Time flies, and ten days have passed in a blink of an eye.

After the first winter rains, a light rain will fall from time to time on Fansong Mountain.

The dark clouds on the horizon did not disperse, and the fog lingered in the mountains and forests, and it was damp.

The right environment gives birth to new life.

The mushrooms in the mountains and forests grow well under the moisture of rain.

They are all spiritual mushrooms with low aura content but short growth cycles, and after a rain, many of them emerge.

At this time, there were many monks entering Fansong Mountain, and people came and went, and it was especially inconvenient for Chen Yanzhi to collect the special aura needed to collect pine seeds.

And the longer you stay in Fansong Mountain, the more pressure you put on your body, and you need to use more spiritual power to resist.

Collecting the gourds of the evening dew and the morning wind, one has collected a tenth, and the other has just begun, and it is still far from being full.

Thinking about the newly obtained Vermilion Matsutake mushroom, I am afraid of causing disputes.

Chen Yanzhi chose to leave as soon as possible, but still cut it slightly, cut off nearly one-third of the tree trunk, stuffed it into a storage bag and took it away by the way.

Carrying the spirit wood and resisting the increasing pressure, she walked out of the mountain.

On the road, I saw a few water banyan mushrooms that came out, there was not much aura, but the taste was good.

Especially after drying, the stewed soup is particularly mellow, and it is a relatively common mushroom species in the world of cultivating immortals.

It's a pity that this mushroom can only grow in pure mountains, where there are many people, and it doesn't grow at all.

It is one of many spiritual plants that cannot be cultivated artificially.

Using the Imperial Technique to control the hoe, he dug out these water banyan spirit mushrooms and put them into the jade box.

Not to mention anything else, she still has a lot of jade boxes.

Along the way, I encountered a lot of non-advanced spirit mushrooms, all of which were in my pocket.

Of course, she also met many monks, Chen Yanzhi was carrying such a big dead tree, even if she used the blinding method, she couldn't stop the disciples who cultivated higher than her.

When others came to ask, she only said that she would take the dead tree back to the fertile fields.

"This junior sister, a reminder, this thing has to be paid."

"Although the harvest from the experience belongs to the monks themselves, the various tree species on the pine mountain are specially cultivated."

"It doesn't matter if you pick up pine cones, pine gum, mushrooms, and elixirs, but the tree must not move."

"Even rotten wood and dead wood can't be used, if you want to take it away, you have to spend a lot of money, at least a premium of 20%."

It's so dark!!

Chen Yanzhi vomited blood in her heart, but nodded calmly on the surface, "I know, thank you for reminding me." ”

Saying goodbye to humanity, she was depressed.

As we walked out, we continued to touch the trees, hoping to get some more harvest.

The result, of course, was nothing.

Walking out of the woodland, she touched the crown fan cliff pine standing on the edge of the cliff for the last time.

The green progress bar is here again!

It's just that there's still a piece left that isn't full.

Chen Yanzhi's divine sense quickly probed, and where it was covered by layers of pine needles, a fist-sized brown pine tower was secretly hidden inside.

The crown fan cliff pine does not bear pine nuts, but the pine tower shell is an elixir, which can refine the elixir that assists the cultivation of foundation building monks, and one is worth about thirty spirit stones.

Chen Yanzhi looked at the green progress bar that was not yet full, and decided to wait, so as not to affect the quality.

Too close to the cliff cable, the pressure is multiplied.

Putting a few layers of restraint on the place, she walked in for a while, felt the pressure on her body lessen a little, and let go of the dead wood.

Staying here for three days, this pressure increases every day, layer upon layer, and Chen Yanzhi is uncomfortable.

The operation of spiritual power is becoming more and more stagnant, and it is like carrying a mountain on his back all the time.

Looking at the slow-moving green progress bar, she leaned on the gourd, hoping to feel better.

"What's going on with this pressure?"

Moreover, the increase in these three days is more than the previous ten days, Chen Yanzhi has doubts.

"It's getting heavier."

Another five days passed, Chen Yanzhi looked at the progress bar that was still a little bit, and she was lying on her stomach like a dead dog, and decided to give up.

For the sake of a few spirit stones, there is no need to suffer such a big sin.

He stood up with difficulty holding the gourd, and resisted the dead wood, and the spiritual hemp rope tied it firmly to his body.

At least another 500 catties of strength were added, almost crushing her already heavy burden.

"Life is unbearable!"

Chen Yanzhi hooked her waist, her face was bitter, she held the hoe, and limped to the fanguan cliff pine.

In just a short way, I was sweating and walking.

When she took off the pine tower, she was completely relieved and ready to go down.

"Hey, it's you, why haven't you left yet? I'll do the math, you've been under pressure for eight days! ”

When he first entered the pine forest, he met the raunchy middle-aged man and his companion, staring at Chen Yanzhi as if he were lively.

When I met these two people again, what kind of ape dung, Chen Yanzhi's already bad mood was even worse.

So, her face was full of honesty and asked suspiciously, "Has it been a long time?" ”

"Ahem, it's so-so, but it's worse than when I was back then, and I thought about the first time I entered Fansong Mountain, but I stayed for a full sixteen days."

His companion, a taciturn middle-aged man, looked a little strange when he heard this.

Chen Yanzhi let out a meaningful sigh.

"I tell you, don't believe me."

"I believe, I believe." She's really sincere.

Wei Feng rolled his eyes, "Believe it or not, when you go down the mountain in a while, you will be miserable, be careful to plant it, haha." ”

If Chen Yanzhi hadn't been able to shoot now, she would really want to beat him up.

Her body was getting heavier and heavier, and she didn't pay any attention to them, but she didn't hear them, and moved to the iron rope as quickly as she could.

When he completely crossed the cliff, the gravity on his body suddenly increased, or doubled.

Thanks to the man's reminder, Chen Yanzhi was ready.

The spiritual power that had been accumulated for a long time rushed out, resisting the heaviest wave of pressure and sliding smoothly.

"Wei Feng, I smell it, the smell of vermilion matsutake mushrooms."

"Vermilion mist matsutake mushroom!! Where is it? Wei Feng looked excited.

"Whoa." The taciturn middle-aged man pointed to Chen Yanzhi, who had slipped halfway.

“！！！”

"Then you talk about fart, you can't grab it." Wei Feng looked at the sky speechlessly.

He suddenly shouted loudly again, "This guy is too lucky, I have taken the task to run up the mountain every year, and I have never encountered anything decent and good." ”

Wei Feng died of envy and jealousy.

"Yes, maybe it's because she handed over the green fruit, or next time we"

Wei Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just try it." ”

The more people go down, the lighter the pressure, and Chen Yanzhi breathes a sigh of relief.

When I came to the bottom of the mountain, all the gravity on my body disappeared, and I mobilized my spiritual power, which was much smoother than usual.

Chen Yanzhi looked up at the verdant peak, "This is the biggest harvest of this trip, the value of fifty green fruit flowers, I have to stay a little longer next time." ”

At the foot of the mountain, there is a courtyard dedicated to the affairs of Mt. Honmatsu.

As soon as Chen Yanzhi came out carrying the tree, she was stopped by the Qi Cultivation disciple, and she took it to the courtyard to evaluate and pay with a smile.

"Vermilion mist matsutake mushroom! No wonder the junior sister wants to take this piece of dead pine wood away. ”

The matter of Zhuwu matsutake can't be hidden, and Chen Yanzhi is also helpless.