After encountering too many annoying things, scolding would naturally dissipate, and he wouldn't take it to heart. But the Foundation Building Pill was a big deal for him. After staying in the mulberry garden for so long, he actually didn't know that the Foundation Building Pill was going to be distributed. Looking at Furong who was attentively fertilizing the spiritual herbs, he really couldn't feel happy.
"Martial Aunt Furong, isn't the Foundation Building Pill distributed once every three years?" Yue Qianchou asked expressionlessly.
Furong held a short manure ladle, thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "This year seems to be the third year."
Yue Qianchou was speechless. Asking her was also a waste of time. Her world seemed to have no other things, it was too pure and simple. But thinking about it, what Qing Cao and Lu Liu said should be true.
Would he have a chance to build his foundation soon? Would he be able to build his foundation successfully? Regardless of whether he could succeed or not, having a chance was better than not having a chance. Unfortunately, there was only one Foundation Building Pill each time. Xiaotian, Guan Yu, Chen Feng, I'm sorry. Don't worry, this boss will definitely do what he promised you.
Thinking of this, Yue Qianchou's depression that had accumulated for more than a year was swept away. He faintly became excited, and his work speed was clearly a lot faster. He urgently wanted to find someone to ask when the Foundation Building Pill would be distributed.
After finishing his work, he threw the things to Furong to deal with. He wandered around the mulberry garden, wanting to get close to people and ask about them when he saw them, but the attitude of the people here was similar to Qing Cao and Lu Liu. He had no choice but to leave the mulberry garden. In the end, he, the only man who carried manure in Wanfen Garden, was too famous. No matter who he found, they were afraid of him, and he was almost beaten by beautiful women several times.
"Yue Qianchou, don't you know that disciples who haven't reached the Foundation Building stage are not allowed to wander around the garden?" A middle-aged woman at the entrance of Wanfen Garden stopped him.
"Martial Ancestor, I was originally a disciple on loan from the Alchemy Pavilion. I have to go back to the Alchemy Pavilion to do something. It won't be long before I return." Yue Qianchou saw that he really couldn't ask anything in Wanfen Garden, so he wanted to go back to the Alchemy Pavilion to ask Ling Feng and the others.
"No," the lady refused without hesitation.
"Grandmaster, then do you know when the Foundation Building Dans for us Qi Condensation disciples will be distributed?"
"I don't know, hmm … Yue Qianchou, don't come any closer. Go back, or else don't blame me for being rude," the middle-aged woman pulled out the sword in her hand and shouted at Yue Qianchou with a disgusted expression. His face twitched, and he showed signs of anger, but when he saw the shining longsword in front of him, he knew that a wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. He could only grit his teeth and retreat.
Unable to ask about the Foundation-Building Pill, he ran into a wall everywhere and suffered a bellyful of anger. Yue Qianchou went to the riverside alone and decided to fish to relieve his boredom. He took out the fishing gear he made from under a rock. But strangely, it seemed that his bad mood also affected the mood of the fish in the river. Not a single fish took the bait. As a result, the more he fished, the angrier he became. He retracted the fishing rod and threw it back.
"Hibiscus said that this river leads to the sea. Since there are people guarding Wanfen Garden, there shouldn't be anyone stopping me from going to the seaside, right?" Yue Qianchou muttered as he looked at the river that stretched between the mountains.
Unknowingly, he followed the direction of the river. After walking along the weeds by the river for more than two hours, the river in front of him passed through two dark, barren mountains. He could already smell the salty smell in the air. Yue Qianchou thought to himself, I'm afraid I'm already at the mouth of the sea.
Sure enough, when he reached the mountains, he could already hear the sound of waves beating against the shore, mixed with the cries of seabirds. He quickened his pace and passed through the mountains. His eyes suddenly opened up. The river rushed to its end, the sea.
The blue sea was surging, and the white sandy beach was smooth and clean as the waves rose and fell. A flock of seagulls flew between the sea and the sky, and the two barren mountains behind him seemed to be where they built their nests.
He hadn't seen the sea for a long time. The endless sea was so wide. The scenery in front of him made Yue Qianchou feel refreshed, and all his troubles were forgotten.
"Ao … Ao …" Yue Qianchou took off his shoes and socks and rushed forward barefooted, leaving a row of footprints on the flat beach. His cries immediately startled a flock of seagulls on the rocks behind him, and they also echoed his cries.
Yue Qianchou waved his fists at them flying in the air and laughed loudly. However, he didn't notice that a person walked out of a cliff cave behind him and was staring at him. It was none other than Yan Zixia, whom he hadn't seen for more than a year.
Like a child, Yue Qianchou, who was happily playing at the seaside, only stopped after a long time. He stared at the vast sea and opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the entire sea. Suddenly, he shouted, "This scene, this scene, should be sung to express our will!"
With a somersault, he somersaulted out of the seawater and landed on the clean beach, sitting cross-legged. With a wave of his hand, he placed a seven-stringed zither on his knees. Yue Qianchou brewed a little, and immediately, he let out an unrestrained and unrestrained laugh. A familiar melody sung by Ren Xianqi from his previous life appeared in his mind, just in line with the current situation and mood.
Yan Zixia, who was on the cliff cave, stared at the person below and murmured, "It's Yue Qianchou! Is he going to sing? I've seen the secret report from Hundred Flowers Palace that the world-famous' White Fox 'and' Dream of Mandarin Ducks and Butterflies' were actually created by an unranked disciple of Aung Kwang-tsung. That person seems to be called Yue Qianchou! I've admired him for a long time, but it's a pity that I can't meet him. I wonder if this Yue Qianchou is the same Yue Qianchou? I'll wait and see … "
After laughing, Yue Qianchou raised his hand and waved. His fingers made a sound on the zither. His mood was surging, and he unconsciously used his True Qi. The sound of the zither pierced through the sound of crashing waves and spread in all directions. His ten fingers had already skillfully plucked the strings of the zither.
"Dong … Dong … Dong …" The moving prelude gradually sounded. Hearing this prelude, Yan Zixia's eyes were already a little brighter.
Suddenly, Yue Qianchou burst into another wave of laughter. Accompanied by the sound of the zither, he opened his mouth and sang loudly towards the boundless sea, "The blue sea laughs, the surging tides on both sides, floating and sinking with the waves, remembering the present. The heavens laughs, one after another, the heavens know who wins and who loses. The rivers and mountains laugh, the distant misty rain, the waves wash away the mortal world, how many do you know in the secular world? The cool breeze laughs, actually provoking loneliness, the lofty sentiments still remain in the evening. Lalala … lalala … "
The wild voice in the hoarse voice, the wild wild singing, the lofty sentiments in the song, and the laughter of the common people. Facing the sea, laughing at the world, laughing at the common people, laughing at the sea, laughing at the world, laughing at the common people, everything was in this song.
This kind of lofty and unrestrained song was completely different from "White Fox" and "Dream of Mandarin Ducks and Butterflies". When Yan Zixia heard it, even as a woman, her whole body trembled.
Was the person in front of her that ordinary looking little disciple of the Alchemy Pavilion that she had seen before? The scene of seeing Yue Qianchou for the first time emerged in her mind. A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Yan Zixia's mouth, "Hundred Flowers Palace's secret report said that Yue Qianchou doesn't care about fame and fortune, and is willing to hide with the reputation of being a waste. The example in the report is very similar to this Yue Qianchou in front of me. With such talent, he is actually willing to carry manure and fertilize the mulberry garden day after day. He really is a person with shocking talent who has seen through the affairs of the world. If this Yue Qianchou isn't that Yue Qianchou, who else can it be? Is there a second Yue Qianchou with such talent in the world? I don't believe it. "
If Yue Qianchou heard her words, he would definitely hug her thigh and cry bitterly. He would definitely tell her, "I really don't want to carry manure in the mulberry garden! I really don't have a choice! Big sister, please save me! "
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