At the end of the competition, one side loses when they get out of the ring.

Yan Chan didn't have any serious injuries except for the palm piercing injury, so he calmly patted up from the pit and admitted defeat, but he was still a little unhappy, so he said, "Senior Sister Zhang, maybe come again?"

Compared with Yan Toad, who was safe and sound, Zhang Zheng's state was much worse.

She underestimated the blow of the hammer, which almost shattered half of her body bones, and the final blow almost used up all her aura, and the dantian tingled.

The left hand, which was still moving, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with an unsteady smile in his breath: "Senior Brother Yan is strong, Senior Sister was lucky to win a game but was also seriously injured...... If you want to think about it, cough cough...... Next time, the junior sister should accompany herself. ”

Fortunately, the physical injury was not a big deal for the monk, and after swallowing two body cultivation pills, Zhang Zheng was able to move slightly. After a few days of careful care, you will be able to heal.

After the disciple's examination, Zhang Zheng limped away with his injuries.

When I returned to the room, the pain in the right half of my body was half numb, and only a sour and astringent tingling sensation remained.

What a gap!

Zhang Zheng tugged at the corners of her mouth, and the right muscle was torn again, making her mouth crooked.

This time, Nengsheng really cost her half her life, but she finally passed the disciple test, so she didn't have to worry about overdue emergencies.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng put down her snacks, couldn't be happy for a while, thinking of the gap between herself and others, and felt that a faint mountain overwhelmed her.

Enduring the pain and putting his body in a posture of five hearts to the sky, Zhang Zheng began to run the "Neutralization and Transformation Formula", the aura condensed and transformed by the Transformation and Transformation Recipe is more pure than ordinary aura, and it is also mixed with the breath of two divisions, which can be described as a healing artifact.

The aura traveled along the meridians throughout the body, and she was not busy incorporating the aura into the dantian, but guiding it to continuously nourish and repair the damaged flesh and bones.

It was nearly dusk, and the red west sun was half-sinking on the top of the mountain.

There was a noise in the courtyard, and Zhang Zheng's injuries were mostly healed.

For some reason, she inexplicably likes the feeling of eavesdropping on the conversation between the two little guys these days, maybe because they are innocent and childlike, or maybe they are not related to her.

Tingting's soft and glutinous voice was full of surprise today, "Erya, look, this is really a fairy grass!"

Erya didn't expect that she was really right, and her little face hung with pride, as if this fairy grass was planted by her, "I'll just say, senior sister must have planted fairy grass." ”

The two of them squatted curiously in front of Xiaocao, obediently only looking at the circles of gold and silver threads wrapped around the veins of the spirit grass, as if they were flowing faintly as if they were alive. The clear and agile eyes can't help but give rise to beautiful yearning and expectation.

Two days ago, Wang Xiaopang, who entered the school together, breathed into his body. I heard him say that when they draw qi into their bodies, they will see a lot of colorful stars, and they really want to see them.

Is it as intoxicating as the stars in the sky?

After eavesdropping for so long, Zhang Zheng didn't find nothing, at least she knew that the two little girls in front of her, one was Zeng Erya and the other was Li Tingting, and they were from the same village.

Both of them are three spiritual roots, two gold fire earth, Tingting wood earth gold, and their qualifications are not bad, at least compared to Zhang Zheng's five spirit roots, it is a heaven and an underground.

It has only been more than three months since they got started, and now there are faint signs of qi induction into the body, and they are surrounded by aura, and their faces are more and more innocent and lovely.

Zhang Zheng didn't intend to associate with them, but he didn't reject them, and even their brisk and angry squatting in the courtyard every day to watch the grass and chat made her look forward to her boring life.

Reclose your upper eyelids and re-engage in cultivation.

Perhaps because of the disciple's test, the mind was relaxed for the time being, and this cultivation was dark, as if four or five days had passed for a while.

A gentle knock on the door pulled Zhang Zheng out of his addictive cultivation.

As soon as Zhang Zheng opened the door, he saw two little girls cramped in front of the door, looking anxious and a little scared.

"Division...... Senior sister ......"

Erya barely mustered up the courage to shout.

Is she so scary?

Zhang Zheng reflected slightly, lowered his voice as much as possible and said softly: "Just call me Senior Sister Zhang, do you have something to do with me?"

The two little girls obviously didn't expect that their senior sister, who had never met before, was not as cold and terrible as the legend.

Erya was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly pointed to the dead spirit grass under the laurel tree in the courtyard, and cried: "Senior Sister Zhang's fairy grass is dead, and the leaves turned yellow yesterday, but ...... But we didn't dare to disturb your cultivation, so we didn't say anything...... And then, today, it's dead. ”

Tingting was afraid that Senior Sister Zhang would blame them, so she explained uneasily: "We, we just looked, we haven't touched it."

Zhang Zheng then remembered that the spiritual grass planted in the courtyard five days ago actually lived for four days, but he didn't expect that he was busy cultivating and forgot to water it later, but let it live for a longer time.

Zhang Zheng lightly pulled down the dry black and yellow spirit grass on the ground, and the brilliant golden thread looked particularly bleak without its brilliance.

The two little girls stood nervously aside, staring at the spirit grass without blinking, the small expectation in their eyes could not be hidden, as if they were still hoping that the dead spirit grass could be revived in the next moment.

It was as if walking alone in the wilderness and mountains, and the gray sky was uninhabited, and suddenly a thick bell rang from nowhere, which was deafening.

You raise your tired head, open your tired eyelids, and on the top of the towering mountain, a figure with a rickety back looks at you from afar, and the morning bell and dusk drum ring to stop the clouds.

Where am I, you ask?

The figure is silent, the mountains and rivers are dry, the barren and desolate, the eyes of the ancient well and the waves are staring at you, and the barren land under your feet.

Where are you?

Where your feet are tread, as far as your eyes can see.

You look down at your tattered shoes, see the mud on them, see the leaves fluttering on them, see the mountain streams rushing over the riverbed, and the stars brighten up the night sky......

You smile, laugh at yourself, you are used to seeing flowers and plants, you feel that flowers and plants are fragrant, and you are tired of seeing mountains and rivers and feel that mountains and rivers are empty.

Zhang Zheng woke up from his stunned state, and the two little girls were still looking at the spirit grass with all their hearts.

She smiled and made a trick to change the tanuki for the prince.

In the eyes of the girls, I saw the powerful senior sister caressing the dead spirit grass with one hand, and the next moment, the spirit grass came back to life, and the gold and silver threads were dazzling.

The two little girls are still just children's hearts, and they were so surprised that they clapped their hands again and again, and they couldn't care about the faint fear of Senior Sister Zhang, so they squatted next to the spirit grass together, laughing while watching.

Zhang Zheng quietly returned to the room, and spread his hands, on top of it was the dead spirit grass, the slender blades of the grass had turned black, and it was hanging weakly, without a trace of life.

She gently stroked its withered roots and leaves, and her heart was as calm as water, but it was not a deep mountain and a cold pool, but a still stream under the sun.

Putting the withered grass into the storage bag, Zhang Zheng looked out through the window lattice, the fragrance of Guiying was wafting, and the irritability that had not been able to cultivate life was swept away.

This time, she didn't use her exercises to cultivate the spirit grass, and the spirit grass would grow freely in this courtyard, carrying three small expectations.