Zhou Miaohua felt like a fish on the shore, no matter how he opened his mouth, he couldn't breathe in a little air.

The feeling of suffocation made him convuls, and for a moment the feces and urine flowed sideways, giving birth to a foul smell.

Zhong Yangming hurriedly threw Zhou Miaohua aside in disgust, and after cultivating immortals, not only did his strength increase, but his five senses were also strengthened many times.

This week, Miaohua is a gas bomb for him, and he will spit it out in half a second.

Zhou Miaohua rolled on the ground a few feet away, and he didn't know how many bones were broken on his body, but he finally took a breath.

Zhong Yangming covered his nose and said to these people with great disgust: "Take him, and all of you, get out!" ”

Hearing Zhong Yangming's words, the Taoist priests who were still alive all rolled on the ground.

But Zhong Yangming found that this group of gentlemen ran away by themselves.

They squeezed down the mountain as if they were dead friends and immortal poor people, and they didn't look at Zhou Miaohua and the other trapped comrades.

"I'll tell you to take them and get out! Didn't you hear it?! ”

Hearing Zhong Yangming's words, these people were reluctant to rescue others.

The long sword cuts through the tough thorns, and it doesn't matter if it hurts the people inside, anyway, everything is just fast, and they can't wait to get out of here.

It's just that after all the people were rescued, they made trouble for Zhou Miaohua again.

This Senior Brother Zhou was seriously injured and couldn't even move, so he must have to find someone to carry down the mountain.

The problem is, he's dirty.

With incontinence, his body is dripping with juice, who wants to get close?

These gentlemen passed the buck to each other, and then selected an unlucky ghost to carry Zhou Miaohua down the mountain.

And this unlucky ghost is Zhong Yangming's old acquaintance - Yulin.

Yulin was knocked unconscious by Wang Shishi at the beginning, lying from the head to the end, and when he woke up, he didn't know what happened, and Zhou Miaohua's stinky body pressed on him.

The Taoist priests of the Miaozi generation who were afraid of bad luck unanimously decided to let Yulin, the little junior brother, carry Zhou Miaohua down the mountain, and then they couldn't wait to run, leaving Yulin at a loss.

Seeing that Yulin wanted to cry without tears and walked down the mountain step by step, Zhong Yangming shook his head disdainfully. But as long as they use their brains, how difficult it is to get a stretcher, not only is it easy and clean, but Zhou Miaohua can feel better.

It's just that these gentlemen only think about themselves, so they find the best bully Yulin to carry Zhou Miaohua, and when they go down the mountain, Zhou Miaohua doesn't know if he can have half his life left.

This is the pillar of the country in the future? No wonder the world is stormy, looking like the last years of the dynasty.

Zhong Yangming didn't care about these clowns, and returned to the hut with the injured Wang Shishi.

Wang Shishi didn't seem to care about his injury, but asked with concern, "Your Highness, are you out of the customs?" ”

Wang Shishi calculated, from the time Zhong Yangming closed the door, until now, it has not been half an hour.

Even if the immortal retreat is not more than a hundred years, it has to be calculated by heaven, right? How can you come out of retreat for half an hour?

Wang Shishi asked nervously, "Could it be that these young people have disturbed His Highness?" ”

Zhong Yangming shook his head and said, "No, I have already completed my cultivation. ”

It's a short time, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Because the calamity has passed, there is naturally no obstacle to cultivation, and Zhong Yangming's time will not be wasted for no reason.

Looking at the injuries on Wang Shishi's body, Zhong Yangming knew that it was Wang Shishi who helped him prevent this catastrophe.

If there is no Wang Shishi's refuge, it is very likely that Qing Xuan will be injured. The little girl's three-legged cat kung fu can't stop these people at all, even if she uses seeds to sneak attack, it is very likely that she will die in the hands of this group of gentlemen, and Zhong Yangming's cultivation will also be affected by Qing Xuan's death and lead to failure.

And Wang Shishi originally came to kill Zhong Yangming, and Zhong Yangming spared his life, which was kind to him. Then, Wang Shishi used himself to help Zhong Yangming block the catastrophe.

In further detail, the appearance of Wang Shishi made Zhong Yangming feel a deeper sense of corruption and darkness in the imperial court, and by mistake made Zhong Yangming swear in front of the old eunuch that "he will save those who are not saved by the imperial court".

Don't underestimate the power of this sentence.

This kind of thing of cultivating immortals is very idealistic, and the last time I lit the star, I was stimulated by Miaoyun's words, and I successfully lit up the second life star.

This time the star is also because of Zhong Yangming's own words.

All these details add up to Zhong Yangming's courage and diligence.

"It's a wonderful fate." Zhong Yangming sighed, then turned his head to Qing Xuan and said, "Give me a fruit." ”

Qing Xuan asked strangely, "What fruit?" ”

"You can make any fruit, it's what you usually hide in your sleeve."

Hearing Zhong Yangming say this, Qing Xuan twisted and reluctantly took out a sweet apricot from his sleeve.

"Your Highness, that's all I have."

Zhong Yangming smiled: "I'll pay you back ten." ”

Wang Shishi didn't know why, but he saw Zhong Yangming take this sweet apricot and condense the mana on it. An emerald green talisman lit up and slowly imprinted into the sweet apricot.

After doing this, Zhong Yangming handed the sweet apricot to Wang Shishi and said, "Eat it, it can heal your wounds." ”

Wang Shishi said thank you, and without the slightest hesitation, he stuffed the sweet apricot into his mouth, and ate only one almond in three or two bites.

As soon as he finished eating, Wang Shishi felt that his body was heating up, and the sword wound on his body was not light, even if it was not fatal, it would take ten days and a half months to completely heal. But at this time, he only felt that the wound was itchy, and when he lifted his clothes, he saw that the wound was growing and healing rapidly, and it was smooth in a moment, leaving no scars.

Zhong Yangming checked Wang Shishi's injuries, asked a few words carefully, and then smiled happily.

The supernatural power comprehended this time is worth ten thousand gold.

The lighting of this third life star still made Zhong Yangming's mana in his body skyrocket, and he became more proficient in the use of the power of the wood spirit. At the same time, he realized another way to use mana.

The talisman he used to condense just now is composed of wood spirit qi, as long as it is imprinted into the plant, it can block the wood spirit qi, and at the same time transform it into an aura that mortals can absorb.

Wood is fine, but this thing can't be eaten at all, so Zhong Yangming sealed the wood spirit qi into the sweet apricot and turned it into a spirit fruit.

Strictly speaking, the spirit fruit is not used to cure diseases, but to cultivate, and it can directly transform the wood spirit qi inside into mana.

Mortals don't know how to transform mana, but they can also instinctively absorb aura to nourish their bodies.

When Wang Shi eats a spirit fruit, the aura will be automatically transformed, helping him heal the pain in his body.

This thing is a great tonic, and because the wood spirit is warm and vibrant, most of the diseases and pains can be alleviated. If you eat too much spiritual fruit, you will be able to directly cure major changes and minor diseases.

If this thing were to be sold, it would definitely be much more expensive than the same amount of gold.

Such a magical power is not worth ten thousand gold.

Who said that good people are not rewarded, this is the greatest blessing.

After healing Wang Shishi's injuries, Zhong Yangming was about to continue to work on the task of planting grain, but he heard Miaoyun's voice from outside the house.

"Senior brother, are you okay?"

When Zhong Yangming walked out of the house, he saw Miaoyun standing outside the door with a crimson face, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Although Miaoyun was trying very hard to calm her breath, no one could tell that she was running all the way up the mountain, and it was estimated that she had not stopped after running the five thousand stairs.

Zhong Yangming looked at this bright and beautiful woman, and a warmth was born in his heart.

In one day, Miao Yun ran twice, and both came for his safety.

"Senior sister, it's getting late, if you don't dislike it, it's better to stay for dinner." Zhong Yangming invited.

"Huh?"

Miaoyun's face was inexplicable, why did she suddenly talk about dinner?