As soon as Zheng Dehui walked on the front foot, Guangyang arrived on the back foot, and his two disciples, Xuanzhen and Xuanhe, came with him.

"Please sit down!" Song Fengchen poured a cup of tea for Guangyang, and then threw a can of oranges to Xuan Zhen and Xuan He.

Guangyang nodded slightly, he took a sip from the tea cup, looked at the living room with his eyes, and couldn't help staying on the honeysuckle tree on the balcony for a while.

This person is really incomparable.

Such a good baby can fall into Song Fengchen's hands!

It's impossible to say that you don't envy.

After a while, Guangyang put down the tea cup in his hand, and said politely: "The house of Shaoguanzhu is really small."

"It's a bit," Song Fengchen's attitude is also gentle: "Fortunately, the new home has been almost renovated, and it is expected to move in one year ago. If the master is free, you might as well come over for a wedding drink."

"sure."

The two exchanged greetings for a while, like old friends they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

At the end, Guangyang said: "I came to Shaoguanzhu today. In addition to the Ding family's affairs, there is also the master who asked me to bring you some things."

Hearing this, Xuanzhen on the side quickly put down the canned orange in his hand, took a package by his feet and opened it on the coffee table.

"Didn't the Master Shaoguan write to ask the source of the honeysuckle?" Guangyang took out a jade box from the package: "Changning Guan also planted similar spiritual plants before."

It's just that it happened during the Xuantong period.

"According to the letter of the Shaoguan subject, this type of spiritual plant should be a kind of non-liuary spiritual plant. What you get from the Shaoguan subject is not its seed, but its dormant body."

"Different from the magical efficacy of other high-ranking spiritual plants, although this kind of spiritual plants has extremely low efficacy, they have evolved a unique survival advantage. Generally honeysuckle is no different. If you don't taste it, who knows it will be a spiritual plant!"

Guangyang knows it all: "This type of spiritual plant generally does not die easily, because as long as they detect a problem in the surrounding environment, they will automatically fall into dormancy and store all the spiritual energy in the dormant body. Wait for the environment to be suitable. At that time, relying on the aura stored in the dormant body, they can quickly take root and sprout again."

"However, it is now the Age of the End of Dharma. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is thin. If you can't get in, once the spiritual energy stored in the dormant body of this type of spiritual plant is exhausted, they will degenerate into ordinary plants."

Therefore, under such a general environment, even the impervious spiritual plant is a rare treasure for practitioners.

"According to the size of the dormant body of the spiritual plant described by the young master, the old master said that the spiritual energy stored in it can only keep it alive for 15 years."

Guangyang opened the jade box and pushed it to Song Fengchen. Inside was a set of shiny ebony wooden signs: "Here is a set of spirit gathering array left by Master Minglingzi. Master asked me to bring it to you. Put it in the spirit. It is conservatively estimated that it should not be a problem to extend its life span by five years."

"Thank you." Song Fengchen is also not polite. After all, he didn't plan to eat alone on this honeysuckle. Xuan Chengzi must have a share.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't expect this thing to have a life span.

Twenty years, a little short.

"The bud samples you sent with the letter have been seen by Master Xuanhezi."

Xuan Hezi is a physician in Changning Guanli.

Guangyang said: "Uncle Shi said, the preliminary judgment is that those flower buds have the effect of calming the spirit, calming the soul, and eliminating evil. Taking it for a long time can also prolong the life. In simple terms, its medicinal effect is the same quality of millennium ginseng. More than five times that."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen's eyes lit up.

He vaguely remembered that in his previous life, in the first few years, a thousand-year-old ginseng was auctioned off at the Haishi Ginseng Festival. The dried product weighed about 90 grams.

He roughly estimated that his pot of honeysuckle should be able to harvest about two or two buds in one stubble, which is equivalent to five thousand years of ginseng.

Don't forget, honeysuckle can be picked four stubbles a year.

Guangyang finally said: "Uncle Shi suggested to chew directly. He said that this is the best way to eat."

"Yeah." Song Fengchen nodded.

Ding Sijing arrived just when the two of them had a match but no small talk.

"Mr. Ding, this is my master, the name is Shangguangxiayang."

"Master, this is Ding Sijing, Mr. Ding."

Song Fengchen introduced the two.

Ding Sijing quickly stretched out his hand, with a look of excitement: "Master Guangyang!"

Guangyang stretched out his hand and shook Ding Sijing: "Mr. Ding."

"It's getting too early. I ordered a banquet at the guest house, and it's supposed to be a reception for the master and the two seniors." Song Fengchen turned his head and looked at Ding Sijing: "Mr. Ding might as well be together."

"Good, good," Ding Sijing replied repeatedly.

Song Fengchen had fulfilled the friendship of the landlords, and Guangyang had to take out the shelf of the elders. At the banquet, he even took out a mutton jade plaque and gave it to Xu Shujian as a meeting ceremony. He also arranged to go to Xu before the New Year. Visiting Mr. Xu at home.

After eating a dinner, it can barely be regarded as a good time for the host and the host.

The next day, Song Fengchen got up early and sent Guangyang and Ding Sijing to the airport.

"For the Ding family, please ask Master Uncle." As he said, he handed the small suitcase to Xuanzhen.

There was a small handful of honeysuckle and three thousand dollars in the suitcase, which was his kindness.

"Yeah." Guangyang nodded.

When Song Fengchen arrived home, Xu Shujian hadn't gotten up yet.

"It's almost ten o'clock, do you want to get up and eat something before going to bed?" He kissed Xu Shujian on the cheek and said softly.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian responded with a long nasal sound, but his head was rubbed against the pillow and retracted into the quilt.

"Okay." Song Fengchen said helplessly, his eyes full of smiles.

I also blame him for not paying attention last night, and tossing people ruthlessly.

"Then you continue to sleep!"

At this time, Song Fengchen heard an inaudible buzzing sound in the air.

The smile in his eyes instantly disappeared without a trace. Following the sound, he walked out of the bedroom and his eyes fell on the coffee table, which was empty, seemingly nothing.

Song Fengchen squinted, he reached out and grabbed the fruit knife on the dinner table beside him. The next moment, the fruit knife got out of his hand and rushed towards the sky above the coffee table.

With a snorted sound, the fruit knife sank into the wall, but a yellow paper crane appeared at the junction of the blade and the wall.

Song Fengchen walked over, drew out the fruit knife, took off the Thousand Paper Cranes and opened it, but it was not just a tracer.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the house, followed closely, and the door slamming sounded.

Thinking of Xu Shujian who was still sleeping in the bedroom, Song Fengchen frowned slightly. He walked over and opened the door to face seven or eight strange faces.

He has a slightly bad tone: "How many do you guys do?"

"US--"

The leading middle-aged man raised his hand to control the arrogant young man beside him. His eyes fell on the tracer in Song Fengchen's hand, his eyes were full of vigilance. He arched his hand and said in a good voice: "This gentleman , I wonder if you have ever seen a ferret?"