Regarding this purple bamboo grass, all kinds of habits, medicinal properties, and changes in different environments, and even some allusions about this grass, once saved the life of a monk who was a monk, all of them were presented in front of Fang Mo's eyes like words, allowing him to fully understand the habits and effects of this grass.

The introduction of this purple bamboo grass alone, if it is annotated in words, can become a book of its own, and for the monks, it can be clearly remembered in their hearts at a glance.

But Fang Mo didn't do it, he didn't memorize it by rote, but focused on interpreting it, memorized it by heart, and understood the characteristics of this grass in detail, after reading it over and over again, he kept the purple bamboo grass in his heart.

With a movement of his mind, the scene in front of Fang Mo's eyes changed, changing from purple bamboo grass to a small white flower.

"White jade wind shines, like a lily, nine stamens and eighteen petals, the appearance is white, after the pollen falls, it turns black within three breaths, this flower is medicine for five hundred years, and it is poisonous ...... after a thousand years."

Fang Mo savored it carefully, read it with his heart, and unconsciously immersed himself in it.

Just like when he was sixteen years old, when he was studying in Luoyun City, there were ten thousand books in his study, and he read them over and over again until he read them thoroughly, so he had ten thousand books in his heart.

At this moment, the memory of this herb is the same as when he was studying, the difference is that most of the people who read books are to cope with the imperial examination, but Fang Mo is not, because he likes to read, and he wants to read more books in his limited life.

As the herbs crossed his mind, the token in Fang Mo's hand began to gradually emit a blue light.

"Huh, it's slow, half the speed of ordinary people. Huo Ya frowned, sighed, and said, "It seems that Brother Mo's talent for plants and trees is too low......"

However, as time passed, Huo Ya gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Huh, the more you go to the back, the more difficult it is to remember, and the slower your speed becomes, but why is this Mo Fang's speed always the same?" Huo Ya frowned, his heart was strange, and he looked at Fang Mo quietly.

With the passage of time, the cyan color of the token in Fang Mo's hand occupied more and more, one percent, two percent, three percent, and four percent, and it had not stopped, and it continued to spread, fifty percent, sixty percent......

With the spread of the blue light, the medicine boys in a nearby medicine field were shocked, and at this moment, they all came back to their senses from what they were focused on, and their eyes fell on Fang Mo.

"This, this, this...... How is this possible?" Huo Ya's body was shocked, and he said in shock: "The token contains millions of grass and tree information, the first attempt, the maximum number of Qi Condensing Cultivators is 100,000, and even if the Foundation Building Cultivator has a strong divine sense, it can reach a maximum of 300,000!

"But this Mo Fang, he actually keeps remembering more and more plants and trees at a uniform speed, won't his divine sense be exhausted? Could it be that his talent is really so demonic?"

Huo Ya's eyes were filled with horror, because he found that when the token cyan in Fang Mo's hand occupied seventy percent, it hadn't stopped.

As the cyan color of the token spread, the blue light that spread out of Fang Mo's body became more and more abundant! In the end, this blue light directly reached a dazzling level, like a cyan sun, making Fang Quan Hundred zhang shrouded in the blue light, and even more so that the people in this continuous valley and hundreds of medicine fields were all attracted by the blue light here in Fang Mo.

The old man, who had been sitting cross-legged on the boulder, had always seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, stood beside Fang Mo in one step, and said to Huo Ya, "Don't disturb him!"

As he spoke, the old man's eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and he looked at Fang Mo without blinking.

A whistling sound sounded, and rainbows of light flashed, and the medicine boys and elders in dozens of nearby medicine valleys flashed over one after another, looking at Fang Mo who was shrouded in blue light in the field, their eyes widened, revealing disbelief.

"Only the first attempt can make the blue light of the token bloom so heavy, this person is the first time to try!"

"The cyan on the token has reached eighty percent, no...... The first attempt is related to the cultivation of divine consciousness, but it is not absolute, the most important thing is the talent of plants and trees, the more you understand, the easier it is to remember, this person ......"

At this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and a rainbow flashed in the field, and a middle-aged man in black appeared.

Even Elder Sun took a step back and bowed to him and clenched his fists.

"Elder Yang manages my Outer Gate Medicine Valley, three hundred and twenty-five medicinal fields, it is difficult for ordinary things to alarm it, but now it has appeared!"

"The qualifications of that new entry medicine boy are demonic, the first time I tried, I was able to make the cyan of the token reach eighty percent, although I can also reach eighty percent, but I have been a medicine boy for ten years!"

"No, it's still going on, more than eighty percent, is he ......"

As the people around him boiled, Huo Ya opened his mouth wide and stood there blankly, his mind blank.

And Fang Mo was still immersed in it, a kind of longing came from his heart, ordinary people have more memories, they will be exhausted and their consciousness is weak, but for Fang Mo, this is a process of enjoyment.

The reason why this is so is related to his already smart nature, and it is related to the fact that he learned that he was eighteen years old and put all his mind on studying.

He loves to read and is used to reading as well.

Fang Mo knew that there were people in the outside world who were concerned, and he knew that it was not appropriate to be sharp when he first entered the sect, but he still continued to write it down, making the cyan color in the token in his hand reach ninety percent.

Because the Stepping Heaven Sect has been passed down from generation to generation, taking sex as cultivation, pursuing whatever you want, following your heart, and following your heart, Fang Mo was outside the ancestral hall of the Stepping Heaven Sect that day, and because of the Stepping Heaven Order, he saw the picture of the Stepping Heaven Ancestor asking the immortals madly, so his heart was touched.

He felt that he wanted to continue watching, so he continued to watch as he wished.

Fang Mo said that if he looked at it, he remembered it in his heart, so this cyan naturally went from ninety percent to ten percent, which means that he memorized the millions of plants and trees printed in the token.

Suddenly, there was an uproar.

"Ten percent! Millions of plants and trees are memorized!"

"With such a high talent in grass and trees, the path of the Dan Dao will be smoother than others in the future!"

"What a wicked asset this is? The first time you try, you remember it completely!"

As the token changed from its original black color to completely cyan, Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes, and the grass-like blue light that spread out from the token dissipated, but this token was always cyan and did not change back to its original appearance.

At this moment, in Fang Mo's storage bag, the Heaven Stepping Order, which had not moved in the slightest since leaving the Heaven Stepping Sect, suddenly shook at this moment, and at the same time, a vicissitudes of life and simple words were transmitted to Fang Mo's heart.

"People have thoughts, read with their hearts, after our generation, realize their own hearts, to become unyielding, this intention from the heart, can understand a type of magical power......"