In the early morning, as soon as Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, he heard a babbling sound coming from his ears. Needless to say, it was the sound coming from the little white peony flower essence that lived here.
After these days of unlimited spiritual watering, when this little white peony flower essence moved its body to him, the huge deficit it created had long been made up, and there was even a slight surplus, causing him to grow taller.
, it’s just not very obvious.
The key is not that, the key is that after this little guy got enough benefits from her, he didn't forget to go back to the original place to show off, or promote it.
The most direct result of this was that after Feng Bingwen kicked the old medicine spirit out of the house, in just seven days, several more flowers and plants from the mountains moved into his yard.
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If mortals call friends and live in other people's houses like this, they will inevitably cause resentment and even cause trouble. But such an innocent and lovely mountain elf is really hard to dislike.
Moreover, these elves who had been invited to live in were also very sensible. At this time, Feng Bingwen had just sat up from the bed when he saw several delicate-looking little people flapping their petal wings and lifting a flower cup.
He came in and held it up in front of Feng Bingwen like a treasure.
"Didn't I say that you don't need to spend so much time brewing this flower dew?"
Looking at the flower cup held in front of him and the fragrance of the flowers that hit his face, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but look helpless on his face. The flower cup held a mouthful of sparkling honeydew, even if he hadn't drank it yet.
You can feel a sense of warmth, and you can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing.
This is the "rent" paid by these mountain spirits to live in his yard. It was not Feng Bingwen's request, but what these little guys took the initiative to brew.
At dawn in the morning, pick the dew that contains the essence of wood among the flowers. After collecting the first ray of purple when the sun rises, you can brew this spiritual dew.
But for these weak flower essences, brewing such spiritual dew not only requires joint efforts, but also delays their own cultivation accumulation.
So after Feng Bingwen tasted it once and figured out the brewing method of this spiritual dew, he refused such an offering, but he never thought that these little guys wouldn't listen to him.
Seeing that Feng Bingwen didn't seem to want to enjoy the spiritual dew they had worked so hard to brew, the little white peony root, which was quite conspicuous even in the flower essence, suddenly began to chirp, seeming a little anxious.
"You brew too often, and it's no use to me."
Feng Bingwen could vaguely guess what the little flower essence wanted to express, but he still refused.
In fact, this flower dew is not really useless to him. The purple energy contained in this flower dew, if he can drink it for a long time and in large quantities, will be of great benefit to his practice, because this is something that monks with great supernatural powers will take.
But if you want to drink this amount of floral dew, even if you catch all the flower essences and force them to drink it every day, it will be impossible to brew this amount of floral dew.
After hearing Feng Bingwen's clear refusal, not only the little white peony root that first came to settle in his courtyard, but also the other little flower essences showed anxious looks on their faces.
These little flower spirits are romantic in nature, but they are not stupid. Some of them have been given guidance before they moved here.
They placed their bodies near the residence of a great monk, and their behavior was tantamount to seeking shelter. Since they were seeking shelter from others, they naturally had to make offerings.
If the other party does not accept any offerings, it means that at a critical moment, they can be abandoned without hesitation. Such protection is extremely fragile.
"Okay, stop arguing, just do as I say."
Facing these noisy elves, some of whom even couldn't help crying, Feng Bingwen also saw the clues and remembered the old thing he kicked out.
It was after that day that a large number of spirits poured into his mansion, and some of them even moved their bodies here, hoping to make their homes in his mansion.
"You condense this flower dew every day, which is really harmful to you. You can't do it again. At most once a month. After it is brewed, you don't have to give it to me. Send it to the meals and drinking water of the elderly at home, quietly.
Feed them the ground.”
Feng Bingwen said this, this flower dew is of no use to him, but for mortals, it is still a rare spiritual treasure. Rejuvenation is probably not very good, but drinking it once a month will make you live a long life.
After hearing Feng Bingwen's words, these dejected and even weeping Huajingmen suddenly let out a melodious and noisy cry happily.
"Okay, let's consider today as the first time. Please send this flower cup over!"
Following Feng Bingwen's instructions, these flower essences were just as energetic as when they came, holding the cup of flower cups and heading to the side room where the two old people lived in the adjacent courtyard.
When Feng Bingwen saw this scene, he only found it interesting and was not worried about them. Although his house had already been hired by long-term workers to start sweeping, it was easy to hide it from their eyes and ears.
Although they are the weakest grass and tree spirits in the world and have no killing power, their concealment methods are indeed good. It is easy to deceive mortals.
However, although Feng Bingwen said he would not drink flower dew, as the mountains around Qingshan County, a certain old drug spirit who was kicked out by a naughty boy consciously tested out the nature of the naughty boy, and felt that this person
He is a person worthy of entrustment.
As a result, in just over a month, the number of spirits in Feng Bingwen's courtyard increased to hundreds, and so many little guys who were loved by the aura of heaven and earth gathered in the courtyard. The result was that Feng Bingwen
The vegetation in Bingwen's courtyard grows crazily, giving it a somewhat primitive and primitive feel.
If Feng Bingwen hadn't cast a spell to cover it up, the long-term workers hired to clean it would have noticed the abnormality long ago. Even if they couldn't see it with their eyes, they could feel the difference in their bodies when they stepped into the courtyard.
It feels like my body is a little lighter. The fragrance of green grass and the sultry fragrance of flowers linger in my nose. Even after cleaning the entire yard, I don't feel tired. On the contrary, I feel comfortable all over.
These long-term workers who only come to sweep once a day feel this way, not to mention Feng Bingwen who lives in this courtyard. The elves of the grass in the mountains gather in his courtyard. No matter how extraordinary he is, he can still get something from it.
some benefits.
One of the benefits of this is that the nectar that can only be brewed by the cooperation of digital flower essences is not a problem to drink freely, but it is not a problem to take a sip every now and then.