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Yan Xuanjing felt that he could step back.

After all, this guest looked more like a dog than him.

He turned his head to look at the sluggish trees, and asked, "Who is that?"

Lin Mu came back to his senses, and remembered that Yan Xuanjing was not there when Qin Chuan was introduced just now, so he replied, "Qin Chuan...a dragon vein."

Yan Xuanjing felt that the name sounded familiar, he pondered for a while, and then suddenly said: "Oh, I've heard of it."

"Huh?" Lin Mu was stunned, "How did you hear about it? It doesn't mean that there is no record of dragon veins ever being refined."

"Well, it's also the first time I've seen Cheng Jing." Yan Xuanjing watched Lin Mu pick up the light green frisbee and throw it out, and then looked at the dragon's veins that flicked its tail and jumped out to grab the frisbee, feeling that he could really retreat. down.

This dragon vein is much stronger than his self-awareness as a pet.

"You can freely travel through the Great Wilderness and the Central Plains without going through passages, but they seldom go to the Great Wilderness." After Yan Xuanjing finished speaking, he guessed, "Probably because there are too many powerful monsters in the Great Wilderness."

Yan Xuanjing observed Qin Chuan's situation for a while, and felt that he could catch him before he reacted—if he was a little more brutal, it wouldn't be a big problem to just tear him up and eat him the moment he caught him.

Thinking about my own strength in the Great Wilderness, it is just an upper reaches.

It's not as top-notch as Yan Gui's. After all, at that age, things like strength can't be rushed.

It is very easy for him to catch this dragon vein, and the Great Wilderness is almost a dangerous place for dragon veins.

Although the dragon veins are not as prominent as Qin Chuan's, if they are hidden in the mountains and rivers, it is almost difficult for them to detect the existence of the dragon veins, but there are also some monsters who can look for the dragon veins in the wilderness.

It's just that dragon veins usually don't go into the wilderness, so the presence of this part of monsters has never been high.

Anyway, in Yan Xuanjing's memory, there is almost no name for this kind of monster, because in the wilderness, there is no need to use any means of looking for dragon veins to find places with strong aura, and monsters are born with a very keen sense of aura.

There is no need for them to find dragon veins.

But the fact that dragon veins can also become fine, Yan Xuanjing was not surprised.

Since ancient times, it has been said that all things have animism. Naturally, the things included in all things are not limited to any form or type of existence.

Wisdom can naturally be born with a spirit.

It's just that the main veins that span the entire land of Shenzhou didn't move at all, but the fact that the lesser-known small veins became fine first was really beyond expectations.

But think about it.

If those main veins become exhausted like running pulses, then the foundation of the land of Shenzhou will be shaken.

"His personality is a little..." Yan Xuanjing looked at Qin Chuan who didn't mind being climbed on his head by a few little monsters, and was silent for two seconds before saying, "Unexpected."

"I think so too." Lin Mu put those dog toys back into the bag, but didn't put them away, but simply put them in the living room.

"Diwu told us to be more careful." Lin Mu said.

Yan Xuanjing was extremely sensitive in this regard.

He realized almost immediately what the "careful" Teiya said was telling them to be careful.

It must be talking about the existences that will be attracted by the meridians.

Back then, those human beings who were capable of grasping the veins and capsizing the emperor's house, since they dared to let the pulses go, must have a way to track them.

Although Yan Xuanjing didn't think that after so many years, those human beings who did evil have not disappeared, but this kind of thing is also uncertain.

Not those back then, but there are other human beings. After all, the skill of searching for dragon veins does not require any knowledge. In this respect, talent is far more important than knowledge.

In particular, he had heard about the bad luck of Qin Chuan's dragon vein.

"Although I don't know what to be careful about..." Lin Mu looked at the circle of dawn and twilight planted outside, and thought it shouldn't matter.

After all, Zhao Mu can even block the emperor's house from outside, which is much better than his half-baked guy.

Lin Mu packed up his things, and seeing Little Ginseng was having fun outside, he walked into the kitchen.

"I've wronged you, Toffee, today." Lin Mu took out the vegetables from the refrigerator, "I haven't cooked for a long time, and I feel a little raw."

And when he is not raw, his cooking is not as delicious as small ginseng.

Lin Mu rolled up his sleeves.

……

Qin Chuan has been so happy recently, he feels that he has never been so happy.

During the day, when Little Ginseng and the others were busy decorating the glass house, Qin Chuan would either rest, or go out to play cards with the mountain gods in Qingyao Mountain, and play with the little monsters in the mountain.

It was the first time for him to be so presumptuous without any scruples or worries.

Because every time he ran out, the nine-tailed fox in Lin Mu's house would follow him.

The deterrent power of a big monster like the nine-tailed fox to the weak little monsters in the mountains is unilateral and absolute.

After so many days, Qin Chuan didn't say anything himself, and those little monsters didn't dare to ask what Qin Chuan's body was.

From their point of view, the guy who can get involved with Nine-Tailed Fox is definitely not that weak. They just finished playing small games like hide-and-seek and catching ghosts together, and they themselves were quite happy.

But Qin Chuan didn't come here alone today.

The glass house was finally built, and the little ginseng grabbed Lin Mu by the hem of his clothes after he came back from get off work, begging him cautiously if he could accept some weak spirits who had just matured to survive the winter.

For creatures like them that don't have four limbs and nine orifices, almost every step they take is a matter of life and death if they want to become refined.

At least dogs, foxes, and other animals that become spirits will never encounter such things as being frozen to death in cold weather, as long as they are not eaten by other monsters.

But spirits made from plants can.

They have spirituality, and after opening their intelligence, not only will they attract other monsters, but they will also die due to abnormal weather.

It's like a newborn animal cub without fangs and claws, without the protection of its mother.

Little Ginseng knew a few of these little monsters in the mountains. They hid among the earth and rocks, and they hadn't cultivated to change form yet, and they didn't have the ability to escape.

Occasionally, a wild beast would step on them and kill them.

Unlike Dixiu Diwu, a sacred tree that is loved by the world, it is too difficult for ordinary plants to become refined.

Lin Mu felt that Di Xiu and Yan Xuanjing probably had more experience in this area.

And Dixiu has always taken good care of the plants in the valley where he lived-although the little monsters that become spirits in the valley will eventually be taken away by those big monsters just in case, but this is not the case. It does not affect Dixiu's natural affection for his own race.

Yan Xuanjing did whatever they wanted, if something really happened, he wouldn't lose if he fought.

In the Great Wilderness, he only needs to bypass some of the seniors to walk at will. In the Central Plains, he will definitely not overturn!

So Lin Mu took his family into the mountain together.

Little Ginseng walked in front and led the way, clutching her bellyband nervously: "A few days ago, some humans went into the mountain and dug up a crabapple plant. I don't know if she can survive."

This topic is a bit heavy.

None of the serious monsters spoke.

On the contrary, Lin Mu has more say in this aspect.

"If it is dug up, it shouldn't be a big problem." Lin Mu said, "If the whole begonia is dug up, it will basically be transplanted to other places. Plants with intelligence are still stronger than ordinary plants. A little bit."

And if it grows well, it may have been taken to the flower and bird market.

There are many gardening and flower lovers who go to the market every day. If they are lucky, they may be much more comfortable than in the mountains.

Of course, not to mention the unlucky situation, Lin Mu didn't think it was necessary.

The ginseng doll found a few delicate friends he knew quite smoothly, and they were all small flowers and plants like him.

He explained the purpose of his visit to his friends, and then carefully moved them into the basin brought by Lin Shu.

Yan Xuanjing was at the back of the line, his footsteps paused for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the way they came from.

There was a rustling sound as the wind blew through the bushes.

The fingertips of the nine-tailed fox hidden under the big sleeve moved slightly, a flash of brilliance flashed, and a mist suddenly formed in the mountains and forests.

The mist was walking in front of him, talking softly, as if on a spring outing, the big and small monsters didn't notice it at all, only Dixiu, who was sitting on Lin Mu's shoulder, looked back at him.

Through the layers of fog, Yan Xuanjing saw the two humans who were beating ghostly walls in the fog, slowly withdrew their eyes from behind, and followed behind the trees back home.

They came back by coincidence, and there was a man in a suit standing far away on the cement road outside the courtyard gate.

Lin Mu paused.

Dixiu on his shoulder stood up with a "chuckle".

"Mr. Lin Mu?" The man didn't approach, but asked from a distance.

Lin Mu nodded.

"Boss... The boss of the Emperor's House told me to bring things here." The man said, and took out two small gauze bags, "I can't get close to your courtyard, so I can only wait here."

It should be Zhao Mu who stopped him, Lin Mu looked at the distance he was standing, and made this judgment.

He had also seen those two small gauze bags.

Yan Xuanjing also had such a gauze bag, with the fox pattern of Qingqiu country embroidered on it.

"The Emperor's House?!" Qin Chuan jumped out from behind and was held down by Lin Mu's raised hand, "Where is the Emperor's House?"

The man shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know."

Qin Chuan lowered his head and muffled a reply.

Lin Mu tilted his head, looking at Yan Xuanjing.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at the two gauze bags: "It's Yan...it's my father's Qiankun bag."

Lin Mu thought for a while, then raised his foot to walk towards that person.

Yan Xuanjing stopped him and passed by himself.

Di Xiu jumped from Lin Mu's shoulder to Yan Xuanjing's shoulder, and when Yan Xuanjing took the two gauze bags, he hugged one of them as soon as he stretched out his hand, and did not let go.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at him, then went back to the yard.

Over there, Qin Chuan and a few little monsters went to the glass room to settle the newcomer, while Lin Mu and Yan Xuanjing stopped here and turned to look at the two gauze bags.

"Why didn't Diwu send me a message." Lin Mu took out his phone and muttered, "What did you send?"

Di Xiu looked left and right at where they were standing, then jumped off Yan Xuanjing's shoulder, staggered on his short legs to the open space where the swing was set in the yard, and then opened the gauze bag.

A wooden plank rolled out of the sandbag, rose against the wind, and quickly occupied the vacant corner of the yard.

Huge and thick, the light thickness is much higher than Yan Xuanjing's human figure, almost reaching the window of the bedroom on the second floor, and the area is not small. After the entire yard is occupied by wooden boards, there is hardly much remaining space. The doors are blocked.

The aura emanating from this piece of wood was really familiar to Lin Shu, and he understood what it was almost instantly.

It's Emperor Hugh.

The wooden block of Dixiu's body.

"It's Dixiu's body." Yan Xuanjing confirmed his thoughts, he looked up at the little wooden man who was sitting on the huge block of wood rushing down below them, and glanced at some stains on the block. Red stains.

is blood.

Still very fresh.

It seems that the emperor's house has not been idle in the past few days.

"How do you plan to use these seniors?" Yan Xuanjing asked.

Di Xiu made a gesture.

Lin Mu and Yan Xuanjing raised their heads, but still didn't understand.

Di Xiu put his body away again, Yan Xuanjing weighed another gauze bag in his hand, and said, "This should be the dirt you once stayed in?"

Dixie nodded.

What is meant by Nadiwu has already been expressed clearly.

Yan Xuanjing thought.

He wanted Dixiu to plant himself back directly, to cultivate his health and rest, and not to use these bodies to forcibly transform into a human form like him, involving cause and effect everywhere.

After all, the situation of the two of them is still not the same.

He just didn't know what Di Xiu's plan was.

In fact, Dixiu had no intention of rejecting Diwu's kindness.

After he went upstairs, he went straight to the second floor and took out his precious fruit.

Then, with two gauze bags in his pocket, he wandered around the yard several times, and finally chose the open space next to the swing.

Di Xiu opened the two gauze bags.

The soil and wood pieces rolled out of the gauze bag, but they did not occupy the entire courtyard as quickly as before, but turned into an extremely clear green light, wrapping the little wooden figure.

The little wooden man wrapped in light embraced the fruit, and his body was wrapped in layers of wood. Roots sprouted from his feet and penetrated into the soil. His body was full of strength, and he grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving birth to five branches.

Layers of tree clothes hid him deep in the trunk, and gradually, the shape of the puppet disappeared.

"Where are the fruits?" Lin Mu tilted his head and asked.

Yan Xuanjing pointed to the location of his heart: "It was planted as a wooden heart by the senior."

Lin Mu was at a loss: "What is Mu Xin?"

Yan Xuanjing thought for a while, and replied: "Generally speaking, it is the only weakness of the botanical monsters, just like the well-known nine-tailed fox's weakness is actually the tail. If you cut off a tail, your strength will decrease sharply—similar to to the existence of this concept.”

Lin Mu didn't know much about this kind of thing. He watched Dixiu's branches spread out, emerald green colors emerged from the branches, and the whole tree became lush little by little.

The blue trees are not as huge as they were in the dream, but they are still flourishing and verdant.

The sun that was gradually fading under the setting sun suddenly flourished, and they flocked joyfully and joyfully to the re-growing Dixiu.

In the halo of golden light, a figure fell from the branches of the trees.

He was wearing a dark green robe embroidered with golden leaves, and his long hair fell down in the wind.

He opened his eyes and looked at the stunned trees in the courtyard.

Lin Shu was bathed in the prosperous sun, he was dazed for a long time, and took a deep breath: "Dad, you look so good-looking."

Even better looking than Yan Xuanjing.

The nine-tailed fox standing beside him sneezed a little.

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