Concubine Cultivation Records

Chapter 69 Chapter 68
Just as Qin Qingshui was talking dryly with the old man, he saw Ku Rong Lao lowering his head, looking at a figure under the green banyan tree.

The anxious disciples outside Wanfa Pavilion were still doing nothing to discuss with each other, but suddenly they heard a rumbling sound from the green banyan tree, and Wanfa Pavilion, which had been closed for many days, reopened.

A group of disciples flocked to the pavilion in a hurry, fearing that the Wanfa Pavilion would be closed for no reason.

Seeing that the Wanfa Pavilion finally opened the door, the gatekeeper inside finally breathed a sigh of relief, and entered the pavilion to collect the contribution points from the disciples who read the book, and planned to double the reward for the low-level disciple who received the task.

Qin Qingshui leaned out while standing by the fence on the green banyan tree, but saw Qin Rongqian who hadn't heard from him for a long time.

Pointing at the figure with excitement, he opened his mouth to show off: "Elder Ku Rong, look! That girl in the small, light blue skirt, I tell you that she is my friend! Shan Mu Linggen, qualifications so good!

It's very powerful to practice Qi without getting started!I haven't seen her for several months." Qin Qingshui said, his originally excited expression gradually weakened, and then his face turned gloomy.

Oh, she suddenly remembered that she had accepted the task, and she couldn't go down to play with Qianqian until the evening.

Ku Rong looked at the little human cub and smelled the extremely fresh pure wood aura, and nodded lightly: "Indeed, not bad."

This was one of the few replies from Kurong Lao, but Qin Qingshui didn't like it very much. He was her friend, so of course he couldn't be wrong.

So she went on to say: "Just, isn't it good, what else?"

Ku Rong turned his head and glanced at Qin Qingshui, pursed his lips, stroked the brown beard on his chin, and said, "It smells very elegant, and it must taste good too."

?

Qin Qingshui raised his head, with some doubts in his pupils, and then his face gradually became shocked.

No, that was not the kind of evaluation she wanted to hear.

These words are just listening, quite creepy, but in the heart of Kurong Lao, he is telling the truth.

Such a human cultivator with pure wood spiritual roots has a gentle aura. To the monsters outside, the existence of this kind of cultivator is equivalent to a walking elixir.

And compared to ordinary elixir, it is free of toxicity and can increase the power of qi and blood. Such a monk, compared with ordinary human monks, is naturally more able to attract the attention of the monster race.

And he himself has no habit of cannibalism, but he is not a pure and good person either.

Although the Lingzu like to live near the spiritual veins, eat the wind and drink the dew, and occasionally eat some meat, but they don't mind.

Even among the waste pills he ate in the past, many of them were refined from the bones and blood of monsters.

After Qin Qingshui was shocked, he immediately changed the topic and began to praise his friend's merits, frantically trying to dispel the elder's shocking thoughts.

What kind of aptitude is excellent, diligent in cultivation, loves retreat, comes from a family but is kind-hearted, all the way from the first acquaintance to Qin Rongqian leading a group of monks from the family to climb to the top of the heavenly ranks together.

Not afraid of hardships and dangers, carrying a fellow who has helped everyone, climbed to the top together.

The human cub with the pure wood aura also entered the Wanfa Pavilion, and Kurong Lao listened to Qin Qingshui talking about that person's deeds.

But he couldn't help but sneered: "Is there still such a person in today's world of cultivating immortals?"

Then a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he disappeared.

That pure wood aura really pleases him, but this temperament is so familiar that it is annoying.

Qin Qingshui stared blankly at the disappearing elder, and then saw that the gate of Wanfa Pavilion had been opened. After thinking for a while, he went down the Muxu stairs excitedly.

Now she should be considered to have completed the mission, go find Qianqian to play with.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the spirit race is a special kind of existence. The spirit race is cultivated by grass and trees for countless years, but only those who give birth to spiritual wisdom in the end can be called the spirit race.

Whether it is a righteous monk or a demon monk among the human race, they will hardly harm the spirit race, because those who dare to do such things will often be attacked by the entire human race.

The exception is the Yaozu. In the eyes of those ninety-nine out of ten mindless things, the Eldar are just eating more delicious spiritual things.

However, the conditions for the birth of the Spirit Race are quite harsh. Most of the spiritual creatures in the world are difficult to give birth to spiritual intelligence, and the Spirit Race is even more so.

There has always been a saying in the human race that plants and trees have no heart. For the demon race, the demon race is just birds and beasts, which are transformed from snakes, insects, rats and ants, and they are collectively called the demon race.

These monster races were originally mortal beasts in the world. After bathing in the emperor's fluid one day, they awakened their spiritual wisdom and became the overlord of one side.

Then, by relying on the power of the bloodline, the power is passed on, so that its descendants can have a probability of possessing spiritual wisdom and inherit part of its powerful power. This is the Yaozu.

If there is no inheritance of spiritual wisdom, it is the same as the spirit race, the spirit tribe without spiritual wisdom is a spiritual plant, and the monster race without spiritual wisdom is a monster.

As for Diliuye, it is said that between heaven and earth, every 99 years, the bright moon in the sky falls from the sky on a certain day when the bright moon is in the sky.

The emperor's liquid scattered into the sky and fell to the ground, but most of them disappeared in the void, only a small amount of the emperor's liquid fell to the ground, and was thrown into some monsters, awakening their spiritual wisdom.

Even among the descendants of those powerful monster clans, apart from inheriting a lot of power, most of them are just monsters who have not activated their spiritual intelligence.

The spirit plant is different. If the emperor's fluid falls on the spirit plant on the ground, it will have no effect at all. It cannot turn the spirit plant into a spirit race and awaken the spiritual wisdom.

The heaven and the earth are fluid and intelligent, but the grass and trees have no heart, but they can only end up in vain.

Because there is no mind, there is no spiritual wisdom.

Therefore, the reason for the existence of the Spirit Race is very different from that of the Yao Race.

Among the plants and trees in the world, only one with a heart can become a spiritual race.

And the heart of the spirit race is mostly endowed by mortals who are weak from birth, but possess seven emotions and six desires.

Ku Ronglao doesn't know many spirit races, such as the old loquat in Yaowang Valley, which was planted when it died, and is now as tall as a roof, and the peach red girl in Wanjian Mountain who is in this gate last year.

In the Albizia sect, the peony that moves the capital when the flowers bloom, and in Kugushan, the Mingju Lord, who will be killed by hundreds of flowers after the flowers bloom.

Oh, that is the sect of the devil, but the spirit clan only guards the spiritual veins, and the struggle between good and evil among the human race has nothing to do with the spirit clan.

As for the other Eldar, they knew Kurong, but Kurong didn't know them.

For Kurong Lao, how can those little things that are not even six thousand years old be compared with a big spirit like him?Of course this is impossible.

Who would be seven or eight thousand years old and still play with those little things that are three or four thousand years old, they don't deserve it!
　I will finish it in about three months. The reason is that I must have rushed at that time. I opened a new book and went to me, but of course I will write this book seriously.

　　But I really want to write a farming essay. I wrote a 2-word outline, but I failed to sign the contract. I plan to write a serious beginning, and then re-write the farming essay.

　　
　
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