Quietly returning to the cave mansion, Meng Qi frowned at the task scroll and pondered. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the beginning, Tang Hu once said that every genius treasure was guarded by a companion beast, and presumably there should be strange beasts next to this "oolong grass".

If you go forward, even if you find the "oolong grass", it is still ambiguous whether you can get it in your hands. If you accidentally encounter danger, it will not be worth the loss.

It seems that if you want to complete the task, you have to be prepared.

Thinking about it, Meng Qi couldn't help but smile a little bitterly, he was now tantamount to his bare hands, without any weapon that could be used or not, it would probably be inappropriate to have a spiritual power of refining qi in vain.

However, the outer disciples do not issue weapons and magic weapons.

At the moment, I don't have any familiar people in this Qianxiu Peak, where do I go to find it? Meng Qi squinted his eyes slightly and hesitated for a long time.

This Xiaoding looks extraordinary, and I don't know if it can be used as a treasure. Meng Qi pondered and his eyes fell on that Xiao Ding, and his eyes suddenly lit up, since he could make him bigger and smaller, could he try to control his attack or defense.

Even if it's not as sharp as a flying sword, it's still a hard thing, much better than bare hands.

Now that he had an idea, Meng Qi no longer hesitated.

He carefully placed Xiao Ding on the stone table, trying to inject the spiritual power in his body into Xiao Ding, as before, thinking in his heart to control Xiao Ding to fly.

I've tried a few times, but to no avail. That small ding is like a thousand powers, and it does not move at all.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had set, and the night had fallen, and the cave had gradually dimmed. Meng Qi clenched his teeth, sweating profusely on the top of his head.

I saw that Xiao Ding was able to leave the table half a foot high under his control. A smile finally appeared on Meng Qi's face. But that's all, every time Meng Qi wanted to control Xiao Ding's speed to speed up, he would fail, and Xiao Ding also fell countless times.

After doing this dozens of times, Meng Qi finally stopped insisting, not that he retreated, but that the spiritual power in his body had been completely consumed, and even his head felt a little dizzy, so he had to give up trying.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Meng Qi took a deep breath and carefully observed Xiao Ding. These days, Xiao Ding is frantically absorbing the spiritual power in the cave, and the changes are becoming clearer. Originally, the position of the monster had been moved a finger away, and some wavy marks faintly appeared on the monster's body, but the marks were extremely vague, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't see it at all.

What kind of treasure is this? Meng Qi sighed lightly, not knowing.

I only knew that the sound of a soft sigh in the white monkey stone at the beginning was like an eternal immortal, thinking that the cultivation of the predecessor must have reached the peak, and the treasures he left behind could not be turned into an ordinary ranks.

Since the white monkey went to the depths of Daqing Mountain to look for his predecessors, the predecessors should not have fallen, even so, he put this treasure there and buried the seal.

Meng Qi thought about it, but he didn't know, but his mind became more and more dizzy.

It seems that controlling spiritual power is extremely draining. Meng Qi felt a little enlightened, his eyes closed slightly, and he began to absorb the spiritual power of the cave.

Sunrise and sunset, for seven consecutive days, except for going to the woods on the mountain peak to look for food when he was hungry, Meng Qi spent the rest of the time trying to control that Xiao Ding, meditating and recovering when the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and then practicing again.

Under such crazy practice, that Xiao Ding was finally able to operate under Meng Qi's control, but he was not very comfortable, even so, Meng Qi was already very satisfied.

The changes in Xiaoding these days have finally stopped, perhaps because the spiritual power in the cave mansion has been extremely thin, or it may be that the spiritual power in Qianxiu Peak cannot be seen in its eyes. Anyway, no one snatched the aura from Meng Qi.

After this toss, Meng Qi obviously felt that the spiritual power in his body had become stronger, and the foundation had become more and more solid, and even the speed of absorbing spiritual energy had increased somewhat. Although the growth is a little slow, it is finally the same as before.

This change also made Meng Qi more diligent, and seven days passed in a flash. Seeing that the task was halfway over, Meng Qi finally opened the door of the cave, looked for a clear spring, washed it, and changed into the light blue outer door robe.

Standing by the spring, Meng Qi looked at the delicate young man reflected in the green water, and a chuckle couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

After half a month of penance, Xiao Ding was finally able to use it as he wanted, but it looked a little funny, most of those outer disciples used flying swords as weapons, and they rarely saw other things.

Meng Qi didn't care, even the flying swords in the hands of those outer disciples were just ordinary goods, but that Xiao Ding was a rare treasure, maybe it was a magic weapon.

According to the records of the Dao Source Sect, cultivators have their own magic weapons, which are mortal, spiritual, treasure, and Taoist in descending order. And this small tripod is not remarkable in terms of appearance, but it is extraordinary in terms of its own ability to absorb spiritual energy, anyway, it is not an ordinary product, maybe it is a spiritual weapon, or higher.

Meng Qi didn't think too much about it, no matter what kind of treasure Xiao Ding was, and what level it was, it was a gift from the white monkey, and it was also a gift from the seniors, and it was the first weapon he had in hand when he came to this world.

After a night of meditation, the spiritual power fluctuations in Meng Qi's body had reached its peak. This is also what Meng Qi planned in advance, and today he is going to look for the "oolong grass".

According to the hint on the scroll, "Oolong Grass" is a four-grade herb, which mostly grows on cliffs, and absorbs the essence of the sun and moon for ten years before it can grow a blade of grass. And next to the "Oolong Grass", there is a small beast called "Hundred-legged Oolong" to take care of it.

That "Hundred-Foot Oolong" has the strength equivalent to the early stage of the second layer of qi refining, and with Meng Qi's current cultivation, there is a danger, but as long as it is planned in advance, coupled with the small tripod in his hand, that danger can be reduced by a few points.

For the sake of that second-level spirit rune and that second-grade elixir, you must give it a try. Meng Qi's eyes showed a touch of firmness, put Xiao Ding on his chest, left the cave, and walked towards the desolate peaks of Qianxiu Peak.

Sunset in the West Mountains, landscape transformation.

Meng Qi's figure appeared on a mountain peak a hundred miles away from the cave.

This mountain peak, straight into the sky, is accompanied by white mist, like the pillar of optimus. There are strange rocks everywhere, steep and steep, which is the most suitable for the growth of "oolong grass".

It's just that the road up the mountain is full of thorns, and there are many insects and beasts, and it is very sinister.

Meng Qi looked up at the peak, pondered for a while, and then walked towards the peak.

Here, it seems that someone has been here. Meng Qi watched some of the thorns being cut off by the waist, and forcibly cut a gap leading to the top, and immediately made a determination. I just don't know if the man is still on the mountain.

Along the way, only this mountain peak is the most dangerous and the worst! Match the place where the "oolong grass" grows. If you don't go, you'll have to look for another mountain.

It's just that there is one more person, and the danger is much higher.

Meng Qi stood in front of the thorns, took a deep breath, looked at the peak for a long time, his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and he gritted his teeth for half a pillar of incense before he gritted his teeth and climbed towards the mountain peak along the road that the man had chopped.

He was sure that when he was halfway up the mountain, he made his own way and searched in the opposite direction from the one who had arrived first. In this way, the chances of meeting that person are much lower. The danger is also reduced by a few points.

Along the sheep intestine path, although there were predecessors who opened the way, Meng Qi's body was still cut by the thorny road several times, and the shirt he had just put on was also torn in several places.

On the way, there are constantly insects and snakes that are broken by lazy waists. What made Meng Qi's eyes fleshy was that there was a python with the thickness of a thigh. The python also died a very miserable death, chopped into more than ten knots by a sharp weapon, and the blood stained the thorns red.

It seems that this man's cultivation is much higher than mine. Meng Qi looked a little worried.

However, for the sake of the task, I had to continue, as the woman in white said, the cultivators are fighting against the heavens, and I don't know how long it will take to find such a steep mountain. Wealth and danger are sought, but it is better to fight.

If that person also needs "oolong grass", it is a big deal to give it to him, and if that person does not come for "oolong grass", he can save a lot of travel. Meng Qi lowered his head, his eyebrows covered with beads of sweat.

Halfway up the mountain, the sky was getting darker, and a bright moon hung overhead in the night.

Halfway up the mountain, Meng Qi made an extremely difficult journey in the opposite direction of the one who came first. He took one step to reorganize the thorn bushes behind him until it looked like no one was passing by.

However, in a short period of time, his hands had been pierced by thorns seven or eight wounds, blood flowed down the mouth, Meng Qi pulled a few strips of cloth from his robe, bandaged the wounds briefly, and continued to walk.

In the second half of the night, when the occasional fierce beast roared in the mountain, piercing the sky, Meng Qi would hide in the thorn bushes for a while, and only stood up after realizing that there was no danger. At this time, he was almost two-thirds of the way to the peak, and by the weak moonlight, on the cliff not far away, several things similar to the "oolong grass" also suddenly appeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes.

Meng Qi observed the more than ten plants from a distance, and was happy in his heart, it was indeed "oolong grass".

Presumably, the "hundred-legged oolong" is near here, and it should not be acted rashly. Meng Qi squatted in place among the thorns, looking up at the herbs on the steep mountain wall, motionless.

Not long after, sure enough, a small beast more than a meter long and black appeared near the "oolong grass". The small beast looks like a centipede, with dozens of scales on its body, and under each scale there are two long feet full of barbs.

The little beast's small eyes seemed to sense something, and it patrolled in the direction of the thorn bush a few times before disappearing around the "oolong grass" again.

Meng Qi sighed lightly, looked at the cliff again, and found a small hole more than half a meter high, presumably where the "hundred-footed oolong" lived.