On the purple-black leaf surface, small lines extend from the edge of the leaf surface to the veins, and then gradually fade away, showing a dull silver-white. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I don't know if it was already there, or if Su Guyi didn't notice it in advance.

Could it be that something went wrong when it rained? Su Guyi thought carefully that the tricks she had just made were all recorded in the booklet, and there could be no mistake.

In this way, she was a little relieved, and began to cast spells again.

Casting a spell for an acre of medicinal field is not as simple as imagined, it takes longer to give birth than rain, and it consumes more spiritual energy, she just pinched out the magic trick, and the spiritual power in the dantian was sucked away by the spiritual grass and dried up at a very fast speed.

Holding back the feeling of hidden swelling in the dantian, it was not until she completed a birth promotion technique that the dantian aura was completely exhausted, she took a breath and shook her head: "Such a large piece of spiritual grass, it is enough to serve it once, if you really come six times according to your words, you have to squeeze me into a man." ”

Qin Qing couldn't help but laugh, this description was really ......

"That's right, although you can earn more gold beads here, it will also take a lot of effort, otherwise, how could there be so many senior brothers and sisters who would rather set up a stall in Guanyuntai than come?" Qin Qing blinked.

Hearing this, Su Guyi raised her eyes and looked at her with a smile, and said, "Aren't you one of so many people. ”

Qin Yi only sighed: "So, one day, I will also strive to become an ordinary disciple, or ......" She said with a sluggish voice, opened her mouth, but did not continue, just looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, surrounded by the immortal clouds, which was the cave mansion of the elders in the door.

Or, maybe it's a disciple in the room.

Su Guyi turned her head and said in her heart.

Just for the spiritual resources needed for cultivation, these named disciples don't know how much time they waste on trivial matters compared to ordinary disciples and even disciples who have entered the room, so that the cultivation effort will naturally be less, and the gap between the two will only be even greater.

All day, Su Guyi spent the whole day in cultivating spirit grass, and when the sunset was all over the place, the last birth promotion technique was also just over.

Every time the dantian is empty, she has to spend two quarters of an hour meditating and pranayama to gradually fill the aura, which is not without benefits, repeated consumption and absorption, so that the spiritual power in her dantian is more stable.

After a day of cultivation, the leaves have faded from purple-black to deep purple and are ripe and ready to be harvested in just one more day.

In addition, the silver lines on the leaves are clearly difficult to ignore, which makes the appearance of Zixian Shi deviate from the drawing in the booklet.

She stared at it carefully for a long time, and this look, she found more and more that the lines became more and more familiar.

Su Guyi's eyes were deep, and she stretched out her hand towards the brocade bag and felt out the jade inside. The texture of the jade was cold and shiny, and this time, she was no longer as reckless as she had been at the beginning.

True qi flowed down her onion-like hand, slowly and slowly injected into the jade, and the blue light in the jade shimmered, only to see the characters in it from shallow to deep, dazzling.

Really!

The lines on the purple fairy are particularly similar to the patterns of the characters, as if they come from the same source.

Su Guyi couldn't help but ponder......

It has been a few days since the punishment entered the back mountain to cultivate spiritual grass, and the west of Guanyuntai has opened a dojo, and countless registered disciples have flocked to listen to the sermon, Su Guyi looked at it from a distance, Fu Chuanshu was wearing a bamboo-colored robe, plain clothes and a calm appearance, in front of the disciples, it seemed to stand out from the crowd.

A cultivator, with a cultivation like him, can be looked up to by others.

Su Guyi swept the faces full of admiration behind her, glanced at Fu Chuanshu again, and thought of Chen Ruyue, who was scared of Chen Ruyue, who had no power to resist because of the few words that that the person only understated, and even a single action, there were waves surging in her heart.

She turned around suddenly, leaving all the faces behind.

Xianlin Yuan is only separated by a peak in Guanyuntai, there is no overpass in the middle, and there is no mountain road that can be walked.

A small paper crane with an ordinary form, pinched by Su Guyi at her fingertips, she played a trick with one hand, and pointed towards the paper crane, the paper crane suddenly seemed to come to life, spread its wings and flew out of her hand, and it rose in the wind, and it became a lively flying crane in the blink of an eye.

Feihe is covered in snow-white feathers, except for his eyes, he almost looks like a real fairy bird, the power of immortal law, it is simply wonderful!

She sighed in her heart, jumped on Feihe's back without ambiguity, and silently thought in her heart, Feihe spread its wings, and with a slight pull, it floated up from the ground and flew towards the peak where Xianlin Garden was located.

High on the peak, an elegant cottage sits quietly. In the midst of the singing of birds and flowers, one or two small conversations came from the courtyard, and in the lonely mountains, it was leisurely.

As soon as Su Guyi landed outside the courtyard and put away the flying crane, she heard a voice in the courtyard, and she tilted her ears a little and stepped forward.

The people in the courtyard turned their heads as if they heard the movement at the door.

This is a woman in an apricot yellow gauze dress, and when she saw someone coming in, she said softly, "Who are you?"

Su Guyi stepped in, there was just this one person in the courtyard, her face was not timid, she took out a mustard seed bag from her arms and said: "I am a disciple who cultivates spiritual grass in the back yam field, Senior Sister Bai said today that she wants to refine and cultivate the Xi Dan, here is the freshly harvested purple immortal fruit." ”

The woman in yellow sighed and said, "Yes, the white immortal chief ordered a disciple to come today, since the person who said it is you, then good, give me something." ”

She was about to take the mustard seed bag when another person from the room came out and said lazily, "Zijuan, who are you talking to?" The man had an awl face and slender eyebrows, and he was turning his head to look at the moment.

The woman named Zijuan smiled: "It's just the person who came from the back mountain to send the spirit grass." The tone was light, not at all concerned, and he didn't explain much.

But she didn't care, Su Guyi had an idea, Bai Lian was a disciple in the room, and her posture was high, but she didn't expect that the fairy servants in her courtyard were all as proud as hens that had just laid eggs, and they couldn't wait to raise their heads to the sky.

The person who just came out heard that it was only from the back mountain, and said in a light tone: "Is it from the back mountain, after taking the things, I will quickly send it away, the white fairy is not there, and the idle people can't just let it in, what else to say, let her go out of the yard and tell you at the door." ”

Su Guyi's eyes were slightly cold, and when the man spoke, he had already walked out of the room, and his appearance made her look real.

This virtue, Su Guyi will not forget it in a few years, decades, but I am afraid.

Zijuan didn't even frown, and responded obediently, and was about to drive people away.

It's just that Su Guyi doesn't eat this set, she doesn't advance or retreat, she only pulls her lips and smiles: "It's nothing, or let's make it clear here, there are a total of three hundred purple fairy fruits in the mustard seed bag, a total of three gold beads." ”

Zhang Ziming's eyes were white, and he sneered: "Three golden beads, what are you really about the three hundred purple immortals, Wuling? Don't laugh at people." "Compared to Zixian Shi, Wuling is much rarer.

"It's just so many gold beads, not too much, not less. Su Guyi's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she smiled very casually.

Zhang Ziming and Zijuan frowned in unison.