"Hehe...", Changzhi's giggling voice was soft and delicate.

"It's fun to step on mud, let's build clay figurines later." ”

Lin Nan was speechless, glanced at Chang Zhi, who was enjoying himself, and rolled his eyes. By this mistake, he became attached to this little boy, but when he broke into the cage formation and fell into a coma, he was always guarding and taking care of him at night, which he was quite grateful for.

"Chang Zhi, you play and play, but you have to be very careful of that fairy rice!" It was a mistake to let that little ghost go to the field, and every time Chang Zhi fell, Lin Nan was terrified.

"Hey, hey... If you could trample on the immortal rice with two feet, Qinglian Gu would have no rice to uncover the pot a long time ago. Chang Zhi pinched the mud in his hand and smiled.

Lin Nan was dumbfounded, so he had to shake his head and continue to search. He was engrossed in probing every inch of dirt in the field, one vertical, one vertical, and his busy figure was like a farmer in the field.

"Isn't the world also like the Qinglian Valley to grow rice?" Chang Zhi asked beside the field, playing with clay figures.

"Of course not! secular rice needs to be fertilized, weeded, irrigated......"

Chang Zhi suddenly thought about it and said: "Qinglian Valley Immortal Rice can be irrigated as long as it is irrigated, so let Senior Brother let them put the immortal rice seeds in the world, no, you can let the worldly people not have to do so much farm work." ”

Lin Nan exhaled, this little ancestor is really a hundred thousand why.

"Immortal rice needs to be cultivated in a place with strong spiritual energy, and the irrigation water is drawn from spiritual runes, which is not possible in the world. ”

"Oh. Chang Zhi nodded, and in his thoughts, his dark eyes revealed a deep curiosity about the world.

Halfway through the exploration, Lin Nan asked, "You said that this spiritual field does not produce immortal rice, is it because of the lack of spiritual energy?"

"Well, that's what the valley lord said. Chang Zhi pinched and rolled his little clay figure and replied.

Lin Nan's puzzlement was even worse, the same mountain and the same water, what caused the loss of spiritual energy? Could it be that this spiritual field was cursed as others said?

Daofa also talks about curse magic, which originated from southern Xinjiang wizards.

Just when he was thinking about it, there was an "oops", and he seemed to step on a blunt object, and the pain was incomparable.

Lin Nan instantly bounced, and scolded in his heart: Unlucky, the real fucking blessing is not a single line. He hurriedly hugged his legs and moved to the field and sat down, and when he raised his foot, he saw that the soles of his feet were bleeding nonstop, and there were faint signs of rolling out. He grabbed a handful of weeds and rubbed them into slag, but it still didn't relieve the bleeding.

Seeing this, Chang Zhi trotted over, "Quick, quickly apply the gold sore cream, this is the medicine that my master has configured to stop bleeding." ”

Lin Nan didn't say a word, took it and poured it into the wound.

"Hey, it's strange, I said that I went up the mountain to collect medicine, bruises and sprains, and only need to apply a little ointment to heal, why can't you stop bleeding after wiping so many half-inch-deep wounds?" Chang Zhi scratched his head in confusion.

Chang Zhi said this, Lin Nan also looked at the wound carefully, the wound was not deep, and the strange thing was that the blood was gushing like a spring. Then, they wasted a lot of effort to barely let it bleed.

And while they were tending to their wounds, they didn't see the blood flowing into the spiritual field, as if it was being pulled towards a mud pit of footprints.

After a while, Lin Nan was uneven and said, "I want to see what the hell is so ruined that I shed half a bucket of blood." ”

"Your wound has just stopped bleeding and should not be wet, so let me help you salvage it. Chang Zhi saw that Lin Nan wanted to move, so he took the lead.

Lin Nan didn't object, nodded his head, and said, "Be careful." ”

Chang Zhi followed Lin Nan's footprints for a while, and fished out a half-zhang long, strangely shaped thing from the pit, it looked like a sickle, no, to be precise, it was a broken Death Scythe, rinsed clean, revealing the dark red color inside.

Chang Zhi looked at it, handed it to Lin Nan, and said, "Is it a sickle?"

After holding it in his hand and considering it for a long time, Lin Nan checked it again and said, "Is this a spiritual weapon?"

Chang Zhi shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be, if it is a spiritual weapon, it will appear under the Qiankun Mirror early." ”

"It's something so light, so hard, and so cold to the bone. Lin Nan knocked on it, making a sound like two bones hitting each other.

He handed it back to Chang Zhi, Chang Zhi looked at it, and passed it back, you hold it for a while, he will take it for a while. The two of them have their own opinions.

In the end, Lin Nan said: "There are many strange things in this spiritual field, and this matter will be kept secret for the time being. ”

Chang nodded in agreement.

After a long period of no result, the two also left one after another, Lin Nan was depressed and lame, swaying, and returned to his small courtyard.