Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh bath water
The instability of the formation must have attracted the attention of the person who set up the formation from afar, but the person who set up the formation took a look and found that the formation had only been set up and started a few days ago, so he didn't care anymore.
It is normal for the formation that has just been started to be a little unstable. The general trend of the world and the geography of mountains and rivers are not static. A few fluctuations will not affect the overall situation. As long as the formation can still be maintained, then there is no need to worry too much.
Besides, there should be someone here to take care of the formation for at least three months, and any problems will be solved at any time, so there won't be any trouble.
His attention was only focused on this side for less than a cup of tea, and he never looked at this side again.
Yichen held Yichen beads in both hands, sat cross-legged in the center of the big chessboard, meditating and resting motionlessly. He wanted to cultivate his energy and spirit to the best condition before blessing.
This is a blessing for Brother Shen, and it is equivalent to sealing the Great Ming Mantra with the powerful blessing of at least one Bodhisattva in Yichen Beads. Yichen is not careless at all and concentrates on it.
No one would disturb Yichen at this time. Xiaoqing directly found a place with abundant spiritual energy to place the chessboard, covered it with a glass lampshade, and arranged a protective formation. Everyone just waited quietly. Waiting is obviously boring.
, Ding Jian went to Xinxin Tiandi to slay demons without saying a word. Xiaoman couldn't bear to be separated from Shen Fengshu, so he sat next to Shen Fengshu so obediently, even if he didn't speak, just accompanying him, he could make Brother Shen
Holding the little hand, I can smell the scent of Brother Shen, which is also happy.
However, Xiao Man was still curious after all, what was the breeding ground that Brother Shen collected, what was in it, and the blood-twisted vine, so he couldn't help but ask. Xiao Man was not the only one who was curious, Xiao Bai Xiaoqing,
There are also vixens, big and small, but because of their status, they will not take the initiative to ask unless Shen Fengshu tells them. Now that Xiaoman mentioned it, all the girls immediately looked curious and coquettish.
With an expression on his face, he was just waiting for Shen Fengshu to satisfy everyone's curiosity.
"Okay!" Shen Fengshu looked at the group of female goblins speechlessly, and then at Xiaoman who was full of curiosity. He sighed and fulfilled everyone's wishes. The breeding ground is a medicine garden space. It is not big in itself, but it is
It has a characteristic that it can seamlessly cover the real ground within a radius of thousands of miles, absorb the spiritual energy nutrition in that area, and provide the spiritual energy in the breeding ground with
Grass spiritual trees grow. Jiang Minghui is a wood-attribute monk who is extremely good at cultivating plants. He also has a unique ability to find high-quality spiritual objects that are very old. Those that can be raised in the breeding ground and left to "himself" are definitely the best.
The best, the attitude is the best
Yes, he is more affectionate than his own son.
Except for some spiritual grasses and trees planted before seizing the body, which are now about five or six hundred years old, none of them are less than a thousand years old, and there are even various old monsters that are tens of thousands of years old.
Dozens or hundreds. The blood-twisted vine is old enough, and it took the form of a 19th-grade leaf ginseng. But in fact, in terms of identity, the blood-twisted vine is just a security guard at the breeding ground. The real security of the breeding ground
The treasure of the museum is a precious ginseng with twenty-grade leaves.
The image of the twisted cane is just a reference to the real ginseng image itself.
However, everyone was still shocked when they saw the real Baoshen for the first time. "Boy!" A kid who was not tall but had a long beard and looked like a ruffian stood in front of Shen Fengshu and his party.
In front of him, he looked up at Shen Fengshu, who was holding hands with Xiaoman, and asked arrogantly: "I
Last name?"
When ginseng grows to a certain age, it will turn into the shape of a little boy. The older it is, the longer it will grow a beard. The beard of the little boy in front of me is almost as long as his height, and the year is directly upward.
I really don't know how Jiang Minghui discovered this kind of monster back then. Logically speaking, this kind of divine creature should have been condemned by God or turned into a spirit and roamed freely in the world, but now it stayed in the breeding ground obediently.
A group of beauties looked at such a cute but old-fashioned little baby playing cool here, and all of them had stars in their eyes. They wished they could reach out and pinch his tender skin that was about to ooze water. It was so cute! So delicate!
As for the little old man's problem, they didn't care. Since Shen Fengshu was here, they didn't need to worry about it at all.
"Ginger!" Shen Fengshu replied very speechlessly: "Your surname is Jiang." There is no way, this weird question is an agreement between Jiang Minghui and the little old man, otherwise the little old man would not recognize it at all. If the answer is wrong, even if the breeding ground Having been collected by Shen Fengshu, this little old man is capable of running away with him. At his age
Here, it would be useless for Shen Fengshu to be twice as strong.
Nominally, the breeding farm now belongs to Shen Fengshu, but it used to belong to Jiang Minghui, but in fact it has always belonged to this living ancestor.
"Then do you want to drink my bath water?" The little old man was very satisfied with Shen Fengshu's answer, then he raised his head and asked again.
Pfft! A group of beauties were immediately laughed at by this ridiculous question. What are these words? Why does it sound so disgusting?
"Yes!" Shen Fengshu nodded unceremoniously. Not to mention the bath water of the ginseng ancestor who had become a spirit for a hundred thousand years, even the soil under his feet was probably a rare good thing. This kind of absolute The bath water that is tonic and full of vitality is probably better than any jade liquid and fine wine.
Advanced three points. For the super living ancestors who have survived to this day, it is no longer necessary to kill them by making elixirs or eating stewed meat to nourish them. It is definitely a waste of natural resources and may directly kill them. The most correct way is to let them die. He is willing
I'll reward you with some bath water. Only a 100% pure fool would do such a stupid thing as taking the sesame seeds and losing the watermelon.
The words are disgusting, and maybe all the beauties will feel uncomfortable. But really, when the pure bath water is delivered to the little old man, let alone not drinking it, anyone who drinks it slowly is a fool.
"Then you know the rules?" The little old man looked sideways at Shen Fengshu and asked slowly.
"Junior understands! Junior understands!" Shen Fengshu nodded hurriedly, with a smile on his face, as flattering as an old eunuch's attitude in front of the emperor.
The next moment, the cool little old man turned into star-like eyes. Looking at the two wooden barrels as big as a bathtub in front of him, he almost cried out. "What kind of wine is this?" In the two large wooden barrels, , one is full of drunken wine, and the other is full of dreamy dead wine, one kind of life, one kind of death, completely different styles, but they have a magical sense of coordination that is opposite but unified.
, for the little old man, it is simply the lifeblood. Of course Shen Fengshu knows the rules of the little old man. This living ancestor usually likes nothing but fine wine. And he has a bad habit when drinking. He likes to soak in the wine vat. Drink, after getting drunk, the remaining "bath water"
"That's the reward.
Jiang Minghui has used this method several times in his memory, no more than ten times, but he has benefited a lot every time. As for why he doesn't use it more often, without him, it's really not that easy to find a good wine that can satisfy the little old man. .This Living Ancestor must not only be of sufficient age, at least a hundred years old, but also have wine that tastes good enough and has enough aura. How can a casual monk keep this level of wine? Even if he has Jiuding Guiyuan,
Wine is such a precious thing, but the newly brewed living ancestors will not give it a second glance, and how can Jiuding Guiyuan Wine be preserved for more than a hundred years?
But all the conditions are not a problem for Shen Fengshu at all. The two kinds of wine, drunkenness, dreaminess, and death, are too much for a bath. They are just right for the living ancestors to rejuvenate their blood. "Good wine is good wine, but it is a pity that the brewing method is not good and it cannot be fused.
Ah!" The little old man living ancestor is definitely a master of wine tasting. At the second glance, he saw that although the two wines are from the same source, they have not been able to be unified and integrated. He was very happy at the moment:
"Fortunately I met my old man!"
A larger wooden bathtub with a bright green color appeared in front of everyone. The little old man jumped in happily, and then poured two barrels of wine into the bathtub on each side.
Hu Lengshuang's eyes widened as she watched. She was not looking at the little old man taking a bath with his ancestors, but looking at the tender green bathtub. It was clearly made of the angry thunder and fire wood, which had experienced at least nine thunder tribulations.
Nine earth fire tribulations have lasted for tens of thousands of years. Refining the thunder and fire sacred wood can directly increase the strength of a wood attribute monk.
Ten times more good stuff, this living ancestor actually refined it into a bathtub?
Gudong, gudong, the little old man soaked in the bathtub, swallowing the wine in large gulps. While he was drinking, a layer of extremely fine dust seemed to be washed off the surface of his body, and it dissolved into the wine in the blink of an eye. The most amazing thing is that
, two fine wines that could not be fused together originally, but in this case, they merged without any obstacles. Shen Fengshu once tried pouring them together before, but when the two wines came into contact, they would resist boiling and then evaporate.
It was completely clean. But now, the two wines blended together easily.
The living ancestor was drinking wine and taking a bath, while the girls were sighing silently. This kind of thing can make the master catch up. No wonder they say that the master is unparalleled in luck?
It's ridiculous that the mysterious master thought that finding a 19th-grade ginseng leaf meant that I was lucky, but he didn't know that there was a living ancestor with 20-grade leaves who took the initiative to make ginseng wine for me.
The little old man's bath was so beautiful that he was so beautiful, and his drinking capacity was really extraordinary. He drank heavily and didn't stop. The sound of gurgling and gurgling continued for half an hour, and then he stopped.
"The rest is yours!" The Living Ancestor burped beautifully, glanced at Shen Fengshu with drunken eyes, muttered, and then lay down in his thunder-fire wood bathtub and fell asleep, snoring loudly.
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The two large buckets of drunkenness weighed a thousand kilograms in total, but the living ancestor drank only about fifty kilograms, which was left at the bottom of the tub.
The two fine wines have completely become one, exuding a mellow and rich flavor that spreads far and wide.
After Shen Fengshu carefully put away the "bath water", a quilt made of wisps of heavenly thunder and earthly fire automatically appeared on the bathtub of the Thunder Fire Divine Wood, covering the living ancestor's body. He slept beautifully
The Living Ancestor burped again in his dream and pulled the quilt a few times, making his snoring sound even sweeter.
