Similar to the wasteland in front of the Black Iron Gate, this new black grassland is equally quiet and lonely.

There was not a hint of anger.

And in this meadow, the speed of the talisman is very fast. After only ten minutes or so, the Cloud Climbing Talisman and Jiama Talisman, which could have burned for half an hour, had already turned into ashes.

Zheng Qing fell among the grass.

These black weeds grow luxuriantly and have a soft texture, stepping on them as if stepping on a heavy carpet, which makes people involuntarily feel a happy thought.

If it weren't for this pesky color.

The young public student held the talisman gun, looked vigilantly from side to side, and muttered to himself in his heart as he quickened his pace—before, the guy in yellow told him that during this new journey, he would see all kinds of things, which he could take casually, and whatever he got could be brought back to the real world.

But right now, as far as the eye can see, except for these black and swarthy weeds, not even a cockroach can be seen, does the man in yellow want him to pull out a bunch of weeds and bring them back?

After walking in the direction of the bronze gate for more than half an hour, feeling that the distance had been slightly drawn, Zheng Qing took out a blanket from the gray cloth bag, intending to rest.

The dried meat and naan cakes prepared in advance in the bag, as well as preserved fruits of various flavors, Zheng Qing turned out the law book, silently said a 'Bibi spring water', and simply solved a picnic.

After the meal, he wanted to set off immediately, but when he saw the crooked black weeds outside the blanket, his heart suddenly moved.

At first, he didn't pay attention to the weeds that were the same as those in front of the black iron gate, but now that he looked closely, the new black grass had thicker blades and a little more vigor.

Zheng Qing stared at the black grass outside the blanket, took out a pair of silkworm skin gloves from the gray cloth bag, and after wearing half of them, he shook his head, took off the silkworm skin gloves again, and replaced them with a pair of fawn skin gloves.

Dragonskin gloves are too thick, silkworm gloves are too thin, and fawnskin gloves are just the right amount of thinness.

Then he turned over the grass and looked at the little black grass.

This time, he noticed something more different—in addition to the thick blades, the new black grass also had an extremely thin line on the stem, which ran from the back of the leaf tip to the base of the root, and disappeared into the soil, but some of the thin lines were golden, some were white, and some were red and purple.

Zheng Qing sighed, sat down for all kinds of anti-curse protection, and then grabbed a black grass with golden threads on the stem, and pulled it out vigorously.

The soil is soft and effortless to pull.

But when the grass was uprooted, the young wizard couldn't help but gasp for breath.

These two mouthfuls were not because of hard work, but because of shock.

Because buried in the earth, wrapped in the dense rhizomes of the black grass, was a golden bean—just at the end of the golden thread—a genuine, heavy golden bean in your hand!

"Wow!"

Zheng Qing sniffed, stood up, and looked around. As far as the eye can see, the black weeds are endless, and you can't see the edge at a glance. Assuming that there was a golden bean hidden under each grass, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that he had a small goal.

"It's like to get rich...... Pull a little more grass and I'll be able to set up my own lab. The young wizard muttered to himself, no longer hesitating, and knelt down on the blanket again, picking up the weeds around it.

If you want to advance to a high-level wizard, in addition to a solid theoretical foundation, you also need to complete a variety of complex magic experiments. And any magic experiment, from raw materials, reagents, samples, packaging and transportation, to the purchase, installation, repair of instruments and equipment, to the transformation of the experimental field, external collaboration, etc., it is not an exaggeration to describe the cost as flowing water - if it is an original experiment, in addition to the huge cost of failure, it also needs a series of legal support and alliance approval costs.

It can be said that every high-level wizard is made of the same amount of gold.

In this regard, there is very little help that schools can provide. That's why many graduates of First University plunge headlong into the vast new world, because where wilderness and opportunity coexist, young wizards can complete the primitive accumulation as quickly as possible.

Soon, Zheng Qing swept all the black grass around the blanket.

He also figured out what the different lines meant.

The stems of the grass are covered with thin white lines with varying numbers of silver horns at the roots, yellow thin lines are golden beans, and thin lines such as red, purple, and green are hidden in crystal clear gems.

Zheng Qing felt that his jaw was about to stop salivaing.

"Rich, rich~"

"Silver slots, golden beans, and they fell into my cloth bag~"

"An opal in the left hand, an emerald in the right hand~"

"I'm going to build two labs~"

"I also want to build a beautiful cat nest~"

The young wizard hummed an untold tune, and buried himself in pulling weeds, until he pulled out a large clearing around the blanket, and on which glittering gold and clear gems were piled up into a hill.

And this is not even a drop in the bucket compared to the vast black grasslands.

He had reason to believe that, looking down from the sky, the place he was cleaning now might not even be the size of a needle.

'Take as much as you can'

The words of the man in yellow suddenly resurfaced in Zheng Qing's mind, giving him a new understanding of this sentence. It is impossible to pull out the grass of this world, you must learn to stop in moderation.

With this realization, Zheng Qing began to knock the sorted gems and gold into the gray cloth bag.

His gray cloth bag does not have a large capacity, less than five cubic meters, and only five boxes are contained in it on weekdays, mainly various textbooks, tools and materials. This time he broke into the dream realm, and he also prepared some extra field supplies and food.

Now, for the sake of gems and gold, Zheng Qing rearranged his gray cloth bag, throwing away the bottles and cans, wooden boxes, and even some textbooks that could be repurchased.

Food can be a burden and carried on the body.

If the rune paper can be carried into your arms, try to carry it in your arms.

Using all kinds of means to fill the gray cloth bag, Zheng Qing finally eliminated the small, shiny 'hill' on the blanket.

"So be it. ”

Carrying a burden of food, a gray cloth bag around his waist, and a small leather bag full of precious stones in each hand, the wizard stood in the field, bidding farewell to the overturned empty chest, messy books, and broken jars on the blanket, and resuming his journey to the bronze gate.

The silver horns and golden beans scattered on the ground glittered in the gray sky, and Zheng Qing forced himself to ignore those charming lusters.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

He felt that the tall bronze door in the distance seemed to be a little smaller than before.

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