The next day, the sun was warm and the weather was clear. Wen Tian woke up in a whispering whisper. He rubbed his eyes and got up, opened the window and looked out. There were a row of flower pots placed under the window. New leaves grew in the plants in the pots overnight.

After he came back, he had never completely relaxed. Instead, he forgot about his strange ability and lay on the window listening to the bale of bald plants.

“It’s so good today.”

"It's just that the soil is a little dry, and my leaves are not smooth."

Another young voice complained: "I would have liked to go to the garden in front. We have been in this small pot for a few years, and we can't even turn over."

"Yes, yes, this small place is so crowded. I haven't bloomed well in two years."

Maybe he just woke up and said a lot of flowers and plants. Wen Tian observed that most of these plants seemed to be taciturn, and a few people like to chat and talk.

He stretched his waist, lay lazily on the window, and said to the plants below: "Then I'll switch you to the garden in front."

“…”

The plant was discussing warmly below and suddenly became quiet, and only the newly grown tender leaves swayed gently in the breeze.

Wen Tian smacked his lips, why are they all so brave?

He put on his coat and asked Daifu to come in.

"Young Master, get up." Dai Fu came in with his toiletries and served him to dress.

Wen Tian didn't ask him to help, and pointed at the plants outside the window while putting on his own clothes. "You asked someone to change the pots of flowers under the window into the garden."

Dai Fu walked over and looked at it, and said strangely: "These pots are all not growing well, so Uncle Wang placed them under the window."

Wen Tian smiled, "If you change the place, you might look better."

"Okay, then I'll ask Uncle Wang to do it." Dai Fu said, about to see Wen Tian's feet and carefully disassembled the gauze, but saw that the place where the blister had been broken, and the exposed wound had grown pink new flesh.

"Young Master, this injury medicine is really useful. Your feet are mostly healed." Dai Fu said in surprise.

Wen Tian looked in surprise and found that it had indeed healed. The newly grown meat was slightly darker pink. He moved his toes and tried to step on the ground, but it didn't hurt anymore.

"It's really good." Wen Tian realized it later, and it seemed that all the injuries were healed very quickly.

He looked at his hands and thought of the strange ability to understand the speech of plants. Maybe the injury will be related to this. He stood up and walked two steps, and Wen Tian laughed. No matter what, it was a good thing for him.

After putting on his clothes and washing up, Wen Tian went to the yard.

Chu Xiangtian was punching in the yard. He was wearing a loose robe, his cuffs and trousers were tied tightly, and every movement was full of strength. Wen Tian approached and could even feel the strong evil spirit on his body.

He had never seen such a person with a spirit of the world, just like the heroes who could fly over the eaves and walls in the script.

Without making any noise to disturb him, Wen Tian walked down in the pavilion next to him, holding his chin to watch him punch, but he didn't expect Chu Xiangtian to suddenly stop his movements and walked towards him.

"Why don't you fight?" He hasn't seen enough yet.

Chu Xiangtian walked up to him and leaned over to look at him slightly, "Has healed?"

Wen Tian had not completely reversed his bad impression of him, so he was a little uncomfortable with his original familiarity and replied awkwardly: "Okay."

This family, on the surface, was covered with the skin of a noble scholar, and did everything behind their backs, but every thing they did was shameful.
Chapter completed!