Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 330 It’s a disaster, not a blessing
The mind is perceiving.

The inspiration of life poured into the turmeric gourd, like mist like water, slowly sinking to the bottom, without ever dissipating or integrating into the turmeric gourd. It seems to be a container carrying the inspiration of life.

Li Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he scanned the turmeric gourd inch by inch. But to his disappointment, he felt that it was just a mortal object without aura.

But how can ordinary things carry the inspiration of life?

"Is it a spiritual weapon? Is the spirituality self-obstructed?"

Seeing this situation, Li Changsheng couldn't help but think of the spiritual weapons refined from exotic treasures, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

After injecting almost one-tenth of the life inspiration stored in the center of the eyebrows, stop and put the gourd on the table.

He looked up at Dong Xing, who was drinking tea, and said with a smile:

"I thought you were abducted by the Li Mo Sect. You have a skill and you will probably not die, but it won't be much better." He pointed to Dong Xing's clothes and joked: "I don't think you are living a good life, and your cultivation is He is about to reach consummation and is wearing a high-quality robe."

Dong Xing understood that Li Changsheng wanted to know about his situation in the Immortal Evergreen Sect, so he put down the tea cup, smacked his lips, shook his head and said: "This spiritual tea is good. After drinking two cups, I feel much better all over."

After speaking in one breath, Dong Xing picked up the tea cup and drank it, smacked his lips, poured himself another cup, took a sip, and said coldly:

He, Fang Fan and many spiritual farmers were kidnapped. After waking up, they appeared in a small courtyard and listened to the conversation of the guarding monks. They were in a place called "Dan Valley", one of the fairy cities in the territory of Yuqiong. Fairy city.

Then within one month.

Until Mu Weng went out and never returned, the gate of the Immortal Evergreen Sect was destroyed.

The old man takes it half a month.

Dong Xing was asked to take care of the spiritual field and cultivate spiritual plants for him. From time to time, he was also asked to pour life inspiration into the turmeric gourd.

After Dong Xing woke up, he saw an old man who claimed to be the deacon of the Immortal Evergreen Sect, his name was Mu Weng, and he placed a ban on him.

Dong Xing waved his hand and said lazily: "I am weak and cannot bear such a blessing. Since I told you, I will give it to you."

I don’t know how long it’s been.

"Huh?" Li Changsheng returned to his thoughts, looked at Dong Xing, frowned and said: "This is you"

A year has passed.

Several years passed.

After being sold by the Spiritual Farmers, they were once again taken into a dark place.

Dong Xing and Fang Fan seemed to be of higher value, or were booked in advance.

But he didn't wait until he finished speaking.

Dong Xing understood that he could not escape, so he accepted his fate. Although he was trapped in a small space, he was still alive, so he took care of his spiritual field and cultivated spiritual plants.

He sighed, straightened his expression, recalled for a moment, and told Li Changsheng what he had experienced since being kidnapped by the Limo Sect.

Many spiritual farmers, including Yun Wan, Sun Wenyu, and Zhong Ming whom Li Changsheng knew, were purchased and taken away by different monks.

"This gourd is given to you."

Seemingly seeing that Dong Xing was stable or feeling that he was too old, the old man gave him elixirs and magic weapons to help him practice. Half a year ago, he even placed a turmeric gourd and a demon tree heart that stores life inspiration on him.

It was also at this time that Dong Xing accidentally discovered that the pure vitality in turmeric gourd could relieve the adhesions between the eyebrows.

It's not that he doesn't know that turmeric gourd is precious, but he also knows that he can't keep such a thing.

Even if he can hide it, can Dong Yao hide it after he dies? Can you resist greed?

Dong Xing didn't know, but he didn't want to take the risk.

Rather than bringing disaster to the family, it would be better to give it to Li Changsheng.

A few days ago.

The monk who was more powerful than Mu Weng was killed by the young man in front of him with a sword, and his power was clearly visible.

"It's only been a few years. If he doesn't die, what will happen a hundred years later?"

Don't dare to think. Don't dare to think.
Although he was trapped in the Immortal Evergreen Sect and could not leave that small space, he could communicate with other spiritual farming monks from time to time, which greatly increased his knowledge.

At the very least, one has a clear understanding of Qi training, pulse condensation, and Dao foundation. Befriending such a monster would only be good for his family.

After Li Changsheng heard what Dong Xing said, he looked at him deeply. Without politeness, he smiled and joked: "Then I will accept your kindness and send me a big treasure."

"Ha ha."

The two looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time, and the strangeness they had felt for several years quickly faded away.

Li Changsheng also told Dong Xing what happened after he left.

When they heard that Dong Yao and his wife were taking in Yun Wan Qinglan and Qing Yue, they nodded their heads and sighed.

The time for tea has passed.

Li Changsheng's expression moved slightly, he stood up, looked at Dong Xing, and said with a smile: "Dong Yao and the others should be here."

"Ok!"

Dong Xing immediately put down the tea cup, stood up and walked towards the door. He suddenly stopped halfway, swept his cassock with his palms, his back as straight as a pine tree, and strode out with his hands behind his back.

"This old man"

Li Changsheng laughed in his heart, waved his hand, put away the turmeric gourd, and followed him.

Walk to the courtyard.

The courtyard gate's forbidden light flashed, and the wooden door slowly opened.

Li Paner's laughter spread into the courtyard.

"Xifu is really getting cuter and cuter as he grows up. From now on, you can stay at my aunt's house and take care of the fat and white you she raised."

Then a childish voice sounded.

"Okay, aunt, I want to eat sheep to cherish my blessings."

"Hahaha"

Xifu agreed so straightforwardly that a burst of ringing laughter rang out.

The courtyard door is wide open.

Li Pan'er walked in holding Xifu, who looked like a fairy child, fair and cute, with two little tweets on her head, and wearing a green skirt.

Following closely behind her was Dong Yao, who was wearing a black veil, and two girls with the same appearance, wearing blue robes and pink robes respectively, with petite and cute faces.

Following behind was Rong Ying's nearly ten-foot-tall figure.

Behind her was Wu Yong, who had several ugly scars on his face and a fierce aura. However, he followed her with lowered eyebrows and seemed a bit more honest.

Dong Yao listened to the bickering between Xi Fu and Li Pan'er, and the corners of her mouth behind the black veil were slightly raised. She glanced across the courtyard and was stunned when she saw the old man with a swollen and purple head like a pig's head, but his hair was meticulously combed.

Li Pan'er and others also saw him, with doubts on their faces.

Wu Yong's eyes widened like Dong Yao's. He couldn't help rubbing his eyes and said in disbelief: "Grandpa?"

It was also the voice of grandfather that made Dong Yao's body tremble, and the feeling of blood connection came to her heart. Her eyes were quickly covered with a layer of mist, and she shouted "grandfather." She quickly ran over, hugged the old man, and immediately heard a heartbreaking sound. The cry of the lungs.

Listening to his granddaughter crying, Dong Xing's heart pounded. He patted her shoulder gently and comforted her: "Good grandson, good grandson, grandpa is back, is back."

"He is Sister Dong Yao's missing grandfather"

Li Pan'er blinked. Dong Yao went to and from the Bamboo Cinema from time to time and knew her family quite well. Although her grandfather was far from what she imagined, she was still happy for them.

Dong Yao's cry frightened Xi Fu in Li Pan'er's arms. After regaining consciousness, his little mouth bent downwards, and mist quickly gushed out of his eyes.

Immediately, a childish cry no less loud than Dong Yao's voice sounded.

"Wow."

"Mother."

Xi Fu leaned forward, his short arms facing Dong Yao, and while crying, big tears came out as if they were free.

(End of this chapter)