Chapter 53

ChuChu takes Tang Feng all the way to the deep garden.

Tang Feng's eyesight in the dark, can also see clearly, only about 30 meters in front of the location, there is a transparent dome glass house, which neatly placed flower racks, flowerpots and other things, flowerpots, full of green plants, budding, presumably during the day, will be competing with each other, but now it is night, the flowers are closed up.

It seems that the glass house is a flower house, and the clear goal is here.

As Tang Feng expected, he walked to the front of the flower house with a smile, opened the glass door, went in, took out a box of matches from a metal frame at the door, and lit several candlesticks on the flower frame and the large candlelight hanging from the roof.

Tang Feng couldn't help laughing. The decoration inside the flower house is of medieval style abroad. With a strong girlish feeling, it must be this delicate private territory.

ChuChu tilted his head and looked at Tang Feng with a smile. Seeing him looking around at the flower house, he was even more proud and said, "uncle, what do you think of here? This is the most beautiful place in the whole house. The flowers and plants here are all planted by me. Are they beautiful? It's much better than those dark rooms where my grandfather hasn't been popular for a long time. "

"Uncle?" Tang Feng looked at the little girl in front of him with a smile, "are you calling me?"

Though as like as two peas of a thousand years, their own appearance is just the same as that of the same year when they graduated. Where does he look like an uncle?

ChuChu still looks at Tang Feng with a smile. He looks very witty, but he doesn't answer.

Tang Feng deliberately raised his face, coughed and looked at her like water.

Under Tang Feng's almost severe eyes, ChuChu gradually became cramped, and the smile on his face converged. He was a little at a loss. He twisted his skirt with his fingers and said timidly, "is it hard for me to call you grandfather?"

Tang Feng almost vomited blood.

At this time, Zhang Qingyu finally, with the help of Zhang Zhenbei, ran all the way to catch up with him. Before he could breathe even, he said out of breath: "Chu, Chu, you child, you are so ridiculous. Why do you bring Mr. Tang to such a place? Here, where is the room? "

Zhang Zhenbei also frowned, echoed: "Mr. Tang said that people are forbidden to see, you bring him to such a glass greenhouse, all around is transparent, but also light up the lights, you can see from a long distance."

"There are curtains to close here." ChuChu quickly pointed around with his fingers.

Sure enough, all around the flower house, there are curtains to the ground. The light pink color is about to block the sunlight for the plants that avoid light. The curtain can block the glass wall of the whole flower house.

"Mr. Tang, I'm really sorry. Don't mind. They are all children. I'll take you to the back house. There are many suitable rooms there." Zhang Qingyu stares and apologizes to Tang Feng. He looks anxious and guilty for fear that Tang Feng will be angry.

"No, just here." Tang Feng waved his hand to stop Zhang Qingyu.

"Here, how can it work here..."

"It doesn't matter where you are. Put everything here and you can leave." Tang Feng interrupted Zhang Qingyu's words and said lightly.

When she heard the words clearly, she ran over and pressed the button switch on a glass wall. With her action, the curtains around moved slowly. After a while, they spread out and blocked all around. A light pink ceiling also appeared on the transparent dome.

It's really a combination of classical and modern. The room is like the middle ages. All the hands-on places are controlled by buttons. Tang Feng nodded admiringly.

Seeing the praise of Tang Fengmu Lu, ChuChu immediately got excited and said, "this is all my design, isn't it good?"

Seeing that ChuChu seemed to be talking and showing off, Zhang Qingyu glared at her again and said to Tang Feng, "Mr. Tang, do you need anything else? Such as fire, medicine pot... "

"No, just leave."

For Tang Feng's reply, Zhang Qingyu's face was a little surprised. He looked at the wooden boxes that were brought in by the bodyguards and placed on the free flower rack. He also looked at Tang Feng. He wanted to talk but stopped.

In Zhang Qingyu's concept, herbs should be made into medicines. But if there are no utensils and no stove, what does Tang Feng use to make medicines? Zhang Qingyu was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask Tang Feng too much. He could only nod his head: "OK, then we'll go first. If Mr. Tang needs help, just call and I'll come."

With that, Zhang Qingyu makes a gesture to other people, and the bodyguards immediately withdraw. Zhang Zhenbei is also busy supporting him. It seems that he still has something to say, but seeing Zhang Qingyu staring at her again, he quickly spits out his tongue, waves to Tang Feng, and goes out with Zhang Qingyu.

Don't need to see. Standing in the same place, Tang Feng can feel that the people around him are getting farther and farther away from him. After about ten minutes, there is no breath of other people around him.

Tang Feng took out the medicines he needed on the free ground in the flower house and put them in a circle about one meter in diameter according to the array of Huading skill of emperor Yaowang. He sat on his knees in the middle of the circle.

With the recitation of the pithy formula, the surrounding area of Tang Feng is surrounded by a circle of golden light, which is not strong. It seems that if there is no golden light, it will slowly expand and gradually wrap the circle of medicinal materials in it.

Most of the herbs have been dried in the air for a long time. But with the light, the dried herbs become rich and green. It seems that they have just been picked up with dew. However, after only a few seconds, the herbs begin to shrink rapidly, just like ice directly turns into air. The rise of herbs is full of green fog, It's like the medicinal materials turn into water mist.

All the fog of medicinal materials, guided by the golden light, blend with each other, around the Tang peak, slowly moving, gradually merging with the movement. Although the speed is very slow, with the rotation of that circle, we can see that the fog of medicinal materials condenses together again, becoming a green grain of the size of rice.

This particle seems to absorb the fog, in the constant rotation, gradually larger.

Before that, the fog formed by the herbs was completely absorbed, and the small particles had become a round one the size of pigeon eggs, green and shining, like a jade bead.

Tang Feng stretched out his hand, and the bead fell into the palm of Tang Feng's hand.