Chapter 110 Purple Leaf Golden Tan Rare Item
Shoucheng walked closer and only then could he hear what the old man and the young were whispering.
"Is this thing really useful?" Lingxiang was skeptical.
"Hey! Look at what you said. When has the old man ever lied to you?" After hearing Lingxiang's question, the old man with the bamboo stick immediately replied, "Just wait. When the Suhui falls, I'm afraid you won't be willing to pick the flowers."
Shoucheng didn't know what the two were talking about, so he coughed lightly, walked forward and saluted.
"Oh, Shoucheng is here." Lingxiang glanced back at him, then turned her head away again, "You've come just in time, come quickly, the purple-leaved golden amaranth is about to bloom."
Purple-leaved golden octopus? I've never heard of it.
Shoucheng walked forward in confusion, and then he saw that the old man and the young were squatting around a potted plant, but the potted plant had purple stems and leaves, with two white buds on it, and looked like a night-blooming cereus.
Could it be that the little nun woke him up in the middle of the night just to see this short-lived beauty?
No! Epiphyllums are summer and autumn plants. Now that spring is about to arrive, how can it be an epiphyllum?
Just when Shoucheng was full of doubts, he saw a ray of clear sunlight falling down and sprinkled exactly on the potted plants. The two buds seemed to be constantly absorbing the spiritual power from the moonlight and were actually showing signs of blooming.
"Hey! Look, look, old man, I didn't lie to you!" said the old man with the bamboo stick, with a proud look on his face.
Lingxiang seemed to have no time to pay attention to him. She just stared at the purple-leaved golden amaranth with bated breath. It seemed that if she distracted herself, the flower bud would shy away and stop blooming.
I saw the petals opening layer by layer under the watering of the moonlight. They were originally white buds, but slowly turned golden as they bloomed. The petals seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, and there was a trace of pure spiritual energy lingering in them.
Shoucheng had never seen such a scene before and was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, the old man with the bamboo stick suddenly spoke: "You can't take your eyes away from it? It's just the outer petals that have opened. It will be wonderful when the buds are fully opened and the pistils are visible!"
Indeed, now only some of the outer petals have opened, while some buds are still closed, but they are already very eye-catching.
"If this treasure is to bloom, it will take another hour or two!" The old man with the bamboo stick looked even more proud, as if he was showing off.
This……
Isn’t this just Epiphyllum?
Shoucheng thought so in his heart and asked the question. The old man with the bamboo stick smacked his lips and glanced at him after hearing it.
"It's not wrong to call it an epiphyllum, but there are hundreds of different kinds of flowers. This one took thirty years to sprout, thirty years to grow branches, and thirty years to form a cage. After forming a cage, it took another ten years to get to where it is today. I put a lot of thought into it. How can it be compared to an ordinary epiphyllum?"
"Even if you say it's a hundred years, you still have to force it, as if you're afraid that I'll take advantage of you." Lingxiang stared at the flower cage and spoke.
"Oh, you are really a little girl. You haven't lived for a hundred years, so how can you know what it means to endure humiliation and burdens for a hundred years." The old man with the bamboo cane complained.
Lingxiang smiled when she heard this: "I wonder what kind of burden you, an old man, have to bear to endure such humiliation?"
The old man with the bamboo stick curled his lips and muttered, "You are really ignorant of Fengyue and have a wooden head."
After about a cup of tea, the spiritual energy of the purple-leafed golden aphrodisiac flower suddenly exploded, like sparks from a flame on an oil candle. At this moment, the flower cage opened, and the silk stamens inside could be vaguely seen. Just like that, the spiritual energy around the flower cage became even more intense, and it glowed with a faint golden light. Even the waning moon in the sky was not half as radiant as this.
"Well, my purple-leaved golden taro is really a treasure!" The old man with the bamboo stick stroked his beard with a smile, and even the tips of the beard seemed to be proud. After another half an hour, the petals opened wider, and the stamens stood up, constantly emitting spiritual energy, and its outer petals became transparent, thin, like cicada wings, and the lines in the petals were clearly visible.
"It's really a rare thing. Where did you get it, old man? Why is there only this one?" Lingxiang stared at it intently, her eyes full of envy.
"Oh! It's just this one plant. It's easy for you to say that, little girl. I have put in a lot of effort to cultivate this treasure. Only this one came out of ten jars." The old man with the bamboo stick's beard was flying up, and he thought to himself that Lingxiang was really talking without any pain.
"Oh, what a pity. Otherwise, I would ask for one and go to Xianyunju. It would be much more convenient to make medicine with it." Lingxiang said with regret.
The old man with the bamboo stick became alert immediately after hearing this. This little bandit was capable of robbing people openly. Many of his belongings had been robbed by her in the past few years. He had no place to cry and was truly regretting it.
But he just had the tendency to show off any good thing he had, and he liked Lingxiang very much, so this would give her a lot of things at a bargain price.
The purple-leaved golden champa finally bloomed, with purple receptacles, transparent outer petals, bright inner petals, golden stamens, and pure white silky style. The flowers looked like white flowers, but they constantly exuded a golden aura, which made people admire and marvel at them.
Lingxiang was just lost in thought at the elegance and purity of the flower when the old man with the bamboo stick spoke immediately.
"Girl, what are you waiting for! This flower blooms for only a moment. If you miss it, you'll have to wait another forty years!"
Lingxiang came to her senses immediately after hearing this, took a pair of scissors from the side, and cut off one of the flowers with a "swish". She then carefully scraped all the pollen out of the pistil into the inkstone that had been prepared at some point.
As soon as the pollen was scraped off, the purple-leaved golden amaranth began to show signs of withering, and even the flower that was still on the stalk began to emit a gradually weakening aura.
However, even so, Lingxiang and the old man with the bamboo stick did not ask any questions. They just took some water and slowly started to grind the ink block.
When Shoucheng was wondering what the two were doing, he saw the flower on the stem slowly close its flower cage, and soon it became a bud and its head drooped.
At this time, the old man with the bamboo cane picked up the scissors and carefully cut it off, put it together with the flower with the pollen scraped off in a handkerchief, gently wrapped it up and handed it to Lingxiang.
"But don't forget my share."
Lingxiang didn't even raise her head, just concentrated on grinding the ink, saying "I know, I know" to her.
Shoucheng then saw that the ink ground in the inkstone was surrounded by golden aura, and the black ink seemed to be glowing with golden light.
Just as he was wondering, he heard the old man with the bamboo stick telling him to pick up the flowerless purple-leaved golden amaranth and follow him out.
"This little girl is too busy to take care of the two of us now, so you better be careful and bring my treasure with me. This purple-leaved golden amaranth has just used up all its strength, so we need to nourish it well now." After saying this, he actually hummed a little tune, which was quite funny.
Shoucheng had no choice but to listen carefully and pick up the purple-leaved golden amaranth, then follow the old man with the bamboo cane back to the bamboo courtyard.
(End of this chapter)
