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Seeing this scene, the brothers and sisters present looked at Han Li with a trace of sympathy. They shook their heads and gradually dispersed, and everyone's face was full of worry.

Shi Yue frowned, walked into the spiritual field quickly, and squatted down in front of a withered spiritual valley.

He picked up the withered spiritual valley and sniffed it a few times.

A fishy smell penetrated Shi Yue's nose, which made him frown.

He has been planting spiritual valleys for seven or eight years, but he has never smelled this kind of smell. He thought for a while, grabbed a handful of soil, and crushed it with a pinch. The spiritual energy inside was pitifully little.

"This strange disease can actually destroy the spiritual field?" Shi Yue's face sank, and he was shocked. His residence was not far from here. If the spiritual valley he planted was also infected with this strange disease, it would be all over.

Thinking of this, Shi Yue stood up quickly, looked at Han Li with some sympathy, and turned away.

Shi Yue returned to his own courtyard and carefully checked the spiritual valleys he had planted. Of course, after walking around the spiritual field, his face suddenly darkened.

The leaves of a spiritual valley were a little dull, and a hint of black appeared faintly.

If he remembered correctly, when he left just now, the leaves were still normal green. Now, after just a while, the color of the leaves has dimmed. If it takes longer, won’t the whole spiritual medicine wither?

He remembered what Han Li said before, that when a spiritual valley is sick, the spiritual valleys in the entire spiritual field will also become sick, and eventually wither and fall one by one.

This is definitely not what Shi Yue wants to see. After thinking about it, he decided to move the sick spiritual valley away.

He walked around the spiritual field several times and didn’t find any abnormalities, but he still couldn’t let go of his hanging heart. Han Li said that even if the sick spiritual valley was removed immediately, the other spiritual valleys would still fall down in batches.

Shi Yue rolled his eyes, turned around and left the courtyard, and flew back to Uncle Zhou's cave.

He spent an hour circling the three mu of water moon flowers, carefully checking the growth of each water moon flower. He was surprised to find that the petals of four or five water moon flowers were a little dull and looked a little black.

"Could it be that the water moon flowers have also been infected with this strange disease?" Shi Yue was shocked and frowned.

These three mu of water moon flowers are all fifty years old. Let alone three mu, even if one water moon flower withers, he can't afford it now. You know, no matter what kind of spiritual medicine, once it has been for decades, it will not be worth more than a dozen spirit stones.

According to Shi Yue's estimate, a fifty-year-old water moon flower requires at least twenty-five spirit stones.

One water moon flower is twenty-five spirit stones, how many spirit stones are three mu of water moon flowers worth?

Shi Yue had a headache when he thought of this.

He hurried into the basement and picked up the books on the wooden shelf to check, hoping to find a way to save it.

Two hours later, Shi Yue's eyes lit up. He saw a text record in an ancient book: Melanosis, an extremely serious disease, symptoms, leaves or petals turn black, and then from top to bottom, all turn black, emitting a fishy smell, no medicine can cure it, the only way is to harvest the spiritual medicine in advance to minimize the loss.

Shi Yue closed the book and frowned.

"No medicine? Harvest in advance?" Shi Yue smiled bitterly, his face full of worry.

If it is not harvested, this piece of Shuiyue Flower may die, but if it is harvested in advance, when Uncle Zhou comes back, he can't afford Uncle Zhou's anger.

Just when Shi Yue was thinking about what to do, a familiar voice came from outside the door:

"Junior Brother Shi, are you there? Come out quickly, I have something urgent to talk to you about."

"Uncle Murong? Why did Uncle Murong come to me at this time?" Shi Yue frowned when he heard it.

While thinking, Shi Yue still walked out of the basement quickly and opened the door.

"Junior Brother Shi, are you free today? Come with me quickly, something happened to my spiritual field." As soon as Murong Xiaoxiao saw Shi Yue, she couldn't wait to speak, her face a little panic.

"Something happened? What happened?" Shi Yue heard this and had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Let's talk about it on the way. Just come with me quickly. If it's a little later, I'm afraid all the spiritual medicines in my spiritual field will be gone." Murong Xiaoxiao said anxiously.

Shi Yue nodded, released the leaf magic weapon, and flew to her residence with Murong Xiaoxiao.

"This is what happened. A few days ago, the leaves and petals of the spiritual herbs in the spiritual field turned black. I immediately removed the black spiritual herbs. Who knew that after the spiritual field was moved, most of the spiritual herbs in the spiritual field turned black and emitted a fishy smell. I took a preliminary look and it seems that they are not pests. I don't know much about planting. I hope that Shi Shijie can take a good look and find out what went wrong." Murong Xiaoxiao walked side by side with Shi Yue and said word by word.

After hearing this, Shi Yue's face darkened. Sure enough, this strange disease also appeared in Uncle Murong's spiritual field. From what he said, the situation was very serious.

Not long after, Shi Yue and Murong Xiaoxiao came to her residence.

Most of the spiritual herbs in the spiritual field withered, and the air was filled with a fishy smell.

Shi Yue frowned, walked forward quickly, grabbed a handful of soil, and sniffed it.

A familiar and pungent smell rushed to his head, which made Shi Yue's heart sink immediately.

Before he came, he still had a fantasy. Now he saw the scene in front of him with his own eyes and smelled the familiar and pungent smell, and he understood everything.

Uncle Murong's spiritual medicine was indeed infected with the black disease, and the situation was much more serious than Han Li's.

"Junior Brother Shi, how is it? Is there any hope?" Seeing this, Murong Xiaoxiao's heart tightened and asked.

After hearing this, Shi Yue was about to answer truthfully, but at this moment, Xiaoyaozi's voice suddenly sounded:

"Boy, I have a way to cure these spiritual medicines, do you want my help?"

"Yes, of course." Shi Yue said subconsciously after hearing this.

"Junior Brother Shi, what do you want?" Murong Xiaoxiao blinked curiously after hearing this.

Shi Yue shook his head and said, "Nothing. I suddenly remembered that this disease seems to be recorded in a certain book, but I don't have it with me. Uncle Murong, can you take a look?"

"Go quickly and come back quickly. Don't make me wait too long." Murong Xiaoxiao frowned and urged.

"Disciple obeys." Shi Yue nodded and left with the flying tool.

"Senior Xiaoyaozi, do you really have a way to cure the spiritual medicine and spiritual valley with black disease?" As soon as he returned to Uncle Zhou's cave, Shi Yue couldn't wait to ask.

"Of course, I have seen all kinds of storms and waves, and I don't take black disease seriously. But I helped you this time, and there is only one last time left. You have to think about it carefully." Xiaoyaozi's voice was very flat.鈥斺��

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