Chapter 332 Hurting Each Other
Tong Chongling was very anxious and he had to deliver the things quickly.
Although he didn't know what they wanted these spiritual plants for, he couldn't hold them back.
Tong Congling took his mother's hand and headed straight to the plantation on the back mountain.
As for Dahei and Moyu, they stayed where they were to rest.
There is a very large plantation in the Yan Palace, where many spiritual plants are grown and many formations are set up.
If a stranger breaks in here, he may be torn to pieces by the formation.
There are many precious spiritual plants here, which are usually managed by Hu Zhenya’s disciples.
The Silver Ringed Jade Rabbit jumped forward beside them, holding the steamed bun in its front paws, so it could eat while traveling.
Soon, they had the plantation.
"Master, Senior, Young Palace Master!"
The disciples stopped what they were doing and asked Hu Zhenya and the others.
Hu Zhenya nodded at them and asked them to continue working.
Looking at these busy disciples, Tong Congling had a subtle expression.
He had discovered before in Wanxuan Sect that Mu Shiyue didn't take care of those spiritual plants at all.
She only occasionally walked around the backyard, watered them from time to time, and occasionally applied some fertilizer.
That's how you do it, letting them grow and develop as they please.
Moreover, the cubs would often run around in the backyard, scratching, biting, and struggling, treating the tall spiritual trees as their opponents.
Even large spiritual beasts like the iron-eating beast often run under the tree to urinate and sharpen their claws, and from time to time they slap the tree, knocking down the leaves.
Looking at the plantation of the Yan Palace, the disciples kept a close eye on the spiritual plants for twelve hours a day, fearing that something might go wrong with them.
If the leaves fall off, they will be very sad and will immediately go around checking them for a long time.
But when comparing the two, the difference is very obvious.
Wan Xuanzong's plants grew so strong, sturdy, lush and vigorous.
The plants in the Yan Palace are growing well, but compared with those of Wan Xuanzong, the difference is visible to the naked eye.
The plants here are delicate and delicate, while those of Wan Xuanzong are particularly rugged and wild.
If Tong Chongling had never been to Wanxuan Sect, he would definitely feel that his own sect was not as good as his own.
But now, he looked at these carefully cared-for flowers and plants with a bit of disgust.
"What are you looking at?" Hu Zhenya noticed her son's look and couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing." Tong Congling shook his head.
His target was clear, and he ran directly towards where the octagonal Buddha vine was.
The current focus is the Eight-Angled Buddha Vine and Frost Mystery Grass!
Hu Zhenya shook her head helplessly behind her and followed.
Soon, they reached their destination.
A vine was wrapped around a big tree. The leaves of the vine had eight corners and smelled a bit like sandalwood.
"Mom, do you have any more seeds?" Tong Chongling asked.
"Yes." Hu Zhenya nodded. "Do you want more seeds?"
She frowned, "This octagonal Buddha vine is not easy to grow."
Or rather, the spiritual plants here are basically not easy to grow.
You may spend a lot of time and energy, but in the end nothing even sprouts.
"It's okay, Senior Mu can do it!" Tong Congling was full of confidence in Mu Shiyue, "Senior Mu is very good at growing spiritual plants!"
"Oh? How amazing?"
Listening to her son praising others, Hu Zhenya felt a little jealous, "Are they better than me?"
"Dang!"
Tong Chongling blurted out, then noticed that her mother's eyes became dangerous.
He quickly corrected himself, "Hey, you all have your own strengths, you're all amazing!"
Hu Zhenya sneered and looked at him coldly as he talked nonsense.
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