Zi Lin, who is Zi Lin?" Zheng Qiu was confused. He looked at his master and then at Yun You, not knowing how to answer.

Since we don’t know who Zi Lin is, let’s change the question and find out. Elder Mingzong yelled again: “Well, whose is the cloud symbol?”

After being yelled at twice in a row, even a fool knew that the other party was in a bad mood. Zheng Qiu raised his hand cautiously: "Yun Fu, yes, it's mine."

With a brush, the khaki brilliance flashed, and Elder Ming Zong stood in front of Zheng Qiu instantly. Zheng Qiu felt his eyes blurred as the Elder Ming Zong pressed against his face. Then the clothes on his chest tightened, and his whole figure looked like a small child. He was held in the opponent's hand like a chicken.

"Be careful!" The master looked closely and saw Zheng Qiu being picked up. He felt anxious and wanted to step forward to stop him.

After taking half a step, someone grabbed his clothes. The master turned around and found Yunyou shaking her head at him.

Yunyou urged in a low voice: "Master Zheng, don't go. This person's cultivation is unfathomable. If he wants to harm Zheng Qiu, it will be useless for you and me to come two hundred more times."

"This..." The master hesitated for a moment, then had to step back and stand next to Yun You.

"Tell me, how many days does it take for Guqi Grass to germinate and mature?"

Zheng Qiu was frightened to death as he was being swung around in someone's hands, and the other person was yelling at him in front of him. He was hesitating and speechless.

"Tell me quickly, how many days?"

"Six, sixty-eight days..." Zheng Qiu replied quickly, his voice was so frightened that he cried.

"Which part of the purple thorn fern is used for medicine?"

"With thorns, the roots of the thorns are inserted and used as medicine..."

Elder Ming Zong's anger immediately disappeared. Most of the anger was gone. Zi Lin didn't make it up. This kid really knows how to grow medicine.

So he planned to make it more difficult: "How to make Qingsi Huanghualan bear fruit?"

Finding that the tone of the other party's question was softer than before, Zheng Qiu became more courageous: "Use, use dry powder of absinthium absinthium leaves, bury it under the Qingsi Huanghualan and let it bear fruit."

A suspicious look flashed across Elder Mingzong's face. He had never heard of this method. To make Qingsi Huanghualan bear fruit, it should be watered continuously for a month with the spiritual spring water in the cave.

But he did not directly refute it. Maybe this is a brand new method. Only by trying it will you know whether it is right or not.

Elder Ming Zong put down Zheng Qiu and asked, "Are you sure it's the dry powder of absinthe leaves?"

Standing on the ground, Zheng Qiu's hanging heart finally calmed down. Elder Ming Zong seemed to be no longer angry. Zheng Qiu wiped his cold sweat and nodded and replied: "I'm sure, it's this kind of dry powder."

Elder Ming Zong clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the little boy in front of him with a hesitant expression. After a while, he finally made a decision and asked: "Mao Yatou said you know how to grow Yiluo flowers, so how do you make Yiluo flowers grow?"

Flowers sprout?”

Zheng Qiu looked at the other party's expression and didn't know whether it was a question or a request for advice. Although this was the master's unique skill, but thinking of Elder Mingzong's menacing look just now, Zheng Qiu decided to be honest: "Well, Yiluohua

The seed coat is broken, the damage-resistant incense vine is used as the base, and the seeds are planted inside the stem of the vine to germinate."

Elder Mingzong's eyes lit up. Sure enough, it was another planting method that he had never heard of. This kid really had some skills. However, he still controlled his expression and continued to ask calmly: "According to this method, how can it be done?"

What is the germination rate of Luohua?"

Zheng Qiu scratched his head: "I don't know this either. I only planted six of them, and they all sprouted."

The corners of Elder Mingzong's mouth turned up slightly: "Yes, it seems that Zi Lin is not bragging. You can really grow anything."

"No, no..." Zheng Qiu shook his head like a rattle, "I can't possibly know everything. Yes, the girl forced me to say that, otherwise she would let me eat the plate."

Zheng Qiu cursed in his heart: Zi Lin, Zi Lin, he should have guessed a long time ago that the Zi Lin mentioned by Elder Ming Zong was the girl who threw the cloud charm to him. This Zi Lin must have said that more than the old man Ming Zong planted medicine.

A powerful person came and told Elder Mingzong, no wonder he was so angry just now, damn it.

Elder Mingzong carefully looked at the little boy in front of him with his hands behind his back. This child was only about ten years old, about the same age as Zi Lin. Although he had no cultivation level, he knew so much about various medicines. After the test just now, these knowledge

It definitely has the practical skills of growing medicine in it.

For ordinary people to have such skills at this age, they would never be able to do it without working hard and studying hard. This shows that he must be an obedient child. The more Elder Mingzong looked at it, the more he liked it. He thought to himself that after many years of research, he had finally found a successor.

After observing for a long time, Elder Mingzong finally made up his mind: "My child, what is your name?"

"Me? My name is Zheng Qiu."
Chapter completed!