The ancient immortal revived, I trained 1 fox apprentices

Chapter 207 The Ninth Secret Medicine, Withered Grass Revives New Sprouts
In the early morning, the sky over Fox Mountain was a little brighter, and the outline of the dark clouds could just be seen.

The strong wind is blowing between mountains and haze, blowing in the endless medicine fields, and blowing in the mighty convoy passing through the medicine fields!

In the leading car, a sofa was placed on the roof, and Bai Mo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, facing the strong wind and flying sand.

The car moves forward rapidly, and the scenery along the road retreats rapidly.

Bai Mo looked around from time to time, looking at the medicine fields on both sides of the road.

In some medicine fields, I saw little red figures shuttle back and forth, but it was the apprentice fox who was in place, either wielding a small shovel to weed, or pawing the grass blades to remove insects.

Behind Bai Mo, there are a total of fifty cars, each carrying ten fox apprentices, various shovels, water ladles and buckets of weed killers.

"Sitting on the roof like this is pretty good, except for the wind blowing your hair, there's nothing wrong with it.

"I will use this when I visit Fox Mountain in the future."

Bai Mo grinned, combed his wind-torn hair, and watched the motorcade rush out of the [-]-acre medicine field to the desolate grassland outside the medicine field.

He held the petunias on the armrest of the sofa and gave orders to the driver in the car.

"Overalls, open to the right first.

"The car behind, keep up for now."

After driving a certain distance, he gave orders to the apprentices again.

"No. 50 cars, stop on the spot, center on the car, spray herbicides, and open up wasteland!"

The NO.50 car at the end of the convoy stayed in the wasteland and watched the convoy go away.

The four foxes jumped out of the car with the small bucket of herbicide in their arms, and began to spray the pesticide on the wasteland.

"Hey!"

"Ouch!"

"Hey!"

When opening up wasteland in the past, there were not so many herbicides, and it was all done by fox claws.

The four foxes were delighted, and began to sprinkle medicine on the ground.

……

The convoy walked another distance. Car No. 49 at the end was holding the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator. Hei Xingxing heard Master's order from the horn in the cockpit.

"Car No. 49, stop on the spot.

"Take the car as the center, open up wasteland!"

Black Star braked with one foot!
When the car came to a steady stop, I went to the back of the car with a few brothers in the car, held a bucket of herbicide, jumped off, and started working!

In addition to herbicides, there is also a large barrel of honey green tea and a large pot of taro cakes in the carriage, which are specially prepared tea and snacks in the cafeteria.

In the past, when Fox Mountain opened up wasteland, the conditions were not so good.

At that time, open up wasteland, drink cold water when thirsty, and drink northwest wind when hungry.

"Hey!"

"Ouch!"

"Hey!"

The four foxes cheered and began to spray the herbicide.

They have sufficient confidence... Today, this piece of land, including this bucket of green tea, including this pot of taro crisps, they can all solve it!
……

The convoy moved quickly around the original medicine field.

At intervals, a car stops, and the car is the center to open up wasteland.

Car No. 35 stops.

White tail cocked its tail, hugged the small bucket, and together with the three senior brothers, circled the car and spiraled outwards!
At the bottom of the small barrel, there is a spout of a watering can, which is spraying herbicide outward.

The grass is bald in some places, dense in some places, and the grass in some places is taller than a fox, so it needs to get in.

But wherever the herbicide goes, regardless of the tall, short, sparse or dense weeds, they will quickly rot, corrode, rot into a thick soup, rot in the ground, and become fertilizer for later planting.

All four foxes have rich experience in weeding. At this time, they are side by side and spiral outwards, so that there will be no waste of herbicides, no overlapping spraying, and no omissions.

Spraying medicine is a very common daily work in Fox Mountain, and they all have a lot of experience!
Suddenly, Xingxing Claw next to him opened his mouth, talking foxy.

"Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

It wants to ask, is there any valuable medicinal herbs in this weed?
Whitetail grinned.

"Aww, beep!"

Master sent a convoy to search around here long ago, and all the valuable medicinal materials have been dug away!
……

brush……

In the convoy, 49 vehicles have all stopped.

It's like driving 49 nails on this vast grassland.Then use these nails as the starting point to weed and loosen the soil to spread the fertile land.

Bai Mo's lead car was patrolling back and forth in this wasteland.

The spiritual consciousness spreads, scans the land, finds major problems, and guides the work of the apprentices.

"Here, dig a hole and pour the herbicide directly into it, there are weeds in the ground!"

……

"In this place, there are a lot of rocks below, and the grass field is slightly turned outward, so you can hide from the rocks."

……

"Huh? This land is quite fat! Maybe we can grow some precious things."

While sitting on the sofa on the roof of the car, Bai Mo inspected the land reclamation. At the same time, he turned on the tablet computer and recorded the general situation of each medicine field.

In this way, most of the morning passed quickly.

49 brand new medicine fields, with soft and fertile soil, appear in this vast grassland.

The apprentices waved their small shovels one by one, began to find out the broken stones inside, and began to repair some uneven places.

Bai Mo sat on the roof of the car, left early, walked through the [-] mu of medicine fields, and returned to the bronze hall early.

"There is still some time before lunch. I'm going to sort out the documents I dug up in the morning."

At the entrance of the main hall, Bai Mo jumped out of the car and walked in.

"Ugh?"

He suddenly saw a large stack of copper plates neatly placed next to the bronze table.

"Is there a big shipment?"

Bai Mo grinned, walked across the hall, walked to the copper plate, picked up the top one, and began to read.

【...The withered grass regenerates and sprouts again.The meaning of resurrection contained in the new sprout is another great secret medicine for advancing to Sequence Six]

"Oh?"

Really found it!
This ninth secret medicine is indeed related to the rebirth of withered grass!

"The last secret medicine was obtained by cultivating the Sequential Eight Alchemists.

"This secret medicine is obtained by reviving the Sequence Six Immortal Grass.

"Why do these secret medicines have some charity in them?"

Bai Mo smiled, holding the copper plate in his hand, walked quickly back to the bronze table and sat down, and began to read carefully.

[The rebirth of withered grass is an eternal problem.Countless ancient immortals with poor heads and poor scriptures have wasted their lives, but they are stuck at this step and cannot be promoted after all]

[A disciple once asked Junhou how she regenerated the withered grass back then, and how she was promoted to a master of general knowledge? 】

【Jun Hou said, luck】

[disciple crying]

Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter? Luck?
"If you're lucky, if you can revive withered grass, you'll be promoted?

"Unlucky, stuck for the rest of your life, until you die of old age?

"This set of Gu Xianchao's stuff is really unreliable!"

He continued to watch.

[Mr. Qingyue is grateful for the difficulties of his disciples, and started to study the mystery of the resurrection of the withered grass. Day and night, he left two carts of documents in the withered grass garden]

【When the war starts, the princes order generals and go to the battlefield】

[Two carts of documents, the secret of resurrection, it is interrupted here, it is difficult to continue]

[The disciples engraved two carts of documents on copper plates and sealed them in the withered grass garden, waiting for the day when the king returns...]

"Oh?

"It turns out that Lord Qingyue once studied this difficult problem, but halfway through the study, she went off to fight the war, and her research was unfinished when she never returned.

"Ancient Immortal Dynasty, the words of Junhou should be Sequence Three?

"The boss of Sequence Three can't handle this thing?"

After Bai Mo finished reading the copper plate, he continued to read.

The good news is that, in order for the disciples of Sequence Seven to understand, Qingyue Junhou deliberately recorded her research in the text of Sequence Seven.

It is recorded in the copper plate that, first of all, she went to collect the research of her predecessors, many of whom had high-sequence ancient immortals like her, who were promoted by luck back then, and went back to re-study the secret of the resurrection of withered grass.

"Oh?"

Bai Mo continued to look down, as expected...

"All the research of the ancient immortals are all stuck?

"No one has studied it to understand?"

Bai Mo looked down again, and saw several copper plates in succession.

"Mr. Qingyue's research is actually the most advanced and the closest to success?
"Back then, she probably wasn't an ordinary prince."

Bai Mo got up and roughly flipped over the copper plates.

Seeing this pile of documents, it records the materials collected by Qingyue Junhou, as well as Qingyue Junhou's research ideas and existing work.

"not bad!
"I'll follow her train of thought, step by step."

In these documents, many high-sequence immortal grasses are recorded in the words of Sequence Seven... For example, ghost crying tree, dirty heart orange, cloud cloth...

"Without this document, I wouldn't even know the name of the high-sequence fairy grass.

"Let's try first, to see if I can complete the unfinished journey of Lord Qingyue."

……

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the wind howled.

At the foot of the mountain, there are ruins.

On the broken bronze pillars, numb men and women are carved. They are all bow-legged, like the base of a vase, with their arms raised high, like the handles of a vase, and their mouths are raised, like the mouth of an open vase.

That's right, this is Meat Bottle Mountain.

Not far away, there is a grass field, about tens of acres.

Men and women are toiling in it numbly.

Some of them loosen the soil, some catch insects, but all of them grow vines and small flowers in their ears, and their eyes are dull, like zombies.

"This trick is really reliable.

"If you plant flowers in your ears, you will not be afraid of hardship or tiredness, nor will you be lazy."

At the ridge of the medicine field, the poison master Wang Crocodile stood, drank the medicinal wine in his cup, smacked his lips, feeling very emotional.

Wang Crocodile turned and left, along the mountain road, climbed to the mountain hall.

Entering the hall, one can see the ancient immortal medicine monkey huddled in a huge bronze chair in the empty hall.

Wang Crocodile put on a smiling face immediately.

"Master, at the medicine field, everything is going well!
"Just now, there was a younger brother who seemed to be tired. I poured some fertilizer into his mouth, and he was full of energy and energy again!

"Master, the flowers you planted in their ears are really amazing!
"The fertilizer you prepared is really amazing!
"To be honest, every time I come into contact with your fairy arts, I feel extremely uncomfortable!

"A master like you, with such mysterious and unpredictable fairy art, makes me feel hopeless as a disciple. I will never be as powerful as you in my whole life...

"Ugh!

"Actually, I am outstanding in this world, but compared to you, I am really nothing..."

As the name suggests, the Ancient Immortal Medicine Monkey is thin and dry, huddled in a bronze chair, wearing a wide robe and a huge hat, which often reminds Wang Crocodile of the phrase "the monkey is crowned".

But Wang Crocodile is still sincere and full of enthusiasm, and he will flatter him like a machine gun!
Because he discovered a long time ago that this ancient immortal likes to be flattered by others!

Sure enough, 5 minutes after he blew wildly, Gu Xian waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Hey, where are all the flattery coming from?

"We cultivators don't pay much attention to these things.

"Especially me, since I cultivated immortality, I have been pure-minded and ascetic, and I am too lazy to listen to others' flattery, and I am even more impatient to listen to others' flattery.

"Good apprentice, sit down, let's continue the lecture.

"Last time, we talked about the second stage of Fire Consciousness Soup..."

The poison master Wang Crocodile hurriedly rolled up to Master's feet, raised his head, and listened carefully as if he had found a treasure!

As for Gu Xian's saying that he doesn't like to listen to people's flattery, he just listens to it, I can't believe it.

The other disciples in the dream of Meat Ping Mountain all believed the ancient fairy's nonsense at the beginning, but now they are planting medicine like zombies with flowers growing in their ears.

His poison master, Wang Crocodile, found out the clues on the second day after he came, so he blew rainbow farts every day. For three years, he flattered every day, three times a day. Listen to Gu Xian's lecture.

Before I knew it, two hours passed.

The poison master Wang Crocodile was dizzy from hearing this.

But Gu Xian stretched out his thin hand like a monkey's paw, and touched his head.

Wang Crocodile suppressed his nausea, with a moved expression on his face and tears in his eyes.

"Master, don't touch it!

"You are so kind to your disciples, it always reminds me of my father who passed away early...

"Of course he is definitely not worthy to be compared with you. He is far from you..."

In the midst of the blowing, Gu Xian huddled in the bronze chair, his face fluttered when he heard it.

After more than five minutes, Gu Xian waved his hand and asked Wang Crocodile to stop first.

"I've told you before, we cultivators don't pay attention to this kind of thing..."

Wang Crocodile nodded quickly.

"The disciple just can't control it, the truth is revealed!"

When Wang Crocodile pretended to be his grandson, he was as tired as the grandson's two apprentices, carrying a large stone slab to the hall and placing it beside Gu Xian.

Gu Xian casually glanced at the handwriting on the stone slab, then smiled crookedly, with a hint of mockery in his smile.

Wang Crocodile lowered its head, turned its eyes to the stone slab, and saw this text, which looked like a sequence of seven characters!

He immediately thought for a moment.

"Disciple, looking at this stone slab is like reading a heavenly book!
"But Master can see through the contents of this board at a glance. This gap... Sigh!"

Gu Xian was very happy and grinned.

"On this slate, there are some things written about clowns.

"Sequence Seven is promoted to Sequence Six, and there is a checkpoint that requires the rebirth of withered grass.

"On this slate, there is a record of a clown's useless attempt."

Wang Crocodile was surprised.

"Rebirth of withered grass? Can you regenerate withered grass back then?"

Gu Xian smiled mischievously.

"I...was lucky back then.

"But there's no way to do it, even the emperor, it was done by luck back then.

"Anyone who wants to study the mystery of the dead grass's resurrection is either a fool or a clown."

Wang Crocodile glanced sideways, remembering all the patterns on the slate in his heart.

At the same time, he kept flattering in his mouth.

"Hey, then the emperor is worthy of being on the same level as you!"

Gu Xian grinned like a monkey grabbing a banana.

"Hey hey hey, hahahaha, it's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible!"

Gu Xian bared his teeth and grinned with emotion.

"Damn it, thousands of years have passed, and all the high-sequence fairy grasses have withered, completely dead.

"If there is a technique of resurrection of withered grass, that would be great!"

　Today's manuscript is finished.See you tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)