"What is this?"

Su Xuan frowned and muttered, lowered his head, and opened the yellowed pamphlets in his hand.

"Your sister!"

Su Xuan, who has always been quiet and polite, couldn't help but burst into foul language, which shows how agitated his mood is now.

He threw the things in his arms out, his face was red, and he roared angrily, "This is the seed you are talking about?!"

"Oh, my ancestor, what are you doing!"

Zhang Can and Tao Liubin hurriedly squatted down, and picked up the treasures scattered on the ground one by one with distressed faces, but when they saw the vivid and fragrant colorful paintings in the booklet, they couldn't help but slow down their movements, their faces flushed, their breathing was heavy, and they were obsessively immersed in it.

"You two, it's really ......"

For these two people, Su Xuan really didn't have anything to say at the moment, recalling that he had actually given them a glimmer of hope before, he shook his head, feeling that he was still too young.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he looked down at his hands.

Those booklets, the color of the skin is so sallow, it should not be ......

"Gross!"

Su Xuan retched a little, and immediately forced himself to stop the relevant associations, rushed out, and hurriedly washed his palms that looked very clean with cold water over and over again.

After a while, the water stains on his hands were dropped, and Su Xuan walked in with a depressed face, but he heard the two of them shouting "one hundred and twenty-four, one hundred and twenty-four" in their mouths like crazy people.

Su Xuan, who was still a teenager, couldn't help but ask curiously: "What is one hundred and twenty-four, what does this string of numbers mean?"

"This is the secret word of my generation, which represents praise. ”

The little fat man stretched out his thumb and looked at Zhang Can with admiration on his face.

"I didn't expect that the quality of the seeds in your collection is so high, I admire it to the extreme, one hundred and twenty-four!"

Zhang Can also stretched out his thumb, and also looked at Tao Liu Bin with admiration.

"Your seeds are not bad, they are varied, the flavors are complete, and you really benefit a lot from it, one hundred and twenty-four!"

"One hundred and twenty-four!"

The two looked at each other deeply, holding each other's hands tightly, and everything was silent.

"Crazy!"

Su Xuan decided not to pay attention to these two little friends who had already fallen into madness.

"I finally know now why you can't complete the tasks assigned by Deacon Du every day!"

Yes, how can you chop wood with weak hands and weak legs?

............

Early the next morning, Su Xuan was still separated from many miscellaneous servants, and walked down the mountain alone, carrying a wooden barrel.

It's just that before leaving, I looked at the two little friends who were pale and looked like they were overly prostrate, thinking that they would definitely not be able to eat dinner today.

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

Although it was the height of summer, it was still a late spring scenery on this mountain.

The blooming flowers seem to know that time is running out, and in this last time they bloom their most bewitching posture wantonly.

Butterflies, bees, and nectar are still collected tirelessly.

With a gentle breeze and shaded trees, there is a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Smelling the fragrance of the earth, bathing in the elegant fragrance of flowers, Su Xuan, walking on the mountain road, couldn't help but forget the attachment to the seeds of mental power in his heart, and forgot to devote himself to the natural beauty of this early morning.

Spreading his hands and closing his eyes, Su Xuan stood quietly.

For a moment, his mind flew and touched every corner. He seemed to be able to see a group of ants on the muddy ground diligently carrying food; The hamster nibbles the fruit, but behind it, a green flower snake spits out a letter and stares at it. He seemed to hear the whispering of the mountain breeze and the whispering of dew in the leaves.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and the headache that tormented him every night suddenly reappeared.

But frowning, tightly just frowning.

Strangely, he didn't seem to feel any pain.

It's as if this frowning teenager is not himself.

He looked at him in a trance.

If others perceive this scene, they will inevitably be frightened. This is because this is an inward view that only a practitioner can do, like an out-of-body soul, looking at oneself from the perspective of a spectator. However, the current Su Xuan is only a beginner who has not even stepped into the realm of physical movement, and he is not a cultivator at all. However, he can do it to this extent at the moment!

Su Xuan looked at himself, his body was as transparent as ever, and only dense meridians appeared on his body. And above his head, at this moment, it exudes a glass-like brilliance, reflecting his body holy and smooth.

"It turns out that in my mind, has a seed of telepathy been planted a long time ago?"

Su Xuan muttered, looking at the point of light that exuded a glazed color, his expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

The master would not act like this, so he is the only one who can do this kind of thing!

"Is that the man?"

Su Xuan remembered that finger and pointed it on his forehead, thus planting cause and effect.

"In this way, for three years, I have been tormented and given me a headache every night, and it is also because of you. ”

He lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"You have tormented me for so long, and you still want me to work hard to irrigate and help you take root, blossom and bear fruit, and flourish?"

Su Xuan said word by word.

"I won't ask for your stuff!"

His expression was resolute.

"I want to condense the seeds of mental power that belong only to me, and you don't want to control my life anymore!"

Su Xuan, who was in a fugue state, stretched out his ethereal palm and touched his head.

At this moment, all kinds of impossibilities become possible.

The palm that should not be able to touch any object, the head that should have been **hard, but Su Xuan did this, he simply stretched out his hand, and then held it, and grabbed the shining glass-colored point of light in the palm of his hand.

Warm, smooth and fragrant.

But in Su Xuan's eyes, he only saw blood, tears, and sins hidden deep in it!

Clenched his fists, the glass light suddenly shattered, turned into dots of fluorescence, and quietly drifted away from the gap between his palms.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing on the mountain road, the sky was dark, and there was a roar of thunder in the dull clouds.

This apocalyptic scene all pointed at the skinny Su Xuan, as if he was sentencing his crimes!

The various visions on the mountain path naturally alarmed the entire Fengtian Sect.

Li Dong, who was cultivating in the quiet room, had his eyes flashing, and he took the lead in flying into the air, looking at the apocalyptic punishment scene on the mountain road in the distance with solemn eyes.

"This coercion ......"

He wanted to rush over, but couldn't. Because of this world, the sudden rising pressure forced him to move an inch.

"Su Xuan?!"

Li Dong's expression changed suddenly, this point in time should be exactly when he went down the mountain to fetch water.

He gritted his teeth, his expression full of determination.

Reciting the Dharma silently in his mouth, his hands formed the Mystic Seal Method, and in the void, he slowly walked towards the mountain road.

Step by step, step by step.

Thousands of miles away.

Dakang, the holy city of Kyoto.

As the center of the entire human region, Kyoto is a bustling city. Even when the sky is slightly bright, the cries of street vendors are already coming and going.

Outside the majestic imperial city, there is such a street. The people who can live on this street are either rich or expensive. Every day, there are many talented people who want to pay homage door-to-door, hoping to soar and show their ambitions. But there are very few successful people.

And the Qianwang Mansion is located on this Wanglong Road.

Dakang, the surname is Zhao. King Qian, naturally, is also surnamed Zhao.

Speaking of Zhao Qian, the great Kyoto is known to everyone, and no one knows it.

He began to practice at the age of 10 and entered the battlefield alone at the age of 14. Raise demons in the north, fight demons in the west, and make great achievements. After the Central Plains was settled, he resigned from all his positions without hesitation and stayed at home. It was only because he really couldn't stand the hard demands of today's saints that he took a spare post in the military department.

And this rumored prince, who has already stepped into the extreme realm of cultivation, is being pulled by a little girl by the hair without any majestic image at the moment.

"Uncle, tell me quickly, did you hide other people's little red flowers?"

The little girl climbed on Zhao Gan's body, her delicate little hands pulled a strand of his hair hanging down to her shoulders, thinking that her expression was fierce, but in fact, she was indescribably cute and cute.

Little Red Flower is just a white rabbit she raised, as for why the white rabbit is called Little Red Flower, maybe only this little girl who makes King Qian's helpless will know.

Zhao Gan's face was unruly, but his tone was very gentle, thinking that I am a dignified prince, and I will hide your little white rabbit when I am bored.

But before he could explain so, Zhao Gan's brows were slightly condensed, looking at the sky in the southeast direction, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised a strange arc.

"Interesting. ”