C33 Insect Catastrophe Eliminated
C33 Insect Catastrophe Eliminated
Feng Yimo quickly reached out to support Feng Xintao. "Uncle, you can't. You are an elder. Calling Yimo like this will kill me. Don't you want me to lose my life? Just call me Yimo from now on."
Feng Xintao was stunned. How could the direct relatives of the Feng Family be so modest and kind? Every one of them had their eyes on their foreheads. This was the first time he had been treated so politely. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
Feng Xinping, who was following behind Feng Yimo, said, "Young Master Cousin does not like the formalities. There is no need for formalities in the future. This time, we are here to see you.
"Xin Ping, let me tell you. Uncle, I want to ask you if there is a type of tree called Snake Fragrance Wood in the mountains behind us." In order to show his courtesy, Feng Yimo decided to ask for advice personally. He interrupted Feng Xinping and asked Feng Xintao.
"Snake Fragrance Wood?" Feng Xintao looked confused. "I have never heard of such trees."
Feng Yimo was a little disappointed. Was there no Snake Fragrance Wood in this mountain? Perhaps Feng Xintao did not know what Snake Fragrance Wood was, so he asked again, "So which part of the mountain has more snakes and insects?"
"The place with the most snakes and insects, of course it is Snake Valley. Where there are tens of thousands of snakes, even tigers, boars and other large animals don't dare to go there. Young Master Xie, Yimo, don't tell me you want to go to Snake Valley?" Feng Xintao asked with a shocked expression.
Feng Yimo smiled. He didn't say he wanted to go, nor did he say he couldn't. After thanking him, he left with Feng Xinping.
...
Feng Jihui stood on the ridge of the herbal field with his hands behind his back, and beside him stood Feng Lu, who looked low and pleasing to the eye. His face was full of shame. There were dozens of disciples in the herbal field who were using pickaxes to catch the bugs, but there were simply too many of them. There was no way to catch them. Tens of thousands of Fuling Grass had died. If this continued, it would not be long before more than 300 acres of Fuling Grass would go extinct. This loss would be great.
"Wind Dew, I'll give you three days. Can you kill all the moles in three days?" Feng Jihui asked.
"This..." Wind Dew looked troubled. "I can't guarantee that all the bugs are hidden underground. In order to protect the herbal field from damage, we can't use poison, so we can only capture them manually. It won't be fast. Besides, the bugs reproduce fast. They can break out of the cocoon in three days. I... "
Feng Jihui understood what his son meant. Three days later, the number of bugs would double. At that time, tens of thousands of bugs would eat wantonly, and hundreds of acres of herbal field would be cut off. At least thousands of low-grade spirit stones would be lost. What should he do?
At this time, Herb farmer Feng Qishaan staggered over and bowed to Feng Jihui. "Greetings, master."
Feng Jihui reached out his hand to help, "Qishan, you have been taking care of the fields for decades and have a lot of experience. Is there no good way to deal with the bugs?"
Feng Qishaan smiled bitterly. "This is the first time in years that this old servant has encountered such a fierce insect disaster. I did not expect it to happen because I have never seen it before. I do not have much experience in this field. Please forgive me, master."
Feng Jihui waved his hand and said, This is a natural disaster. It has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself. Go and do your work. " There was still a sense of tolerance in this.
"Family Head, there is something that this old servant doesn't know whether to say or not." Feng Qishaan hesitated for a moment but did not back down. Instead, he cupped his fists and said.
"Oh, just say whatever you want." Feng Jihui looked at Feng Qishaan in surprise. This herbalist had always been a quiet person. Why did he talk so much today?
"When Young Master Cousin came to the herbal field that day, I chatted with him. He seemed to be very interested in the herbal field. He seemed to be thinking about something when I talked about the bugs. Maybe Young Master Cousin could find a way to eliminate the bugs."
"Hmm?" Feng Jihui asked. Feng Jihui stared at Feng Qishaan in disbelief. He wanted to see what was going on, but Feng Qishaan's eyes were clear. After a while, he said, "I know. You can go now."
"Yes!"
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After returning to the Feng Family, Feng Jihui immediately called for someone to look for Feng Yimo. The servant returned to report that Young Master Cousin had been with Feng Xinping for two days. He didn't know what he had been doing. Feng Jihui was slightly angry. He was just a mortal, and he wasn't afraid of danger when he brought a disciple of the second level of Qi Refinement with him. If something happened to him, how would he explain it to his dead daughter?
The next day, Feng Yimo was still nowhere to be seen. Feng Jihui was even more furious. He had gone out for more than three days, and when he came back, he would be punished by the family law. Until the third day. On the third day, the people below reported that Young Master Cousin had returned and went straight to the herbal field. Feng Jihui came to the herbal field in a hurry with anger. He saw dozens of disciples standing on the ridge of the field, discussing animatedly. They were not trying to catch the bug. He could not help but be furious. "What are you guys doing?"
When the disciples saw that the patriarch had come, they bowed and pointed to the herbal field. "Patriarch, please take a look!"
Feng Jihui looked in the middle of the herbal field and saw Feng Yimo sitting in the middle of the herbal field. Behind him was a ten feet tall reddish-brown wooden stick. A faint fragrance was emitted from it. Moth worms crawled out of the soil and crawled towards Feng Yimo. However, before they could reach Feng Yimo, they all turned into thick liquid and died. It turned out that there were more than a hundred palm-sized white butterflies circling above Feng Yimo's head. Their wings flapped, and silver powder fell like snow powder. The bugs would melt as soon as they touched the powder, but they still kept rushing over like moths darting into a flame. It was because of the fragrance of the stick!
Good idea, good idea, wait for work with ease! Feng Jihui praised.
"Feng Xinping, come here and tell me what happened in the past few days." Feng Jihui saw Feng Xinping in the distance and greeted him.
Feng Xinping quickly ran over and told him what had happened. There was a look of fear on his face.
It turned out that Feng Yimo had asked Feng Xintao where the snake insects were the most. Feng Xintao said it was the snake valley, so Feng Yimo brought Feng Xintao to the deep mountains to look for the location of the snake valley.
The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on. The two of them had been searching all the way and had suffered a lot. For some reason, there were more snakes and rats in the mountains. Green grass snakes kept crawling in and out of the grass. The ants were the size of a thumb. The two of them carefully moved forward, trying not to provoke the snakes and insects. It wasn't because they were afraid, but because they didn't want to cause trouble.
After asking around, Snake Valley was located. Over 50 kilometers away from Maple Leaf Town, in the vicinity of Green Peak Gorge, the two of them moved swiftly all the way until they arrived at a lofty mountain range. There were few people here, and they hadn't seen a single person for a long time. After advancing to the third level of Qi Refinement, Feng Yimo's Divine Sense was able to detect five kilometers away. It was all thanks to his formidable Divine Sense that he dodged the nest of two demon beasts. Even though it was a grade one demon beast, it wouldn't let it go easily if it was provoked.
Feng Xinping had a bitter expression. He didn't understand what Young Master Cousin wanted to do, and he wanted to open his mouth and persuade Feng Yimo to leave a few times. However, when he saw Feng Yimo's serious expression as he hurried on, he still restrained himself. He was a mortal, and he was a cultivator. Could it be that he was inferior to a mortal?