My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

"Don't you like it?" The careful Rong Huai sensed Wisteria's displeasure, and he was slightly distressed: "Is this name okay?"

Chongjin: Oh.

You like it, so why don't you call yourself Little Stupid?Not only the image, but also fit you well.

Rong Huai pondered for a while, and seeing that the wisteria was not yet soft, he tentatively called out: "Xiao Zi?"

Wisteria, who was originally just holding the spirit stone, crushed the spirit stone in an instant, grew barbs, and attacked him with teeth and claws.Rong Huai hurriedly took out another spirit stone, and when the wisteria approached, he blocked the tip of the vine.

Wisteria proudly swept away the Lingshi, and then let Rong Huai go.

Seeing Dayou, you shout again, the torn spirit stone in the vine is the end, and the whole body is covered with wisteria that is not easy to provoke.It's a pity in Rong Huai's heart, it seems that Wisteria really doesn't like the name Xiao Zi.

Can only think of one more.

Chong Jin, who was holding the spirit stone, looked at Rong Huai coldly as he continued to look through the classics, still thinking about choosing a name?

It's probably not until Huang He's heart is not dead, since the name Xiao Zi was despised by Wisteria, Rong Huai read more frequently.However, he still couldn't change his habit of loving and nourishing elixir. After reading the scriptures and classics for another two days, Rong Huai thought that he had fallen into a dead end and should relax.

So he carried the bamboo basket on his back, took the medicine hoe, and took the wisteria to the foot of the mountain to dig for the elixir.

"Red like morning glow, leaves like waves. The stem network is orderly and the root system is distinct."

Down the mountain and by the river, among the bushes, the blue shirt hanging on the ground polluted the river water, but Rong Huai, who had his sleeves rolled up, didn't know it.Now his eyes are full of a rosy first-grade elixir in front of him, and the medicine hoe falls lightly, carefully digging up this elixir.

After cleaning the wet mud in the river by the way, Rong Huai couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart: "What a beautiful panacea."

The wisteria with spirit stones wrapped around her shoulders sneered. In the eyes of this idiot, as long as there are plants and trees, they are all beautiful, and there is no ugly one.

Glancing at the red elixir in Rong Huai's hand again, it's fine if it's not evenly red, it also contains so many impurities.It's hard for this idiot to boast that he looks good against his conscience.

Rong Huai carefully wrapped the elixir with silk cloth, put it in a bamboo basket, and said, "Since you are so pretty, let's name you Xiaohong."

Chongjin: ...

After putting Xiaohong away, Rong Huai walked along the river, and after a while, he found another green elixir plant.

Sure enough, Rong Huai squatted down happily, carefully touching the leaves of the elixir with his fingertips: "The green leaves are like jade, exquisitely carved, so beautiful."

Chongjin: ... What are you boasting about?

Digging out the elixir, Rong Huai packed the elixir, and stood side by side with Xiaohong in the basket: "You can name it Xiaolu."

Chongjin: Oh.

Feelings, your name is still matching.

After digging up two elixir plants, Rong Huai was not greedy, and simply went to the river to wash his hands.

"It's hot today, do you want to wash?" Rong Huai smiled and reached out to the wisteria on his shoulder.

However, Wisteria ignored him.

"Don't you want to?" Rong Huai moved his index finger, wanting to hook the tip of the vine: "This river water is left from the Lingquan in the back mountain. It is clear and sweet, and it contains a lot of spiritual energy. Lingzhi should like it."

It's a pity that since he fell into Lingyumen, he hasn't been in the water seriously. Chongjin, who always loves water and shade, has a rare chance to enter the water. Chongjin didn't talk to Rong Huai, but Teng Jian Move away, avoiding Rong Huai's approaching fingers.

Seeing that Wisteria ignored him, Rong Huai just thought that Wisteria was unwilling, so he couldn't say much, so he let Wisteria go.

Back in the courtyard, after Rong Huai had carefully planted the little reds and the little greens, he took out the classics and looked through them, trying to give the wisteria a name he liked.But soon, he found that Wisteria was angry, more angry than ever.

It's not the kind of anger that grows barbs, but completely ignores him.

Rong Huaiyuan sensed that the spirit stone on his shoulder had lost its aura, and before he could take off the waste spirit stone from the vine, Wisteria had already come down from his shoulder and put the waste spirit stone on the stone table.

Rong Huai didn't think too much about the wisteria on his lower shoulders, after all, it's normal to get tired of staying in one place.Then he took out the spirit stone and handed it to Wisteria, but Wisteria did not accept it.

"What's the matter?" Rong Huai Lingshi stretched forward, this time Wisteria not only did not catch the Lingshi, but also retreated a lot, widening the distance between one person and one vine.

In the past, there were times when wisteria did not receive the spirit stone, but at that time the wisteria was so soft that it didn't feel it at all, but this time it was obvious that wisteria could hear it.

"Don't you like this spirit stone?" Rong Huai was not at all impatient, he replaced the one in his hand and took out another spirit stone.

He handed it to Wisteria, but Wisteria still didn't pick it up.

"Is it not enough?" Rong Huai took out three more and handed them all to Wisteria.

Wisteria, however, remained motionless.

Xiao Teng was like an uninitiated cub, unable to speak or write.

Rong Huai pondered for a while, except for the name, there should be nothing that doesn't go his way recently.

After thinking about it, he comforted him carefully: "Don't worry, I'll be able to give you a name that suits you when I read some more scriptures and classics."

Rong Huai worked hard, but it was really difficult to choose a name.

When Yeyue was on the branches, after taking a bath, Rong Huai, who was only wearing an outer shirt, sat by the table and took advantage of the light to read the classics.

Half-dried wet hair hangs behind her, and her clothes are dyed.

Rong Huai has no spiritual roots, and his spiritual energy does not enter his body, which is completely different from his master, younger brother and younger sister who can not eat or drink.No matter how powerful Yulingdao is, he is nothing more than a mortal.

The moonlight is getting darker, and the night wind blowing in through the open wooden window is cool.Rong Huai was thinking about coaxing the wisteria, resisting the sleepiness of sweeping and staying awake.

Before I knew it, my body was getting colder, and the outside became more and more silent.

Unable to hold on in the end, Rong Huai finally fell asleep on the table holding the half-turned classics in his hand.

His breathing was shallow but a little unsteady, and his brows were slightly frowned, obviously uncomfortable.

idiot.

Do you really care about your name?

The wisteria, who had ignored Rong Huai since coming down the mountain, suddenly moved. He came to Rong Huai on the table, and first glanced at the classics in the man's hand with disdain.

Then Goto moved lightly, took a breath, and sure enough felt a little hot.Fujiba touched the man's face again, also feeling hot.

When growing flowers and plants on weekdays, I don't see you being so careless.

Chongjin was disgusted in his heart, endured the tingling pain in his veins, and stroked the still wet long hair of the man in front of him with the spiritual energy floating in the air.

After the hair was completely dry, it was known that the person had caught a cold.Chong Jin increased the spiritual energy to caress this person's whole body, trying to nourish his tendons and help his body heal.

Generally speaking, without spiritual roots, it is true that one cannot absorb and contain spiritual energy, but this does not mean that spiritual energy cannot enter the body.If ordinary people are nourished by spiritual energy, they can also get rid of some minor illnesses and pains, and prolong their lives.

But as soon as Chongjin's spiritual energy touched Rong Huai, it was like touching an invisible film, not to mention nourishing the body, the spiritual energy couldn't penetrate at all.

what happened?

There is no room for further study, the new tendons that have not grown yet are subjected to too much spiritual energy, and the pain of tearing comes bursts.

It's more important to get down to business first, Chong Jin couldn't delay any longer, a spirit directly entered Rong Huai's eyebrows.

In Rong Huai's dream, there was no elixir and spiritual plant that he liked, but a river with no end in sight.The river water is clear, but you can't see anything at a glance, like an abyss.

And he is more often in this abyss of river water, like a warm embrace, the river water is soft and intimate.

Quiet and deserted.

Everything is comfortable here except it's empty and there's no one there.However, today, there is a gorgeous and flamboyant purple figure on the river that has never seen anything else.

Rong Huai couldn't see clearly in his dream, but could only vaguely see the child who was only four or five years old lying on the river in a particularly arrogant manner, with his hands crossed, he was not very big, but he was very imposing.

"Idiot, who told you to name me?" Zhitong sneered coldly, even though he couldn't see Zhitong's appearance, Rong Huai heard Zhang Yang's words word for word: "Listen up, I'm famous."

"It's called Chongjin."

As soon as the words fell, Chongjin, who was overloaded with spiritual consciousness, could no longer hold on, and retreated calmly from the sea of ​​consciousness.

It hurts all over the body!

My soul hurts, even if I have tried my best to turn into my childhood appearance, it still hurts.The new tendons that were shattered again because of the spiritual energy also hurt.

Chongjin didn't have time to see what Ronghuai Sea of ​​Consciousness was like, why it felt so comfortable once he entered Ronghuai Sea of ​​Consciousness, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity, so he fainted.

until the next day.

It was evening when Chongjin woke up again, and he had been in a coma for almost a whole day.

As soon as Fang opened his eyes, Chongjin, who hadn't recovered from the stinging pain, handed a shiny spirit stone in front of him.

Chongjin raised his eyes, only to see the soft brows of the person who had been waiting in front of him for an unknown amount of time.Looking at his energy, it seems that he caught a cold last night and didn't have much impact on this person.

Seeing that the wisteria didn't respond to the Lingshi, Rong Huai's eyes moved lightly, thinking of the domineering boy in yesterday's dream, he tried to shout: "Chongjin?"

Wisteria, whose real name was called, was taken aback for a moment, and then when Rong Huai saw Wisteria who had ignored him for a long time, the tip of the vine nodded seriously, as if responding to him.

Then, like the childish child, he raised the tip of the vine proudly, as if raising his jaw, and took the spirit stone he handed over with disdain.

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