Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Double Update in One
Since the contract was signed, everyone got along unexpectedly closer. Even the team leader Huang Dazhuang no longer kept calling her "little fairy" like before, and now calls her "Xiao Lin Xiao Lin" more easily.
In late April, Lin Xinghuo soaked rice seeds in Buxian Village and started raising them. Then, everyone in the village, young and old, joined in, planting the seedlings within a few days. The old village chief measured the rice seedlings daily, his face radiating with joy.
What did the farmers want? A good harvest, with lush leaves and strong seedlings? The enthusiasm of the production teams was incredibly high, but those thieving sparrows were incredibly difficult to prevent: "Do these thieving creatures even know our rice seedlings are growing well? Why do they love flying right over here?"
In previous years, there weren't so many sparrows stealing seedlings in Buxiantun. This year, not only are there many sparrows, but there are also a frightening number of pheasants coming down the mountain, digging up seedlings from the fields and eating them as if they were risking their lives.
"The foxes from Little Fairy's family have all gone out, but they can't do anything about these pest birds!" Old Man Cen, who was tending the fields, had two grouse tied to his waist and was leaning on a bamboo pole with a bird net. He bent over and brushed the mud off his pants: "No catch again!"
"Third Uncle! Take it easy, don't fall!" Two boys in their early teens ran over proudly, patting their chests and saying, "Look at us!"
As he spoke, he raised his slingshot and, with a whoosh, shot out a small stone, which actually hit a sparrow. The two brothers looked at each other, and when the elder brother waved his little hand, "This one's for you!" the younger brother happily ran over to pick it up and put it in the basket as a treasure.
Old man Cen stuck his head in to take a look, and there were quite a lot, almost half a basket!
That evening, after work, a production assault team composed of veteran farmers spontaneously gathered at the health station for a meeting. Lin Xinghuo listened to their discussion while tinkering with sweet potatoes. Ever since Lin Xinghuo had made another significant contribution to the brigade's spring planting, the members had spontaneously included her in the village's most prestigious group, known as the "Village Elders' Council." These ten or so members were the village's most influential voices.
This group of people includes cadres such as the old branch secretary and accountant, as well as role models from the women's Iron Sister Combat Team, etc. The village's member representatives are basically elected in turn by these people from the village elders' association.
The village elders' council used to hold its daily meetings at the brigade headquarters, but ever since Lin Xinghuo was recruited, they've been moving to the health station. This was practically a blatant act of forcing someone to do something, with everyone smiling and saying, "It's just a matter of walking a few more steps. It's okay if Xiaolin doesn't like to express his opinions. He'll just listen more!"
Even Lin Xinghuo was helpless, especially since the old Party Secretary had told her privately, "You can't let the village just take advantage of you. It's not a good way to get ahead. You have to contribute to the village, and the village will support you."
The old branch secretary was very honest. He said, "I don't understand your practice, but I have listened to many old operas and storytellings. In Journey to the West, didn't the characters have to eat and drink like humans? Even Monkey King was coveting the ginseng fruit! You see, when they were penniless, Zhu Bajie was still thinking about breaking up and returning to Gao Laozhuang. What does this show? It shows that no one can pretend to be alive! I have watched it for so long. Xiaolin, you have to start everything from scratch and save everything by yourself, but you alone can't provide it all! For example, making that medicinal juice, it's so difficult!" He saved more than ten kilograms of medicinal materials and made a bowl of medicinal juice, but what's the use?
The old man's words hit the nail on the head, and Lin Xinghuo had nothing to say:
After cleansing her essence and marrow, ordinary baths had lost their effectiveness. Until she found a better solution, she could only resort to spiritual practice. While it was difficult to expel deep-seated impurities, every breath and every bite of food absorbed them into her body. Fortunately, these impurities initially only accumulated on the surface, making them easily expelled through dedicated spiritual energy. However, at the third level of Qi Refining, her spiritual energy was limited, and every bit was precious. Lin Xinghuo felt bad for wasting it daily to remove impurities.
It was that experience detoxifying Wei Chunxing that gave her inspiration. Impurities, in a different sense, are poisons to the human body. So, Lin Xinghuo experimented with refining the detoxification formula, creating a paste that, when applied to the body, would remove toxins. This jade paste was highly effective, requiring mostly common herbs like nightshade, cocklebur, and spiny amaranth. But there was only one—nearly twenty kilograms of the herb, refined to a small, palm-sized box. The large bowl of concoction the old Party secretary had seen hadn't even completed the final steps.
So, it turned out that impoverished Lin Xinghuo was "kept" by Buxian Village. She now had access to jade paste thanks to the strength of numbers. First, Wei Chunfeng and her brother would dig herbs for her after work, and then everyone in the village got into the habit of helping her pluck whatever they could. These herbs were so common in the fields that within a few days, they filled half the house.
Lin Xinghuo's vision for developing Buxiantun has evolved from simply wanting the brigade to be further constrained by the commune to a mutually beneficial and mutually dependent one. The floating fairy has finally taken root.
"We can't just rely on the kids using slingshots. These birds are so thieves that they come to steal the corn seedlings when they should be returning to their nests at night! They dug a hole in the corn seedlings in the West Thirteenth District, and it's useless to erect several straw men!" Old Man Cen said angrily. He patrolled several times in one night, but they were still destroyed by the birds.
Grandma Wei, also a member of the bird-snatching team, observed more carefully: "There are more birds this year, but fewer mice. The four pests that the children in our village turned in were all sparrows, and the teacher at school even asked why there were no mice."
Lin Xinghuo's eyes unconsciously glanced at the sable lying on the stone pillar basking in the sun. This must be the sable's credit! To show off, the sable raised a team of rats to kill them!
They say the fastest way to kill rats is to catch a few, stuff soybeans into their anuses, sew them shut, and then release them. The maddened rats will then maul everyone else in the pack to death. But the sable is even more ruthless. It uses both carrot and stick: it devours any disobedient rats, and rewards the good ones with some of the fruits and vegetables from Lin Xinghuo's family it's saved.
Since the sables moved into the Lin family's backyard, within half a month, the large group of rats were almost extinct.
趴在石头桌上睡觉的兔狲，敏锐的觉察到自己的人类看向臭貂的赞许眼神，尾巴一甩就要暴起揍貂。林星火赶忙摁住它，指指黑貂这秃一块那秃一块的皮毛，撸了撸猫头不许它再欺负黑貂。
The caracal stretched, vaguely displaying its glossy, flawless fur, and meowed. The sable shuddered, then immediately scurried up the slope to the mountain retreat, tail between its legs.
The cat's mind was smaller than a needle's. Lin Xinghuo simply scooped it up into his arms, then stood up and sat among the people at the meeting. "How about we let the bees try?" The fox cubs had gone to stand guard, and the birds didn't dare approach them, but they all flew off to other fields. The fox ran with its tongue hanging out, but it couldn't match the wings.
But the half bee colony that the caracal and his little brother the sable took away might be useful - the alopecia areata on the sable was caused by bee stings, and Lin Xinghuo had to shave its hair in order to remove the venom.
"That swarm of black bees?" Old Man Cen smacked his lips, a little reluctant to let them go. "No matter how powerful the black bees are, they are still bees. If they meet the thieves from my hometown, won't they be killed in one bite? We finally settled down here with them, and we still expect them to split the box."
When he was young, Old Man Cen was employed by a beekeeper while trying to make a living. He knew a bit about bees, and when he saw Lin Xinghuo's beehive hanging on the peach tree on the hillside, he was enchanted. This was a species of black bee native to Selangor, hardy and capable of collecting honey, and it also loved to sting.
Taking over Lin Xinghuo's job of shredding the sweet potatoes, Wei Chunxing, who was listening in, shuddered. He thought, "Uncle Cen's eyes are all covered in honey, and he's even pitying those queen bees! Oh my god, can these things still be called bees? Every sting is deadly! Really, other bees' stingers will drop out, dragging out their intestines, but these black bees? They can even grow a new stinger, even longer and more poisonous!"
Lin Xinghuo shook a wooden ring on her wrist, and a sweet fragrance emanated. Soon, a swarm of a dozen or so bees buzzed over.
Wei Chunxing shrank his neck and obediently moved away, holding the dustpan. He had to be far away. The bees seemed to remember his two attempts to steal their nest, and they would often deliberately land on his nose, their stingers gleaming with cold light, touching the tip of Wei Chunxing's nose and nearly turning him cross-eyed.
Lin Xinghuo reached out and plucked a bee from the swarm of bees flying around her, and the black bee landed obediently in her palm.
Lin Xinghuo held it up and showed it to Old Man Cen, who was shocked: "Wow! How come it's so big?"
Black bees are originally slightly larger than ordinary bees. The black bees raised by Lin Xinghuo are even larger than any black bees he has ever seen, almost the size of peanut kernels. The black hair all over its body is shiny black, but the three hair bands on the abdomen are pure gold. The stinger at the end of the tail is long and thick, and it reflects black light when you look closely.
Old Man Cen touched it with his finger, and the black bee dodged but didn't sting him. The old man tried to lure it to his finger, but the black bee ignored him: "This can't even be called a black bee. I've seen local black bees, and the hairs on their bellies are mud-colored. How can they be so majestic!"
"Well, I named them golden-ringed bees." Lin Xinghuo smiled and said, "The new queen bee is rapidly expanding its population, but we still have a small source of nectar here, so we need to control it. Golden-ringed bees can indeed drive away sparrows. My private plot on the slope is close to the hive, and the sparrows dare not come." In fact, there are also some naive and fearless ones, but they were all taken care of by the little animals at home, especially during the day when she and the caracal and the little fox were not at home, the golden-ringed bees often "hunted" the sparrows who dared to come and steal the house.
This was only the first generation of worker bees she nurtured. The golden-ringed bees would become increasingly powerful, especially once she had tidied up the valley and had spiritual flowers to harvest. The spiritual lotus had already taken root in the valley's pool. After the first lotus leaf unfurled, Lin Xinghuo noticed that the water quality had improved. With this water, combined with her wood spirit energy, the peach tree on the slope, which had been cracked by the manul lightning, had surprisingly survived and was now beginning to produce flower buds.
Lin Xinghuo has been taking time out to go to the valley every day lately. She plans to take advantage of the spring to tidy up the valley. There's a small group of "helpers" hired by the caracals working down there.
"Uncle Cen!" Wei Chunxing couldn't help but exclaim, "That golden ring wasp almost stung me to death, you know that?" He was a man weighing over 100 pounds, and he was worried about this giant wasp? What was he worried about? The kids in the village should be worried. Without sparrows, how could they complete the "Catch the Four Pests" mission assigned by the school?
Old Man Cen was already tempted. After all, the animals raised by the fairy lady were all smart and capable. She said that the golden-ringed bee could drive away sparrows, so there was an 80% chance that it could do it.
But the old man still felt distressed, and he directed his anger at Wei Chunxing: "Do you have the right to interrupt us when we are talking?"
"Besides, can you fly or eat bees? Are you comparing yourself to a sparrow?" Old Man Cen glared at him, "You're so enthusiastic, I'll leave the beekeeping to you! If the number of golden ring bees decreases, report it to Xiaolin immediately. It's better to think of other ways than to damage the foundation of the bee colony!"
Wei Chunxing moved his clumsy left foot, his eyes indicating that he might not be able to handle this task.
Old Man Cen turned his head and pretended not to see it. The old Party Secretary made the final decision: "Okay, let's do it this way for now!"
Wei Chunxing had a bitter face, and Lin Xinghuo took out a wooden ring and gave it to him: "Shake it like this, and a little golden ring honey will seep out of this small opening, and then the golden ring bees nearby will follow you."
One hand held the caracal, which hung from her arm like a long blanket. The creature refused to jump down, its chubby face drooping as Lin Xinghuo fiddled with it. Lin Xinghuo single-handedly pulled a pot-bellied clay pot from the woodshed and asked the village elders for their opinion: "The trial sweet potato wine is almost ready. Would you all like to try it?"
Wei Chunfeng, who had been silently recording, finally spoke up and ordered her brother, "Go get some bowls."
Lin Xinghuo said, "There is a stack of wooden bowls on the third shelf of the second north shelf." When she was practicing carving wooden talismans, she carved the unsuitable wood into some daily utensils.
Before the wine was poured, everyone was attracted by the small and exquisite wooden bowl in their hands. Wei Chunfeng bent down to sniff it and asked, "Is this made of cedar? It smells really good."
Wei Chunxing, a permanent resident of the health station, was already accustomed to this. After all, even the most ordinary things could become extraordinary after the hands of the Little Fairy. Cedar trees were the least rare in the area, and even with his keen nose, he had never noticed their scent. But with the stack of bowls the Little Fairy had prepared, he could already smell the refreshing fragrance that filled his lungs without even getting close.
"Cedarwood is rich in oil, and the extracted cedar oil can also be used as medicine." Lin Xinghuo explained simply: "It has the effect of killing bacteria, clearing the lungs and removing dampness, and it is perfect with sweet potato wine."
As he said this, he broke the mud seal and distributed the wine to everyone.
The pale yellow wine complemented the wooden bowl beautifully, with a slight clump of liquid clinging to the sides, almost unrecognizable as wine, more like fine honey. A slight swirl of the bowl unleashed a long-hidden, unique aroma. But as soon as the wine settled, the aroma faded, as if sealed.
The old men and women were stunned at first, and after a while they shook the wine bowls in disbelief, and suddenly the wine rippled and a wonderful fragrance filled the air.
The old Party Secretary opened his mouth wide, forgetting everything he was going to say. Huang Dazhuang was the most direct, cautiously approaching the bowl and taking a sip.
"How is it?" The old men who were reluctant to drink stared at Huang Dazhuang with burning eyes.
Huang Dazhuang felt a wave of heat as the wine entered his stomach, then dispersed with a bang. He didn't feel any burning sensation, but rather, it became increasingly moist as it spread, as if his entire body were soaked in warm water. His mind felt a little dizzy for the first moment the wine entered his stomach, but then he felt refreshed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, not knowing how to praise it, but could only say, "Great wine! I've never tasted such good wine!"
Grandma Wei glanced at him. What kind of wine would Dazhuang, a pig chewing on a peony, have? These rough boys only like the strong liquor that burns their stomachs.
She was old and didn't dare to drink like Huang Dazhuang. She just took a small sip and held it in her mouth to feel it.
Eh, doesn't it seem strong? It starts with an indescribable bitter aroma, followed by a sweetness that rises from the base of the tongue, a bit like the sweetness of wolfberries and the refreshing moisture of pine needles?
"Good! Good!" Grandma Wei's forehead had less sweat than Huang Dazhuang's. She stroked her chest and abdomen up and down, feeling so comfortable that her hands and feet became warm.
"Sister Wang, Miss Chunfeng, take a sip too!" Grandma Wei smiled from ear to ear, holding the bowl. "This wine is suitable for us women!"
Aunt Wang and Wei Chunfeng hurriedly took a sip as well. The old branch secretary and several old men couldn't help but drink it first, and they all closed their eyes to savor the taste.
"What do you mean it's suitable for you women?" Old Man Cen came back to his senses and refuted Grandma Wei with the first sentence, "In my opinion, it's more suitable for us gay men!"
The old branch secretary was able to control himself like a stabilizing force. He sipped a small bowl of wine carefully and did not join in the quarrel between the old man and the old woman.
"Hey! Old man Chen, why are you so unconscious? Xiaolin asked us to taste the wine, but you started drinking it silently?" Grandma Wei was sharp-eyed. She held the old branch secretary's skinny hand that was touching the wine jar.
The old Party Secretary withdrew his hand and winked at Wei Chunxing, who was closest to the wine jar: "Cover the mouth of the jar with a plate. The alcohol smell will dissipate soon!"
Wei Chunxing understood, and just as he stretched out his claws, his sister slapped him back mercilessly.
The loud clapping sound brought back the others who were still savoring the moment to their senses.
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Lin Xinghuo, the hero who should have spoken.
Lin Xinghuo, tucked away in a corner, holding a wooden bowl and serving wine to the caracal, felt a little embarrassed. She hid the bowl away, fearing that others would suspect her of intentionally killing a wild animal. The caracal, discontented, curled its tail around her wrist and slurped the wine with its tongue, glancing at the unsealed jar. "If I had known my friend's medicinal wine would taste like this, would these outsiders have been fighting over it?"
"Ahem!" The old branch secretary cleared his throat, his voice as soft as Chunfeng's: "Xiao Lin, this is not just sweet potato wine?" He had drunk sweet potato wine before. Soldiers liked this kind of wine. Hongzhong brought him a jar when he retired.
When Lin Xinghuo first proposed brewing sweet potato wine, the old Party secretary hesitated. It wasn't that the wine wasn't suitable, but that it was too suitable. Sweet potato wine is good because the raw materials are cheap, but it's also true that it's difficult to brew. This difficulty doesn't refer to the complex process, but rather the difficulty of producing a good wine.
Several nearby communes make sorghum wine and mountain grape wine, but not a single one makes sweet potato wine! It's not because of anything else, but because sweet potatoes aren't particularly suitable for making wine. Sweet potato wine, which relies on "70% raw materials and 30% craftsmanship," tastes unremarkable and often contains harmful substances like methanol and other oils. This news even made the newspapers a few years ago, urging residents not to blindly brew their own sweet potato wine.
Lin Xinghuo nodded: "This is a medicinal wine brewed with sweet potato wine as the base, and with polygonatum, atractylodes, pine needles, wolfberry, etc. The recipe was originally called Zhongzangjing Yanshou Wine, but I changed the recipe and the brewing process is also slightly different, so I haven't thought of a name yet." So he just called it sweet potato wine.
As for the winemaking process, it wasn't complicated at all. Lin Xinghuo used some new alchemy techniques he had learned from his basic training. Alchemy was too difficult, so winemaking was still easier.
"It's called a longevity wine, but basically everyone can drink it. Pregnant women should only drink in moderation." Lin Xinghuo suddenly remembered that Wang Huzi had poured a small cup of wine for his son Wang Caiduan during Chinese New Year, so he couldn't help but add, "No, it's not recommended for children under fifteen, and it's best not to drink for those under ten. This wine has a mild aftertaste, and children can't handle it."
"This is the first jar of wine. Little fairy, would you like to try it?" Wei Chunxing took a new bowl to pour it. He often went to the health station, so he naturally knew that only one jar was brewed in the first wave.
Lin Xinghuo had indeed never tasted it, but when she took the wine just now, she used her spiritual power to test it. There were very few impurities in the wine, and the medicinal properties were well neutralized. She was sure that even if the wine didn't taste good, it would not harm the body.
The caracal, which was curling up vigorously, moved its ears and wrapped its long tail around Lin Xinghuo's wrist and lifted it up. It obviously meant that she should not be polite and it was willing to share the wine in its bowl with her!
Lin Xinghuo hesitated. Just think about how she had abandoned the porcelain jar six months ago when the caracal stole the wild boar meatballs. Back then, she'd thought the caracal was dirty, but now she was willing to share a bowl of wine with it?
"Meow?" The caracal tilted its head back, its cat-like eyes squinting at you, but its cry was soft and delicate.
Anyone can't resist it, so Lin Xinghuo followed suit and lowered his head to take a bite.
Lin Xinghuo smacked her lips, and her eyes lit up. Unlike the captain and the others, her first reaction was not how delicious the wine was or how unique its aroma was, but that she felt a trace of spiritual energy spreading through her stomach meridian and being easily absorbed by the spiritual power in her body!
Animals practiced in a rough manner, and this trace of spiritual energy was too little, so the caracal only felt that it was particularly delicious, but failed to perceive the mystery in it.
Even more exciting than advancing, Lin Xinghuo's heart burned. Since it was her first time brewing this kind of wine, she had casually picked a leaf from a gourd vine that was about to fall off, thinking that adding some spiritual plant energy might increase the success rate. Unexpectedly, the wine not only completely retained the gourd leaf's spiritual energy, but also became easier to absorb! This was practically a huge boost to her future cultivation!
"Meow!" The caracal swiped the smirking Lin Xinghuo with its tail. Drunk? The caracal's heart was actually beating a little fast. It didn't know why, but it didn't want to tolerate Lin Xinghuo's daydreaming at all. It just wanted... what was it thinking? The old caracal felt like it was drunk too, its mind wasn't quite working.
Lin Xinghuo forced herself to suppress her expression, tilted her head back, and drank the entire bowl of wine, leaving not a drop for the caracal. As the caracal's eyes suddenly turned incredulous, she pinched its paw and whispered, "I'll tell you later."
Back among the excited villagers, Lin Xinghuo had calmed down again—not because her mindset had improved, but because she suddenly realized that the only spiritual plants she had that could support her were the treasure gourd vine and the spiritual lotus. The gourd vine was struggling to produce gourds, so it was difficult to pull out too many leaves, and the spiritual lotus currently had only one lotus leaf spread out on the water...
As expected of the poor Lin Xinghuo.
Lin Xinghuo had to calm down, reality did not allow monks to dream.
"Such a fine wine must be difficult to brew, right?" This is Yanshou wine, which sounds so high-end. What if the winery can't make it? Although Lin Xinghuo said she would teach the recipe to the winery after the trial brewing was successful, the old branch secretary was worried that Xiao Lin was at a disadvantage. Now he is worried that the members may not be able to learn the brewing method.
Lin Xinghuo first explained the effects of the wine in detail: "It has the effects of nourishing yin and moistening the lungs, replenishing qi and strengthening the spleen, calming the mind and protecting the liver. It has a mild medicinal property and can be taken all year round." As for the most basic effect of dispelling cold and warming the body, there is no need to explain it.
He added, "The brewing process isn't too difficult, it just requires some special tools and wine vats." Someone in the village knew how to make coarse pottery, so Lin Xinghuo planned to build a crude version of an alchemy furnace, imitating the "Gathering Array" from the basic techniques. He'd have them use this instead of a distilling retort during brewing, and the wine vats needed to store the liquor simply needed a basic Five Elements Thick Earth Talisman pressed into the interlayer of the vat's mouth. In the Five Elements, Earth represents the center of the four directions, east, west, south, north, and middle, representing neutral energy. Wine and earth have always been compatible, and burying wine in pure earth has always been the best way to store it. Lin Xinghuo simply used the Thick Earth Talisman instead of earth, which would allow the wine to mature faster, and the taste would be no worse than if it had been stored in the ground for over a decade.
The old secretary and the other three immediately remembered the magical yellow talisman of the fairy lady, and instantly they had a clue. The old secretary's bark-like face flushed slightly. He took the wine Wei Chunxing had secretly filled for him and took a big gulp, grinning from ear to ear.
"We can't call it sweet potato wine!" Captain Huang Dazhuang, who usually doesn't like to think about things, was the first to say, "That name doesn't suit our wine!"
Grandma Wei swallowed the wine and thought, "It's not a good idea to call it Longevity Wine. We have to think of a more resounding name!" Longevity Wine is a bit unproletarian.
"How's 'Red Lady'?" Wei Chunfeng said, "The model opera 'The Red Detachment of Women' is so good! So many people know about it!"
"No, no!" The old men were unhappy: "This sounds like it's only for women. Wouldn't that mean half the people won't come to support it?"
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After arguing for a long time, the old branch secretary finished his third bowl, and Wei Chunxing didn't dare to pour it out for him. No matter how good the food was, he was afraid of overdosing.
The old branch secretary was reluctant to put down his bowl and made the final decision: "What's with the Red Lady and Green Warrior? Just call it Buxian Mountain Pine Wine! Pine trees are evergreen, and this wine has pine needles. Plus, it has our village's name on it. Hey, how great is that! We have so many cedar trees in our village, so when we sell wine, we'll give out cedar bowls. Young and old men with nothing to do during the winter, go carve me some bowls! Anyway, as long as people see pine trees, they'll remember our Buxian Mountain Pine Wine!"
He also had a selfish motive: the old saying goes, "Buxian Mountain" means "a mountain with gods"; Xiaolin came from Buxian Temple on the Lotus Peak of Buxian Mountain, and she had such ability and vision. Buxian Village became better and better because of her. This wine should be named after her, but it would be inappropriate to publicize it, so he could use "Buxian Mountain" to refer to it. After all, Xiaolin was the little fairy lady of their team.
Lin Xinghuo didn't think too much about it. She just looked at the old branch secretary with admiration. The old branch secretary was really good at naming. Unlike her, she still hadn't chosen a good name for her children at home.
This couldn't be delayed any longer, especially with the three fox cubs. The yellow fox said the cubs' necks held the inner elixir of the Black Fox, but Lin Xinghuo couldn't remove it from the cubs' necks, let alone merge the three into one. After a long search with the caracal regarding the inherited memories, the caracal speculated that the strange knot could only be untied if the cubs voluntarily acknowledged their master.
The fox cubs had already decided on Lin Xinghuo, but the difficulty lay in the fact that these three hadn't yet reached the Spirit Gathering Stage and were only half-demon beasts at best. They couldn't possibly form a bond with Lin Xinghuo like the caracals did.
Lin Xinghuo was really worried about the fox cubs being unsafe with the demon pill hanging on them. Even the yellow-skinned fox could see it. What if...
But the little foxes still love to go into the woods, especially the big fox, who seems to want to make "collecting herbs" his lifelong career.
Seeing his friend's anxiety, the old man condescended to offer a suggestion. The first step was to give the three cubs proper names. The true names of demonic beasts held special significance, and this was one of the biggest differences between ordinary beasts and demonic beasts.
But what to name it? In addition to practicing in meditation, Lin Xinghuo's mind has been full of this these days.
It’s too difficult!
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The author has something to say: Naming the hard-working alien fish is too difficult! It’s really too difficult!
Note: The recipe and efficacy of Zhongzangjing Yanshou Wine are from "Explanation of Chinese Medicinal Wine Preparation"
In the Five Elements, earth is the center of the four directions, representing the spirit of neutrality. — Encyclopedia.
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