Douluo: The famous scene of punching the card leads the sect to roll up

Chapter 227 Strange Grass
Yu Qingqian was so startled by the sound that she almost lost her grip and fell from above.

When the incident happened suddenly, Yu Doudou even forgot to restore the expression on her face, her face was frightened and dull.

Yu Qingqian flipped and fell from the air, standing firmly on the ground.

Ning Fengzhi actually noticed Yu Qingqian's existence, so he wasn't surprised, but he was so frightened by Yu Doudou's high-decibel volume that he almost lost his expression control.

You know, for a person who is already a suzerain, expression management is very important, especially when he is away from home.

"Cough cough," Ning Fengzhi clenched his fist at the corner of his mouth, coughed twice, looked at Yu Qingqian and said, "Qianqian, don't do such dangerous things in the future, be careful of getting hurt."

Yu Qingqian chuckled twice: "Uncle Ning, I know, I will pay attention to it in the future. You probably still have something to talk about, so I'll go out first, you guys continue."

After all, without waiting for the two of them to react, he casually picked up the small flowerpot placed on the side, opened the door and walked out.

She turned around and closed the door again, and was about to put the flowerpot on the table beside her, when she caught a glimpse of a group of people.

Yes, you heard me right, a bunch of people
People from Shrek and Xianyu Academy were posted on both sides of the door, wanting to know the content of Ning Fengzhi's conversation.

Because they are put together, they look like skewers.
Yu Qingqian was taken aback by these people who couldn't help eavesdropping, and the flowerpot in her hand almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and caught it quickly.

"You. This is"

Before she finished speaking, she felt a touch on her lips.

Jian Baining put her finger in front of Yu Qingqian's mouth, signaling her to stop talking, and then pointed to the balcony, full of meaning of watching a play.

Yu Qingqian: "."

After all, it was wrong.

She had no interest in listening any more, so she sat at a small table not far away with the flower pot in her hand.

There is a small wooden round table with two small stools next to it, and a vase without flowers on the round table.

The flower pot that Yu Qingqian brought over was not big, and there were no flowers in it, only a few sparse grasses that looked like weeds.

She gently placed the flowerpot on the table, reached out and touched the grass in the flowerpot, and then...she seemed to feel the response from the little grass.

There was obviously no wind in the room, but the branches of the grass swayed, as if they were rubbing against Yu Qingqian's hand.

Interesting.

Although I don't know if this little grass is a soul beast, but this action is too humane, and the wisdom may not be opened.

"what?"

The soil on the small grass face successfully attracted Yu Qingqian's attention.

Different from ordinary soil, the soil in the flower pot is very fine, but it is dry and cracked.

At first, Yu Qingqian thought that only the soil on the surface was like this, but she found that the depth was also like this, as if it had been short of water for a long time.

Strange, what are these grasses that can grow in such an environment.

Yu Qingqian fiddled and fiddled here, which caught Tang San's attention.

Tang San was relatively restrained, and generally would not listen to other people's gossip, so he just leaned against the wall and accompanied the excited Xiao Wu.

Seeing Yu Qingqian playing with the flowerpot, he walked over curiously, "Sister Qian, what's wrong with the flowerpot?"

Suddenly, a sound exploded in his ears, and Yu Qingqian almost threw the flower pot out of his hand with a cleverness.

Turning her head to see Tang San, she breathed a sigh of relief and complained dissatisfiedly: "Can you make a little noise when you walk, and don't talk suddenly behind me, it's scary, okay?"

"Sorry, not next time."

Tang San spoke with a good attitude and a stable mind, and was not surprised by Yu Qingqian's seizures from time to time.

Yu Qingqian didn't care about it, sat back on the small bench, kicked the other small bench to Tang San who was beside him, and handed him the flower pot.

"You are the Martial Soul of the plant department, help me see how these grasses survived."

Although Yu Qingqian's request was a little strange, he didn't question it. Instead, he used his soul power to release a small blue silver grass, and began to close his eyes and feel it.

A moment later, Tang San opened his eyes, with a somewhat complicated look on his face.

"How is it? Yu Qingqian asked."

Tang San hesitated for a moment, and uprooted the grass in the flower pot.

"Look, there are many things like air bags growing at the root. If I'm not wrong, it should contain soul power, so these grasses should be soul beasts."

Seeing Tang San pull up those poor grasses without saying a word, before Yu Qingqian could react, the grasses were immediately unearthed.

Grass: 6.

Yu Qingqian: 6.
"So these are plant-type soul beasts, do you know what these are?"

Yu Qingqian doubted that such a small thing, raised in a flowerpot, could be a soul beast.

"Is that soil useful for its cultivation?" She murmured, as if she was asking Tang San, but also herself.

"It should be useful, maybe it can speed up its cultivation speed." Tang San guessed.

Yu Qingqian sighed, digged a hole in the soil in the flower pot, and then stuffed the grass back.

Whether it can live or not depends on its creation.

Tang San expressed his incomprehension to Yu Qingqian's behavior, but after all, he tore it off by hand, and he didn't speak, but stood up and returned to Xiao Wu's side.

The conversation between Ning Fengzhi and Yu Doudou continued for a while, and the two of them almost lost track of the time when they talked so vigorously, giving people the illusion that they could still talk for [-] rounds.

The eavesdroppers were a little tired, and they struggled for a while and finally moved a stool to sit and listen.

This is rest and gossip and I don't want to let go of any of them.

While sighing, she seemed to hear a faint bird song.

It wasn't the kind of voice that was so soft because of serious injuries and weakness, but the kind of feeling that it was deliberately lowered as if only one person could hear it.

Which good bird would purposely lower its voice?

However, to her surprise, the good person she spoke of was her mother.

That's right, the one that is rubbing against Yu Qingqian's trouser leg now is the ice bird that her mother picked up before.

But she didn't know that her mother brought this bird with her.

She always thought that the ice bird was left in the academy.

Yu Qingqian leaned over and picked up the ice bird, and when she looked up, she saw that her mother didn't want to care about the bird.

Liu Zhiqian was already annoyed by this bird, and wanted to follow wherever she went, for fear of getting lost.

Liu Zhiqian couldn't help but think, I want to eat roasted fowl, there is no chicken and duck, the contemporary meal in front of me is also good.

The ice bird seemed to feel something, and desperately burrowed into Yu Qingqian's arms, and it didn't feel relieved until Liu Zhiqian looked away.

The ice bird jumped on the table, trotted two steps to the flower pot, and stretched its neck as if wanting to eat the grass.

(End of this chapter)