This golden lotus is worth eighty-eight flowers, and it is too powerful.

She estimated that it should be the contribution of the young man just now, and suddenly, her depressed mood became much better.

Proudly released the jar.

"I'll go, host, did you save the lucky Sao Nian?" The altar saw that the moral golden light behind Luo Yuyu had changed from the original inconspicuous to a trace of rice starlight, and exclaimed.

Luo Yuyu knocked on its little brain, "What a sao nian, it's a little brother with a knife mouth and a tofu heart." The word 'shao' is not 'sao', come, follow me, .~"

Tanzi's eyes came as if he was retarded.

"I'm going to go to the second floor of the hotel tomorrow to brush up on another wave of presence, hiahia." Full of money.

"Host, don't piao, be careful of overturning." When Tanzi saw the girl's motorcycle face, he moved his fart in disgust.

"Crow's mouth, baba Luo Yuyu quickly grabbed the hair ball that was about to run away and pulled its hair.

*

Mu Hai looked at the red hawthorn handed over by the five little ones, and his throat trembled slightly for a while.

"Brother Xiaohai, you can eat. I heard those monks say that this is a first-class spiritual fruit, and it may be able to help you cultivate. I had just taken a small bite and I felt like all the tiredness was gone. Hua Ming, who had a gray headband tied around her head, whispered, and the red fruit in her hand was only a bite mark the size of a little finger nail.

Mu Hai took a deep look at a few small radishes, and accepted the spirit fruit with a complicated heart.

He really needs to improve his strength now in order to leave Dijun Lane as soon as possible.

These hawthorns were more than ordinary first-grade spirit fruits, and their spiritual energy was nearly one-third, and five were enough for him to break through to two small realms.

The bag of bitter spirit fruit with plenty of water was wrenched by him and stored in a bamboo tube. Divide half of the paper and let everyone take a sip.

The bitter juice crossed the lips, leaving a faint astringency, but it could quench thirst, and the faint aura also made the children who had not eaten enough for many days become much more energetic.

"I have 100 spirit beads here, you can go to Uncle Fat Huai to exchange some floating leaf grass, I need to retreat for two days." Mu Hai stuffed the small cloth bag containing the spirit bead into Xiao Xiong's pocket and admonished.

"Brother Xiaohai, we can also go pick up some work." Hua Ming suddenly said softly, "The proprietress in the hotel is recruiting medicine boys, and she can have 5 low-grade spirit stones every month, and she also has food and accommodation. ”

"I'm a wooden ......"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Mu Hai, "Your Mu Ling Root must not be discovered, and you must not secretly cultivate, you know?" ”

"But we can't always rely on you." The corners of Hua Ming's eyes were slightly red, and she lowered her head and purred.

"This is Dijun Lane, unfettered, and people's hearts are shaking. Wood and water monks are both extremely sensitive words, and if they don't have enough strength, they will only attract people's attention. ”

Mu Hai paused, and then said, "It's me who is useless, and I don't have the ability to protect you." But at least stay here, and you can all live safely, and you won't be subjected to..."

"No, Brother Xiaohai is very good, I won't go. You can go and cultivate with peace of mind, and I'll go cook. ”

She brought in a stack of dry firewood that had been piled up in the corner of the outside wall.

A simple iron pot hangs from a stand coiled with thick wire.

Hua Ming took the dozens of pieces of floating leaf grass handed over by Xiao Xiong and put them all into the iron pot.

The little fingers pinched the flint with difficulty but dexterity, and it took several attempts to barely make the fire.

She carefully rubbed the flint stone, and then moved her reddish fingers to the edge of the iron pot, and a very faint light green mist lingered on the floating leaf grass in the pot.

The leaves, which had been dry, regained some green, and the dark green stem stripes shimmered with clear light.

As the flame under the pot grows, the leaves gradually shrink and cling to the walls of the pot.

When she saw bubbles coming out of the bottom of the pot, she took the pot off the stand, took out a bowl that had been dyed green, and poured a little light green juice from the pot into the bowl.

Use chopsticks to pick the shriveled leaves into another bowl.

It was extracted three times in a row, and dozens of drops of green-dyed water were collected.

She put a bowl full of floating leaf grass mud into the pot and steamed it slightly for two minutes.

Dinner was ready.

Floating leaf grass is not a high-quality spiritual grass, with enough moisture, and the mud has a flushing taste, but it only needs a little bit to have a satiety effect.

She beckoned the skinny children to come over, each holding a small wooden stick with the skin peeled in his hand, rolling some floating leaf grass mud, and sitting next to him, eating in small bites, and cherishing them very much.

*

After returning to the hotel room, Luo Zhiyu went into the cave.

Although she placed some moonflowers in the room, and the air in the room was much fresher and more steamy, she still couldn't stand it.

The spiritual energy in the cave is abundant, the blue sky, and the noisy little spirit beasts, these are what real life should be.

Little Rabbit and Little Brown Bear have recovered from their injuries, and now they are leisurely squatting in a bright moon flower bush to collect bright moon flower spirit dew.

Luo Yuyu had also tried to drink the spirit dew that these little spirit beasts were particularly keen on accumulating, but she couldn't taste anything, she only felt that the taste was no different from ordinary water, just an extra breath of spirit grass and a rich aura.

There is a shallow spiritual spring in the small bamboo forest.

There are a few dreamy water lilies growing in the spring.

The spirit of the eight-grade spirit grass has a clear blue fluorescence, and there are many spirit butterflies gathering around to collect nectar.

"Altar, is the highest-level spirit grass in the cave mansion the eight-grade spirit grass?" She looked at the blue lotus flowers with fascination.

"The green vine fruit tree with a wood spirit fruit outside is, a nine-grade spirit plant, close to the tenth grade, which is already considered a fairy grass." The jar scratched a bamboo tree next to it, and the little paws were pink and tender.

"Host, you have to fight a little bit. Even the unpopular priesthood of the mountain god is blessed by the way of heaven, and the blessings are profound. Look at your cave, poor and sour. It's already a second-turn earth immortal, and there isn't a single immortal grass yet. Philip is barely okay, but it is a rui beast and its ability is limited. "The jar hates the sigh that iron is not steel.

"What can I do, I'm helpless."

Luo Yuyu thought about it, so he brought a wooden bucket by himself, went to fetch a few scoops of spiritual spring water, poured it in, and then condensed a bucket of water, ready to take a bath.

The jar was caught off guard and saw the girl undressing, and her eyes were about to come out of her sockets.

"You... How can you take a bath here. It shuddered.

"There is no one here, taking a bath in the bamboo forest, it's a good experience." Luo Yuyu spread her hair and began to unbutton her shirt.

"Wait a minute!!"

Luo Yuyu looked at the yelling hair ball suspiciously.

"I'm gone, you wash again, I'm a male beast." The jar retreated reservedly, ready to slip away.

"What? Aren't you a system customer service, a simulated little hairball? Hearing this, Luo Yuyu stopped the movement in his hand, and looked at the altar with three points of scrutiny, three points of light sleep, and four points of disbelief.

She seems to have connived at the altar and done a lot of large-scale things.