Two months later, a majestic high mountain, the green peak in the clouds and mist between the misty mist misty mist, occasionally the sound of birds and beasts, fairy spirit fluttering.

"Dead again!"

A mournful cry like a roar pierced the clouds high, disturbing the tranquility of the fairyland, startling a group of birds and finches to fly.

The flock of birds, which had been fed by the aura for a long time, gave birth to some wisdom, and found that there was no danger, and landed on the branches of the bushes with dissatisfaction, and the puzzled little bean eyes looked at the strange nun on the ground.

For more than 20 days in a row, this strange nun came here every day to fiddle with the dirt and flowers, and read something to the gods, and for most of the day, she cried out like this, counting, at least ten times.

Scared the birds to death.

It's a pity that the strange nun can't understand the chirping and cursing of the birds, and she is squatting on the ground with her legs crossed, dragging on the mud floor without pity, dressed in a white and pure sect uniform.

"What went wrong?"

She asked herself how to water and loosen the soil and swallow the spiritual energy...... They all came step by step according to the exercises, so I begged my grandfather to tell my grandmother to bring them back to life. But why can't it be planted?

The nun was fair-skinned, a pair of handsome distant eyebrows were tangled into a ball of hemp, and her jet-black hair was grabbed into a bird's nest by her distressed. The slender neck also wears a jade neck ring with bells and whistles, and the golden silk acacia flowers are in full bloom and starry, which looks particularly rich and compelling.

It was Zhang Zheng who was practicing in the Thirteen Veins Mountain two months ago.

As for why she was practicing, but she went to the mountains to water flowers and grass? It's a long story, but it's easy to summarize.

In short, the "Recipe for Neutralizing and Rejuvenating" is a bit similar to the general domineering side leakage exercises.

In addition to guiding the operation of aura and cultivating supreme strength, it is also necessary to find treasures with specific attributes or functions to supplement cultivation. This is the same as the Recipe for Neutralization and Transformation, but the slight difference is that it does not need to go out of its way to find rare treasures, only some materials that can be seen everywhere.

The cultivator of "The Recipe for Neutralization and Rebirth" unexpectedly complements Zhang Zheng's Tao, perhaps this is the will of heaven in the underworld.

And the first and easiest step for this seminarian is to nurture life.

Zhang Zheng thought that this would take less than two days, after all, there is no restriction on the variety of exercises, which means that even if it is just an ordinary mortal grass, it can be ripened with aura, and it stands to reason that the mortal grass can grow in one or two days.

If you can't cultivate, you can't grow vegetables.

At the beginning, she followed the old beggar to beg, went to many farmers' homes, helped people dig the ground, and sowed seeds, and later, in order to survive, she plowed all the wild vegetables in the nearby three mountains.

I've never eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run Mo.

Zhang Zheng was full of confidence, and according to the exercises, he used aura to catalyze the sapling, thinking that a flourishing small tree would be visible in two days.

As a result, two days later, the sapling, which had been strong, became weak overnight, and the leaves were gone, the branches withered, and the roots died.

An accident was not enough to break her psychology, and in the next ten days, she changed flowers, grasses, saplings, wild valleys, and spiritual plants with aura, and even worked hard day and night to guard them.

Without exception, if you persist for only two or three days, you will inevitably die.

This is not a small blow.

Zhang Zheng even wondered if he was born without the talent to grow vegetables.

Just like the dead spirit grass in the ground, her mood is also drooping, and her grief is greater than her heart dying.

Forget it, don't be in a hurry......

Zhang Zheng comforted himself as he dug up the dead spirit grass and threw it to the curious birds on the tree. After all, it was she who had watered the spiritual grass with her spiritual energy for so long, and even if she died, there was still a little pure spiritual power left in her body, which was a good thing for birds and beasts with half-open spiritual intelligence.

A smart and strong little bird quickly took the spirit grass away, and the birds chased it and flapped its wings away.

There is one more day, and the March tour of the cave should be over, and finally practice again to experience the washing of this rich aura.

Zhang Zheng stood up slowly, pretended to pat the mud stained on his clothes, and straightened his hairstyle.

In the short term, she didn't have the money to rent a cave here.

The next day, Zhang Zheng left the Thirteen Veins Mountain and went back to the courtyard first.

I didn't see the two little girls in the same hospital, they hadn't yet drawn their qi into their bodies, so they should have gone to the teaching hall to listen to the lectures of the senior brothers and sisters.

It was not embarrassing to face each other, Zhang Zheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's because when I was a child, I was forced to curry favor with others with clever words, but I often attracted beatings, scolding, and dislikes, and then I didn't like to talk to people anymore, and slowly, I became bad at socializing with people.

In the yard, the laurel tree grows very thick, the branches and leaves are lush and green, and the clusters of small golden flowers are dotted among them, and they bloom vividly and vigorously.

Zhang Zheng stood under the tree, looked up in a trance for a long time, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know where to fall, until an osmanthus flower just fell on the tip of her nose, and the shallow cinnamon fragrance drilled through her nose, and fell into the tip of her heart, which made her heart tremble, which was the decay of life, so fragrant, so beautiful, it made people tremble.

She has experienced all kinds of ways and glimpsed the avenue, which is also slowly influencing her, making her get closer to the road little by little.

For some reason, in this trance-like trembling, Zhang Zheng picked up the osmanthus flower on the tip of his nose by surprise, and right here, under this flourishing laurel tree, dug a small pit and buried the small flower.

Will it have a blooming day?

Zhang Zheng woke up from his trance, smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked a strange question.

Let's try again. Zhang Zheng thought so, and took a mundane weed from the storage bag, the vitality of the weeds is the most tenacious, the corners of the wall, the ruins of the stone slabs can drill a way out, but in Zhang Zheng's hands tragically suffered a grassy Waterloo.

She also tried not to run the exercises to plant, but it was indeed possible to survive, but this was not beneficial to her, what she needed was to use the exercises to grow and live one thing!

While lamenting, he skillfully dug pits and planted grass with skillful movements in his hands, and then ran the exercises to slowly linger on the pure aura.

A set of operations is smooth, and she looks like a fairy wind and is idle, and it is not a shame that she has planted it so many times, at least it looks full.

Martial arts arena.

This is the second time Zhang Zheng has come to the martial arts arena, the first time is to test the outside door to see others fighting on stage, but this time he has to play by himself.

In order to facilitate the disciples to choose the object of the competition, and also to motivate the disciples to go further in the fighting method. A huge screen was erected in the middle of the martial arts arena, which displayed the rankings of the disciples who had participated in the martial arts arena in the past five years, from high to low, with a total of only 100 rankings.

There are thousands of disciples in the outer gate, and those who can be on the list are all strong in the outer gate.

Zhang Zheng just came to find a fellow disciple to compete to make up for the disciple test she missed before, and none of the heroes on this list were what she could imagine.

She is very self-aware of her own strength, and it is impossible to challenge the next level, and there is only a fifty-five chance of winning in the same level.

Who should you look for?

Zhang Zheng watched five competitions in a row, and estimated his strength with the same door on the stage, the gap is not big, if he does his best, the chances of winning can be on the seventh floor.

If you count the cultivation of solidity and the experience of fighting with demon beasts, Zhang Zheng is sure that he can definitely be among the best in his class. But the fighting method is not only about these two things, the cultivation of the same level, but more about spells and equipment.

"Senior Sister Zhang, are you also here to find someone to compete?"

Just as Zhang Zheng was thinking, a gentle but familiar voice approached from a distance.

The pitiful face of the little jasper, with a pair of slender willow eyebrows frowning slightly as if worried, isn't it Tan Ying.

I can't see the cultivation of the person who came clearly, it seems that after many years of absence, her cultivation has increased a lot.

Because of the trip to the cave, Zhang Zheng felt inexplicably better about Tan Ying, so he replied coldly: "The outer door is only about cultivation, Senior Sister Tan should not call me that."

Tan Ying saw her indifference, and bent her lips indifferently, but with a sad look on her face, she said, "Why is Senior Sister Zhang so different from Yingying?"

When did I get acquainted with you? Zhang Zheng didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, and turned around to leave.

A sharp golden light suddenly struck from behind, hitting her calf.

Zhang Zheng reacted quickly sideways to dodge, and looked back angrily at the person who was secretly attacking, that blow was fierce and carried the sharp aura of gold, if she couldn't dodge, the entire calf should be stirred up at this moment.

That person was a male cultivator, standing behind Tan Ying half a step behind, proudly folding his hands, with a mocking expression, and even preemptively asked: "Senior Sister Tan is your honor to talk to you, do you dare to leave?"

He is Tan Ying's dog, so he should treat everyone as if he is like him?

Zhang Zheng was almost laughed at by him, although she was not strong in the outer gate, and she didn't like to fight, but if she didn't exert her power, she would become a sick cat.

With a turn of his right hand, a dagger with blue light all over his body suddenly appeared, pointing straight at the male cultivator, and the tip of the knife was covered with a cold sharpness.