Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Three days later.

Hidden in Shangshan, Xiaoyao Pavilion.

The six people, namely, Zhimingke, the Taoist in hemp clothes, the Taoist Sushang, the Taoist Hanhui, the layman Huojia and the Taoist Baicao in a green robe, met together.

Make friends over tea and discuss philosophy over tea.

The pavilion is suspended high, and a banquet is set up in the air waiting for the arrival.

The old man in the astrology robe closed his eyes tightly, facing a certain place and said, "Old ghost in hemp clothes, why are you hiding when he comes?"

"Maybe he thinks his tattered clothes are shameful." said Master Su Shang with a cold expression.

"Stop making fun of me!" a bold and uninhibited voice said, "Gray Mouse, come together!"

A big man in ragged linen clothes came out with his straw sandals with broken ropes making a rustling sound.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray figure jumped out from the flowers next to him and rushed straight to the high pavilion in the sky of Xiaoyao Pavilion as fast as a meteor.

The burly man in hemp clothes let out a "whoosh" and was unwilling to be outdone. He stepped on the Zen lamp with his tattered straw sandals, and his energy surged, and his body flew up like a projection.

The gentle breeze blew the copper Zen lamp into powder.

The burly man in sackcloth and the gray figure stepped onto the pavilion together.

Master Baicao was chewing the melon seeds that he had begged from Qi Wuyue, shaking his legs leisurely. He looked up and saw the two of them and said, "Wow, you're here pretty early this year."

The burly man in hemp clothes, also known as the Taoist priest in hemp clothes, laughed.

The gray figure was the Taoist Han Hui. His voice was hoarse like fire: "I heard that Su Shang got a treasure, so I can't be absent."

Baicao Zhenren immediately became curious: "What treasure is it? Zhiming, can you tell me the fortune?"

Zhimingke closed his eyes, and a huge star disk appeared behind him. The outer disk was rotating, and there seemed to be countless stars in the inner disk, with star lines intertwined and flowing in disorder.

The burly man in linen clothes had half of one trouser leg missing, revealing his hairy legs. He lay down on the jade chair, and the hairy leg fluttering in the wind pressed against the green-robed old man's leg, which was shaking happily.

Master Baicao paused in cracking melon seeds, looked at his newly changed green robe which was stained with smelly sweat, and immediately stretched out his claws.

"Ow!"

Followed by a loud cry of pain.

The nine-foot-tall man hugged his legs and leaped three feet high with a roar.

The old man in green robe sneered and loosened his grip on the handful of long hair.

Taoist Han Hui shrugged and laughed for a while, saying sarcastically: "The old ghost in hemp clothes is not good at physical training."

"Your body is trained by cultivating sweat hairs!" the big man in hemp clothes shouted angrily.

The two of them started arguing again.

"Where is the old bald donkey? He is the only one missing. Is he coming or not?" the old man in green robe yelled.

Master Su Shang had a handsome face and said coldly, "Huojia is never on time and has stood us up several times. In my opinion, there is no need to wait any longer and waste time."

"Don't worry, my dear donor. I will be there soon."

There were faint fluctuations in the air, and a slow and drawn-out Zen sound came from the air.

The old man in green robe was cracking melon seeds when a soft, white, plump, round hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

"Donor Baicao, your melon seeds look delicious. Why don't you share some with me?"

The old man in green robe looked at the hand, held a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and raised it above his round hand.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick."

Not more, not less, just five grains fell into the palm of the fat white hand.

"..."

The silence was the silence of five people.

He saw that except for the guest who knew his fate with closed eyes, the eyes of the other three people, the Taoist in hemp clothes, the Taoist Su Shang, and the Taoist Hanhui, all fell on him.

The old man in green robe glared at them one by one without any courtesy.

The hemp-clothed man said bluntly, "No, old vegetable worm, why are you so petty!"

"Extremely stingy." Master Su Shang commented coldly.

"It's outrageous." Someone closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Could it be that these melon seeds of yours are some kind of rare treasure?" The Taoist Han Hui looked doubtful.

The old man in green robe: "..."

The old man in green robe: "No..."

The old man in green robe explained: "I don't have much left, honestly. If you don't believe me, just look—" and he spread out his palms.

However, what he got was an even more contemptuous look from everyone.

"Click, click..."

At some point a person quietly sat down on the only empty seat left. He was plump and fair-skinned, wearing an ochre-red monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, each as big as a goose egg.

He was clumsily cracking a few melon seeds with his five stubby fingers.

"Huojia Tushi, just tell me whether these melon seeds are delicious or not!"

The man in green robe was helpless and pointed at a calm and composed bald man and asked.

"I am Mr. Huojia, not the... bald monk that the donor is talking about." Mr. Huojia corrected with a kind look.

"I repeat, it is a lay Buddhist, not a bald Buddhist."

"However, these melon seeds are indeed delicious. Why don't you share some with me?" Mr. Huojia stretched out his fat hand again with a compassionate smile.

The others were slightly surprised, because this fat bald donkey was a well-known glutton in the world of immortal cultivation.

That being the case...

Several people rushed forward and snatched everything from Master Baicao.

Master Su Shang looked at the farce in front of him and said coldly, "It's unsightly!"

A fate-conscious guest who had closed his eyes and could not see the view asked in surprise: "You didn't grab it? I was hoping that you would grab a share so that I could have a taste."

Master Su Shang: “…”

Master Su Shang looked slightly annoyed: "Ridiculous!"

After a long while, the old man in green robe finally struggled to get out from under the hands of several people. He straightened his green robe and said, "Okay, we agreed to have a tea contest. What I'm bringing out this time is Xingqu grass. You guys better not be too shy to bring out anything."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

"Xingqu grass! How can you have this kind of thing at this time of year!" Master Su Shang's face changed drastically.

"Could it be possible that you, Old Baicao, can actually grow... Xingqu grass!" Taoist Han Hui thought of something and said in a hoarse voice.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" The kind-looking Huojia layman changed his usual tone and said in an extremely resolute tone.

The sackcloth-clothed man had strong arms. He picked up the green-robed old man and shook him up, saying in surprise, "Old friend, you are really amazing. You can even grow something as amazing as Xingqu grass. Name your price. Sell me one plant first. No, two plants!"

It's no wonder that these few people were so surprised, because something like Xingqu Grass can only be found in the Star Domain and can only be opened once every hundred years.

The Star Competition is also known as the Four Realms Competition.

The human domain, the demon domain, the monster domain, and the sea outside the domain.

Four major forces compete for control of the star field.

And in the end, only one person can become the master of the stars and own all the resources of an area.

A hundred years later, the stars changed hands.

In every session, the four regions fought fiercely for this, and the number of casualties was incalculable.

The Xingqu grass is unique to the star field, it has incredible effects and astonishing value.

Moreover, even the Lord of Stars cannot take it out at will.

Because once the Xingqu Grass leaves the star field, it will disappear.

Over the years, countless herbalists and alchemists have been trying to cultivate an environment suitable for the survival of Xingqu grass, so that Xingqu grass can survive outside the star field and even... expand its reproduction.

"Words are not enough, Old Baicao, can you let us take a look?" Master Su Shang was the first to calm down and said.

"That's right. Although we all believe in your strength, the news about Xingqu Grass is too shocking." The Taoist Hanhui agreed.

"It's hard to tell whether it's true or not, so we have to be careful." Zhimingke finally opened his eyes and said.

The burly man in hemp clothes and the lay Buddhist Huojia looked at each other with scorching eyes, and the latter chanted the Buddha's name several times.

"Please come out and have a look. If the donor Baicao succeeds in growing Xingqu grass, it will bring immeasurable merit to Zhongzhou and the entire human race." Mr. Huojia put his palms together and said.

This flattery really makes people feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

The old man in green robe, who had done a lot of good deeds, brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves and said calmly, "Since you are so anxious, let's take a look."

"Look, look!" The big man in sackcloth clothes was impatient.

The old man in green robe raised his hand and was about to release.

Everyone stretched their necks.

The green-robed old man suddenly put down his hand and reminded again: "Because the environment here is not suitable for Xingqu grass, you must look through the spirit shield."

Everyone: "Okay, okay, no need to say more, we already know, just take it out and let us see it."

The old man in green robe cleared his throat and raised his hand.

Everyone stretched their necks again.