Chapter 110: Rare Purple-Leafed Golden Agate
Shoucheng walked closer and only then could he hear what the old man and the young man were whispering.
"Is this thing really useful?" Lingxiang was skeptical.
"Hey! Look at what you're saying. When has this old man ever lied to you?" After hearing Lingxiang's question, the old man with the bamboo stick immediately replied, "Just wait. When Suhui falls, I'm afraid you won't be willing to pick it up."
Shoucheng didn't know what the two were talking about, so he coughed lightly, walked forward and saluted.
"Oh, Shoucheng is here." Lingxiang glanced back at him, then turned her head away again. "You've come just in time. Come quickly, the purple-leaved golden amaranth is about to bloom."
Purple-leaved golden amaranth? I've never heard of it.
Shoucheng went forward in confusion and saw that the old man and the young boy were squatting around a potted plant. However, the potted plant had purple stems and leaves with two white buds on it, which looked like a night-blooming cereus.
Could it be that the little nun woke him up in the middle of the night just to come and see this fleeting moment?
No! Epiphyllums only grow in summer and autumn. Spring is about to bloom, so how could it be an Epiphyllum?
Just when Shoucheng was full of doubts, he saw a ray of clear sunlight falling down, sprinkled squarely on the potted plants. The two buds seemed to be constantly absorbing the spiritual power in the moonlight, and they were actually showing signs of blooming.
"Hey! Look, look, I didn't lie to you, old man!" said the old man with the bamboo stick, with a proud look on his face.
Lingxiang seemed to have no time to pay attention to him. She just stared at the purple-leaved golden amaranth with bated breath, as if the flower bud would shy away and stop blooming if she avoided it.
I saw the petals opening layer by layer as the moonlight watered them. They were originally white buds, but slowly turned golden as they bloomed. The petals seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, and there was a trace of pure spiritual energy lingering in them.
Shoucheng had never seen such a scene before and was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, the old man with the bamboo cane suddenly spoke up: "You can't take your eyes off it? It's just the outer petals opening. The real beauty will come later when the buds open completely and the pistils are visible!"
Indeed, now only some of the outer petals have opened, while some buds are still closed, but they are already very eye-catching.
"If this treasure is in full bloom, it will take another hour or two!" The old man with the bamboo stick looked even more proud, as if he was showing off.
this……
Isn’t this Epiphyllum?
Shoucheng thought so in his heart and asked the same question. The old man with the bamboo stick smacked his lips and glanced at him when he heard it.
"It's true that it's called an Epiphyllum, but there are hundreds of different kinds of flowers. This one took thirty years to sprout, thirty years to grow branches, and thirty years to form a cage. After the cage is formed, it took another ten years to get to where it is today. I put a lot of thought into it. How can it be compared to an ordinary Epiphyllum?"
"Even if you say it's a hundred years, you still have to force it, as if you're afraid that I'll take advantage of you." Lingxiang stared at the flower cage intently and spoke.
"Oh, you little girl, you are really something. You haven't lived for a hundred years, so how can you know what it means to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens for a hundred years." The old man with the bamboo cane complained.
Lingxiang laughed when she heard this: "I wonder what kind of burden you, an old man, have to bear to endure such humiliation?"
The old man with the bamboo stick curled his lips and muttered, "You really don't understand Fengyue, you have a wooden head."
After about a cup of tea, the spiritual energy of the purple-leaved golden aphrodisiac suddenly exploded, like sparks from a flame on an oil candle. At this moment, the flower cage opened, and the silk stamens inside could be vaguely seen. Just like that, the spiritual energy around the flower cage became even more dense, and it was faintly shining with golden light. Even the waning moon in the sky could not match half of its brilliance.
"What do you think? My purple-leafed golden amaranth is indeed a treasure!" The old man with the bamboo stick stroked his beard with a smile, and even the tips of his beard seemed to be proud.
Another half hour passed, and the closed petals opened wider, and the stamens stood up, continuously emitting spiritual energy, while its outer petals became transparent and thin, like cicada wings, and the lines in the petals were clearly visible.
"It's really a rare thing. Where did you get it, old man? Why is there only this one?" Lingxiang stared at it intently, her eyes full of envy.
"Oh! It's just this one plant. It's so easy for you to say, little girl. In order to cultivate this treasure, I put in a lot of effort. Only this one came out of ten jars." The old man with the bamboo stick's beard was flying, and he thought to himself that Lingxiang was really talking without any pain.
"Oh, what a pity. Otherwise, I would ask for one and go to Xianyunju. It would be much more convenient to make medicine from it." Lingxiang said with regret.
The old man with the bamboo stick immediately became alert when he heard this. This little bandit was capable of robbing people openly. Many of his belongings had been robbed by her a few years ago. He had no place to cry and was truly regretting it.
But he just had the personality to show off any good things he had, and he liked Lingxiang very much, so this would give her a lot of things at a bargain price.
The purple-leaved golden hibiscus finally bloomed, its receptacle a bluish-purple, its outer petals translucent, its inner petals bright, its stamens golden, and its silky style pure white. The flower, seemingly white, radiated a golden aura, a sight that filled one with admiration and awe.
Lingxiang was just lost in thought at the elegance and purity of the flower when the old man with the bamboo cane spoke hastily.
"Girl, what are you waiting for! This flower blooms for only a moment. If you miss it, you'll have to wait another forty years!"
Lingxiang came to her senses immediately after hearing this. She took a pair of scissors from the side and cut off one of the flowers with a "swish". She then carefully scraped all the pollen from the pistil into the inkstone that had been prepared at some point.
As soon as the pollen was scraped off, the purple-leaved golden orchid began to show signs of withering, and even the spiritual energy emitted by the flower still on the stem gradually weakened.
However, even so, Lingxiang and the old man with the bamboo stick did not ask any questions. They just took some water and slowly ground the ink block.
When Shoucheng was wondering what the two were doing, he saw the flower on the stem slowly closing its flower cage. After a while, it became a bud and its head drooped.
At this time, the old man with the bamboo stick picked up the scissors and carefully cut it off, put it together with the flower with the pollen scraped off in a handkerchief, wrapped it gently and handed it to Lingxiang.
"But don't forget my share." Lingxiang didn't even raise her head, just concentrated on grinding the ink, saying, "I know, I know."
Only then did Shoucheng see that the ink ground in the inkstone was surrounded by golden aura, and the black ink seemed to be emitting golden light.
Just as he was wondering, he heard the old man with the bamboo stick telling him to pick up the flowerless purple-leaved golden amaranth and follow him out.
"This little girl is too busy to take care of the two of us now. You'd better be careful to move my treasure with me. This purple-leaved golden amaranth has just used up all its strength, so we have to nourish it well now." After saying this, he actually hummed a little tune, which was quite funny.
Shoucheng had no choice but to listen carefully and pick up the purple-leaved golden amaranth, and follow the old man with the bamboo cane back to the bamboo courtyard.
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