"No, not the seed I cultivated. It's a fruit I've never seen or smelled, oh my God, there's a great cultivator here, and he's bringing his fruit, quick, let's go and greet this master among the cultivators!!"

Suddenly standing up from the stone bench of the gazebo, Song Ping walked towards the place where the smell came,

I feel like a master of cultivation and come uninvited.

Such a cultivator, the things he cultivates, may be able to help him regain his strength.

When the time comes, he can be with Mrs. Song again.

He was impatient.

Mrs. Song, Peony also immediately followed,

On this side, Song Ping finally met the ancestor of blood refining.

"What about the master? Is it gone?" Seeing that only the ancestor of blood refining was there, Song Ping hurriedly looked around, and muttered to himself: "No, no, the taste of the fruit is condensed but not dispersed, which means that it is still nearby." ”

"What are you looking for?" Looking at Song Ping, who was tired after walking a few steps just now, suddenly, his eyes were like wolves, looking around, the ancestor of blood refining felt a little strange,

"What am I doing? Of course I'm looking for a senior, have you seen a senior?" he looked at Wu Tian and asked.

Wu Tian shook his head, where is there anyone else here besides him?

"You must have seen it, by the way, by the way, maybe he looks down on him, he doesn't look down on him, is there such a person?" Song Ping did not give up, continued to look at the ancestor of blood refining, and asked anxiously.

Blood Refining Ancestor: "......"

Still shook his head.

Mrs. Song, Peony has arrived.

For fruits, although Mrs. Song is also a cultivator, she is not as sensitive as Song. What's more, Mrs. Song cultivates flowers, and Song likes to cultivate fruits.

"Sir...... You...... Not because of ...... Are you hallucinating because of kidney deficiency?" Mrs. Song guessed this, afraid of the ancestor of blood refining, Peony joked, and asked Song Ping in a low voice.

"You...... How can you say that? Even if I have a kidney deficiency, even if I don't lift it, but I ...... But I'm not so vain, I can't be wrong, there must be a miraculous fruit nearby, and the person with such a fruit must be a cultivator old-timer, no, maybe he is also very young. ”

Song Pingping's face was firm.

He was also angry, his own wife, how could he doubt himself?

How could he feel that his kidneys were so deficient?

No!

No!

His kidney deficiency is not serious.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Looking at Song Ping, Mrs. Song whispered, and Wu Tian frowned slightly.

"Blood Refining Ancestor, that's the case, I smelled a wonderful smell just now. Song Ping personally explained: "This taste is ...... Forget it, forget it, it's very troublesome, there are a lot of technical terms, you definitely don't understand. You say, 'Have you ever seen anyone other than us come here?'

Wu Tian doesn't want to be at the level of Song, is he looking for someone else who exists?

Spiritual consciousness envelops all directions.

Not to mention the Cultivators' Guild,

The wind and grass of the entire royal capital, he is clear.

Finally, he said, "No one else." ”

"No, no, there must be, and it's nearby. Song Ping, now with his nose like a dog, sniffed.

It's here, the fruit flavor gathers, it's too strong.

Let him not be able to tell the direction anymore.

And the reason why he couldn't guess was the ancestor of blood refining.

It's because the ancestor of blood refining just now didn't have any fruit on his body. Now, how can there suddenly be fruit?

Of course not!

So much so that he didn't doubt the ancestor of blood refining.

"There must be someone, there must be someone. "Song Ping looked for the grass and trees in this vicinity.

But nothing was found.

"No, no, no, there must be. ”

Song Ping, he couldn't find the predecessor of the cultivator, and he couldn't see the miraculous fruit, he was like crazy for a while.

"What are you looking for...... Maybe it's me. ”

The ancestor of blood refining, Wu Tian, who was wearing a bronze ghost mask, suddenly thought of something and said.

Song Ping looked back in amazement, and after being stunned for a while, he said gratefully to the Blood Refining Ancestor: "Thank you for comforting me...... But I have to really find it, that senior. ”

"I didn't lie to you. "The ancestor of blood refining has determined that the other party is looking for him,

At this moment, he spread out his hands,

The ginseng fruit is in the palm of your hand: "The smell you smell should be the taste of this fruit, right?"

Ginseng fruit, crystal clear,

Looking at it, it is more delicate than a human-shaped fruit.

Its fragrance, its aura, is the fruit cultivator that Song Ping has been a fruit cultivator for so long,

See the unseen,

Unheard of.

"That's it...... That's it. Song Pingping, looking at this scene blankly, walked up.

He looked at the Blood Refining Ancestor in a daze.

I almost didn't die of surprise.

Make no mistake,

This kind of fruit, in the hands of the ancestor of blood refining?

How so?

He thought about himself, and since the age of seven, he has been interested in fruits.

When he was 10 years old, he decided to become a fruit grower.

All his life, he traveled around looking for fruit.

And I don't even lift it myself.

But what?

I didn't find the fruit in the hands of the Blood Refining Ancestor, such a wonderful existence.

Song Ping, they were about to cry.

O life,

You're treating me so badly!

Oh, my God!

Why haven't I found this fruit?

Now, Song Ping is about to vomit blood with envy.

"I've never seen this fruit before. "Looking at the ginseng fruit in the palm of the Blood Refining Ancestor's hand, Mrs. Song was a little stupid.

This fruit, which looks like a doll, is very cute.

If a woman says it, she is really reluctant to eat it. But at first glance, you can't put it down.

This fruit is wonderful.

"You...... You really haven't learned about cultivators, have you?"

Suddenly, Song Ping stared at the ancestor of blood refining and asked this sentence,

"Yes, I haven't studied before. The Blood Refining Ancestor still said, "The knowledge of the cultivator is still from the book you gave me today. ”

"Haven't studied? What about you...... Then how can you have ginseng fruit?"

You haven't studied?

How could there be such a miraculous fruit?

Ordinary people, just think of it, the shape is strange.

"It should be said that it is a coincidence, I accidentally saw a Taoist temple, and after the Taoist temple, I stumbled upon such a fruit. ”

Ancestor of Blood Refining, this is true.

"For ...... For...... Why...... Woowoo woo ......"

Song Pingping, who suddenly didn't look like a man, cried directly.

You came across such a fruit by a coincidence, by chance.

What about me?

Since the age of ten, I have been walking around, looking for good fruits, good seeds, I am too tired, I can't lift myself, I can't satisfy my wife, and I urinate a lot.

But I didn't find such a good fruit!

How did you find it without doing anything?

Can you not be so shocking?

"Well, it's okay, don't cry. Seeing her husband like this, Mrs. Song also sighed, and could only go up to comfort her.

If this matter is spread out, it will definitely make all cultivators die of shame.

They trekked through mountains and rivers,

It's not as good as someone else's chance encounter!

(End of chapter)