The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

"Oh, I read that right, there's a newcomer here!"

"Lifetime series! And he is very good-looking and very suitable for my appetite!"

"Hey, can you be more reserved?"

"In these days, I don't care who is reserved and who is single, you guys are ready, I'm going to fuck!"

After finishing speaking, Qi Zhao saw a vine slowly protruding from the left corner, and after circling around him, the top leaf gently rubbed against the back of his hand very provocatively.

Qi Zhao: "..."

The current vegetation is really amazing.

At this time, Wei Zhoumu also noticed him, and poked his head out from behind a pot of Zhu Rongmu: "Qi Zhao is here, come here."

Qi Zhao stepped forward: "Old Wei."

"How do you remember that book?"

"I remembered it all."

Hearing what Qi Zhao said, Wei Zhoumu picked up a few Lingzhi who were easily confused and neglected by others, and nodded in satisfaction after hearing his answers fluently: "That's right, I can see that I have taken care of it."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, and then asked again: "I heard Xie Shen say something about your question before, but do you have some clues now?"

"I understand the most basic Du Ling, but I still haven't made much progress in other things."

This was within Wei Zhoumu's expectation. He smiled at Qi Zhao's dejected appearance, and pointed to the pot of Zhu Rongmu: "It's normal to only read obscure words and don't understand, come and try for yourself."

Qi Zhao pursed his lips and hummed, walked to Zhu Rongmu and stretched out his hand to cover it slowly. Zhu Rongmu's body was surrounded by a layer of light red flame, which was warm to the touch and not hot.

"Don't be nervous, I will guide you."

Wei Zhoumu stood beside him, pointing his finger at his wrist, Qi Zhao instantly felt his spiritual power being pulled out by a warm current, and a pale light gradually floated in his palm.

"Slowly pass the spiritual power into its veins."

Qi Zhao gained a little bit of confidence, and carefully covered the branches and leaves of Zhu Rongmu with the palm of his hand as he said. After testing it, he felt that the plants under him did not have any resistance, so he carefully drew the spiritual power towards its veins.

The spiritual power was still a little bumpy at the beginning, but it was slowed down by Wei Zhoumu, and gradually Qi Zhao felt a little bit, and the light that melted into Zhu Rongmu's veins became more and more stable.

Zhu Rongmu's leaves shook lazily: "It's so warm."

It turned out to be the baby's little milk voice.

Qi Zhao couldn't help smiling, Wei Zhoumu had been watching his situation from the sidelines, saw it, and then said: "Grass and trees are spiritual, and many things can be felt with the heart, now control the spiritual power and pay attention to balance."

Qi Zhao nodded with a serious expression, not daring to be vague at all, but Zhu Rongmu looked very relaxed, shaking the leaves when he heard the words, and still did not forget to comfort Qi Zhao.

"Grandpa Wei still likes to scare people so much, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Zhu Rongmu's little milk voice was soft, listening carefully, it sounded like a child's clinging coquettishly, Qi Zhao touched its leaves with his finger, and got a soft and cute lick.

Du Ling is still going on.

The spiritual power condensed into white light slowly penetrated along Zhu Rongmu's veins. It was still warm at first, but as the spiritual power deepened, the warmth gradually faded, and the touch felt like lake water, a little cold. Still a little soft.

Unlike the spiritual power that Zhu Rongmu of the fire attribute would have.

A thought suddenly came to Qi Zhao's mind, and he was not in a hurry, and slowly manipulated his spiritual power to walk away. After a while, he saw a faint node appearing in Zhu Rongmu's veins.

The spiritual power that each vein node of the grass and trees can bear is different, so the spiritual planter must accurately judge and control the pace of spiritual power at all times. Qi Zhao was at a loss when reading books before, but now looking at that node, he suddenly felt At this time, the spirit power should be slowed down.

And at the same time that his thoughts appeared, Zhu Rongmu's little milk voice also sounded: "You should lose your strength for a while, I will hurt."

"it is good."

Zhu Rongmu paused for a moment before he realized that Qi Zhao had complied with his words, and two words instantly appeared in his mind——

His voice is so gentle.

Wait, can he hear me? !

When it was in a daze, it lost its mind to pay attention to its veins, and invisibly dissipated the unconscious resistance, and Qi Zhao's spiritual power entered the depths of its veins, and suddenly felt a chill.

It was different from the slight coolness before, but a slightly piercing coldness.

The previous speculation was confirmed at this moment, and Qi Zhao raised his head in disbelief: "This pot of Zhu Rongmu... is of ice attribute!"

Fire and ice are compatible, and Qi Zhao himself has a hard time believing his own judgment.

Wei Zhoumu smiled, lowered his eyes, stroked the branches and leaves of Zhu Rongmu with his fingers, and said, "I have seen many people with it, but you are the only one who can feel its true nature."

After finishing speaking, his fingers gathered light and tapped on the branches and leaves of Zhu Rongmu. The light red flames surrounding the wood flickered for a while, and then a layer of piercing ice condensed in an instant.

Obviously the flames were still shaking, but the outside was covered with ice.

Really amazing.

"This is the first lesson I'll teach you." Wei Zhoumu said in a light tone, "Each spiritual plant's attributes are not innate, you can give them any attributes, and there are many things that need to be mastered. , you still have a long way to go—”

"And I will give you all I have learned in my life."

He smiled slightly, turned to look at Qi Zhao: "Now, you should call me teacher, my child."

Qi Zhao's eyes warmed up, and he bent down to Wei Zhoumu with a solemn expression, "Teacher."

Wei Zhoumu reached out to help him up, with a sincere smile in his eyes: "You are very good, really."

Being praised by the old man he respected, Qi Zhao was a little embarrassed. He felt that he was actually not good, just like this time, if Wei Zhoumu hadn't been on his side to keep him steady, he would have been killed by Zhu Rong from the very beginning because of his spiritual power imbalance. Wood resisted going out, how could it go deep into its veins.

But it doesn't matter, his journey has just begun.

Qi Zhao quickly stabilized his mind, and when he looked up again, he found that Wei Zhoumu had walked to the bookshelf in the corner at some point, took out a stitched book with a black cover from the top box, and returned to him.

"Here are some things I have written down over the years. You should need them. Take them."

Qi Zhao took the stitched book. It was very old, with yellowed corners and scraps of paper falling off the sides, but the stitching on the spine was very new. It could be seen that it had been replaced many times.

He opened the book carefully, and understood its value in an instant. It contained the experience and insights that Wei Zhoumu had explored for many years, how to cross the spirit, how to control the priority of the spirit power, how to better guide the plants to choose attributes, etc. Complicated matters are recorded here in ordinary sentences, and what is written between the lines is the painstaking efforts of an old man for decades.

"I'll keep it safe, teacher."

Qi Zhao's eyes were very serious, and he spoke like a promise.

Anyone who is serious likes it. Wei Zhoumu hummed: "From now on, if you don't understand anything, come and ask me. Although the old man is not young, he still hasn't forgotten what should be remembered. Don't think about it yourself, it is easy to go astray. .”

"it is good."

Wei Zhoumu smiled: "Don't be so cautious. If you don't know, you may think that the old man is bullying the children. Just now, there are a few points that you should pay attention to when you are crossing the spirit. Come here and let me explain to you."

Qi Zhao nodded and raised his heels to follow.

In this way, it is an hour.

It was already noon outside, and Mu Yi knocked lightly on the door: "Old Wei, it's time for dinner."

Wei Zhoumu's life is extremely regular, and Qi Zhao also knew that, just as he was about to say goodbye, he heard Mu Yi say again: "The people from the City Lord's Mansion are already waiting outside Mucheng Street."

"He is in a hurry. Is it possible that I will starve my apprentice?"

Wei Zhoumu snorted, but when he looked at Qi Zhao, his eyes were very relaxed, "Go back earlier, you keep the wooden sign I gave you a few days ago, you can come over at any time from now on, if I'm not here, you can ask Mu Yi Kazuki."

"Okay." Qi Zhao replied, "Goodbye, teacher."

Wei Zhoumu waved to him with a smile, picked up Zhu Rongmu and Muyi who were beside him and went out.

Qi Zhao sorted it out, and walked out with the book in one hand and the snake wood in the other. Before he left Zhimu Hall, he met Bai Yuan who looked worried.

Bai Yuan waited in the side hall all morning but failed to see Wei Zhoumu, feeling irritable, frowned when he saw Qi Zhao, and asked in a questioning tone: "You are not a Lingzhi master, how did you get in— "

The following words came to an abrupt end after seeing the wooden plaque on Qi Zhao's waist and the suture book in his hand.

That wooden plaque is Wei Zhoumu's unique wooden plaque, and Bai Yuan has seen the stitching book before, and the content inside has been integrated with Wei Zhoumu's painstaking efforts, saying that it is only passed on to his disciples, but now this book has appeared in Qi Zhao's hands inside.

It doesn't matter what it means.

Why? !

It took him two years to not get Wei Zhoumu's favor, so why did this guy who was not even a spiritual planter get so much as soon as he came? !

Bai Yuan completely darkened his face.

Qi Zhao didn't care about his mood, so he naturally ignored him and walked past him.

Such a gesture is undoubtedly provocative in Bai Yuan's eyes, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Qi Zhao's clothes to the back, and said with a sneer, "You are really good at tricks."

Unexpectedly, he was pulled back by someone, and the book and snakewood in Qi Zhao's hand almost fell off. He hurriedly stabilized himself, and after making sure they were all right, he frowned and raised his head: "What are you doing?"

"A pot of ordinary serpentine wood with no spiritual power is so important, and you're only good for it. Who will you show your appearance to?" Bai Yuan let go of his hand, "You'd better be quiet."

Qi Zhao felt that this person was simply unreasonable, he was too lazy to talk to him, and was about to walk out the door with the snake-grain wood in his arms.

But Bai Yuan didn't want to stop there, just as he was about to continue to say something, he caught a glimpse of Wei Zhoumu and Mu Yi behind him from the corner of his eye, instantly put away the hostility in his eyes, turned around and walked towards Wei Zhoumu.

Outside Mucheng Street.

When Qi Zhao went out, the carriage of the City Lord's Mansion was already waiting. This time it was Xie Yi from Wanjing Thirteen Guards. Qi Zhao put the snake grain wood and suture book away and asked him, "Thank you, City Lord. Are you back home?"

Xie Yi shook his head: "Seeing that the examination of the Planting Spirit Hall will be held soon, there are many things going on in the city, the city lord spends very little time in the mansion these days, and he doesn't sleep much at night."

As the city lord of the fourth city in the Floating Life Realm, Xie Shen's Qi Zhao knew it without seeing him, and thinking that Xie Shen was already so busy and could still take care of some details on his side, he couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

He always felt that Xie Shen was too kind to him, which made him feel a little uncertain, but he cherished this kindness very much.

【You are lacking in love. 】

Xiao Jiu snorted.

Qi Zhao reached out and poked his wrist, but he didn't refute, he knew that what Xiao Jiu said was actually true, after thinking about it, he looked at Xie Yi: "Don't go back to the City Lord's Mansion, go to Sajin Street. "

Xie Yi disagreed and said: "The city lord is still waiting for you to have a meal together."

"It's not time to eat at the City Lord's Mansion. Xie Shen should still be in the study. There is a small restaurant opened by Jiashixiu on Sajin Street. The taste is not bad. I will pack some in a food box and go back to the study to find him. , and save him from tossing back and forth."

Xie paused, as if he wanted to say something else, but when the words came to his lips, he glanced at Qi Zhao's arms and suddenly took them back, nodding: "Okay."

The carriage turned around and drove slowly towards Sajin Street.

Inside the car, Qi Zhao opened the suture book and looked at it carefully. The serpentine wood was quietly in his arms, and the wood's luster slowly rose, like a streamer.