Chapter 49: Secrets

This is a rare spirit tree, which was originally an ordinary tree, but for some reason it gave birth to spiritual energy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe the monk fought on this cliff and accidentally let the spiritual blood spill on this tree, or maybe there was a spiritual vein under this tree, which had grown here for generations, and finally gave birth to a spiritual spirit and turned into a spiritual tree.

But even so, it was of no use to ordinary monks, because there was no place around this spirit tree that was suitable for refining, and the refining medicine could not be mixed into the elixir because it did not know its medicinal properties.

Moreover, this spirit tree does not bloom, so it cannot bear fruit, and its usefulness to the monks is reduced to a low point.

But at noon today, the dark clouds were closed, blocking the sunlight from the sky, but not to the point of heavy rain, only light rain continued to fall.

Suddenly, a spiritual light appeared in the distance, thin and slight, without emitting a little spiritual energy, and landed on this spiritual tree.

After a while, a little green bud suddenly grew from the green leaves of the spirit tree, and in a moment white dots bloomed from it.

After doing everything, the aura trembled slightly, and went into the distance, without stopping.

After five days of this, a spiritual light suddenly flew in the distance and gently fell on the cliff.

This spiritual light was sent out by the joint efforts of three monks to drive a spirit boat, and there were three people on the boat, two Qi cultivators, and one who had just built the foundation.

The two Qi cultivators were both seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were very surprised to see the flowers on this spirit tree at this time.

One of them said, "Brother Huan, isn't this tree a maple psychic? Why is it still blooming?" ”

Brother Na Huan's name is Zhao Huan, and these two women, one named Zhao Yue and the other Zhao Xing, are both monks from a nearby Xiaoye Valley, and the three of them are all children of the nearby Zhao family.

In the Xiaoye Valley, the person with the highest cultivation is only the god transformation stage, but the monk who has risen up from the lower realm, and after settling here, he cultivates alone, but first, he lacks the next cultivation method, and secondly, he is weak, and it is difficult to obtain cultivation resources.

Therefore, he has not cultivated to the anti-void realm for many years, so he came to Xiaoye Valley to open a mountain and establish a sect, and recruited some disciples to search for resources for him, and at the same time to comprehend the next step of cultivation.

The Zhao family was originally just a mortal family, but after a monk in the family worshiped in Xiaoye Valley, he also brought in many descendants of the family, and gradually became the current Xiuzhen family.

Zhao is also very strange at this moment, when he first saw this spirit tree, he invited the senior monks in the door to come and check it, and later the monk concluded that this spirit tree can neither refine weapons, nor can it refine pills and medicines, and even blooms and bears fruit, and it is useless to use it to make wine.

Why is it that now it suddenly defies common sense and blooms these little white flowers?

He thought only for a while, and immediately realized that this was an adventure, and after his heart beat faster and gasped heavily, he said to the two female cultivators: "Cousin Xingyue, although I don't know why this spirit tree blooms, but the blossoming will inevitably bear fruit, and the fruit must be the spirit fruit." As long as the medicinal properties of this flower and fruit are determined, we can use this spirit fruit to make spiritual wine, and whether it is for our own use or sale, we can use it infinitely. ”

When the two women heard this, Zhao Yue's eyes lit up, and she immediately said, "Then what are you waiting for, we will report to the family immediately and call someone to protect this place." ”

Speaking of this, he heard Zhao Xing sneer and said, "What did my sister say, this spirit tree was discovered by me, how can I notify the family and let those old immortals share the spirit fruit we are waiting for?"

When Zhao Yue heard this, she paused for a moment and looked at Zhao Xing, I don't know why her sister said this.

I heard Zhao still speak: "Yes, what Xingmei said is that those old immortals in the family told me to go back every year, and deducted the elixir we received from the door, just to cultivate for themselves, but unfortunately their qualifications are too poor, and they have obtained a hundred elixirs from the juniors in the family every year, and they can't break through to the golden pill stage, which is really useless." ”

"If those elixirs were used by us and others, wouldn't they have been able to reach a higher realm long ago, and wouldn't the family be prosperous at that time?"

In the Zhao family, although Zhao Yue's qualifications are not good, she has a good face, so the Zhao family has never treated her badly in order to allow her to marry a higher monk.

But Zhao Huan and Zhao Xing did not have this benefit, not only could they not obtain resources from their families every year, but they had to hand over the elixir they got from Xiaoye Valley, and the two of them complained in private.

Hearing this, Zhao Yue hesitated a little, so she heard Zhao return and said: "My cousin is only the seventh layer of Qi cultivation now, and there are still Tiankui coming every month, and Senior Brother Hong is now a high-level foundation building, and it will be easy to break through the Golden Pill in the future." ”

"Think about it, Qi cultivators can only live for a hundred years, and Senior Brother Hong will have a lifespan of at least six hundred years in the future, that is, if you win Senior Brother Hong's favor again, you will not want to be old in the future. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yue thought for a while, made a decision in his heart, and said without hesitation: "Since this is the case, we will occupy this spirit tree, but this tree is on the cliff, if it is discovered by the rest of the monks in the future, what should we do?"

Zhao also took a step forward and said, "Look at my magic weapon." After that, he took out a small flag and hung it on this spirit tree, and suddenly he saw a hundred flowers on the spirit tree, and suddenly disappeared.

He said: "I didn't take this road when I went to my house from Xiaoye Valley, I wanted to go to Honghu Lake to collect Lingbei by the way, so I went here, as long as I took the initiative to take over the task of collecting Lingbei in the future, I would not pass by the rest of the Zhao family monks." ”

"As for the rest of the loose cultivators who accidentally passed by, it has never been easy to find my Seven Leaf Banner. ”

This seven-leaf flag is also a treasure, and it is a life-saving thing for a foundation-building monk like Zhao Huan.

As long as he conceals his whereabouts, the divine sense of an ordinary Qi Cultivation Foundation Cultivator is only a few tens of zhang, and it is difficult to find his whereabouts.

"It's time to call back my brother. After the two of them saluted at the same time, the three of them turned into a ray of light and left.

And these three people didn't know, in fact, all this fell into the eyes of another person, that is, Xun Yu.

The flowers on this spirit tree were originally Xun Yu's means of monitoring this neighborhood, and she was now watching countless realms every moment, and she was not interested in the stories of these three people.

But she also learned a lot of secrets of other monks every day, and she vented them wantonly when no one was around, plotting secrets behind the backs of upright monks in the eyes of others.

The righteous monk, jealous and hateful, secretly joined forces with the demon monk to seek treasures that could not be obtained by normal means.

There is even a former acquaintance of her, a Yuanying female cultivator, who never marries, lonely and arrogant, but secretly there are seven or eight faces, all of whom are living under the same tree.