Chapter 234

This Kunlun Conference, which was considered a literary bomb, ended in a very peaceful state. Emperor Xiuguo, who ate three plates of food, kept his achievements and fame to himself.

After Yu Tu finished speaking about everything he could say, the bigwigs connected to the projection immediately ended the projection without changing their expressions. Looking at the direction where the projections disappeared, Yu Tu's eyes were filled with admiration.

Under the "leaking questions" of the world consciousness, even though he had been mentally prepared for more than a year, he was still shocked by some information. However, the bigwigs in the inner world projection connection were all very calm, as if they had everything planned out, as if everything that happened was mostly under their control. Everyone in the meeting didn't seem to be particularly surprised, except that Emperor Xiu was indeed consumed a little too quickly:)

After the last projection array constructed by the emergency contact symbol was also cut off, Yu Tu's very straight sitting posture relaxed a little. The chair at the main seat of the Kunlun conference room was made particularly tall. Yu Tu couldn't help shaking his legs that were numb from being tense all the time. He thought that everyone's mind was on what he had just reported, and since he had said all the important things, no one should pay attention to him anymore.

[Elder Di Xiu, the young of you plant tribe have really strong psychological qualities.]

When Di Xiu was collecting the empty plate in the middle of the conference table, he heard Zhong Zhuo of Kunlun whispering to him. Zhong Zhuo was in charge of Kunlun's logistics and was responsible for balancing the income and expenditure of each peak of Kunlun. She liked to tease students whenever she had time. In her words, "When I'm with young kids, all my old airs are gone."

Since Zhong Zhuo started working in Kunlun, she has never accepted students from the Plant Tribe. She asked Di Xiu curiously:

[Do we need to allocate a plot of land for the cub at Kunlun Medicine Peak so that he can plant his own crops? ]

【Thank you for your kindness.】Di Xiu also replied in a voice transmission, 【The Herb Clan has prepared spiritual soil and a small flower pot for Tu Tu.】

Zhong Zhuo worriedly asked: [Will the tree not be able to grow roots if planted in a small flowerpot?]

Relying on the fact that they were communicating with each other, Yu Tu could not hear or understand, and the gentle Elder Di Xiu calmly replied:

[It doesn't matter. Tutu's true self is more than enough. ]

Yu Tu, who was quietly moving himself, suddenly felt his nose a little itchy and he felt like sneezing. He touched his nose and quietly looked around with his peripheral vision, trying to figure out who was gossiping about him behind his back.

Because what he said involved too much content, even though the projection formation had been shut down, the various teleportation symbols burning in the air and the constantly changing formation showed that the follow-up would not be so easily resolved.

Seeing everyone in the conference room busy with their duties except him, Yu Tu felt like a husky that accidentally wandered into a pack of wolves (?)

【Tu Tu.】 Perhaps noticing his discomfort, Elder Song Rong's voice suddenly rang in Yu Tu's mind, 【Do you want to sneak away?】

Yu Tu: “!!!”

Can I sneak away?

He turned his excited and shocked gaze to the white-bearded Elder Songrong, and the kind elder winked at him quietly.

【Let’s go to the restaurant next door for a midnight snack. 】

Strictly speaking, what Yu Tu said was not much, but the people in the conference room wanted to know as much as possible and kept asking for details, so that this multi-party meeting lasted from the afternoon to late at night.

Yu Tu jumped down from the high-backed chair in the main seat and moved a few steps to the side. The spells and formations in front of everyone were in a mess, and no one paid any attention to him. He was completely relieved. In order not to affect the work of the bosses, Yu Tu decisively crept along the corner of the wall to the door, then pressed down his handle to reveal a gap, and "whoosh" he slipped out.

Compared to Yu Tu's cautiousness, the white-bearded elder Song Rong was much more calm. He walked out directly and openly. The cubs of their Grass Tribe had been trapped in the Kunlun Forbidden Land for three days, and the first thing they did when they came out was to report their experiences. Now they had said everything they needed to say and asked all the details they needed to ask. They couldn't possibly stop their growing cubs from eating, right?

When they arrived at the small conference room next door, Song Rong produced a beautiful sky-blue porcelain basin as if by magic. On the basin were three bags of shiny spiritual soil piled high, which looked delicious.

"Braised prawns, stir-fried shredded vegetables, and sweet and sour pork tenderloin." Elder Song Rong smiled, "These are the most popular flavors last week after being improved and upgraded. Would you like to try them, Tu Tu?"

“Bang!!!”

Yu Tu's reaction to the three bags of spiritual soil was to change back to his original form without hesitation. The two-meter-tall tea seedling jumped along its roots, and every leaf was shaking eagerly, showing its urgency.

The speed of time flow in the Kunlun Forbidden Land is different from that in the inner world. Although his senses were suppressed, Yu Tu felt like he had been hungry for three days. After coming out, he attended a highly mentally tense multi-party meeting. After relaxing a little, he felt that his stomach was so hungry that it could digest him whole.

For the plant clan, the spiritual soil that has been processed by the prototype is faster to consume than directly. As soon as Elder Song Rong poured the spiritual soil, Yu Tu Miao couldn't wait to squat in the flowerpot. The flowerpot was not too big or too small, just enough for Yu Tu Miao to spread all his roots freely.

The luster of the spiritual soil dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A trace of heartache flashed across Song Rong's kind face. Tu Tu must be very hungry as he ate so voraciously.

After Yu Tu finished three bags of spiritual soil provided by Elder Song Rong and ate half a bowl of tiramisu-flavored dessert, he fell into deep thought - when did he become so accustomed to eating soil?

But the spiritual soil is really delicious!

Yu Tu reluctantly pulled the roots out of the porcelain pot. After eating, the little tea tree seedling immediately became energetic and swayed itself left and right to form an "n" shape. It had been sitting in the conference room for too long and now wanted to move around.

Elder Song Rong stayed beside him the whole time. When he saw that Yu Tu Miao had eaten her fill and finished her activities, he smiled and took away the spiritual soil and the flowerpot. He walked forward a few steps, looked at Yu Tu Miao's branches and leaves from a distance, and said in surprise, "Tu Tu seems to have grown a little taller?"

Yu Tu: “!!!”

If plants could speak, Yu Tu would have jumped up and shouted to measure their height.

Every adult tree in the Plant Tribe is more or less an expert at raising cubs. Elder Song Rong seemed to have his own treasure chest. He flipped his hand and produced a measuring tape: "Come on, Tu Tu, let's measure your height?"

Yu Tu held his roots together and stood very straight, with the bottom of the measuring tape firmly gripped by his roots.

"Two meters and five centimeters." Song Rong told him with a smile after measuring, "Our Tutu has grown four centimeters taller!"

At this rate of growth, Yu Tu feels that he will be three meters tall by the Chinese New Year!

After getting used to being a human, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he turned into a Miao. After measuring his height, Yu Tu changed back into human form from his original form.

"Tu Tu has been tired for three days, go and have a rest." Elder Song Rong said sympathetically, "Don't worry about Kunlun, I will talk to them."

The saying that you will feel sleepy after eating and drinking enough is not only applicable to humans, but also to Miao. Yu Tu yawned loudly, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Then I will go to rest first. If you need any additional information, remember to come to me!"

"Don't worry so much, kid." Elder Song Rong touched his head, "Go, you still have classes tomorrow."

Yu Tu, who had only attended half a day of classes since coming to Kunlun: "..."

Finished! I must have missed a lot of material after not attending class for three days. Why sleep? I should review first!

Yu Tu pushed open the door of the small conference room and walked out, thinking about how to call Ma Jia out to study in the dormitory. However, his original body had just left the snowy peak and was flying towards the dormitory with the sword when Ma Jia received a voice transmission - one from the clan leader Di Wu and one from the elder Di Xiu. The two of them roughly wanted to go next door to talk to Ma Jia about the original body's education.

Yu Tu was so frightened by the news that he nearly fell off the flying sword. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of rationality in his mind, he would have wanted to turn around and fly back to persuade the clan leader and elders to give up this idea.

What is there to talk about regarding his education?

After a great shock, Yu Tu's flying sword flew back to the dormitory like a drunk. After returning to the dormitory, he sat down at the desk, with an expressionless face, turning most of his attention to the vest.

He won't be scolded, will he? Won't the clan leader and elders unite to criticize him? Will the clan leader be unable to resist and beat him up?

Yu Tu was worried.

But this conversation was obviously unavoidable, so Yu Tu could only put on the vest and follow them to the small conference room next door - the one where he had eaten before.

The white-bearded elder Song Rong was guarding the door. When he saw the three of them coming, he greeted them with a smile, then stepped aside. The conference table was already filled with tea and snacks, and the sweet aroma of cakes was mixed in with the hot steam.

"It's normal for a parent to spoil his child." Yu Tu heard Elder Song Rong and the clan leader whispering in his ear, "Clan leader, please control your temper."

Yu Tu: “……?”

What! Is the patriarch really going to fight with his vest? !

With a little trepidation, Yu Tu chose a position near the door with a calm attitude. If a fight really broke out, he would run away. His energy was limited and he couldn't waste it fighting with the clan leader!

To his surprise, the conversation was not started by Elder Di Xiu, but by the Patriarch of the Diwu Clan.

The Emperor's soul was missing. His temper became more violent and he became less willing to beat around the bush. He said bluntly:

"This meeting is not formal and a little abrupt. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Buyehou. We want to meet you mainly to discuss Tu Tu's education."

"It's not easy for the young of the Plant Tribe to transform, and Tutu is quite special. He grew up in the surface world as a human and suffered a lot." Diwu's eyebrows were wrinkled so much that they could pinch a fly to death when he spoke. "We, like you, feel sorry for him and hope that he lives a happy life. But love cannot develop into doting."

A big question mark popped up in Yu Tu's heart: when did his vest begin to spoil his original self?

He really couldn't figure it out, so he asked sincerely: "Spoil him? When have I ever spoiled him?"

Looking at the genuine, genuine doubt on the face of the senior Marquis Buye in front of him, Diwu almost had a row of question marks in his heart.

"Tu Tu's luck..." Di Wu thought about it seriously, and finally changed his words to a more euphemistic one, "It's not very good."

"Although I have bad luck, you can't show up every time Tutu is in danger. If someone helps you solve problems as soon as you encounter difficulties, it will only reduce your awareness of danger and make you more lawless."

Yu Tu: “……?”

He was not convinced: "But when has the danger he encountered not exceeded his own strength?"

He was forced into debt several times even when using a vest! Using his real body? The grass on his grave would probably be three meters high!

Diwu thought about it and found that he couldn't refute it: "That being said——"

Diwu quickly sent a message to Dixiu: [Come here, you speak!]