Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 904 Frost leaves are red in February flowers

The color of leaves and the color of sunlight are actually a composite color.

For the leaves, in spring and summer, the green color occupies the absolute home field, and in autumn and winter, the green chlorophyll retreats from the leaves in a large area, and then other ingredients that have been suppressed can finally show their colors.

This is why the leaves change from green to yellow, red, brown and other colors.

But don't say whether old man Gan knows the reason, even if he knows, he can't give such an answer.

It’s like when you come home from elementary school and your mother asks why your face is swollen, you answer, “The swelling is because the part is slapped vigorously, subcutaneous bleeding and blood emergency response, etc., so it is swollen.”

Your mother probably won't be happy with your answer, even though it's very "academic".

She will most likely pick up the broom and give your ass a hard slap too, causing subcutaneous bleeding and an emergency response.

Not only that, but she may chase and grab your earlobe, one or two, and then do a 360-degree rotation to make your earlobe respond in the same way.

That picture is simply picturesque.

Therefore, Gan Congshi's answer was: "Oh, it's getting cold, and these leaves are getting old, Xiaolingzi, it's better to be young!"

Gee!
Gee!
Just looking at this answer, I know that you old man is extremely lacking in academic sensitivity. Compared with my teacher, you are obviously worse than me!

But Xu Guangling sneered at his words that the weather was getting cold.

People here say it's cold, probably like London in the previous life, when the temperature in summer was only over 20 degrees, they issued high temperature warnings and reminders.

"I solemnly remind the general public that the temperature in the city today may reach as high as 26 degrees, or even approach 28 degrees infinitely. If you need to travel, please bring water and related medicines to prevent heatstroke."

……

If Gan Cong's answer is a little bit off, Xu Guangling will take out the identity of "the master of medicine", and then stand on the height of the great master, and give him a good introduction to why the leaves turn yellow.

Then, from things to people, explain to him the situation in Old Man Gan's own body.

Since it is the answer now, forget it.

But old man Gan has a good conscience. When he said this, he slapped his thigh suddenly and said: "I forgot, Xiaolingzi, you haven't started to practice, you will be afraid of the cold!"

Then the daily routine of this day became that Gan Congshi took Xu Guangling to run around in the Valley of the Medicine King, the goal was to find dry or semi-dry trees, and then dig up the roots and sections, etc., to reserve materials for use in the near future. Afterburning for warmth.

See, this is actually the reason why Xu Guangling taught the old man the "Wooden Pan Sutra".

Well, or one of the reasons.

On the same day, the flames arose, and Xu Guangling cooked the old man a very delicious meal of Yaowang Valley's version of "Beggar's Chicken".

At the very beginning, Xu Guangling cooked and used various medicinal materials to match food. Old man Gan was still very interested.

"Xiaolingzi, the bitter vine is so well used here!"

"Well, the taste of this material is a bit strange, hey, it seems to be pretty good..."

Then I asked Xu Guangling why he matched him so well and so on.

However, as time goes on, the old man's interest in eating is getting higher and higher, and he has gradually been trained by Xu Guangling to become a glutton, but his interest in asking is getting lower and lower, until now he hardly asks, but just eats .

In other words, he has basically given up his self-esteem as a pharmacist, and has completely degenerated into a pure foodie.

As for why he gave up, the reason is actually very simple, because there are many collocations, Xu Guangling just said, he can't understand, and there are many more, Xu Guangling replied, "Ah, I just collocations casually, messing around, Looks pretty good."

This is called Gan Cong's question!

Of course Xu Guangling wasn't hiding anything.

Rather, many collocations, or combinations, can only be understood at the height of a great master.

Just like a dish, both salt and sugar are added, people who don't know how to cook will ask, "Isn't this obviously contradictory?"

Those who know how to cook will understand that salt and sugar are used in their own way, and there is no "self-contradiction" between them.

But standing at the height of Xu Guangling, he put sugar in a dish, it is possible that he did not choose its sweetness, but just used it to react with another ingredient to produce a tasteless substance, and then that liquid substance penetrated into the dish. Add the main ingredients to make it soft and moist.

So wait.

The collocations of the "Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road" and the way in which many collocations are combined in one dish but form a wonderful balance under the influence of each other are naturally beyond the comprehension of an old man Gan.

If you don't explain it, it will make him feel that it is just ingenuity.

If he really explained it, and explained it in depth, the old man would feel desperate, at least, he would have great doubts about his level of pharmacist.

Naturally, that was not what Xu Guangling wanted to see.

This kind of "dimension reduction strike" is a multi-directional joint dimension reduction strike from different dimensions at the same time. It's better not to let the old man deal with it. Just squat in the corner with your head in your arms. If you really want to stand up, it takes less than a millisecond. The pear blossoms will be hit by the heavy rain, and then the nose will be blue, the face will be swollen, and the body will be completely incomplete.

The days in Yaowang Valley are peaceful and fulfilling.

Especially for Gan Congshi, not only is he full, but he is almost swollen, just like a student whose grades are in the middle, who is in the sprint stage of the third year of high school.

Xu Guangling, on the one hand, there is an old man to communicate with, on the other hand, the various huge knowledge gathered in the previous life is enough for him to read and analyze, so his life is also considered rich.

But in addition to being rich, Xu Guangling still has a little regret.

Experimental materials are still a little less.

There are only three, and one of these three is still in the germ cultivation stage, so it is useless at all.

Although it is said that there is no rush, it is really not urgent at all, but this kind of poor efficiency still makes Xu Guangling instinctively feel a little regret. ——

This kind of efficiency is really too low, so low that it is outrageous.

But there is no better way for a while.

His age, reflected in the external interaction, is always a shortcoming, and this shortcoming cannot even be solved in ten or twenty years, unless he keeps targeting "little partners".

So, do you want to live in seclusion in this Valley of Medicine Kings, "a small hermit in the valley", and keep it hidden for fifty or one hundred years?
like.

Uh.

It always feels like a waste of time.

Even if he is a "banished immortal" and doesn't care about wasting decades of time, this kind of unnecessary waiting and detour is too unnecessary, right?
After dinner, Xu Guangling lay on the boulder on his back, with the gentle mountain wind blowing, and looked at the starry sky that was much brighter than in his previous life. Xu Guangling thought about this question, and then, suddenly, he was taken aback.

Because a lot of stars suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, creating something out of nothing, as if the real starry sky outside was moved into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, those bright stars all split apart soundlessly, and strands of light and electricity poured out from those stars, covering his entire sea of ​​consciousness like flowing water, and then formed a... mirror.

Brilliant, crystal clear, glowing green.

Countless clouds flashed swiftly across the entire mirror, even in his own sea of ​​consciousness, Xu Guangling couldn't capture that speed.

The green glow of the mirror stretches and flickers continuously during this process.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like a long time, the flowing clouds finally stopped sliding, and the green light finally stopped flickering, and a few words appeared on the mirror surface of a lake as clear as autumn water:

"do you miss me?"

(End of this chapter)