Before Xue Tian finished speaking, the old ancestor smiled and waved his hand and said, "You only need to collect other spirit grasses, I know who has that 10,000-year-old Tianyang grass, and you can ask for it when the time comes." ”

Xue Tian couldn't help but smile on his face when he heard this, and quickly asked, "Who is that person?"

Old Ancestor ignored Xue Tian's question, turned his head to look at the old ghost and said, "You refined Xiaolong's storage spirit weapon for him?"

The old ghost was stunned when he heard this, and nodded stunned, just about to say something, he suddenly thought that the old ancestor looked at the left and right and said something else, the meaning could not be more obvious, it seems that the ten thousand years of Tianyang grass is on Xiaolong.

Where did Xiaolong get the Tianyang grass, although I haven't seen Xiaolong for more than a year, but I also know Xiaolong's recent situation, a year ago, Xiaolong accepted Zhonghui's experience and went to Tianjing Star, Green Plains Star and Gleeth Star collect spirit grass, Celestial Essence Star is more special, Celestial Grass has never been found, and Glis Star is even more impossible, unless Xiaolong has entered the Great Rift Valley, but not to mention Xiaolong, even if the cultivators of the distraction period enter, they may not be able to come out alive, then in addition to these two places, there is only Green Plains Star, but I heard that Xiaolong was in Green Plains Star to help Du Lian find the whereabouts of the Soul Splitting Clan, could it be that at this time, Xiaolong collected a 10,000-year-old Tianyang grass, this is incredible, Xiaolong's luck is too rebellious。 Visiting the Green Plains Star twice, the first time I collected the thousand-year-old yellow cypress, which has been taken away by the ancestors, and this time I found a 10,000-year-old Tianyang grass worth no less than the thousand-year-old yellow cypress, which is really incredible.

Seeing that the old ghost was stunned and didn't know what to say, the old ancestor chuckled and said: "Although the storage spirit weapon you refined for him is a little rougher, it is also suitable, I think his storage spirit weapon seems to have been damaged, I am afraid that it will be scrapped by itself in a few years, but it is not a big problem." ”

The old ghost nodded and said, "The little dragon was once seriously injured in the Green Plains. I was almost slapped to death by an ankylosaurus, and the storage spirit weapon was damaged at that time, and I saw that it could still be used afterwards, so I didn't help Xiaolong refine another one. ”

Old Ancestor waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary, it's enough for him now, let's talk about it after he can become a cultivator." As for the Tianyang Grass ......" Speaking of this, the ancestor deliberately lengthened his voice and turned his head to look at Xue Tian: "I saw that there was Tianyang Grass in the Xiaolong Storage Spirit Weapon, and I didn't look at the specific year carefully, but it must have been more than 10,000 years, and I wanted to take it secretly, but I remembered your injury, so I left it to you." ”

Xue Tian bowed down and said, "Thank you, Ancestor." Xue Tian said this, but in his heart he felt pity for Wang Long. If the ancestor really secretly took away the Tianyang grass, I am afraid that Wang Lung would be depressed for a while.

The ancestor said: "I think you should know the value of Tianyang grass, more than 10,000 years is already very valuable, every extra thousand years, its value will be doubled, the longer the year, the more widely its use, how many years is the Tianyang grass in Xiaolong's hand." I don't know, if it hadn't been more than 15,000 years. You use it yourself, if it exceeds, you quickly inform me, that thing is of great use to me, don't waste it, I will give you another 10,000-year-old Tianyang grass. ”

Snow day quickly said yes. And he was very grateful in his heart, if it wasn't for the reminder of the ancestor, he would never have found that he still had a secret injury.

Old Ancestor sighed lightly and slowly got up and said, "I have said everything that should be said, and you can do it yourself as you can do it." At this point, the Ancestor turned his gaze to Arlinn, who was silent, "Girl." Go out for a walk with me. ”

Looking at the back of the ancestor leaving, the old ghost brothers looked at each other and smiled, although the ancestor came and went quickly, but this time it brought a lot of shock to everyone, and it is estimated that they will be busy.

Time passed little by little, and the ancestor never showed up again after leaving, the old ghost once asked Arlinn where the ancestor was, Arlinn is not very clear about this, according to her estimate, the ancestor may have returned to the miracle space, as for what Arlinn and the ancestor talked about in private, the old ghost has no gossip mentality, so naturally he will not ask around.

When he woke up, Wang Lung couldn't remember how long he had been in a coma, his head was groggy and weak, he could only lie on his back on the ground, and it was very difficult to move his body.

Soon after waking up, Wang Lung fell asleep again in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, the light in the Pure Land did not change in the slightest, it was still so bright, but Wang Lung's spirit was much better, he barely supported his body, leaned against the door of the palace, looked at the two palaces in the distance, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

From the beginning of receiving the experience to the present, it took great difficulty to survive step by step, Arlinn's words cannot be fully believed, the Pure Land is very safe, as long as he does not take a step in the Pure Land or does not fight the idea of these three palaces, Wang Lung will definitely not be like this, but unfortunately, curiosity kills the cat, and Wang Lung also catches the way.

Leaning on the door of the palace, Wang Lung thought about it, and wanted to see the appearance of his ancestors clearly from his memory, but Wang Lung never had a clear understanding, the arrival of the ancestors was just a shadow, thinking of this, Wang Lung looked down at his shadow, the figure of the ancestor was very tall, he was like an ant, and he couldn't even catch up with the shadow of the ancestor.

The words of the ancestors have always been imprinted in Wang Lung's mind, with his current strength, the door of the palace behind him cannot be opened, if he insists on going his own way, there is only a dead end, no matter what kind of secrets are hidden in the palace, it is not something he can access now, in this regard, Wang Lung also extinguished that thought.

Now there is only one problem in front of Wang Lung, that is, he has the time to plant Baiyue Shame, although he has been in a coma for an unknown number of days, but half a year is enough; he has the seeds of Baiyue Shame, Arlinn gave him three grains, if nothing else happens, only one grain is enough; the soil for planting Baiyue Shame has been dug up, although Wang Lung can't move it now, but the ground he dug up can be seen at a glance, so many days have passed, the digging pit is still there, the soil is still soft, it seems that the preliminary work has been completed, only one thing is missing, that is, water。

There is no water source in the Pure Land, the three palaces cannot be opened, and returning to Earth to ask Arlinn for water, Wang Lung can bear the pain through the teleportation array, but unfortunately he can't water the flowers within ten breaths, all of which shows that finding water must be solved by Wang Lung himself.

Before leaving, Arlinn has spoken. The problem of water must rely on Wang Lung himself, and now Wang Lung has discovered that in fact, the route he came to the Pure Land to plant flowers has been arranged a long time ago, but he was disrupted by himself halfway, and he almost lost too much blood and died.

Teleporting, digging pits, condensing water according to the law of water, watering flower seeds, and delivering tasks after flowering are a complete set of refinement routes. Although Arlinn doesn't explicitly tell Wang Lung, Wang Lung finally guesses after what has happened in the past few days that planting flowers seems simple, but in fact it is more difficult than the question that Zhong Hui gave him.

The law of water can be felt when it is recognized, unless there is a miracle, let alone half a year, even if Wang Lung dies of old age, he may not be able to understand the law of water.

What's more, this is the Pure Land, a separate space, hidden inside the sun. Surrounded by tens of millions of degrees of sun fire, there is no water source at all, the ground soil is as hard as iron ore, and the law of water must at least be in the form of water, at least Wang Lung can have a reference.

It's a pity that there is nothing here, there is nothing related to water, there is no object that Wang Lung can refer to, if you want to be recognized by the law of water. There's only one way, and that's through imagination.

Wang Lung let out a long sigh and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This is the most speechless test he has encountered since the beginning of his experience, there is no so-called battle, no danger, no brother and two by his side, only three seeds of hundred moon shame.

There may be another person by Wang Lung's side, and that is Han Yan. It is better to say that she is a person than a kind of spiritual cold rouge, Wang Lung wants the law of water, and it is useless to let the cold rouge come out, not to mention, the cold rouge is now sleeping. I'm afraid that when it comes to the breakthrough level, Wang Lung doesn't want to lose a big one because of a small one, not to mention that with Han Yan's ability to comprehend the law of fire, it will not help Wang Lung to comprehend the law of water, not to mention, I am afraid that he will still hold back.

In the empty pure land space, Wang Lung looked up at the colorful halo above his head, thinking about how to communicate with the law of water, if he could bribe the seven laws with wealth to take care of himself, Wang Lung didn't mind taking all his worth.

Now Wang Long's qi and blood loss is very serious, relying on the palace gate has consumed most of his physical strength, he can't do anything now, only his brain is still sober, that is, it's okay to think wildly.

After all, Wang Lung had just woken up, and his physical strength was not abundant, his mind was churning for two hours, and his spirit began to be exhausted, Wang Lung shook his heavy head, trying his best to prevent him from falling into a coma, but unfortunately he still couldn't last long, his head was tilted, and he leaned on the temple door and fell asleep.

Even in his sleep, Wang Lung's brain did not have a moment of rest, as the saying goes, dreams are thoughts in the heart, and his only thought now is to be recognized by the law of water, so in his sleep, Wang Lung has a lot of dreams, and all dreams revolve around water.

In the dream, Wang Lung felt like he was falling into the ocean, his body was full of water on all sides, his head and feet, front and back were water, and even he had the feeling of suffocation, even so, Wang Lung did not feel the existence of water, although his eyes were full of water, but there was no water in his senses, which he could not understand.

In the world of water, Wang Lung walked slowly, he didn't know how far he went, all around was a single tone, he couldn't see what color it was, suddenly, the scene in front of him changed, Wang Lung saw a high mountain, covered the entire top of the mountain with snow, what kind of scenery could be seen in the deep mountains and dense forests, Wang Lung didn't pay any attention to this, and walked to the mountain in a daze, he didn't know why he wanted to climb the mountain, as if something was calling him subconsciously.

The mountain is very high, Wang Lung climbed very hard, when he climbed to the middle of the mountain, he was already out of breath, maybe it was a problem of physical strength, or the influence of high air pressure, Wang Lung breathed very uncomfortable, as if his throat was stuck by something, Wang Lung tried his best but could not pull it out, and finally, Wang Lung went to the ground in a decadent way, intending to give up.

Unbeknownst to him, Wang Lung felt that his breathing immediately became smoother, and the original feeling of tiredness disappeared instantly, which surprised Wang Lung very much, so he got up again and continued to climb the mountain.

When Wang Lung reached the snow line at the top of the mountain, his footsteps finally stopped, in Wang Lung's subconscious, he knew that he had arrived at the place, but he didn't know why he was here, Wang Lung looked around, and then looked at the snow under his feet.

Suddenly, Wang Lung was attracted by the slowly melting snow under his feet, the snow was very thin, and it dissolved little by little under the direct light, Wang Lung climbed on the ground for unknown reasons, and watched the snow melt into water droplets, dripping little by little.

Wang Lung looked at it for a while, and found that a drop of snow did not seep into the soil after dripping, but sprinkled on the leaves of a weed, and the water droplets flowed slowly along the leaves, Wang Lung's eyes moved in the direction of the water droplets, and a small stream suddenly appeared in front of his eyes in a moment, and there were some unmelted white snow scattered on the side of the stream.

Following the direction of the stream, Wang Lung's gaze looked into the distance.

Streams, rivers, rivers and lakes, floods, sediment, dry riverbeds, the sea, when Wang Lung's eyes saw the sea again, Wang Lung found himself back in the ocean, and Wang Lung's confused mind suddenly remembered a word: the sea is inclusive.

Wang Lung didn't understand what all this experience meant, he continued to move forward in the ocean, hoping to see a different world, this time the progress also satisfied Wang Lung's wish, and when he found himself in a grassland, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the dark clouds rolled, instantly dyeing the blue sky black.

A cool feeling appeared on Wang Lung's arm, Wang Lung lowered his head and looked at it, it was a drop of water, this water came very suddenly, just when Wang Lung was thinking about where this water drop came from, the sound of a bang came into his ears, Wang Lung looked up, his vision was blocked by the rain, and it became blurred.

It was raining, the rain wet Wang Lung's clothes, Wang Lung didn't care, he walked in the rain, the footprints he stepped on were soon covered by the rain, the rain became heavier and heavier, it never stopped for a moment, and the sky was completely dark, only the bright light of lightning could make him see the outline in the distance.

Standing in the rain, Wang Lung didn't know where to go, watching the drifting rain pour down, and soon, the grassland full of green became an ocean.

When Wang Lung turned his head, he found that he was back to the beginning, still in the world of water. (To be continued......)