Zhiyin said, "It's the weeds that the owner brought with him when he moved the flowers, and those flowers slowly died, but it didn't die." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

She really has the intention to plant flowers and flowers, and she has no intention of planting grass and grass. Lin Qianlan didn't know much about ordinary plants, and looked at it as a fern grass plant, with thin leaves and close leaf ordering.

It's not ugly.

Zhiyin's memory started from the floating hairpin falling to the Liuying realm, and the floating sound hairpin has its own laws in the growth of creatures in the world, there is no need for her to plant and raise, planting flowers is a new skill for Zhiyin, so Lin Qianlan does not have high requirements for her and the garden, "The grass is grass, it is better than the open space." ”

It's also nice to plant a green lawn.

Zhiyin was aroused, "The master will get some beautiful flower seeds and I'll try again." ”

"That's a good idea. I'll have some seeds to come in tomorrow when I have time. ”

Zhiyin happily went to weave her Dark Moon silk brocade.

Let a fairy treasure machine spirit raise flowers and weave cloth all day long, Lin Qianlan wondered if she was too bent to Zhiyin? Thinking about it again, she lived every day, either practicing, or eating, drinking and having fun after practicing, and there was really no big deal for Zhiyin to do.

After feeling at ease, Lin Qianlan sat on the ground and counted today's harvest.

Xiao Mo first poured out a green and red spirit fruit from its storage ring, "Big master, there are two kinds of spirit fruits I picked." ”

Lin Qianlan heard what Shenchen said, Xiao Mo was a spirit fruit that was picked after destroying a group of third-order demon insects.

Xiaomo reported good news to her, not mentioning that it was bitten by a demon insect and one of its claws was swollen.

Lin Qianlan was distressed and relieved, but it was a little unpleasant, reporting good news but not bad news, indicating that Xiaomo's immature mind began to grow, and maybe one day he would become mature.

The reason why it's not a taste is that she still likes to talk and be immature, and she is immature when she does things, and even the cute Xiaomo who is immature when she is angry, she really doesn't want it to grow up, she is willing to spoil it for a lifetime.

But she knows that Xiaomo's own ideas are important, it wants to grow up quickly and has the ability, what she can do as a master is to help it as much as she can.

"I love it. Xiaomo, you can keep half of it, it will be decided like this in the future, the spirit fruit you picked, keep half for yourself, give me half, is it like this, Xiaomo?"

Xiao Mo's head twisted on the back of Lin Qianlan's hand, dividing the spirit fruit into two piles, one large and one small, "The big master is so good." I want less, and the big master wants more. ”

The big pile accounted for eighty percent, and Xiao Mo himself left two percent.

In Lin Qianlan's eyes, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, there is nothing for Xiaomo not to love.

She put away the spirit fruit according to Xiaomo's distribution plan.

The two servants showed off their mother-son love again, in order to stop their eyes from being blinded, Teng Er rolled the insect ring and gave it to Lin Qianlan, "Boss, it's a group of fourth-order tourmaline spirit bees." ”

Teng Er's goal was achieved, and he successfully diverted Lin Qianlan's attention, "Is it the kind that can produce Bi Ling Pulp?"

Turquoise pulp is the honey of tourmaline spirit bees.

Among the bee demon insects, the tourmaline spirit bee is the rarest one, and the bijing spirit pulp it produces can not only increase cultivation, but also have the effect of calming the gods, and there is no limit, everyone can take it.

For example, Lin Qianlan was afraid that the foundation would be unstable and didn't want to speed up his cultivation, so he didn't take the spirit pill, but if he took Bi Ling Pulp, he didn't have this worry, because the biggest effect of Bi Ling Pulp was to stabilize the foundation, and when the foundation was stable, his cultivation would naturally grow steadily.

Lin Qianlan also heard that the taste of Biling Pulp is extremely sweet, and the taste of White Jade Bee Honey is good enough, but it can't be compared with Biling Pulp.

"That's it. ”

But although the biling pulp is good, the tourmaline spirit bee is not very easy to raise, she doesn't spend her time on beekeeping, right?

Planting flowers, beekeeping, how does Lin Qianlan feel that the style of painting is going to change abruptly, from cultivating immortals to changing the rhythm of farming......

In line with the principle of choosing the least trouble for himself when it is difficult to choose, Lin Qianlan put the insect ring aside.

The style of painting can't be changed, and she's going to go dark when she practices this way.

In order to correct the painting style, Lin Qianlan poured out all the things in the storage bag and storage ring that he got today.

Flying swords, bundled spirit ropes, magic robes, jade seals...... There are so many magic weapons!

Tonifying Pill, Nourishing Pill, Detoxification Pill...... There are also a lot of elixirs!

Stone, water, wood, bone...... A feast for the eyes!

"Big family!" Lin Qianlan sighed again.

More than the dozen or so storage bags she got yesterday.

There are two identity jade plates inside, which are obtained from two storage rings, and the words 'Su He' are written on them, "surname Su He?" is a relatively rare surname.

These two people come from a family of cultivators surnamed Su He, and judging from the wealth of the two storage rings, they are still a small cultivator family.

"Boss, carve Jane!" Teng Er pulled out a dragon-shaped carving.

Isn't that a carving?

Great stuff!

Lin Qianlan immediately probed the things recorded inside.

In the middle of the sound, Lin Qianlan put down the carving slip and said, "Teng Er, we are going to be in trouble again." ”

The carving slip records some trivial matters of an ancient sect of the god Zhenjun, focusing on the relevant matters related to his cultivation in the cave mansion in the abyss of divine death, including the specific location of the cave mansion he opened.

Coincidentally, it's in the North Chuan River.

Outside of the abyss of death, for monks, opening a cave is sometimes a matter of waving their hands, and the monks camp outside, for the sake of comfort and safety, many times they open a temporary cave, and never regard opening a cave as a difficult thing.

But this common thing in the outside world has become quite difficult in the abyss of the gods, and the monks easily dare not open a cave in the abyss of the gods.

Reiki turbulence is a reason, if you have poor eyesight and open the cave in an area that is prone to aura turbulence, it is equivalent to trapping yourself in a trap.

The prohibition is based on the operation of the aura, and the aura turbulence is together, and it is good that the ban does not work, but I am afraid that the ban has changed because of this, and it is not necessary to turn into a killing array.

If a monk encounters a turbulent flow of spiritual energy while cultivating, he will be injured at least or die at worst, and nothing good will happen.

This is not the most difficult, the aura turbulence has a certain regionality, just avoid the area with the aura turbulence.

The second difficulty of opening the cave is that there are too many poisonous insects and poisonous plants in the abyss of divine death, and some poisonous insects are so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, and there is no way to hide under the divine consciousness.

Poisonous plants are not so small, but some poisonous plants are all grown in the deep underground and are not easy to be found.

If the cave is not cleaned thoroughly, leaving one or two insect egg seeds, or bringing some from the outside world when entering and leaving the cave, it will cause poisonous insects to grow quietly in the cave, causing irreversible consequences.

These two are really trivial compared to the poison swamp.

The beneath of the Abyss of the Dead is not lava and cold veins, but a black river.