Chapter 283: Still Saying No? [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

"From what you said, it seems that Daoyuan Guo forced you to do this?" Taoist Feng stared at Liang Yue, his eyes still unfriendly.

The Xiudao Forest is extremely important to the Qingyang Dao Palace. As long as this forest is here, the disciples of the Dao Palace will have a chance to sublimate their true energy and improve their strength. If a genius can comprehend the Hundred Years Dao Fate Fruit, the benefits will be even more significant.

Although the number of Daoyuan fruits in the Xiudao Forest is much higher than that of the Dao Palace disciples who have the opportunity to enter here, the excess Daoyuan fruits will not fall and rot after autumn. Daoyuan fruits that are several decades old can be upgraded to hundreds of years old, and hundreds of years old can be upgraded to thousands of years old. As long as they are carefully nurtured, sooner or later the whole forest will be full of vitality, and the Dao Palace will prosper.

Liang Yue's trip directly led away most of the Daoyuan Fruit. It would take at least several hundred years for the Dao Forest to recover its vitality. During these hundreds of years, the threshold for Dao Palace disciples to enter this forest must be raised, which has far-reaching impacts.

"Alas." Liang Yue sighed, "I only comprehended a hint of the Dao rhyme, and the rest of the Dao rhyme rushed towards me, and I couldn't stop it. Senior Feng, I only want the one I comprehended at the beginning, I don't want the rest."

The other young people around felt even more strange after hearing this.

When they comprehend the rhyme of Tao, they are like silly boys begging girls, trying to make do with them, and only in the end can they get one back.

How come when Liang Yue goes to that station, there are a lot of Daoyuan Fruits flying towards him?
This is something you simply cannot think about.

The more I think about it, the worse I feel.

"Do you think I don't want to?" Taoist Feng said unhappily, "But Daoyuan Fruits all recognize their owners, although usually only one will fall... In short, as long as the Daoyuan Fruit falls, it is useless for anyone else to take it except you."

"This..." Liang Yue heard this, his face full of guilt, "What should I do? I never thought I would get into such a big mess and cause the Dao Palace to suffer such a loss."

"I haven't thought about it." Taoist Feng sighed, "Otherwise I would have been watching you in the woods."

Not only he didn't expect it, no one else could have expected it.

After all, for so many years each person had one Daoyuan Fruit, but when it came to Liang Yue, it suddenly became enough to have three palaces and six courtyards, which was truly beyond imagination.

At this time, Taoist Tianfu, who had been observing for a long time, stepped forward and said, "Don't worry about it. Since the Daoyuan Fruits fell at the same time, it means they chose little friend Liang Yue. This is his chance. I have said before that entering this forest depends entirely on luck. It is also our blessing that Jiuzhou has such an extraordinary person."

"This is my master, the Taoist priest Tianfu, who has the highest seniority in the Taoist palace." Taoist Feng introduced.

All the youngsters saluted in unison.

They had all heard of the name of this old senior Daogong to some extent.

Especially the disciples of Xuanmen, they all have an impression. Not to mention the distant past, let's talk about the recent past. When Wen Yifan was hit by the Seven Emotions Curse last time, it was this old Deng who took the opportunity to ask her to join the Dao Palace.

Taoist Tianfu looked at Wen Yifan with a smile on his face. "You look 70% like your mother. I remember the last time I saw Sister Wen was over a hundred years ago."

Wen Yifan nodded slightly. She didn't know much about the affairs of the older generation.

Liang Yue beside him moved slightly. He had heard before that Senior Sister Wen seemed to have slept in the peach blossoms for a hundred years before she grew up due to some reasons. At that time, he also thought, if that was the case, would Senior Sister Wen be more than a hundred years old?

But on second thought, since she was able to participate in the battle to capture the city, it means that her age must not be a problem.

That hundred years should not be counted in the age.

And even if we take a step back, she is beautiful and capable, so what if she is over a hundred years old?
After saying hello, Taoist Tianfu instructed Taoist Feng: "Tell them how to eat Daoyuan Fruit and let them hurry up to refine it. After that, they have to set off for Jilei Temple. There are many rules over there, and it's not as easy to talk to as here. Let them go there in advance to get used to it."

Hearing this, everyone became worried again.

They had heard about the strict rules of Jilei Temple. Especially the abbot of the temple, Han Longxiang, a big man at the top of the Tongtian Ranking, who had beaten up a group of gods. Compared with Qingyang Dao Palace, he was indeed more intimidating.

... Taoist Feng responded, then turned around and said, "Okay, then pick up your Daoyuan Fruits, and I will teach you how to eat them and how to refine them."

After that, he looked at Liang Yue, who was standing in front of a pile of Daoyuan fruits like a fruit farmer, and said, "Just pick up one."

Just now, he was so shocked by the number that he almost forgot that this kid had taken away the only thousand-year-old Daoyuan Fruit. Thinking of this, Taoist Feng couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Originally he wanted to pursue the matter further and ask Xuanmen to make up for it, but his master suddenly came forward and told him not to pursue the matter, so Taoist Feng had to give up.

Maybe he has other plans.

Everyone picked up the Daoyuan fruit that was covered with spikes and shaped like an irregular circle. Monk Yuansheng smiled and said, "This thing looks like a durian."

"How dare you." Taoist Feng frowned and shouted angrily, "Daoyuan Fruit is a branch of immortal seeds that our Taoist ancestors went to Mangcang Mountain three times to obtain from the ancient dragon clan! How can it be compared with those worldly fruits? You are simply disrespecting the merits of our ancestors by saying this."

Monk Yuansheng's face turned stern, and he said, "I'm sorry, I was rude."

"Just be careful next time." Taoist Feng didn't say much, and continued: "The branch of the immortal species such as Daoyuan Fruit has its own unique way of eating. I will teach you now, so listen carefully."

Everyone listened to him seriously.

Taoist Feng pointed to the skin of a Daoyuan fruit and said, "Use a sharp object to cut along the crack of the skin. Don't cut too deep to avoid damaging the flesh. Insert it a little, twist it outwards, and pry open the shell."

"Isn't this still the same as durian?" Monk Yuansheng was puzzled.

"Huh?" Taoist Feng immediately glared at him fiercely.

"No, no, no, it must be different inside." Monk Yuansheng quickly covered his mouth again.

"Of course they are different." Taoist Feng said, "The flesh inside the Daoyuan fruit is divided into cells. It takes decades to grow a cell, so a Daoyuan fruit that is several decades old has at most three or four cells. A Daoyuan fruit that is hundreds of years old may have at most six cells. If there are more, it will be difficult to grow, approaching the thousand-year period... As for how many cells a thousand-year Daoyuan fruit has, I don't know."

"..."Everyone was silent for a moment and looked at each other.

After a moment, everyone couldn't hold it anymore and said in unison: "Isn't this a durian?"

"It's true that Sixth Room has a lot of meat."

“There is no difference…”

"How outrageous! It's more than outrageous, it's simply outrageous!" Taoist Feng stamped his feet and shouted, "Do you know how much effort the ancestors of the Taoist Palace put in to cultivate this branch of the immortal species? They worked day and night, exhausting their blood and sweat to leave this precious spiritual plant for future generations of disciples. Your words are so frivolous, it is a blasphemy to it!"

He shouted for a long time, until everyone was afraid to speak anymore, and then they fell silent.

With a dignified look, Taoist Feng said, "Alright, it's good that you know your mistakes. Open your own Daoyuan fruit and take out the flesh first."

Everyone tried to open the pulp, and the smell was a bit unpleasant.

Wen Yifan wrinkled his nose slightly, "Why is it smelly?"

Taoist Feng answered casually: "It smells bad, but tastes sweet."

Everyone shouted in unison: "You're still saying no?!"

(End of this chapter)