In the large woods, the green leaves are woven into a blanket, spread high into the sky.

On each leaf, there are water droplets.

The sunlight is a little lavender, sprinkled layer by layer, soft and warm. The water droplets are printed with purple or green colors, adding mystery and color to the trees.

The leaves stretched happily, enjoying the sun and the slow moisturization of the water droplets, and the wind brought up by their clothes made them curl up slightly, protecting the water droplets rolling around.

Qing Yin shuttled through the woods, his fingertips flicking, and a little spiritual light spread on the leaves in front of him.

Looking back and finding that this piece was finally done, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed depressedly again: the water droplets on these leaves, and the sweat on her forehead, are all there

The water in her head at the beginning!

Looking up at the sky, it's still early, and the rest will be.

Leaning against a towering tree, enjoying a rare moment of leisure, the sun fell on her beautiful face, smoked her bones soft, and beckoned a wine jug.

In the pot is the apricot fruit wine brewed by Baoyin, and because of the juice kneaded by the apricot blossoms, when it is opened, the floral fragrance is already intoxicating.

As soon as you enter your throat, the slight sourness dissipates as soon as you touch it, and the taste is covered by the sweetness brought out by the coldness.

Qingyin took a sip of wine with satisfaction, and when he was about to take a second sip, a sharp call sounded: "Zhang Qingyin! Zhang Qingyin! Come on, I'm dropping leaves again!"

Zhang Qingyin, who had no headache in her latest version of Yunyu Jue for three hours in a row, suddenly jumped up on both temples and eyebrows when she heard this voice.

"Zhang-Qing-Yin~~" one after another, making this secluded forest look like a ghost movie scene.

Qing Yin replied angrily: "You are delicate!

The voice ignored her complaints, and still howled as if she was relentlessly: "Zhang-Qing-hidden~~come~ah~"

Definitely, unless she wanted to irrigate the entire Wood Spirit Peak against the cry of this unjust soul asking for her life, she could only serve this ancestor first!

Qing Yin poured herself a sip of wine, but didn't swallow it, and put it in her mouth, letting the refreshing taste numb her frantic heart.

Got up and flew away, and when she arrived at the birthplace of the scream, she swallowed the wine in her mouth in one gulp, and while the wine was fragrant, she opened her mouth, and sprayed it on the green face with her frantic tone:

"I just gave you ten times this morning! Ten times! You're not satisfied! Where's the fallen leaf? Give it to me!"

The face that appeared on the trunk of the tree, which was originally green and green, and the "antenna" on the top of the head was also standing upright like a lightning rod, and was sprayed by the breath of this ecstasy, the green face turned purple, and the "antenna" also curled up into a zigzag, and the two small eyes were visibly circled, and they were speechless for a while.

Without its ghost shouting and screaming, Qing Yin finally felt refreshed, but said with disdain on his face: "You are lying to me again, right? I can tell you, if you don't hand over the fallen leaves, this month's trick will be waived, and you will really drop a few leaves before it is finished!"

Mu Ling was a little agitated by this cruel threat, stretched out his green finger from the trunk, pointed at the woman in front of him and said angrily: "You, you, you, you are harming me with wine again, I will go and tell Luo Bingzunjun and let her punish you!"

This one in front of her is not only a tree spirit, but also a complaint spirit! In one sentence, it successfully aroused Qingyin's new hatred and old hatred, but more importantly, she hated herself for pouring too much water into her brain at the beginning!

Why did you believe in a petty and unreasonable woman? The scene on the spaceship returned to Qing Yin's mind.

"Since you want to, so be it, this monarch sees that your Sumeru space seems to have been hit hard, and it urgently needs to be infused with spiritual power to promote its recovery. Come, Benjun will help you. ”

The Sumeru space was injured again and again, although Xiao Yi was able to set up a formation to prevent it from collapsing temporarily, but he did not lack knowledge or means, what he lacked was spiritual power! Therefore, at that time, although the Sumeru space could still allow the black wind and others to enter and exit freely, if Qing Yin entered, it would hook its strongest protective array, which might cause the space to collapse.

Qingyin's spiritual power is a drop in the bucket, if it waits for it to heal on its own, it will take a hundred years, to say the least. And in the past hundred years, Qingyin has not been allowed to enter, and naturally it will not be able to mature the alchemy of various spirit grasses. Luo Bingzunjun's words are tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

Qing Yin still remembered his ecstatic mood at that time, and the expression of gratitude to Dade after receiving the almost repaired Sumeru space, so, just like that, he had a brain fever for a while, and he actually believed what Luo Bingzunjun said:

"You entered the realm too quickly, and although your state of mind is complete, you need to sharpen your spiritual power and spells during this time. In this way, because of your merits, this gentleman follows his own personal interests, during the division period, you don't need to take on other tasks, you just need to stay in Muling Peak, take care of the flowers and trees on it, and the contribution points and spirit stone rewards are the same as those of the attack task group, how about it?"

Take care of the flowers and plants, and you can go out with everyone to chase and rebel against a merit level, this is the pie smashed from the sky!

It's just that Qingyin has a deep understanding of his broken life, and in the face of this delicious pie, there was still a little bit of reason left at that time: "Honorable Monarch, isn't this good? In fact, she still has a real idea in her heart, although the mission is tiring, but while she can experience herself, the most important thing is that she can also harvest storage bags.

"It doesn't matter, you have experienced many hardships and dangers, and you have also made many miraculous achievements, what you lack this time is not experience, but precipitation. Mu Ling Peak has been severely injured and has been closed at the second level, and it is quiet there, which is just right for you to stay. ”

Qing Yin still clearly remembered the words spit out from the bright smile on Luo Bingzunjun's doll: "Aren't you talented in alchemy? In addition, this gentleman will instruct you to give priority to the alchemy task you want to take, how about it?"

How can it be? All aspects are reasonable, and it is extremely beneficial to Qingyin, so she happily thanked and thanked again.

It wasn't until she was imprisoned in Muling Peak, looking at the mountains and mountains full of desolation, and when she was sad, she took out the task card to look at it, and then she howled earth-shatteringly: "Pit!"

Every day, the entire Mu Ling Peak loose soil needs to be irrigated, and within fifty years, let Lei Mu Ling repeat his original style!

It's just a few thousand miles of mountains, how many flowers and trees are on it! And that thunder wood spirit, fifty years!

What about the good alchemy time? What about the good cultivation time? What about the good time for refining spells? What about the good time for playing? All of them have become unattainable floating clouds!

Don't you even have time to sleep and take a nap! Also, what is a one-day task and a record? If you don't complete it one day, you have to deduct the spirit stone to contribute? This is to repay the favor? Please, Your Excellency, I have no kindness to you?

It's been a year, and it's been a year of hard work, but every time Qingyin thinks of the scene of how he jumped into the pit, he can't wait to turn all the water in his brain into tears. At this time, this complainant still dares to mention this name that she doesn't dare to hate!

Qing Yin clasped his hands to his chest and smiled maliciously: "You go to sue, believe it or not, no one cares about you this time when I directly water the tree for you with wine?"