Chapter 47: What kind of bullshit fairy are you cultivating?
Suddenly, the voice of the system sounded in Su Ling's mind.
γDing Dong!γ Detected that the host has additional rotten behavior: oversleeping in the secret realm, the reward will increase the balance of salted fish coins to 10,000, and the experience card of the refining period will be 1 hour.
[Refining Void Period Experience Card: Instantly increases cultivation to the Refining Void Period, and does not consume your own spiritual power]
Ooh! Refining Void Period!
Su Ling's eyes widened.
But thinking that it was only 1 hour, Su Ling instantly calmed down, such a short time can only be used on the blade, but it is not bad.
At this time, the third wave of heavenly thunder had just ended, and Su Ling woke up the beans who were still asleep, and ran with the big guys again.
Shidou lay in Su Ling's arms in confusion, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and began to collect spirit plants.
In the following time, Su Ling was busy for a few hours, just like yesterday, and only harvested some ordinary spirit plants.
The best spirit plants were all at the top of the mountain, but unfortunately it was too far away, and by the time she passed, those things had already been harvested by the big guys.
And so it was the end of the next day.
The others continued to practice in the courtyard, and Su Ling lay on the rocking chair without any psychological burden and read the notebook, as if she had already regarded this trip as a farmhouse, if it weren't for the monks outside, she would have to go from house to house to wander around whatever she said.
Shidou looked at the second uncle of the tiger who was grinding beans in the courtyard, and curiously jumped on the stone mill to look at this novelty.
"Hey, Terran, what are you doing with this big rock?"
Second Uncle Hu said with a smile: "I want to grind beans to make tofu, and then take them out and sell them!" β
Bean stretched his waist and said lazily: "It's tiring to watch, it's not interesting at all." β
"Whether you drink soy milk or not, I'll make it for you! The soybean milk I boiled was said to be good throughout Leiming Village! Second Uncle Tiger patted his chest and was very proud.
"What is soy milk? Haven't heard of it. Bean wagged his tail with a curious expression.
"That's right, I'll boil it out for the little brother to taste later!" , Second Uncle Tiger continued to grind the beans hard when he heard this.
Beans also became interested when he heard this, jumped to the side and used his spiritual power to help Second Uncle Hu speed up the grinding of beans, and after a while, a large basket of beans was grinded.
Second Uncle Hu wiped the sweat on his forehead, took his things to the kitchen and began to boil soy milk, and followed him to the kitchen to watch, and soon, the strong smell of beans spread in the small courtyard.
Su Ling's nose moved, it was so fragrant, isn't this the taste of soy milk?
"Here, soy milk is here!"
Second Uncle Tiger shouted loudly, and with a pair of thick hands, he put a large pot of soybean milk on the wooden table in the courtyard, and set out a row of bowls, Su Ling smelled the smell and consciously leaned over.
"Girl, let's have a bowl of soy milk!" , Second Uncle Tiger greeted warmly.
Su Ling nodded like pounding garlic, and drank a bowl of soy milk directly without being polite, and then smashed it and asked for another bowl.
The poop bean also got his own bowl, licked it twice, and then drank it with his head down.
The female disciple came over and said with some embarrassment: "Second Uncle Tiger, can I also drink a bowl?" β
Second Uncle Hu saw that his craftsmanship had been recognized, and he was very happy and said: "Come and come!" There's something for everyone! β
Ling Huai, who always felt that Su Ling had a deep meaning in everything he did, also came over and drank a bowl of Su Ling's example.
An Ruyan and Zhang Yuan next to him were full of puzzlement, the people and things in this secret realm are just phantoms, what are these people doing?
Su Ling looked at the empty bowl, reminiscing about the taste in his mouth, feeling as if he had returned to the original world, the morning when he had to drink a bowl of soy milk every day before going to school.
Su Ling's eyes were full of nostalgia, although she didn't get any chance on this trip to the secret realm, it was enough to be able to taste this taste again.
"If I could take it away, I'd like to take a pot out." , Su Ling muttered.
Second Uncle Hu smiled when he heard this: "Girl, I happen to have a pot at home, if you like it, I will fill a pot for you when you leave!" β
As soon as Su Ling wanted to say no, a noise and scolding suddenly sounded in his ears, and... The heart-rending cry of a child.
Su Ling and Bean glanced at each other.
"It's a dog!"
Su Ling put down the bowl and flew up the wall, and saw a house not far away with the courtyard door wide open, surrounded by three or three to see the lively immortal cultivators, a monk in the courtyard pulled the dog's hair, the dog's face was full of tears and tears, there were two old people lying in a pool of blood next to him, a woman was kneeling on the ground, her face was full of pleading, a monk next to him was holding a sword and showing impatience, and there were three monks sitting in the center of the courtyard, looking at all this coldly.
Although he knew that these people were phantoms, Su Ling's heart was still tense when he saw this scene, why? What's going on?
in the yard.
"You bad guys killed grandparents, I hate you guys!!" , Dogan cried while struggling, and his little face was red from crying.
The monk tugging at his hair snorted coldly: "A group of phantoms, it's really noisy. β
The kneeling woman folded her hands and pleaded, "Please, don't hurt my children, you can live in as much as you want, our house is gone, let me leave here with my children, please!" β
"Hmph, it's late!" Another monk pointed his sword at the woman: "When we asked you, you refused, but now we don't ask, just a group of phantoms, just kill them." β
When the woman heard this, she continued to plead.
"My husband died, my parents-in-law were sick in bed, and I was the only widow and a child left in the house, you are all men, how dare I let you stay overnight!"
"Your in-laws have been killed by you... I... I just beg you to let me and the dog go, the dog is still young, and his mother is dead, he is an orphan! I'll take the dogs away, the house will be for you, and we'll go far! Please let us go!! I'm kowtowing to you!! β
After saying that, the woman began to kowtow incessantly, and blood flowed from her head instantly.
"Mother! Mother!! Woooooooo The dog looked at his mother's face covered with blood, and cried out in distress.
Hearing the sound, the second uncle ran in from the door, and when he heard the cry of the dog, he knew that something must have happened to the dog's family, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.
The dog cried out: "Second Uncle Tiger!" β
"You... Why do you kill!! Second Uncle Hu was stunned and couldn't believe everything in front of him.
One of the monks laughed, "Why is there another one?" If you want to die so much, then kill them together. β
The irrelevant immortal cultivators who were cultivating nearby listened to the conversation here, their brows furrowed, but they didn't make any other moves, obviously not wanting to meddle in things.
Second Uncle Tiger looked at this group of people with fear and anger, his legs and stomach were spinning, and he trembled and rushed forward to pull the monk who was dragging the dog's hair.
"Why are you killing!! You group of people, you don't even let go of children!! It's the devil!! β
The monk kicked the second uncle to the ground, and looked at the second uncle who spat blood on the spot, and he sneered.
"The devil? Lao Tzu is an immortal cultivator, an immortal! You phantom knows a fart! β
"Senior brother, don't waste time on these phantoms, solve it as soon as possible, let's hurry up and cultivate." , a monk sitting in the middle of the courtyard said lightly.
When the monk heard this, he took out his sword and was about to kill the dog.
Bell β
The sound of sword qi colliding with metal sounded, and the monk only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the sword in his hand immediately took off his hand, and the sword fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"Who?!" , The monk looked up in the direction where the sword qi was shooting.
On the wall, Su Ling was hunting in the air in a green robe, the purgatory in her hand exuded a powerful and fiery aura, her eyes were as cold as a thin blade, and there was a touch of mockery on the corner of her lips, looking at the monks in the courtyard, her red lips opened lightly.
"Cultivating immortals? What kind of bullshit fairy are you cultivating? β