"You, what are you going to do?" the little hot girl quietly grasped the handle of the gun with both hands and slowly stepped back.

Ximen Jing shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let's open the skylight and say something, how can you reveal that matter, I don't have time to talk to you blindly, give a happy word." ”

The little hot girl grabbed the mineral water bottle and smashed it out in Ximen Jing's face: "You, you dare to say it!"

Ximen Jing turned his head to avoid it, and looked at her-for-tat: "You, you are a big lady who has been spoiled, that matter is not right for me, I will give you a chance today, I won't fight back, you just come, after today, we will treat no one as if we have never seen anyone." ”

The little hot girl rolled up her sleeves and approached her: "This is what you said if you don't fight back, you are not allowed to tell my parents." ”

"When I'm a three-year-old, do I still sue my parents?"

"Turn around, don't look!"

Stretching out her head and shrinking her head is also a knife, Ximen Jing didn't believe how ruthless she could be, it was a big deal to get a few small pink punches on her back, turned around according to her words, and faced the outside of the mountain road, and carried the spiritual power cloth on her back. He underestimated the hatred of the little hot girl, this girl didn't do it at all, but raised her foot and kicked it, kicking on Ximen Jing's ass.

Ximen Jing only felt a huge force attacking, lost his balance in an instant, and fell forward. Coincidentally, the mountain road under his feet was built along a mountain stream. This kick made him soar like a cloud, fell from the mountain road, and fell into the mountain stream.

At the moment of volleying, Ximen Jing hurriedly spread the aura outside his body, held his head in his hands, curled up his legs, bent over like a bow, and protected the vital points of his body.

Fortunately, the mountain stream is not deep, there is no water in it in winter, and there is more than half a meter of deep snow. Rao was like this, and he was dizzy for a while.

After a while, he relieved his breath, got up and looked up, it was more than three meters high from the mountain road above, and there were many low bushes on both sides, so it should not be difficult to climb up.

He didn't rush to climb up, at this moment, the little demon star hadn't left yet, and if he couldn't get it, he was not afraid of fighting, but he was afraid of fighting with girls, especially beautiful girls.

After a while, there was a cry from the little hot girl: "Hey, you're okay, don't scare me, this ditch is not deep, I'll go down to fish in the summer, feed Ximenjing!"

Ximen Jing naturally ignored her, at this moment he was attracted by the aura in this mountain stream, the intensity of the aura here far exceeded that in the mountain village, but it was slightly inferior to Qiuhong Valley.

"Ximen Jing, did you hear it, answer, I'll pull you up, Ximen Jing, you say something!"

Under the mountain stream, Ximen Jing raised his head and snorted coldly, and said in his heart: "The fool only agreed, and he pulled me up, if you don't throw stones, you are doing good deeds and accumulating virtue!"

Could it be that the water really flows to a low place, and in the low-lying place, the aura is rich? The mountain stream is not wide, only three or four meters, but it is very long and swarthy, and you can't see the end. Ximen Jing opened his spiritual eyes and looked into the distance, and suddenly a bright spot appeared in his field of vision like a bright light in the dark night.

The aura around the highlights is even stronger, almost condensed into an air mass, slowly drifting around. Ximen Jing's heart trembled, and he hurriedly ran over there.

The place was covered with snow, bare rocks and dirt, and a strange plant grew in the middle. The plant is more than half a foot tall, with seven or eight green leaves, and a milky white trumpet-shaped flower blooms at the top, and a faint aura wafts outward from the flower buds.

When you look closer, you can see that the plant doesn't grow in the dirt, but that its roots grow on something like cow dung.

Ximen Jing was taking a closer look, and suddenly found that there was also an identical plant next to him, but the flower at the top had not yet bloomed. Could it be that the aura of this place has something to do with these plants? As if the heavens wanted to confirm Ximen Jing's conjecture, at this moment, the trumpet flower on the top of the next plant opened with a pop.

As the petals bloomed, a thick aura that almost condensed into substance gushed out, quickly drifting into the night sky like mist and smoke, and there were still wisps of aura overflowing from the buds, but gradually decreasing.

"Pregnant Lingxian Zhi!" Ximen Jing almost screamed.

This plant is recorded in the records of the spiritualists. It is called the pregnant Lingxian Zhi, it is a strange ancient wonder, it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon to give birth to the aura, when the aura is full, it is the flowering period, and so after the flowers, continue to give birth to the aura, so repeatedly, it is one of the few rare species that can produce aura.

There is a word for mushroom in its name, but it is not Ganoderma lucidum, let alone a fungus. However, it has the dual characteristics of fungi and plants, which can grow by photosynthesis, can also decay and absorb nutrients like saprophytes, and even more importantly, it can reproduce by dispersing spores. That's why it's called the word wonderful.

It stands to reason that such a powerful life should have spread all over the world a long time ago, but in fact, on the contrary, this species has long been extinct, and the records of the spirits are also transcribed from the ancient books.

If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes today, Ximen Jing wouldn't have believed that there could be such a miraculous thing in the world.

The discovery of this kind of artifact is equivalent to developing an inexhaustible spiritual energy deposit, and from now on, Ximen Jing will no longer have to worry about the lack of spiritual energy, and his hands trembled a little with excitement.

He didn't move the Pregnant Spirit Immortal Mushroom, but walked forward along the mountain stream. From time to time, the voice of the little hot girl was heard intermittently, and Ximen Jing said vulgarly, shout, this barren mountain and wild mountains, no one will pay attention to you if you break your throat.

Walking one hundred and ten meters, on this road, Ximen Jing successively found five or six identical Xianzhi, large or small, lush or sparse, some born at the bottom of the stream, and some on the cliff.

There are so many Xianzhi in such a short road, just imagine how many mountain streams can there be, and how many mountain streams can there be in the entire Liumang Mountain? This is simply an astronomical amount that cannot be estimated. There are so many immortal mushrooms, no wonder there are so many auras here.

Why these immortal mushrooms that should have been extinct long ago grew in Liumang Mountain, and why the aura gathered in Qiuhong Valley, was a bigger mystery shrouded in Ximen Jing's heart.

It seems that his guess is correct, this mountain is a place where a huge secret is hidden. To find out these secrets, you have to take a lot of time and personally travel through the mountains.

When he walked back, Ximen Jing carefully picked five or six strains of Pregnant Lingxian Zhi, and also dug up two large pieces of cow dung-like things. What is really valuable is not the sendox plant, but the 'cow dung' on its rhizome, which is the seed of the spores, and with them they can have as many senzhi as they want.

After a while, Ximen Jing returned to the place where he fell, listened carefully, but couldn't hear the voice of the little hot girl, and the people around him didn't breathe, presumably this girl was impatient and went back first.

The steep slope of several meters high naturally could not be difficult for the Ximen officials, and without the help of any tools, he climbed up after dividing five by two. Just showed up, but heard an elderly man's voice coming: "It's not easy to find you!"

ps: This wolf has written more than 70 chapters of heavy snow, and today I finally look forward to the snowflakes fluttering, is it easy......? In the future, the shadow plans to write more banknotes, so let's go and prepare big baskets and baskets!