Chapter 97: Herbicide

Due to a certain grass spirit's knowledge of current affairs, Zhang Daochang finally spent money at the shopkeeper with a special discount for two people in one room, and then went upstairs with the grass lying on his chest.
The room they were arranged was on the second floor. Walking through the wooden staircase, Zhang Hansheng arrived at the guest room.
The little Er who led the way greeted him with a smile, and left first after ordering many things.
"Later, the younger ones will bring up the guest officer's food, please wait for some time."
Zhang Hansheng nodded, then took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed to practice. He closed his eyes, his expression was relaxed, his breathing was even, even the arc of his chest was not large.
The room fell silent for a while. He didn't speak like this, and Shen Fengyue didn't dare to move anymore, her roots were stiff, and she didn't dare to move when she lay on it.
With this, Xiao Honghua moved slightly in a daze.
The monk had a keen sense of body, and Zhang Hansheng knew everything about the grass spirits. He noticed that the other party was feeling sleepy, and even two leaves were drooping down. Zhang Hansheng let go of his breath and be sure to reduce the frequency of fluctuations in his chest. To the lowest.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly and went into meditation.
One person, one grass, is a rare harmony in atmosphere. The sunlight came in through the half-open window, and a golden light gently sprinkled on the green plant. Its leaves trembled slightly, and the shaking was filled with the fine starlight bestowed by the sun.
But this calmness did not last long, and was broken by Xiaoer. The shop Xiaoer brought the food into the door, put them on the dining table and said that he would come to fetch them later, and then hurried out again, looking like something urgent.
Zhang Hansheng noticed that the moment he entered the door, the shop Xiaoer made too much noise, fearing that he would wake up Xiaocaojing. Thinking about this, he couldn't help but subconsciously glance at the grass that was obediently clinging to his chest.
Sure enough, the leaves of the grass moved, and the roots stretched. Finally, the small red flowers bloomed and closed. I saw the flower bloom suddenly, and a voice came from it: "Um...Dao Chang!" The sound behind it was extremely loud, and it seemed that he was completely awake.
Zhang Hansheng helped his forehead, oh, Xiaocao woke up, and his ears became restless.
He hummed, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and sat down at the table to eat.
The little grass spirit on his chest was dancing with its roots and crawling around his chest, protruding a leaf from time to time, pointing to the food in front of him.
"Dao Chang Dao Chang!"
"Zhang Daochang, Zhang Daochang, is this meal delicious?" Shen Fengyue is no longer human, and I don't know if the herb can be eaten by mortals, so I have to look at and smell it. As he said, he couldn't help swallowing, and wanted to eat QAQ.
Zhang Hansheng's taste is very elegant, even if the bowls and chopsticks meet, there will be no sound. He divides each bite of rice into even sizes, and then feeds them bite by bite, and in the meantime, he eats one or two dishes.
"Dao Zhang, Dao Zhang, didn't you monks have not eaten food anymore? Why are you still eating? Will eating be bad for your health?" Seeing others eating, he will treat him as if he is eating. Shen Fengyue gives full play to the optimistic pie Spirit, crawling on Zhang Hansheng's chest is not honest.
"Dao Zhang."
"The Dao is so big, you just said a word or two to me."
Shen Fengyue was wrong with people, and he would have different ways of coping with different people. For example, with cold ice like Zhang Hansheng, he likes to tease him and tease him, chirping like a magpie.
The porcelain bowl was suddenly put down by the owner, and it was buckled on the tabletop with a slight noise. Shen Fengyue was so frightened that she hurriedly silenced, and then cautiously asked, "Daoist?"
"Eat without talking and sleeping." Zhang Hansheng said solemnly.
"Oh." Seeing the other party's slightly frowning brows, Shen Fengyueguan would look at people's faces, and immediately stopped being a demon, instantly became honest, and stood motionless in front of him.
He thought Zhang Hansheng was annoying him, but in the next second, a slender white finger touched the edge of the dinner plate with some oil and then clicked on his verdant leaf.
The aroma of the food instantly spread through the leaves to his body, and Shen Fengyue was stunned.
"Tao, Dao Chief?"
Zhang Hansheng picked up the bowl again, and said lightly, "Now I know how it tastes."
As soon as he explained, Shen Fengyue knew what he was doing just now. He actually used his actions to answer the question he asked earlier. He waved the leaves, and the taste was really good.
After successfully teaching people to speak, Xiao Cao Jing became lawless, and Zhang Hansheng was harassed by the other party before he took a few mouthfuls.
"Master Dao, what is your name?"
This time, the question was his first name and last name.
Zhang Hansheng didn't want to talk to him, so he ate his own meal. But he ignored it, and the other party jumped higher instead, calling for the Lord.
Like a little bee, Zhang Hansheng was impatient and despised him for being noisy. He stretched out his hand to grab the little grass spirit crawling around on his chest and was about to put it aside.
Unexpectedly, when he just grabbed it, he heard Xiaocaojing jumping suddenly: "Ah! Where are you grabbing?!" At the same time, the leaves were red and hot, and there were faint signs of burning.
The hot body temperature reminded Zhang Hansheng. He thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered the folklore that some parts of the prototype of the plant elves cannot be grabbed, such as the position he grabbed at the moment...
He looked at the place he was holding, still stunned, without reacting. The grass spirit struggled in the palm of his hand and kicked him with his slender roots, but it didn't help.
Shen Fengyue's key point was caught, and his face flushed to the point of exploding, he slammed Zhang Hansheng with his root legs.
Why do you not change back to human form to resist? Shen Fengyue was about to cry, wouldn't it be more embarrassing to change back into a human form?
"Ahhhhh, stinky rascal, let go!!!!!!"
"Eh oh oh oh oh! -"
The grass essence in his hand struggled more and more fiercely. Zhang Hansheng, who had a very long reflection arc on this matter, finally realized something and put the grass essence down like a hot hand. Then there was no silver three hundred taels in this place, turning his face away, his cheeks flew red, and he apologized to Shen Fengyue, half embarrassed and half stuck.
Shen Fengyue was put down, and the force exerted on his body suddenly disappeared. He was lying on the table with a broken face, feeling that his soul was about to rise.
The little Caojing is so pitiful.
Zhang Hansheng had been sneaking at him. Seeing him like this at the moment, he couldn't help turning his face around, then stretched out a finger and put light pressure on it, carefully poking it on one of his leaves.
"Little grass essence?"
Shen Fengyue was poked at the hair by him, and a root slammed at his finger, and the little red flower turned around, facing him, so angry that even the petals were trembling.
"You still poke me! Don't touch me!"
The thin roots hit the fingers, and there was no pain at all, but Zhang Hansheng obediently retracted the dishonest fingers, and said, "I'm sorry."
Shen Fengyue hummed heavily, Hua Hua turned back, and lay on the table again to shut herself.
After such an experience, Zhang Hansheng didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so he had to pick up the bowl and continue to eat. By the way, he quietly moved a few steps away from him by taking advantage of the little grass spirit without paying attention.
Shen Fengyue was still talking about it. After waiting for a long time, she found that there was no movement behind her, and she turned half of the flowers to take a peek.
Oh, this look makes me feel angry. Went to dinner with someone!
"You don't care about me? You don't know how to coax me when you see me angry?" he angered.
Zhang Hansheng heard this, after chewing the rice ball in his mouth and swallowing it, he fixedly looked at Shen Fengyue and said, "I'm sorry."
"..."
Okay, Shen Fengyue can't do anything with this dull wood.
He thought for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, and changed the topic: "You are rude to me. It's useless to apologize, you must come up with something practical to compensate me."
"What do you want?" Zhang Daochang didn't lift his eyelids.
Shen Fengyue said: "You must tell me your name."
He thought about it, no matter what the other party said, he would humiliate the other party severely, saying that his name was ugly, and then add some interpretations on his own terms.
"Zhang Hansheng."
Well, this name is so difficult... Uh, it's so nice.
Zhang Hansheng just finished his meal after answering his question. He would not eat for that long in normal days, but with Shen Fengyue's participation and interruption, this meal rarely took him so long.
"..."
After eating, he laid aside the dishes and chopsticks. Then she heard Shen Fengyue complaining on the side: "Why don't you ask what my name is?"
Zhang Hansheng knew that if he didn't follow his words, this little guy would have been pestering him, so he followed his words and asked, "What's your name?"
Shen Fengyue sold a pass: "My last name is Shen, first name..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was cut off. Zhang Hansheng blurted out subconsciously, so fast that he didn't even react: "Sink grass?"
Shen Fengyue: "..."
After speaking, Zhang Hansheng realized what he had just said. Then suddenly the whole person couldn't smile, and the cold face was suddenly covered with joy, the corners of the eyes and the eyebrows.
He laughed out loud, but the usually cool and waveless sound ray appeared at this time, like when a glacier burst, the water flow below it started to flow again.
"..." Shen Fengyue was speechless, is this the legendary laugh? He really didn't feel the smile of the three words "Shen Cao Cao".
Zhang Hansheng laughed very much, and then said sorry to him again after he finished laughing.
Shen Fengyue was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned away, but it also allowed the straight steel man, the innocent person, and Dao Chang Zhang to be temporarily cleaned.
After a while, the shop Xiaoer came up to collect the tableware.
Shen Fengyue was still trembling unilaterally with Zhang Hansheng, but the latter knew nothing.
The sky gradually dimmed, the night came, the moon rose directly above, and the bright light radiated the earth. There happened to be an area over the window sill that was shrouded by Yuehua, and Shen Fengyue called Zhang Hansheng: "Daochang Zhang, can you please move me under the window sill, I want to bask in the moon."
Zhang Hansheng walked in front of it following the sound, but made a moment of difficulty. This...Where should I catch it? He didn't dare to start rashly, and he was afraid that he would catch something that shouldn't be caught again, causing embarrassment on both sides.
His hesitation reminded Shen Fengyue of his bad skills, and he lifted up a few roots like alms: "I allow you to grab my roots."
The roots are the feet, I allow you to grab my jiojio.
Zhang Hansheng hummed, and then gently grabbed Shen Fengyue’s roots, and was warned by Xiao Cao Jing: "Be gentle, don’t cut it off for me, otherwise I won’t let it go even if I am lame. your."
He grabbed the roots and put Shen Fengyue under the window sill. After thinking about it, he felt uncomfortable. He took out a small square handkerchief from his bag and placed it under Shen Fengyue, fearing that he would catch a cold. After doing this, he went to bed cross-legged to practice.
Under the windowsill, a green plant stretched out to welcome the essence of the moon. It glowed with hazy green brilliance, intertwined with the blue and white of Yuehua, and occasionally bright spots of light bounced on it.
Yuehua is a great tonic for spirits. After being illuminated by Yuehua, even the green leaves and red flowers are full of energy.
But Shen Fengyue was desperate inside, because after the first practice, he discovered that he was actually an auxiliary therapy department!
Looking at the system again, I was even more desperate. What should the two nurses do in this strange world.
The system seemed to perceive his thoughts, and started shooting the case: "Why, look down on us as an auxiliary nurse? With a chest shake, milk is everywhere, and I am kind to you. You are now a giant nurse with enough milk. How is it?!"
Shen Fengyue: "..." Yes, there is a lot of milk, and just adding blood to yourself will consume the other party's blood.
He sighed, alas, it's hard to be a nanny.