After Hundreds of Years of Farming, My Waste Medicine Garden Has Become a Holy Place

[Not a cool novel + ordinary daily life + relaxed and humorous + no heroine + no knife + King Gou] Be cautious when entering this pit. Others practice immortality and fight for their lives against heaven; I cultivate immortality and only want to live forever. Just be a happy gardener. A ruined garden at the beginning, a stroke, a favor. I was fishing in the garden, while he was beating people to death outside the door. The weeds I planted grew into enlightenment tea; the pets I raised were cubs of ancient mythical beasts. When the aftermath of the war between immortals and demons was about to destroy the sect, I had no choice but to say softly to the door: "Martial arts are prohibited in this garden."