"Grunt," more and more bubbles came out of the salt lake, and the bubbles got bigger and bigger, and finally, the big and small bubbles came together.

Under the cover of night, it was pitch black, and the gurgling of bubbles had stopped at this moment.

Above the muddy salt lake, a fist-sized bubble condensed, and the bubble emitted a faint light.

It slowly rose, and then pinned down the roots of Xiaocha's raised system like a mischief, as if it was demonstrating or begging for mercy.

The lake spirit has no form, it is what it condenses, it is what it is, the bubbles are it, the mud is also it, the large and small dead branches and leaves on the edge of the salt lake are also it, it exists in every part of the salt lake boundary.

The lake spirit floated to the canopy of the tree, and as it slowly rose, the bubbles also wrapped a leaf of Xiaocha, and the leaf fell off into the bubbles.

As it ascends, the leaf tosses and turns in the bubbles, up and down, but there is no change.

Xiao Cha and An Xin watched it rise in front of them, and the bubble still wanted to surround An Xin, and Xiao Cha immediately raised the branches on the side.

If you dare to open your mouth, you can try, I can't beat you to death.

The bubbles wobbly rested on the branches outside the recliner and steadied there, wrapped around a leaf.

Xiao Cha saw that Hu Ling wanted to pretend to be dead again, and a branch rose again, and An Xin heard Hu Ling's voice, which was as crisp as a child.

[Oh, isn't this the little tea tree that guards our salt lake, what's the matter, something to do with the god of this lake? 】

[Don't pretend to be stupid for me, the Phantom Butterfly clan has obviously left, why are there still water worms to feed them.

Don't forget what you promised me, you secretly gave Ren Gallium that old man a broken thing before, and I know it.

Do you still want to live the days when someone worships, wake up, the Qing Dynasty is dead.

You are now just a lake spirit of a salt lake, and now that the salt lake has become like this, a mud lake, you can also leisurely go to the layout between humans.

Are you idle and panicked, you are idle, don't you know how to use spiritual power to make up for the root of the salt lake? 】

The more Xiao Cha talked, the more resentful she became, the reason why she had to stay here was because of the inaction of this lake spirit, in the past, there was a small temple in the salt lake dedicated to the lake god.

The temple was demolished more than 100 years ago, and it had to become a lake spirit.

Originally, there was no god position, the lake spirit was the lake spirit, and he still refused to admit it.

Don't think she doesn't know, that Ren Gallium is the back hand it gets, otherwise why would other humans avoid it, and that old man would come every now and then.

[Oh, you say this, this god is too boring, you can't have fun, you have found your master, then you just go.]

Anyway, the salt lake can't dry up, and just the appearance of this mud lake makes the gods more pure. 】

An Xin didn't say anything rashly, these things need to be handled by Xiaocha herself, she just needs to wait here.

It's good to have a backdrop.

She saw the tree soaking there, you coming and going, spraying each other.

From their words, she learned a lot.

For example, the salt lake became a mud lake, not because of the weather.

Ren Gallium, that old man, is so arrogant, also because of the lake spirit.

And Xiaocha stayed here to wait for her, also because there was still a salt lake.

……

Finally, Xiao Cha couldn't bear it anymore and directly took the lake spirit away as the end, and unilaterally ended talking, they finished arguing, and An Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

[Xiaocha, I'll lie here and rest. 】

[Master, stay in the salt lake, don't go to the salt lake base, it's not good there.

Lack of food? Master, there are no more fish here in the salt lake, there are some animals, but those who fail to cultivate are not good to eat. 】

[Don't worry, I planted things in the space, and I also raised some chickens, ducks and geese, which are enough to eat. 】

[Okay, master, you rest, I'll guard you.] 】

An Xin took out a quilt and covered it on himself, at night, there is no moonlight, if the cultivation is with the help of the power of the moonlight, it will be better.

Since you don't have it, you can't force it, and you can cultivate by lying down like this.

The aura was invisibly absorbed by An Xin, making Xiaocha also feel as if she was still under the sun, warm and comfortable, and every leaf of her was stretched.

The root system of the small tea no longer covers the entire salt lake, but only coils on the east side of the salt lake.

The insects that were originally sheltered by Xiaocha under the root system could only rush into the muddy lake, but the moment they touched the mud by the lake, they were mercilessly bounced away by the lake spirit.

The lake spirit doesn't like these low-level bugs, but he still uses them to do things.

The bugs were hit by small bubbles that popped up from the salt lake again, and the bubbles were big and small, depending on the luck of the bugs.

There is an Xin traction aura, which makes the small movements of the lake spirit more smooth.

Most of these bugs are, earthworms, beetles, seven-star ladybugs, pine caterpillars, etc.

The most are the above, and the rest of the bugs are directly overwhelmed by the burden when they are baptized by bubbles, and they explode and die.

The bugs were wrapped in bubbles and headed in the direction of the base of the salt lake.

They rolled in a straight line, and there was originally a small tea in the middle of the route, but those bubbles deliberately rolled in a large oblique circle to bypass the small tea.

Naturally, the people who cultivated in the tent under the canopy of the small tea tree also avoided the invasion of insects.

There is still some distance between the salt lake and the salt lake base, but these bugs wrapped in bubbles roll up, dozens of times faster than those bugs crawl.

In just over an hour, like a high-speed car, the bugs arrived at the gate of the salt lake base.

The bubbles burst and disappeared into nothingness.

The bugs plunged headlong into the soil as if they had eaten a pill.

Early the next morning, An Xin successfully absorbed the Hongmeng purple gas in the morning, and also saw the rapid growth of Xiaocha's leaves.

is also for that trace of Hongmeng purple gas, but the hanging branch that she stretched out to pick up Hongmeng purple qi is not the one where Xiaocha automatically dropped the leaves yesterday and asked An Xin to put it away?

[Xiaocha, the Hongmeng purple gas you absorbed is used to raise leaves? 】

[Yes, master, I'll keep it for you!] But don't worry, every time I raise a leaf, I will use the rest for refining, and I won't waste it. 】

[You, silly little tea, no wonder you haven't been able to promote the spirit plant until now, didn't your eldest brother and sister tell you, Hongmeng purple qi will only play its due role if it is refined together.

If you divide more than half of it, the little bit that is left won't help you cultivate at all.

Then you can still cultivate to this realm, you, isn't it very hard, Xiaocha. 】

An Xin looked at Xiaocha and felt very sour in his heart, just for the hanging leaves.

Xiao Cha would rather spend more energy on cultivation, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi that was originally used every morning was worth her hard work in a day's cultivation.

After all, Xiaocha has not yet become a spirit plant, and she has done her best for herself as the master.

However, An Xin felt very uncomfortable, she was not the real owner of Xiaocha after all, and what qualifications did she have to enjoy the tea leaves that took her hard work.

An Xin decided that after the tea was made in the processing workshop, she would make a cup for An's father and Qi's mother every day, and she would make some delicious refreshments to accompany it.

As for herself, she shouldn't have enjoyed it.