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Song Qianji climbed up the small building following the scent of flowers, before he could see the scene inside the hall clearly, a deep and light green came into his eyes first.

To be precise, they were six people in green brocade clothes and jeweled jewels.

The Six Sages of Qingya also saw Song Qianji.

The nightmarish figure came out from the stairs, making them return to the gate of Song Yuan in an instant.

It seems that even the orange light of the setting sun that slanted into the window has become exactly the same as that day.

If Song Qianji hadn't been punished tonight, everything was ready, and they wouldn't have gone out to relax.

The first three rounds of the martial arts test are limited by time, so there is nothing to watch, so it is better to go upstairs to admire the beautiful female nuns "fighting flowers".

Who knows that the enemy's road is narrow.

The six people were stunned for a moment.Some people recede subconsciously, and some have distorted expressions.

The miserable green boy asked sternly, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to enjoy the flowers." Song Qianji said.

The expressions of the six people became strange.The bean green shirt boy sneered and said:

"You, an outer disciple, dare to come here to enjoy the flowers? Do you think you are worthy?"

Most of the female cultivators fighting flowers in the building are from noble backgrounds and have good talents.

Those spiritual plants are also the most precious and rare varieties, priceless.Song Qianji couldn't afford to pay for breaking a leaf.

Song Qianji laughed.

The six people were terrified by his laughter:

"why are you laughing?"

"What's so ridiculous?"

Song Qianji thought to himself, I work hard every day, although there is still a big gap between professional planting masters, but I am definitely half an expert.

The last time you were at the gate of Song Yuan, you didn't even recognize a few carob seedlings.Attending the "planting experience exchange meeting" now, isn't it a waste of time for a blind man to light a lamp?

So he sincerely advised: "There is a martial arts test in the main hall square, and there is a preliminary chess test in Fengyan Valley, both of which are suitable for you to watch the battle. Compared with the six fellow daoists, of course I am more worthy of coming here."

Qingya Six Sages blushed.

How dare this guy be so arrogant, what confidence does he have?

But seeing other monks gloat in their eyes, as if they were waiting for them to make a fuss and make the female nun who is "fighting flowers" in the building unhappy and be driven downstairs.

The six could only comfort each other through sound transmission: "He is just a grasshopper after autumn, Meng Heze was held back by the martial arts test tonight, who can protect him?"

Song Qianji: "Excuse me, please."

These six green onions stood together, blocking the stairs tightly.

As they passed each other, Song Qianji heard someone threatening in a low voice: "Don't be complacent, you will soon lose your laugh!"

He nodded while suppressing a smile.

Song Qianji looked around, and saw that although there were many flowers in the building, they were full of rootless flowers, which were cut from the stems and inserted into exquisite vases for people to enjoy.

Even if it is fresh and gorgeous, and the flowers are in full bloom, the flowering period is only one day.The vitality is far inferior to his vegetable garden flowers and plants.

But there was still a group of monks surrounding the jade table, praising the vases with their names engraved on them:

"Fairy Li, this bottle of Phalaenopsis orchids and Yunxiancao are placed in a well-proportioned manner, with the right shades, and the colors are clear and beautiful. The flowers are just like the people!"

"Fairy Zhang put the Jade Camellia in this bottle even more ingeniously. She specially used a colored cloud stone jar, which is unique in ingenuity, just like her heart!"

By praising the flowers, they praised the taste of the nuns of each family.

Next to the vase, the female nun's servant maid superficially took care of the flowers, sprinkled water and trimmed the leaves.In fact, write down their respective speeches, and go back to report to your own fairy.

This is a solicitation conference for marriage intentions of famous families in the cultivation world, and everyone will not make it clear.

But Song Qianji was born as a casual repairman with mud legs, and he didn't have the chance to see the twists and turns in his previous life, so he naturally didn't understand.

He listened for a while, and the more he listened, the more puzzled he became.

WTF?Are you here to learn flower arranging?

Is learning flower arranging just watching but not practicing?

He asked: "Excuse me, may I ask if there are any flowers and plants with pots and soil?"

The young monks stopped talking and laughing.

Everyone stared at him as if a flower had bloomed on his face.

"Do you really want to see flowers and plants in pots?" someone asked.

Song Qianji nodded: "I'm here for this."

"They're all on the terrace." Another person pointed in the direction, with a strange expression, "They're judging Kao."

"Thank you buddy!"

Song Qianji looked over, through a white gauze curtain, a hundred flowers blooming behind the gauze curtain could be vaguely seen, and laughter could be heard.

A thin gauze curtain hangs down and does not move, no one lifts it, it is like a steel city wall, separating the terrace alone.

Everyone stared at Song Qianji's back as he walked towards the terrace, as if they were waiting for a big scene to see how he would end up.

On the terrace, more than a dozen female cultivators were dressed in gorgeous clothes, talking and laughing.

In front of everyone, there is a small jade basin with exquisite carvings.

There is a transparent glazed cover on the outside, covering even the flowers and pots.

On the inner wall of the cover, there is actually a small gathering spirit formation engraved.The fluorescent light in the cover is like a dream.

The sunset glow was brilliant among the sea of ​​clouds. They sat in the glow, drinking tea, admiring flowers, and looking at the square downstairs from time to time.

This building has a wide view, and the monks have far-reaching eyesight, which is enough to see the different stands at a glance.

But the fourth round of the martial arts test has just started, and they still can't see the name. They only look at the flowers more often:

"Fairy Yun's golden thread jade crabapple blooms once every ten years, and the petals are as clear as jade."

"Meng Fairy's crystal silver rhododendron is even better. The silver light shone like stars in the sky. I like it very much."

"Fairy Feng's colorful Yunxia peony is not only colorful, but also has ten colors. This is the national beauty and heavenly fragrance."

A white tiger lay down at the feet of the purple-clothed nun, except for the flame-like pattern on her forehead, there was not a single hair on her body.

It was snoring slightly, and if it wasn't too big, it would be as good as a big white cat.

Suddenly, the veil was lifted by a hand with sharp joints, and the glow in the room was instantly disturbed.

The nuns subconsciously frowned.

A gentle voice sounded: "Excuse me!"

Before the words were finished, the tiger lying on the ground and sleeping opened its crimson eyes, jumped up, and with its mouth full of fangs, it flew towards the person who lifted the curtain.

"Aw!" The roar of the tiger shook the tower!

Even though the other monks outside the terrace had expected it, they were still trembling.

The tiger's claws broke through the wind, and it was close at hand. Song Qianji missed it, but went forward to meet the roar of the tiger, advancing instead of retreating.

He thought, there are spirit beasts at the flower viewing party?No need.

A female voice yelled: "Chuxue, come back!"

The white tiger had to be ordered to turn around, but his body was unable to stop in mid-air, and fell over and rolled in a circle, whining in grievance from his throat.

The gauze curtain fell again, blocking prying eyes from outside the curtain.

The monks couldn't believe it.

"Those two idiots weren't torn apart?"

"He went right in! How did he get in?"

"No, he looks familiar, he..." Someone exclaimed, "He is Song Qianji!"

On the balcony, the nuns looked at the visitor suspiciously.

Feng Ziyi touched the tiger's head, stood up and said with a smile: "Song Daoyou, did you scare you?"

Chen Hongzhu stood up almost at the same time: "What are you doing here?"

She didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed, why is Song Qianji everywhere?

This person is too capable of causing trouble, because he was not allowed to go down the mountain in time, does he have to make a fuss about Huaweizong?

"I'll take a look at the flowers." Song Qianji said.

The female cultivators waited for him to continue explaining, but after he finished speaking, they stopped talking and went straight to the jade table to watch the flowers and plants inside the glass cover.

Feng Ziyi explained: "I recognize this person, he has such a personality, and he didn't mean to be abrupt."

"Did he really come to see the flowers?"

Feng Ziyi nodded: "That's right."

She wanted to add that you should never be too sentimental, and feel inappropriate, as if you were being too sentimental, and finally said:

"Let's continue to look at the flowers."

Chen Hongzhu turned his head and rolled his eyes, thinking unhappily, do you know each other well?

How do you say it like your Dayan Sect disciples?

Song Qianji suddenly asked: "Please tell me, my friend, how is this flower cultivated, and why do you put a few pieces of black gold ore in the soil?"

His attitude is polite, not like finding fault maliciously.

But the female cultivator who was asked was at a loss, and could only smile reluctantly: "There is an alchemist who is good at cultivating spiritual herbs in the family. He let him let him go, and I am not familiar with it."

Song Qianji nodded regretfully.

He asked two or three more questions, and he knew that this group of people didn't understand soil geology, dry and wet temperature, water and fertilizer balance at all.

This also deserves to be called "Flower Appreciation Party"?

He shook his head again and again in his heart, calling him a layman.They don't know how to farm at all.

Song Qianji walked slowly, leaned over and continued to watch.

At the end of the jade case, an anemone lotus blooms in a pot of water, covered with a glass cover.

He asked: "Dare to ask my friend, why are there two cold crystals placed at the bottom of the water?"

The person behind the flowers sat quietly, with a faint voice:

"My pot of silver lotus is cold-loving by nature, and it only grows in the abyss of the cold pool in the Blood River Valley. To keep the temperature, put cold spar stones, but not too many, two pieces are just right. The water in the pot is also taken from the cold pool. Flowers with falling branches are like people wandering away from their hometown."

Song Qianji nodded: "Thank you."

But the voice was a little familiar. He raised his head and looked at the sunset light.

This face is also very familiar.

Wonderful smoke.