Xu Yi is down-to-earth and focused.

The immortal asked him to read the scriptures every day, and he would read the scriptures every day. The immortal asked him to find trees and plant flowers. He would go to the mountains to look for flowers every day, even if he couldn't find them, regardless of wind and rain.

For him, there is a small cottage for him to live in. Although it is small but not airtight, it is warmer than at home.

There is something to eat when you wake up in the morning. Not only do you have to worry about being hungry, but you also have meat and rice for every meal. Such days are something he had to get by dreaming and fantasy before, but now they come easily. Sometimes it really makes him feel that he is dreaming, or as the story says, accidentally chopping wood in the mountains, he accidentally encountered monsters and magical creatures, was fascinated, and had hallucinations.

Even if you go to the mountains to find trees, dig trees, and transplant them every day, it is not more tiring than chopping wood, it just takes more effort.

Fortunately, one thing he does is one thing, and he is dedicated to it.

Inside and outside Fengshan, various mountain villages are searching everywhere.

After searching for plum blossoms, I looked for camellia again.

I often fall by stepping on the air, roll down from the snow slope, and often hit beasts in the mountains, facing the birds of prey, and sometimes even encounter monsters. I was so scared that I ran back and gasped.

Sometimes I stopped in front of the village, bent down and listened quietly to the elders in the village talking about the trees in front of me, how to distinguish, what characteristics they have, how to plant them, what preferences they have for soil temperature and moisture, and what insects they will grow. Sometimes I also sat on the futon in the snow, and listened to Fang Xinrong and others tell him where there are trees in the mountains and what kind of trees look like in winter. I listened seriously.

I gradually felt that this was completely different from his job of chopping wood.

Lin Jue often looked at him in the attic.

He became more and more satisfied with this first son.

And this has nothing to do with talent.

In his spare time, he meditated and practiced, drank tea and performed, or took a nap, sat without thinking about anything, or rode on the clouds to visit other immortals, which was so uncomfortable.

Suddenly one day, Taoist Qingxia, who lives on the Nanshan Mountain, came to visit and invited him to watch the fun together:

"Fellow Daoist Lin! The God of Fuchi in the North is fighting against the three true lords above Qingyuan, hurry up! Come and take a look with me!"

Once he was free, Lin Jue fully realized the feeling of these immortals.

I am idle and bored, so I naturally want to join in the fun. I practice without any confusion and do not confuse the world, so I naturally have no scruples. No matter which side of the fight or who fights whom, I can watch it without any burden.

And that floating pool god is really interested.

"Just about to go out! Let me clean up!"
Chapter completed!