The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

Qi Zhao knew this old man, it was the old man he had seen in Planting Spirit Hall before.

"Little friend, don't be nervous." The old man said unhurriedly: "This old man's name is Wei Zhoumu. I met you in a hurry last time. I haven't talked to you properly before."

Wei Zhoumu? !

Qi Zhao's eyes widened unconsciously. He was too familiar with the name Wei Zhoumu, the seventh-rank spiritual planter, Delong Wangzun, the first thing Chi Mu did after taking over Wanjing City in "The First Life of the Dao" was to visit , worked hard to become his disciple.

Qi Zhao admires his character, because Wei Zhoumu is one of the few spiritual planters in the world of floating life who treats spiritual plants and ordinary plants equally.

"Old Mr. Wei." Qi Zhao cupped his hands.

"Don't be cautious, sit down." Wei Zhoumu looked at him with a smile, and gently picked up a chess piece after he sat down, "Can you play chess?"

"Know a thing or two, not proficient."

Probably because it has been a long time since I saw such a serious and honest answer, Wei Zhoumu couldn't help laughing after a pause, and pushed Heizi in front of him: "Let's play the next game with the old man."

"Okay." Qi Zhao nodded, and after taking it, he found that the chess pieces were actually grass seeds, which was quite miraculous.

Pick up chess, drop a piece.

Qi Zhao didn't lie, he really didn't know much about Go, he only knew some basic rules, and the rest was completely based on feeling.

After half a stick of incense, the disadvantage of the chessboard was obvious, and he was not in a hurry, and continued to make moves according to his feeling, but some people lost their composure.

"Can you grow a little bit? Go down here to find your own death, and put it up!"

The voice came from the chess piece in his hand.

Qi Zhao shook his hand, and subconsciously dropped the chess piece on the upper side. Seeing this, Wei Zhoumu's eyes flashed with interest, and he continued to play the chess piece. Afterwards, Qi Zhao could hardly go through according to his own feeling.

"I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen you so stupid, over there on the left!"

"Hey, do you know how to go down? Stop, stop, move down!"

"I'm so worried, I feel sorry for myself."

"Don't be angry, forget it or listen to me."

Qi Zhao glanced helplessly at the chess pieces, but his subordinates did not intend to refute them. He could also see that the chess pieces were very good at chess, which could be seen from the more serious expression of Wei Zhoumu on the opposite side.

But no matter how powerful he was, because Qi Zhao had been tricked badly at the beginning, he was powerless in the end.

Watching Wei Zhoumu make his last move, Qi Zhao cupped his hands, "Your laugh is due to your incompetence in chess."

Wei Zhoumu shook his head, and suddenly opened his mouth: "What are the morphological characteristics and habits of Yueweihua?"

"Yuewei flower, the whole body is light purple, occasionally crimson red, shaped like the end of the moon, has a light fragrance, and likes humidity."

He asked so suddenly, Qi Zhao didn't have time to think, and almost subconsciously opened his mouth.

Wei Zhoumu nodded slightly, and asked a few more questions, all of which were in the "Grass and Tree Illustrated Book", which Qi Zhao remembered clearly.

"Not bad." Hearing that Qi Zhao's tone was calm and the content was correct, Wei Zhoumu smiled with satisfaction, and pointed to the pieces on the chessboard, "The last question, what kind of flower is this?"

This is a flower?

Qi Zhao was stunned for a moment: "...seed flower?"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Zhao himself was about to cry stupidly, and he didn't have the face to look at Wei Zhoumu's expression for a while.

Wei Zhoumu laughed: "This is Moonflower."

"When it is hot for a long time, the flowers and leaves gather together and condense. The condensed body is black and white, like a chess piece. It likes to be dry."

This description sounded familiar to Qi Zhao. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly took out the "Grass and Tree Illustrated Book" in his arms and turned to the page of Yueweihua. Sure enough, he found this passage in the extremely inconspicuous small words at the bottom. .

Wei Zhoumu looked at him with clear eyes: "You should be more careful with the grass and trees, and don't act carelessly."

Qi Zhao lowered his head: "The junior is taught."

He was a little frustrated. If he didn't know the reason for Wei Zhoumu's visit at the beginning, he knew it when he was asked the question just now. It was obvious that Xie Shen knew that he couldn't understand those obscure books, so he specially invited Wei Zhoumu for him. Old Mr. Wei came, but it's a pity that he didn't behave well and messed up.

His appearance was naturally pleasing, and when he sat there drooping his eyes, he looked like a small animal that was disappointed because he couldn't get food. He was so soft that people wanted to rub it.

Wei Zhoumu shook his head and smiled softly, and took out a book from the side: "You take this book, and when you have memorized everything in it... come to Zhimutang to find me."

After finishing speaking, he remembered that Qi Zhao was not yet a Lingzhi master and could not enter the Zhimu Hall, so he untied the wooden plaque on his waist and handed it over together.

Qi Zhao looked up at him blankly.

"Don't be dazed, put your things away." Wei Zhoumu stood up, "Remember to read the book carefully, and I will test you again. If you still make mistakes, I don't have such a worthless disciple."

The meaning between the words is self-evident.

"Okay!" Qi Zhao's eyes lit up, and he nodded solemnly.

He stood up and sent Wei Zhoumu out of the city lord's mansion. After seeing his back disappear, he still felt a little dazed. Xie Qing stood beside him and smiled slightly: "Old Wei has always had a high vision, congratulations, sir."

Qi Zhao was also very happy, and turned his head to look at him: "Where's Xie Shen?"

"The city lord should be at Mr.'s residence now." As if waiting for Qi Zhao to ask this question, Xie Qing answered it almost instantly, "Sir, please go over earlier."

Qi Zhao hummed, and went back to the residence with the snake-grain wood in his arms, and saw Xie Shen's figure from a distance.

He stood on the window sill, looked down at the kitten shower in his hand carefully, and looked up after hearing footsteps. The face with light eyebrows and the cute appearance of the kitten were put together, which was not the usual cute contrast.

"Does it look good?" Qi Zhao walked over, and lifted up the snakewood in his hand like offering a treasure, "Does this flower pot match it well, and this kitty shower, it's so cute, I'm happy to see it."

"very nice."

Satisfied, Qi Zhao told Xie Shen about those cute little shovels, small flower pots and ink flower stands next to each other. ……Thank you."

It wasn't so difficult to speak out, Qi Zhao looked at Xie Shen, and said seriously: "I'm in the Lingzhi shop in Wanjing City, and I'm going to sign up for the Lingzhi Temple, those books and these little things, and Old Mr. Wei... I am very grateful for being taken care of by you, and if I have a chance in the future, I will repay you well."

Xie Shen had a clear smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "Huh? How do you plan to repay?"

Qi Zhao was stumped.

Xie Shen is a man with a good face and a good voice. As the city lord, he has both fame and fortune, but he is poor and poor, and his home is still in Xie Shen's city lord's mansion. If it is about repayment, he really has nothing to give.

And when I think about it carefully, I feel that I owe more and more.

Qi Zhao was very worried: "Is there anything you want?"

Of course there is, and no one can afford it except you.

Xie Shen glanced at him calmly: "Not yet, I'll tell you when I think about it later, okay?"

"Okay." Qi Zhao agreed without hesitation, "When the time comes, as long as I have it, I will definitely give it to you."

Hearing this, Xie Shen smiled meaningfully: "I remember."

……

It took Qi Zhao a week to memorize the book given by Wei Zhoumu completely.

He used to be a liberal arts dog, and his memory has been good after years of honing, and vegetation was originally his favorite thing, which is much easier to remember than politics, history and places.

This morning, Qi Zhao got up early, took the book to find Xie Shen, asked him to test himself first, and then went to Zhimu Hall after making sure that there was nothing wrong.

When I left, I didn’t forget to bring my intimate little padded jacket with snake wood.

Zhimu Hall is on Mucheng Street in the east of the city, not far from the City Lord's Mansion. Qi Zhao walked over, and there were two cultivators standing at the door. He looked around his waist first, and found no wooden sign for Lingzhi Teacher, and then he said: "Zhimutang is not allowed to enter unless it is a spiritual planter, what's the matter, Your Excellency?"

"I'm here to look for old Mr. Wei." Qi Zhao said, reaching for the wooden sign that Wei Zhoumu had given him before, before he could take it out, he suddenly heard a disdainful laugh from behind him.

"There are a lot of people who come to look for Mr. Wei every day. Let me tell you, some people really don't understand the rules. Since they are not Lingzhi masters, it is better to stay away from here, so as not to block the way. You, Mu Yi and Mu Er You should be careful not to let all cats and dogs come close."

The last time Qi Zhao heard someone speak in such a nonchalant tone was when he was taunted in the orphanage when he was a child. He turned his head and stood there alone in white. Not coming.

The cultivators by the door of the Zhimu Hall obviously didn't like this man, so they didn't respond, and the man didn't feel embarrassed, and stepped forward to show them the wooden sign of Lingzhi Teacher on his waist, and he didn't forget to throw it to Qi Zhao when he entered. A look of disdain.

Qi Zhao felt that this person was quite a second grader, to be honest.

He took out the wooden sign in his arms and handed it over. When the cultivator saw it, he looked respectful: "So it's Mr. Qi, and I'm Mu Yi. Elder Wei has told me before, please follow me."

Qi Zhao followed him into the door. Zhimutang doesn't look big from the outside, but inside it is quite different.

Mu Yiyi had a good impression of him, and told him some things to pay attention to on the way, Qi Zhao silently wrote it down, thought for a while, and asked, "Is the person you met at the door just now also a disciple of Old Wei?"

"How could a person like that fall into the eyes of Old Wei." Mu Yi shook his head, "That's Bai Yuan, when you see him in the future, you'd better stay away."

"Ok?"

"There are not a few people in Jingcheng who want to worship Mr. Wei as their teacher tonight, and Bai Yuan is one of them. Relying on his own talent and being the youngest spiritual planter in the city, he is used to being proud and arrogant. I feel that no one other than him is more qualified to join Wei's sect."

"On weekdays, he went to Zhimutang to help Mr. Wei when he had nothing to do, and he couldn't let Mr. Wei let go for almost two years. Now that you suddenly appeared, you naturally became the sand in his eyes, and he Just now you understand what kind of character you are, it's better to have less contact with such people."

Qi Zhao nodded.

At this time the road also came to an end, a golden nanmu door appeared in front of him, Mu Yi stopped in his tracks: "Old Wei is inside, you just go in."

Qi Zhao thanked him, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, the walls inside the door were wrapped with vines and trees, and there were many plants and trees on the wooden frames around, shaking the leaves in unison the moment he opened the door.