The fly in the ointment is that these stones are too few, and they are enough for five or six times of cultivation, and it is not easy to collect, it would be good to be able to pick out one of a thousand high-grade stones.

So Nangong Xiao put them in a jade box, kept them carefully, and used them when they hit the bottleneck.

Then he took out the quaint brush and observed it carefully.

Although this pen is used all year round, the pen has not fallen off at all, the length and thickness of the dark brown barrel are uniform, and the surface is as cool as jade, and there is no trace of roughness under the touch.

Nangong Xiao held the pen in one hand and slowly poured mana into it, and the brush changed little by little.

At first, the color of the pen barrel changed from dark to bright, and then it appeared to be brilliant, and then a small stream of cyan glow erupted from the ear of the pen, which gently shrouded the right hand holding the pen.

Suddenly, he felt that his control of spiritual power had become simple and smooth, and he could more easily regulate the flow and speed of spiritual power.

Then a circle of tiny and incomprehensible white runes appeared on the tip of the pen, which seemed quite agile.

On a whim, Nangong Xiao walked to the desk, dipped the pen on the inkstone, and wrote a few big characters on the white rice paper, "A lifetime of leisure".

He leaned over to observe his results, originally his own calligraphy was already good, at this time to write down, between the words flowed out of the rich aura, it seems to be very smart, if you take it out, the appraiser will be amazed, it will be listed as everyone's best work.

However, Nangong Xiao understands that although his calligraphy attainments are good, there is still a certain distance from everyone, and the reason why this is so is because this pen pours his own mana into the words, so that his works have a trace of spirituality. However, after all, the trick is a trick, and he estimates that this trace of spirituality should dissipate in three or five days.

Nangong Xiao was very curious about the true use of this pen, anyway, it couldn't really be used by monks to write and paint, it must have a more wonderful function. At this time, he inadvertently found that three fly-headed ancient characters appeared at the barrel of the pen, "Liuxian Pen".

"So your name is quite loud." Nangong Xiao chuckled and muttered to himself. But what he didn't realize was really an exaggeration. Because he felt that he had not stimulated the effect of this treasure in the eleventh, and when the realm was high in the future, it should give him more surprises.

It's a pity that this Liuxian pen should not be used as a fighting method, which makes Nangong Xiao's mind of holding the judge's pen in his hand and breaking the book of life and death come to naught.

With his mind in mind, he put away the pen and prepared to go to the flower bed to see the growth of the spirit grass and transplant the spirit grass seedlings that had just arrived. Suddenly, I felt weak under my feet and dizzy. Frightened, Nangong Xiao immediately meditated on his knees, sank into the dantian, and looked inward.

This look doesn't matter, it made Nangong Xiao's ice face show a rare shocked expression, although it was fleeting, but it also showed the seriousness of the matter. Just now he found out that his mana had been consumed, and he really didn't expect this pen to consume mana so much, this was still when he didn't use it, but just made a simple attempt.

What's even more frightening is that this happened unknowingly. Immediately he thought of the cyan glow. It seems that this light also has advantages and disadvantages, although it is like an auxiliary spell to help you better use your spiritual power, but it also shields your own mana perception, so that you inadvertently consume a lot of mana.

It seems that with his current cultivation, this pen seems to be too chicken. Nangong Xiao thought helplessly.

An hour later, Nangong Xiao got up from his meditation, and the mana of his whole body recovered about eighty percent, which was also thanks to the increase in the density of the surrounding aura in the flower bed, which had such an effect.

He stepped into the room where the flower beds were placed, and frowned slightly. Recently, he has occasionally eaten spirit grass to cultivate, and his speed has been more than ten times faster than before, and now he is already in the middle of the fifth layer. But the problem is serious again, the supply of spirit grass is too small.

Although Qian Baocai offered more than ten spirit grass seedlings this time, he also explained that this was obtained by searching the entire Lucheng, and there would not be enough to make up such a number in the future. Even if Qian Baocai's power expands in the future, I am afraid that the collected spirit grass will not increase much, which means that he is in danger of "running out of food" in the near future.

If he wants to go to the Yunxi Mountain Range again, with his current level, it is also dangerous, and he doesn't want to risk his life easily. Next time, who knows if there will be such good luck.

It would be nice if the spirit grass could produce seeds on its own, Nangong Xiao thought with a sigh.

But in fact, these spirit grasses only bloom and do not bear fruit, and he has tried artificial pollination, but there is no effect. I also thought about catching butterflies, bees and other flying insects and letting them collect nectar, so as to achieve the purpose of pollination.

However, this plan is also not satisfactory. Whether it is a bee or a butterfly, it seems that as long as it absorbs the nectar of a spirit flower, it will explode and die, after the experiment of the past few days, the hundreds of bees and butterflies that they have caught have not been spared, and the broken corpses are densely spread on a layer of flower beds.

Nangong Xiao, who was in a hurry, really felt a little scratching his ears and cheeks. Now that I think about it, this may be because the nectar is rich in aura, but it is too chaotic, so that the flesh of these mortal bees and butterflies can't withstand these aura, so they explode and die.

Nangong Xiao's brows tightened slightly, it seems that only by finding some spirit insects can he complete pollination, but where can he get these spirit insects? Shangyunxi Mountain? I couldn't even find a demon beast last time, but I can still find a spirit worm?

Wait, his eyes were slightly stunned, and a light flashed, remembering the strange insect he had captured in the black forest. How did he forget it, Nangong Xiao was happy in his heart, but then he sank again, how could he have been in the past for nearly a month since he returned from Yunxi Mountain, and no matter how powerful the insect was, he was afraid that he would suffocate and starve to death. Thinking of this, Nangong Xiao hurriedly flew out of the secret room and brought back the wooden box containing the strange insects from his room as quickly as possible.

Nangong Xiao returned to the secret room, quickly opened the wooden box, and looked inside, and the strange insect was lying motionless at the bottom of the box. Nangong Xiao was unwilling to desperately scan the strange insect with his divine sense, and finally found that the strange insect still had a subtle breath, and he was overjoyed, and his finger lightly touched the strange insect's body, slowly injecting his natal vitality into it. He didn't dare to be careless at all, manipulating his divine sense, dividing the vitality thinner than a hair, and pouring it in little by little.

After a cup of tea, Nangong Xiao's forehead was sweating like beans, even his ice face was obviously showing a weak look, he was panting heavily, and his face was as white as paper. Although this operation did not lose much vitality, the consumption of divine consciousness was huge, if it wasn't for his divine consciousness far exceeding that of monks of the same level, it was really important to say whether he could persist until the end.

But these are nothing, I saw that the strange insect woke up and found the flowers on the flower bed, and the strange insect flashed its wings and staggered over. Stopping at a spirit flower, he began to greedily devour the nectar, eating one and then flying to the other. In less than a pillar of incense, the nectar of the five spirit flowers was cleanly harvested. And in an open place in the flower bed, digging earth to build a nest, and soon moved in.

Nangong Xiao shifted his gaze and looked at the five spirit flowers, two of which showed signs of flowers and knots, and they should be able to get the seeds in less than two days, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.