The female cultivator of the water spirit couldn't help but look up and down curiously, the young man who appeared here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She frowned, slightly puzzled, but this person was not a resident of Nanji Island Town, so the nun couldn't help but ask curiously, "Hey, who are you?" ”

Tang Que saw these two young Qi Refining Cultivators, looked at him curiously, and said lightly: "Ahem, there is a foreigner who has no intention of wandering here!" ”

The male cultivator frowned, and said with some suspicion: "Outlander? How did you get to this Nanji Island? ”

Tang Que stood up, took a breath of fresh air, moved his muscles and said, "I took a sea ship from the Shang Alliance to the nearby sea area, but the sea boat had an accident halfway and I inadvertently floated to this small island. ”

The nun said "oh" and said, "I see, no wonder I have never seen you in Nanji Island?" "Although the female cultivator is only a qi refining cultivator, the monk has the power of divine consciousness that cannot be forgotten, and there are hundreds of mortals on this Nanji Island, so she is naturally clear about the mortals who live on the island.

The male cultivator was on the side, and snorted coldly: "You lie, you said that you floated to this small island, but how can you build this grass house so quickly by yourself." The pillars of a few hundred-year-old pine trees in this grass house are probably not something you can do alone. ”

Tang Que smiled faintly and said, "I have practiced martial arts for a few years, and I also have a few catties of brute strength." ”

The nun shook her head and smiled, "Just you? There are still a few catties of brute force, giggles, third brother, do you believe it? ”

The male cultivator, known as the third brother, said, "If you can lift that bluestone, I will believe you." As he spoke, he pointed to a bluestone several feet long not far away, which probably weighed hundreds of pounds.

Tang Que looked at the bluestone, as if he was a little embarrassed, and said: "Such a big bluestone, let's try it next, I don't know if it will work." Saying that, Tang Que walked up to Qingshi and moved the bluestone with both hands, which looked extremely laborious, but Qingshi also moved.

In the end, Tang Que hehehe, picked up the bluestone with both arms, but the person staggered a few steps. The female cultivator covered her mouth and smiled: "I didn't expect you to look polite, but you have a few catties of strength, giggles, you put it down quickly." ”

Tang Que put down the bluestone, blushing as if he was drunk, and stretched out his limbs to the ground with great difficulty, panting.

The male cultivator shook his head, as if to reassure him, since Tang Que was just a mortal, he no longer paid attention to Tang Que, but said to the female cultivator: "Fifth sister, let's go!" It's still early, look for the golden thread grass, I hope that this time the big brother will have a great fortune and can last a few more days. ”

When the female cultivator heard the male cultivator mention the eldest brother, her brows showed a look of worry. The female cultivator glanced back at Tang Que, and the two of them went up the mountain with the male cultivator.

From afar, I only listened to the female cultivator: "This is not a way, third brother, or we should go and beg the wood senior of Dongfeng, maybe he can have a way to help the eldest brother detoxify." ”

The male cultivator's voice gradually narrowed and said, "Senior Mu won't just take action and heal the eldest brother,......

Tang Que shook his head and said secretly, "Two little monks! He glanced at the backs of the two of them lightly and walked into the grass house.

For several days in a row, these two little cultivators in the Qi refining period would come to the mountain where Tang Que was located and appeared. What they were looking for in the nearby mountains must have been the golden thread grass they had taken from their mouths for medicine.

Sometimes, there are two people who come to Tang Que to look for golden thread grass, and sometimes there is only one female cultivator. They didn't care about Tang Que, who lived in seclusion on this mountain.

In the early morning of this day, Tang Que walked out of the grass house, the sunrise on the sea was extraordinarily beautiful, Tang Que lived like a mortal on Nanji Island, feeling the trace of earthly heart, although it was slow but like a trickle, always moistening Tang Que's state of mind.

He sighed, and suddenly in the glow of the sun, he noticed that on the side of the bluestone where he was meditating, a small grass with a faint golden light had grown. The grass was several inches tall and looked very striking in the morning sun. It's just that the grass is delicate, and in the morning breeze, it seems to be extremely weak.

Tang Que took two steps and reached out to pluck the small grass that glowed with a faint golden light, feeling an extremely strange flow of spiritual power on it.

The faint golden grass is trying to bloom its own vitality under the morning sun. Although the grass is weak, the tenacity of this life is very strong. Tang Que looked at the grass in his hand thoughtfully.

"Ah, goldenrod!" A voice of surprise came from not far away from Tang Que.

Tang Que turned his eyes and saw that it was the young female cultivator who had been looking for golden thread grass on the nearby mountain recently. At this moment, she looked at the golden grass in Tang Que's hand, her eyes revealed incomparable surprise, and under the rising sun, she exuded an innocent temperament.

She looked at Tang Que and suddenly smiled: "What, can you give me this golden thread grass, I can give you a spirit stone." Saying that, the female cultivator took out a low-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and shook it in front of Tang Que's eyes.

Tang Que looked at the spirit stone in the female cultivator's hand and asked, "What is the use of the spirit stone?" ”

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "You stupid, haven't you heard of the spirit stone?" This spirit stone is used by our immortal masters for cultivation, you can exchange it for a lot of silver, and you can buy whatever you want. ”

Tang Que sighed, and a different light appeared in his eyes and said, "So you are an immortal master, it doesn't look like it?" I thought the immortal masters were all old men with white flowers and beards? How can you be an immortal master? ”

The nun giggled, "What a silly boy, look at it." Saying that, the female cultivator's jade hand gently pinched a magic decision, but saw a flame suddenly rise in her hand, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately turned into a fist-sized firebird, flying around the female cultivator up and down, and finally dissipated in the air.

This is a low-level spell that manipulates fire spiritual power, not very powerful, but very fancy, and it is easy to make unknown mortals feel dizzy. Under the female cultivator's cast, the firebird is extremely agile, and it is an extremely mysterious spell for mortals.

Tang Que opened his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and said, "You, you are really an immortal master." Is this spirit grass a fairy grass? I can't just sell it, it should be worth a lot of money. ”

The female cultivator frowned and said angrily: "You stupid, this golden thread grass is used for alchemy, it's useless for you to keep it, hurry up, change it to me." ”

Tang Que looked at the golden thread grass, and then at the spirit stone in the female cultivator's hand, as if he was hesitant. The female cultivator took two steps forward impatiently, snatched the golden thread grass from Tang Que's hand, but stuffed the lower grade spirit stone into Tang Que's hand.

She looked at the golden thread grass in her hand, showed a cheerful smile, and went happily.