That morning, Qingshan got up early as usual and went to stay in the space for a few days, practicing martial arts and medicine, collecting herbs and making elixirs. Yin'er Hongdeng was naturally also in the space to accompany his master.
Over the course of a year, Silver Ear had grown even larger, now almost as tall as a calf. His fur was glossy black, his eyes golden, and his body was covered in compact, firm muscles, giving him a majestic appearance. Meanwhile, Red Light had shed his shell once more, now a fourth-rank insect king. Still the size of a fist, his dark brown wings and carapace were now covered in intricate red-gold patterns. Combined with his wine-red claws and abdomen, he looked even more majestic, regal in appearance.
Qingshan watered the newly planted astragalus root and watched as a row of tender green shoots emerged from the ground, stretching their bodies to absorb the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She looked up at the spiritual medicine garden. Dendrobium, peony, peony, forsythia, lily, platycodon, and other medicinal herbs bloomed in the space, a dazzling array of colors and colors. Not to be outdone, the humble yet incredibly potent herbs like Polygonatum, Polygonatum, Chinese angelica, and ginseng also flourished, lush and green, their fragrance permeating the air.
The fruit trees in this space are all lush and leafy, bearing abundant fruit. Some single trees can even form a forest. The oldest of these fruit trees is already two hundred years old. If they were in the natural world, they would have long since become old and unable to bear fruit. However, this space is rich in spiritual energy, nourishing the trees. The older the trees are, the larger and sweeter the fruit they produce.
Qingshan looked at the vibrant space and remembered that there was once a chubby little man like a glutinous rice ball, jumping up and down and playing in the space.
Qingshan sighed and shouted to Yin'er, who was happily chasing a red light in the distance, "Yin'er, it's time for us to go to work!"
"Here comes the master!"
Yin'er agreed and came flying from a distance, bringing up a gust of wind, with a wine-red shadow chasing behind it.
"Master, the Lun family also wants to go out and play!"
Hong Deng flirted with Qingshan in a coquettish voice, dodging and darting around her, creating shadowy figures. The space was rich in spiritual energy, but unfortunately, apart from Qingshan's pet, there were no other living creatures. Staying there for too long inevitably made her lonely. Ever since Qingshan arrived at the foot of Jingshan, Hong Deng had frequently flown into the mountains, not returning for days and nights. She had once again become the king of the mountain, commanding not only all insects but also any beasts and birds that disobeyed her commands.
Later, Hong Deng decided that the trick wasn't exciting enough, so he turned his attention to villagers entering the mountain, deliberately playing tricks on them. He would frighten the unsuspecting villagers to tears and screams. Over time, rumors spread among the surrounding villagers that the mountain was haunted. Night walkers would often see a red will-o'-the-wisp flickering around them, accompanied by flocks of crows and bats, like dark clouds obscuring the moon and stars, a truly eerie sight. So frightened were the villagers that they would not venture into the mountain in the afternoon, fearing they would not be able to return home before sunset and run into something unholy.
When Qingshan heard about the ghost in the mountains, she knew without a doubt that it was the work of the little bastard Hongdeng. She scolded Hongdeng and put him in solitary confinement for a month, which ended today.
"I won't allow it!"
"...Master, no, Huang Sang, I know I'm wrong, so please forgive me this time, okay?"
Qingshan remained sullen, unmoved, and prepared to leave with Yin'er. Hongdeng, anxious, buzzed in front of Qingshan, her voice tinged with tears: "Master, master, I was so wrong! I'm so sorry! I promise to be home before sunset and never pretend to be a ghost to scare the villagers again. Brother Ruyi is away, and you guys are at work during the day. I'm so lonely in this space, with no one to talk to. I'm so pitiful, sob…"
Although he knew that Hong Deng was deliberately playing the victim, since Tuanzi was mentioned, Qingshan couldn't bear to refuse it.
"Hmph, I'll let you go this time. Remember your promise. If you do it again, I'll lock you in a katydid cage and won't let you out for a year!"
Hong Deng couldn't help but shiver, and repeatedly promised his master that he would not do it again. Only then was he pardoned and left the space together.
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