My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 97 The Grass on the Cliff
Father Jiang looked at the hundreds of monks in the sky and sighed deeply.

"Your mother and I were not born in Linjiang City, but escaped here more than twenty years ago."

"Before we were casual cultivators in the Longevity Domain..."

Father Jiang said, paused, and explained.

"A domain refers to some secondary worlds that support the native world and form a world of its own, suitable for monks to live in. The Longevity Domain is one of them."

"The cultivation of the people in the domain is a level higher than that of this world."

"That's why... I want you to leave."

Father Jiang stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Jiang Yuehan's head.

It turned around again in the air and landed on his shoulder.

With a wry smile, he patted his shoulder.

"Our enemy is...my sister, your aunt, she is the Huiyang realm above the clouds."

"Now that your mother and I have lost all our cultivation, Qiansong alone can't resist her attack, not to mention... people from the Qiu family."

Father Jiang's calm voice fell.

The old man in front raised his head slightly, and there seemed to be pain in his cloudy eyes.

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A long, long time ago, he was still an unformed grass.

It grows on a rock under a cliff.

I don't know how long or when I was born, but I have some consciousness.

I only vaguely know the meaning of myself; I know that I am silent at night and chase the sunshine during the day; I stretch the grass leaves in rainy days and absorb nutrients from the ground.

The surrounding grass didn't have his normal consciousness, and only grew according to instinct.

He was satisfied with growth from the beginning, and gradually became dissatisfied.

At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of loneliness.

I just want to find a conscious existence like myself, to grow wantonly on the rocks of this cliff together.

He waited for a long time, and saw countless days and nights, countless springs and autumns.

When I was about to give up for a long time, she appeared.

A girl in a green dress slid down a cliff while dangling from a rope, and picked a purple flower not far away from him.

She seemed to be planning to climb up, but suddenly, she saw him.

"Ah, what kind of herb is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

For some reason, he felt very happy.

So he shook the branches and leaves vigorously, trying to attract the girl's attention.

Best... best, let her stay here.

The girl didn't stay, but reached out and dug him and the lump of soil under his feet.

She climbed up the cliff, wrapped his grass roots and soil with a cloth bag, and put them in the backpack behind her.

Along with her, there is another boy, she calls him, brother.

He feels joy.

He finally found a being with the same consciousness as him.

There will never be a situation where you say hello to the surroundings and never wait for a response.

He was taken back to the girl's home and had a new foothold.

A black, humble flower pot.

He tried to say hello to the girl and the boy, but got no response.

He danced the branches and leaves, and finally attracted the boy's attention.

The boy approached with a water bottle and sprinkled some water under his feet.

Then he raised his head and asked the girl.

"Yan'er, what kind of herb is this?"

The girl was busy with the matter at hand, and answered very casually.

"I do not know!"

"I just brought it back because I couldn't recognize it. If it's some kind of precious medicinal herb, wouldn't we make a lot of money?"

"Is that so..."

The boy nodded knowingly, turned his head, and looked at him.

Then he reached out and touched his blade of grass.

He tried his best to avoid the boy's fingers, feeling a little unhappy.

Why did they ignore his greetings and still touch him?

The boy suddenly laughed.

"Yan'er, this grass is still a grass with a temper!"

As he spoke, he poked his blade of grass with his fingertips.

He was angry, and pressed the blade of grass against his fingertips, and even patted the young man's fingers with the spare blade of grass.

The boy smiled even more happily, and turned to greet the girl.

"Yan'er, come here, look at this grass, it actually knows how to hit me!"

The girl finally shifted her gaze, put down the things in her hands, and walked over.

After looking at him twice, he stretched out his hand, imitating the boy's appearance, and touched his blade of grass.

Somehow, his unhappiness just dissipated.

Although the boys and girls couldn't understand what he said, they could also communicate through this!

Happily, he wrapped his arms around the girl's fingers.

His attitude towards teenagers is completely different.

The boy cried out immediately.

"Hey, what's the matter! I'm not allowed to touch it, so I just let my sister touch it, right?"

The boy lifted the kettle and sprinkled water all over him.

"I can't tell, you're still a lustful grass, you!"

While speaking, he pulled the girl's hand aside and said seriously.

"Good sister, you can't be fooled by this grass! This is a little bad grass."

The girl laughed straight after being teased.

"A piece of grass, what can you know? Brother, you are worrying too much."

The teenagers and girls laughed and walked away.

And...he was the only one left.

He didn't want to be like this, he wanted to be like boys and girls, talking and laughing.

Why can't he do it?

He waved his blade of grass at will, and gradually, he focused on himself.

He seems to be different from them.

Boys and girls don't need to grow in the soil, they can walk around freely; they don't have the same color or appearance as him; boys and girls can still make sounds; and...

There are many, many differences.

Be like them, he thought, do things and talk with them.

Vaguely, he knew.

To absorb spiritual power, to... contact with many, many herbs of different shapes, he can become like a boy or girl.

He began to work hard, and day by day, he grew a lot taller, and he was able to use the branches and leaves to touch the herbs in other flower pots.

The first thing he touched was a pot of blood-red long grass.

At the moment of contact, it was as if something flowed into his body from the long grass.

He fell asleep.

……

He was awakened by the boy's exclamation.

It took a long time to wake up, and found that the boy was pinching his branches and leaves with his fingers, his face full of surprise.

"Little bad grass, you've turned red!"

He patted the boy's fingers open with branches and leaves, and began to observe his own condition.

He really turned red!

In a trance, he seemed to understand something. The long grass, the medicinal name of blood sausage grass, nourishes the blood, and has a slight poison.

But now, he has the medicinal properties of blood sausage grass, and also has the toxicity of blood sausage grass.

"It really is a bad grass, Ang?"

The boy said angrily.

"Aren't all the water and fertilizer I watered and fertilized you for nothing these days?"

"Can you, can you not give me a few leaves every time? I don't want to lose face?"

No!

Proudly, he bent the blade of grass and put it on his waist.

And after the boy touched it unwillingly, a few leaves patted it.

If you don't like it, you don't like it!

The girl is the companion he wants to grow together on the cliff stone!

　That... ask for votes...

　　.(／ω＼).
　　
　
(End of this chapter)