Chapter 38 Long Life Orchard

In a blink of an eye, the disciples of Konglun Mountain have been in Fengyun Mountain for half a month. During this period, they either listened to the Taoist preaching at the Qingxin Taoist Temple every day, or taught some introductory spells by Lan Meizi. As the saying goes, the cultivation process of all the primary stages of the cultivation school is the same. During the foundation period, as long as you master the correct practice method, you can go there, so Konglun Mountain and Fengyun Mountain will exchange disciples. However, the two factions made an appointment to arrange the disciples of the two factions to compete with each other after the end of the exchange period, which was entirely to arouse their monastic enthusiasm. After all, competition is the only motivation.

And Zhao Xuan, as a small gardener in Konglun Mountain, naturally did not have the opportunity to practice and build a foundation with the elder of Fengyun Mountain. Every day, except for pounding some herbs in his room to relieve the heat and inflammation of his disciples, he spends all his time refining gas. After half a month of tireless practice, he already felt as light as a swallow, and his legs jumped up casually two or three meters high. However, as Zhao Xuan has been practicing for a long time, his body has also had a series of adverse reactions. In addition to frequent back pain, the most obvious thing is that his hands and feet have bruises to varying degrees, and sometimes chest tightness. Especially in recent times, whenever he runs the true qi in his body, he always feels that the gas is blocked in a certain position of the four meridians and eight veins. If he is forced to be lucky, his whole body will immediately feel unbearable, but it will get better after a while. However, the pain of this body is more unbearable than other people's sarcasm. So despite his physical discomfort, he still keeps practicing every day.

"Ah! Today seems to hurt more than yesterday!" Zhao Xuan exhaled a breath of atmosphere and stood up with the stone bed next to him. He had been refining all morning. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of purring from his stomach.

"Let's go to dinner first!" He casually grabbed a dress and put it on his body.

Out of the door, a ray of fierce sunlight shone on his head, and Zhao Xuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it.

"It's already noon, so I have to go to the canteen quickly, otherwise I can't even eat rice dregs." He was so fascinated that the time had unconsciously arrived at noon.

The food management of Fengyun Mountain is slightly less humanized than that of Konglun Mountain. The canteen here has a set meal time every day, and the amount of food cooked is only small, which will not make the disciples full. According to the original words of the head Xiafei, "People who practice Taoism pay attention to cultivation. If they eat too much food, they will cause the dirty air in the body to be too strong, which is not conducive to practice. Therefore, it is enough to have a full diet." Therefore, the disciples of Fengyunshan have developed a habit of going to the canteen to wait for dinner first. If they go late, they won't have to eat. And the canteen steward will take all the rest of the food to the back mountain after each meal, because there is still a group of chickens waiting to eat! Only when the chicken is full can eggs be laid, and the disciples who have laid eggs can add vegetables.

"Master, wait a minute." Although Zhao Xuan has come with lightning, he still can't stop the canteen from pouring a pot of white rice into a dirty wooden barrel below.

After hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Are you calling me?"

Zhao Xuan looked at the dirty wooden barrel edge and the rice mixed with leftovers in the bucket, and felt sorry for a while. He slowly stretched out his palm and rubbed his face from bottom to top. After a while, he said, "Didn't I tell you to wait a moment?"

"Are you the first day you come to the canteen for dinner? Don't you want to queue up here at that time?" The food was a little irritable. He didn't understand why some untimely disciples didn't come to line up to get the meal, and after a while, he complained about them?

After being disciplined, Zhao Xuan was much more honest. He pressed his head very low and grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands to pretend to be his little daughter. "Master, I'm a little gardener. I have to do a lot of work every day, and all the headaches and feverish herbs of my disciples are asked me to cook by myself. I also want to come to the canteen early and queue up, but if I don't finish my work, I will be scolded by the elders. I can't help it!" As he spoke, he wiped his tears, and his pitiful appearance was difficult to associate with his 1.8 meters. He was smiling secretly at this time: "It's a pity that I don't sing!"

"Brother, don't cry!" Zhao Xuan's performance moved an old man and a half. He took a look at the dirty wooden bucket under him, "But the rice can't be eaten when poured into the wooden barrel. As you can see, this wooden barrel is so dirty that the rice can only be fed to the chicken. The tube meal paused, "Uh! Why not do this! Little brother, go straight out of the canteen and go straight to the mountain road on the right. There is a small slope at the fork. After you walk up this slope for a while, there is an orchard. You can go in and pick some fruits to eat.

After hearing this, Zhao Xuan did not wipe his tears and bowed straight to the steward, "Thank you, master, thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, when you enter the orchard, you will see a dog. When it sees a stranger, it will bark. Then you can open it with a stick and go in.

"Hmm! Then I'll go. Thank you, master. Zhao Xuan waved his hand and ran out.

Go straight to the right after leaving the canteen, and then encounter a fork. On the left side of the fork is a small slope, and a mountain road bends and spreads forward.

Although this slope is not very steep, if you don't climb the mountain often, you will probably lie down after walking for a short walk. Zhao Xuan was not born to do rough work. Even if he went to Konglun Mountain as a job, he usually only did some fine work to water the flowers and decoction. Even if he watered the flowers, he had to try his best to be lazy, so he also invented a water irrigation system!

"That should be the front." Zhao Xuan held a branch extending from the inside by the roadside and gasped. At this time, he was already sweating. After seeing a sign in front of him, he took a deep breath and ran up.

"Long live orchard? This name is so strange."

In front of you, there is a wooden board on the top of a fence door surrounded by bamboo poles, with the words "permanent orchard" written in lime powder. Looking into the door, large fruit trees are luxuriant, covered with huge fruits, including apples, bananas, oranges, etc., which are red, green and mouth-watering.

Zhao Xuan stood in front of the orchard, and a strong fruity fragrance floated, which was pleasant. He unconsciously took a few deep breaths, "It's so fragrant! It must taste better.

Maybe he was disturbed by his voice. At this time, a big dog came from the depths of the garden and barked at Zhao Xuan. The dark brown hair trembled with its barking, and some dust and stones fell from it.

"Ah!" Zhao Xuan was most afraid of dogs. He quickly ran to a higher place in the mountain, stepped forward with his legs and jumped up the tree.