Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1077 1068. Deterrence
Since Mr. Shi said he wanted to leave, then let’s go. It’s almost time for us to rest anyway.

Luo Yihang went out to drive.

The business car carrying Uncle Li and his group, which was still sitting at the door, turned the car around and headed straight for the back mountain.

After leaving Luo Yihang's grandfather's house, going up one floor is Luo Yihang's own home. He just passed by the door without entering since there was no one at home anyway.

Straight out of the village.

The view in front of me suddenly opened up. The green grass of the meadow halfway up the hill was swaying in the breeze, and the purple flowers were in full bloom, like a carpet of flowers.

Coupled with the green mountains in the distance, it creates a beautiful mountain scenery.

Everyone is enjoying the scenery through the car window.

Mr. Shi suddenly shouted, "Stop the car!"

crunch~~
Luo Yihang stopped the car, turned around and asked, "Mr. Shi, what's wrong?"

Mr. Shi pointed to the purple flowers on the meadow outside and asked, "Is this motherwort yours too?"

He has really good eyesight.

"Yes, it's mine too. The land at the back doesn't look good and can't be turned into a field. I just scattered some flower seeds here." Luo Yihang said casually.

"Come on, let's go down and take a look." Mr. Shi was still very anxious. He quickly opened the car door and jumped out. He turned two steps and squatted at the edge of the meadow.

Luo Yihang watched him pick up a piece of motherwort, put it in front of his eyes to look at it, then put it under his nose to smell it, and finally put it in his mouth and chewed it directly...

"Hey, hey, hey, it's dirty and unwashed." Luo Yihang shouted, but it was too late, the food had already been stuffed into his mouth.

Bo Zhihong was also very curious.

Dian Dian ran to Mr. Shi, squatted down, pulled up a piece of grass, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing it twice, he said, "Pah, pah, pah."

He turned around and said to his master, "It smells like grass."

Mr. Shi chewed the grass leaves carefully, spat them out, turned around and said with a smile: "Grass, isn't it the taste of grass?"

"Then why are you still eating?" Bo Zhihong spoke without thinking.

Mr. Shi was not annoyed at all, and continued to smile: "My tongue is different from yours, old man. I can taste the medicine."

Then he asked Luo Yihang: "How do you use these grasses?"

how to use?
Luo Yihang scratched his head, not quite understanding. "It means putting up a few beehives when the flowers bloom to collect some honey. Then share it with relatives and friends. I have a friend whose girlfriend likes to drink it very much. She takes away ten or eight bottles every year, that's it."

"What about the other parts? The leaves, stems, and the fruits of the mulberry tree in autumn?" Mr. Shi continued to ask.

Luo Yihang only then realized that the bunches of small fruits that Motherwort produces in September and October have a very nice name.

But those things...

"As for grass, it withers when winter comes, and the fruits fall. Some will sprout in the spring, and some won't. I'll just sow some more seeds, that's all."

Luo Yihang felt more and more guilty as he spoke. How could he not understand that this was also a medicinal herb?

Mr. Shi clapped his hands, stood up, glanced at Luo Yihang, and sighed, "Alas, what a waste."

Then he added, "It's a real blessing to be your friend."

Isn’t it? We only talked for a short while today, how many good things have we learned?

The older ones just share it among their relatives and friends.

Mr. Shi looked at the large patch of motherwort in front of him, sighed again, and returned to the car...

He does not mean that.

Taoist Master Cheng looked at Luo Yihang, then looked at his silly little disciple, sighed, and got into the car.

Luo Yihang stepped on the accelerator and the car arrived at the entrance of the platform.

Everyone got off the bus again.

You can't get in from the front. Outsiders must go through a procedure. Even if Luo Yihang brings them in person, it won't work.

As the saying goes, guests should follow the host's wishes. Mr. Shi and his friends had no objection, but after getting off the car, they were a little confused when they saw the scene in front of them.

Besides Uncle Li, Uncle Li has been here several times. There is a gap between the two mountains, blocked by a gate, and on both sides of the gate, tall and thick wire fences extend out and stretch into the mountains.

There are so many signs hanging on the door, including various academies of sciences, various research institutes, and doctoral programs of various universities.

Look, the minimum educational requirement is a PhD.

Bo Zhihong subconsciously shrank behind Yin Hao.

He was a poor student who only practiced martial arts, so he felt nervous when he saw these signs.

But I couldn't help but look over there.

Because there is a sentry box under the sign, in front of the sentry box, a man in green uniform is standing guard with a gun hanging on his body.

It looks like a real gun.

Look through the door.

There is a tall iron tower in the open space behind the gate.

There was a row of big characters written vertically: [Radar Monitoring Area].

As I was watching, a drone buzzed back and retracted itself into the cabin, while another drone flew out shortly after.

All of a sudden, the importance of this place became completely concrete.

What kind of secret unit is this in this deep mountain? Is it worthy of such tight security?
It's scary.

Seeing them like this, Luo Yihang felt childish and whispered, "We've had spies here before, so the security measures are a bit strict."

It was Bo Zhihong again. He suddenly withdrew his gaze from the gun and asked excitedly, "Is there really a spy? What kind of spy? Who sent him?"

He was grabbed by his master again.

Luo Yihang smiled but said nothing, looking very mysterious.

He walked to the door and called out, "Mr. Gonggong, are you on duty today?"

Looking in the direction where Luo Yihang was shouting, I saw a recliner in the shade inside the door. An old man was lying on it, holding a teapot in one hand and humming an opera.

The old man on the recliner, Grandpa Gonggong, heard the sound, stood up by the armrest of the chair, picked up his shoes, and walked out leisurely.

"Hangwazi is here."

Uncle Gonggong greeted everyone and then looked at everyone's faces.

Seeing Uncle Li nod slightly, Mr. Shi also nodded.

But when it came to Master Cheng, Uncle Gou's eyes fixed, he looked him up and down, then took a step forward and stood in front of Master Cheng.

He said, "Have you practiced the tricks, little kid? You practiced well, but you practiced crookedly."

Luo Yihang could sense the difference in Taoist Cheng, so naturally, Uncle Gou Gou could also notice it.

But Master Cheng was incomprehensible. His three sentences had no beginning or end.

He is almost seventy years old, and no one has called him "baby" for fifty or sixty years.

It sounds quite fresh at first.

Looking at the old man in front of me, he has a somewhat hunched figure, and his hair, beard, and even eyebrows are all snow-white. He looks very old, but not too old.

Taoist Master Cheng has a lot of life experience and knows that this is the aspect that only strong old people have. This old man must be at least ninety years old, so it is not wrong to call him "baby".

Then he looked down and noticed Uncle Gou Gou's thick knuckles.

Taoist Cheng subconsciously raised his breath, clasped his hands, and said politely, "Senior."

Uncle Gonggong didn't say anything. He took out a few small round pieces from his pocket and handed them over. "Here are the cards. Keep them with you."

Luo Yihang reached out and took it.

Uncle Gonggong took out the remote control and pressed it, and the gate opened to the left and right, clearing the passage.

The old man waved his hands, hummed a song with his hands behind his back, and returned to his recliner...

(End of this chapter)