"Oops!

In the Lingsang forest of the main peak of Qingyun Mountain, Feng Ruo wanted to cry and look at the nine huge white silkworm cocoons in front of him without tears, after he came back from the east peak all the way, he was the first to see the nine snow spirit silkworms, but unfortunately because he was intercepted by the silver spider for a period of time, the nine snow spirit silkworms could not eat the spirit mulberry leaves, and as a result, the snow silk that should have been spit out was cocooned and entered a state of sleep.

Now, if Feng Ruo does not complete this season's tasks, he is more likely to get into big trouble, because once the snow spirit silkworm forms a cocoon, it is possible to break the pupa into a butterfly and advance to the second-level spirit beast snow spirit butterfly, but not every snow spirit silkworm can be advanced, and there may not be a snow spirit butterfly in a hundred, and the consequence of not being able to advance is death.

It is precisely because of this that the Qingyun Sect has always strictly forbidden three generations of disciples to let the Snow Spirit Silkworm form a cocoon without authorization in order to obtain the Snow Spirit Butterfly, and under normal circumstances, only after feeding some special elixirs, the probability of the Snow Spirit Silkworm advancing will be greatly increased.

Feng Ruo's nine snow spirit silkworms naturally didn't have the opportunity to take those special elixirs, not to mention that they were starved for many days, it can be said that in this case, there is no possibility of advancing at all, and the final result is that they all die!

"It's over, a snow spirit silkworm seed is ten low-grade Five Element Stones, nine, that's ninety low-grade Five Element Stones! And this is simply the price of a white-feathered crane! How can I afford it?" Feng Ruo said to himself helplessly.

After thinking about it, Feng Ruo still decided that it would be better to take the initiative to confess, because now he can't run away even if he wants to, and without a flying mount, he can't get past the cliff of Qingyun Mountain at all.

After cleaning up his mood, Feng Ruo went to the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect nervously, Qingyun Sect is responsible for recovering snow silk and fragrant spirit rice, it is an old woman who doesn't know how old she is, her face is full of wrinkles, messy white hair, and a black cloak, it is really eerie and terrifying, every time she sees this ghost-like old woman, Feng Ruo has to be afraid.

In fact, it is not only Feng Ruo who is afraid of this old woman, like Qu Feng Kongfei, they are even more afraid of death, because they have been in contact with the old woman since they were children, and their fear of her has long been deeply implanted in their hearts.

And what's even more disgusting is that all the rice crackers in Qingyun Sect are made and distributed by this old woman herself, and the reason why Feng Ruo hates rice crackers so much is because of the old woman's palms like withered branches, even if he thinks about it, his hairs will stand on end!

The place where the old woman lived was not in the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect, but in a small valley not far away.

The scenery in this valley is very pleasant, a small stream flows through it, in this valley it merges into a small lake like a mirror, on both sides of the stream, there is a beautiful bamboo forest, groups of butterflies fluttering gracefully, giving people the feeling at first sight, this is like a fairyland on earth, but everyone knows that this place is more like a devil's lair.

Feng Ruo walked along the bluestone path in the bamboo forest with trepidation, and at the same time looked at the group of colorful butterflies that were constantly circling above his head with some trepidation, not because he had the means to attract bees and butterflies, but because he was being watched.

These butterflies look harmless to humans and animals, in fact, they are called Caiyun Butterflies, they belong to the second-level spirit beasts, their surnames are irritable and cruel, they like to eat blood, and usually the objects they attack will eventually become a dry corpse, and unfortunately, these Caiyun butterflies are domesticated by the old woman.

It is precisely because of this that Feng Ruo decided to confess and be lenient, he really didn't dare to imagine the tragic scene of being chased and killed by a group of colorful cloud butterflies.

Turning a corner, the road ahead suddenly opens up, the quiet small lake appears in the eye, not far from the lake is a delicate bamboo building, under the bamboo building is a variety of flowers in full bloom, the rich fragrance of flowers wafts in the air.

But in the midst of such a beautiful view, a black shadow sitting there in great disharmony, like a black skeleton.

Feng Ruo is not a timid person, in the past ten years of battlefield killing, he has killed hundreds of enemies, but after seeing this old woman at this moment, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, and even the hairs on his back stood up.

"Uh-uh, late-junior-see-see-senior!" If he was far away, he stammered and saluted.

"Crunch!" A very clear sound of bones rubbing sounded, and the old woman turned her head slowly, glanced at Feng Ruo with those eyes that seemed to be full of ghost fire, and then said in a hoarse and dry voice: "Hand it over!"

Feng Ruo had heard this voice two or three times, if it was usual, he only needed to hand over the snow silk obediently, and then he could slip away, but now he didn't have a single snow silk!

"Back - back to the predecessors, the snow silk - gone. Feng Ruo had the courage to say cautiously, but the voice was getting quieter and quieter, and he could almost foresee what kind of storm he would suffer, or simply be sucked into a dry corpse by those colorful cloud butterflies!

But the old woman didn't say anything, as if she hadn't heard Feng Ruo's words, and for a while, the vicinity of the small lake became extremely quiet.

Finally, just when Feng Ruo was in a cold sweat and didn't know what to do, the old woman said slowly: "It's the snow spirit silkworm cocooning! Every time you use mana to nourish for an hour, it may be possible to hatch a snow spirit butterfly, and then you can offset the merits, otherwise, you owe this sect ninety Five Element Stones, go down!"

"Yes, thank you seniors for your advice!" Feng Ruo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect this old woman to be so easy to talk to, but he didn't think much about it at the moment, so he hurriedly saluted respectfully, and then retreated carefully.

And it wasn't until Feng Ruo's figure disappeared that the corners of the old woman's chapped mouth moved, and she said to herself: "Hehe! It's already the early stage of qi refining, this kid is a little interesting!"

Feng Ruo naturally didn't know what the old woman said about him, after turning the corner, he ran out all the way out as if he had seen a ghost, until he escaped from the valley in one breath, he was greatly relieved, no way, even though he was now in the early stage of qi refining, and officially stepped into the ranks of cultivators, he still had a fear from the bottom of his heart when facing the old woman!

"Alas, it's really hard to imagine how those three generations of disciples of the Qingyun Sect survived!" Feng Ruo couldn't help but sigh, "However, that old woman doesn't seem to be unreasonable, and she even thought of a way for herself to nourish with mana, hey! Fortunately, her current mana has increased greatly, otherwise wouldn't the nine snow spirit silkworms have to squeeze themselves dry?"

"Huh, why don't you put those nine snow spirit silkworms next to the wood spirit stone!" Feng Ruo's mind suddenly flashed with a flash of inspiration, this can be regarded as a matter of killing two birds with one stone, because the spiritual energy emitted by the wood spirit stone is extremely abundant, and as long as it does not cut off the connection with those tree roots, the spiritual energy it possesses will not be exhausted, and as for his own cultivation, it will not be delayed!

Thinking of this, Feng Ruo couldn't help but dance a little brows, because if this was the case, the probability of the nine snow spirit silkworms advancing to the snow spirit butterfly would undoubtedly increase greatly, and when the time came, he only needed to hand over a snow spirit butterfly to the old woman, and the rest of the snow spirit butterflies would be kept and fed by himself, which belonged to the second-level spirit beast!

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