One Thousand Two Hundred and Three. Sweet Rain Pouring on the Precious Tree

Yan Zhaoge led Shi Jun, and the two arrived at Mount Gen, one of the eight peaks of Guangcheng. ▽○ w-w-w `. x-f`q-x-s-w`. -c`o-m

Among the eight peaks of Guangcheng, the highest peak is Qiantian Peak, the main peak.

But looking at it now, Qian Tianfeng doesn't stand out.

Because on Gen Mountain Peak, there is a towering giant tree.

The branches and leaves of the giant tree flashed a faint blue light, and the trunk was straight and towering, looking extremely majestic.

In fact, its real size should be even bigger than what it is seen now, a giant tree that really stands tall.

After Yandi dealt with the space distance around Gen Mountain Peak, the big tree doesn't look so obtrusive.

Even so, it is still huge and unforgettable at first sight.

However, at this moment, this towering giant tree gives people a feeling that it is not lush.

Although it is not withered, it looks like there is little vitality.

It is not difficult to see that if this development is allowed to continue, in the long run, it will eventually wither one day.

"His Majesty Qiandi has the secret method handed down by the Wuzhuang Temple before the Great Destruction. It is not difficult to plant this tree. For others, it will take a little effort."

Yan Zhaoge looked up and down the big tree.

At present, it can be confirmed that it is not Yandi's compressed space that caused the treasure tree to fail to grow normally.

It has little to do with transplanting and changing the environment.

Guangcheng Mountain specifically searched and captured a disciple of Emperor Qiandi who escaped from Xulai Peak when Yan Zhaoge broke the gate, and learned from him that they did not understand the method of cultivating precious trees.

It has always been what Emperor Qian ordered to do.

At that time, Emperor Qian would give them some spring water to water the precious trees.

But they didn't know where to find the spring water.

"The master master's uncle summoned Feng Shishu from the Eight Great Worlds to study the cultivation of this precious tree." Shi Jun looked at the towering giant tree with a headache expression: "However, there is no harvest yet. "

"Hey,

I guessed that my father would ask Junior Brother Feng to come up. "Yan Zhaoge couldn't help laughing.

He glanced over the top of Mount Gen, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure under the treasure tree.

But it is Yan Zhaoge's best friend, Feng Moyang.

Although he is young, he has made a lot of achievements in alchemy, second only to Yan Zhaoge among the younger generation of Guangcheng Mountain.

If you don't look at the realm of cultivation, but only look at the alchemy skills, he is also one of the top alchemy masters in the entire sect.

In addition, in order to collect herbs, he also did a lot of research on plant cultivation.

Ben was already amazingly talented in this area, and he became even better at it later on.

Although his cultivation level is not high, and his reputation in the upper world is not obvious, but Feng Moyang is now in Guangcheng Mountain, and he is already a well-known expert elder.

At the moment, he is looking intently at the grafted ginseng fruit tree.

Yan Zhaoge patted Feng Moyang's shoulder, the other person was startled, turned around, his eyes were a little out of focus.

The next moment, Feng Moyang came back to his senses: "It's you who came back?"

"Go back to the mountain to take a look, and I will leave soon." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "I heard that there is something wrong with this tree, so naturally I have to come here, the things I got back, I can't just let it go to waste .”

Hearing the words, Feng Moyang said helplessly: "It's hard for you to remember that you sent someone back to the mountain for this tree."

He turned his head and looked at the towering treasure tree in front of him: "The Zongmen has made several trips to Kunlun Mountain, and collected all the water sources near the former site of Xulai Peak, but nothing has worked. I don't know where Emperor Qianyuan came from. Get the spring water."

"If the range is too large, there will be too many water sources. Even if you have the energy to find and try one by one, you may not have enough time."

There are also some Guangcheng disciples around, who are all gathered at this moment, but they dare not approach.

Everyone whispered: "That... that is Senior Brother Ban Xianyan?"

"It seems that I have seen light and shadow images before."

"What does it mean to be like, it's like, who else has such a bearing?"

"It looks very ordinary..."

"What do you know? It's the image of returning to the basics. If ordinary people approach the precious tree and are illuminated by the precious light on the leaves, they will faint immediately. It's us. If we don't use our skills to resist, who can get close? It's done, can you make people invisible like an ordinary person?"

"That's true. In that case, Senior Brother Yan is really amazing..."

"It's just nonsense, that's a banished immortal! At the ninth level of Martial Saints, no real immortal in the legend can match Senior Brother Yan!"

"What is Uncle Yan doing here? Is he also here for the treasure tree?"

"Uncle Yan can't help it..."

"How is it possible? How could Master Yan be helpless?"

"No, brother, don't worry, I have always admired Master Yan, but today's matter has nothing to do with the level of cultivation, high strength does not mean that you can know what spring to use to water the precious tree."

"You kid, you are so itchy, I will discipline you for Master today!"

A group of people talked a lot, but they didn't dare to approach.

Although in terms of seniority, Yan Zhaoge is also a disciple of Guangcheng Mountain for three generations.

Don't talk about these juniors, who in today's Guangcheng Mountain really regards him as a junior disciple?

For a group of juniors, especially the new Guangcheng disciples, Yan Zhaoge is like a totem god, and exists on a completely different level from them.

Everyone looked at Feng Moyang and Shi Jun with envy, and envied that they could talk and laugh happily with Yan Zhaoge.

Everyone yearns for it, but no one dares to go one step further.

"I have an idea, let's try it." Yan Zhaoge followed Feng Moyang.

Feng Moyang looked over curiously.

Yan Zhaoge took out a small jade pot.

"What is this?" Feng Moyang and Shi Jun looked at the jade pot curiously.

Yan Zhaoge casually tossed the jade pot into the air, and then caught it when it fell: "This was the first time the mountain opening ceremony was held in Huangjiahai. The light hit it hard, and Emperor Qian fell at that time."

"Oh?" Feng Moyang's eyes flashed slightly: "Could it be..."

"You'll know if you try it, and you don't need to use water from Kunlun Mountain." Yan Zhaoge said to Shi Jun, "Jun'er, give me your pot of spring water."

Shi Jun also became excited and passed the porcelain pot over.

Yan Zhaoge took it, and poured the water from the porcelain pot into the jade pot.

Shi Jun's porcelain pot is specially made, which has the effect of a miniature capsule. It looks small, but it contains a huge amount of water, as if it is filled with all kinds of lakes and seas.

And the jade pot in Yanzhao Singer is obviously the same, no matter how much water is poured into it, it will never overflow.

Yan Zhaoge didn't empty the porcelain pot on purpose, but filled part of the water into the jade pot, stopped, then covered the pot and shook it, and then stood still for a while.

Everyone held their breath.

A moment later, Singer Yanzhao threw it away.

Under his remote control, the jade pot flew straight into the sky, reached the top of the treasure tree, and then sprinkled the rain.

The spring water seems to be bigger than a pouring basin, hitting the branches and leaves, and then falling into the root soil below.