Xiuxian: Get out of the way, I can change character attribute points

Chapter 16 A Saint Fell From the Sky

The defensive formation is still quietly hidden in the void hundreds of feet above Lingjian Peak. Occasionally, there will be flashes of color and a surge of spiritual energy, strictly guarding the safety of the core resident of the Lingjian Gate within a radius of ten miles of Lingjian Peak.

As for the vicinity of the ginseng field, nothing changed. Apart from myself and those ginseng, there was no ghost shadow, only the sound of the breeze blowing through the air, insects and frogs, the fragrance of the medicine filled the air, and the aura was dense. Quiet and lonely.

It must be my own illusion.

How could someone dare to break into the defensive formation of the Spirit Sword Gate, and how could someone come to such a remote place.

Too many things have passed this day, and it is inevitable that I will be mentally exhausted.

Zhou Hanshan stood up straight and glanced at it casually, then ignored it and continued to water the spirit ginseng.

Although the branches and leaves on the ground of these spiritual ginseng are only a little bit small, the ginseng body under the ground is extremely huge, intertwined like a horned dragon, extending densely towards the spiritual veins, each one occupies a large piece of spiritual field, so listen It seems very simple, just to water the spirit ginseng, but in fact it takes a lot of time and energy. Each one needs to be poured at least ten buckets of water to be thoroughly watered. More than 50 plants are more than 500 buckets of water. Although the spirit ginseng field It is only six or seven feet away from Crescent Lake, but it needs to run back and forth more than 500 times to pour it down completely, and it doesn't take an hour to get down at all.

Spirit Sword Sect also requires watering in the morning, noon and evening, as well as repelling insects and pulling weeds. This day's work of ginseng will take at least four hours. Will be exhausted, mentally sluggish, backache, exhausted, where there is time to practice.

No wonder "Zhou Hanshan", who was born in a peasant family, can have such a quiet and secluded environment. That's because tending the ginseng field is one of the heaviest and most tiring labors in the Lingjian Sect. Whoever has roots or a good family will do this, naturally It fell on him, a peasant boy with no roots, no roots and no money, and he started working from the very beginning. He has been working for three consecutive years and has never changed.

It can also be seen from this that the Spirit Sword Sect thinks that it is fair and just, but in fact the weak will prey on the strong, and the victor is king. The rules of the world of cultivating immortals have not changed.

Fortunately, I came to this world with my golden finger.

While thinking wildly, according to the past habit, I watered every spirit ginseng once to repel insects and pull weeds, and another hour has passed.

The sunset glow recedes, the moon rises to the top of the mountain, and Lingjian Mountain has come to Mu Ye Shi.

The mist is lingering, insects are singing and animals are calling, the fragrance of medicine is surging, and the mountains are full of shadows. Although there is moonlight shining lightly, the light is dim. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is still dark and gloomy, blurry.

However, for immortal cultivators like Zhou Hanshan, after exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, exercising their bodies, removing impurities, clearing their ears and eyesight, and being able to see things at night, even though the light is dim, everything can still be seen clearly. There is no difference between day and night. too much difference.

After pouring the last ginseng, he put down the bucket, straightened up and stretched his sore waist. Although he was a little tired, he was in an indescribably peaceful mood.

From now on, I will be the "Zhou Hanshan" of this world.

Turn the bucket upside down, sit on the bucket and watch the huge mountain shadow and the night quietly for a while. After a long time, I returned to the hut with the wooden bucket, put the wooden bucket under the eaves, pushed the door and walked in.

There was a rustling sound, Zhou Hanshan took a closer look, and saw a big bird the height of a man was struggling to get up from the ground and looked at him.

With golden eyes, dark golden feathers, a head like a golden eagle, a neck like a golden snake, and claws like iron hooks, the whole body is shrouded in a hazy golden aura. It turns out to be...

The fifth-level demon bird Jinpeng bird!
However, it was injured, and it was very serious. One wing and one claw were broken, and the white bone stubble was visible. Only half of the muscles were still connected, and it was not completely broken. The dripping blood continued to flow from the wound, and it was already stained red. The bluestone roof under his feet was filled with bloody smell.

Its eyes are weak, its vitality is declining, it is dying, and it is full of the smell of candles in the wind. Although it raises the last trace of demon power to guard against itself, it can't last long at all. If it is not treated in time, it will definitely die soon.

And there is more than Jin Pengniao in the hut, there is a woman lying on his stone couch behind it, and at this moment, she barely propped herself up from the stone couch and looked at him.

She was wearing a bright purple silk dress, with a swallowtail bun, her black knotted tail hanging on her shoulders, her eyes were like autumn water, bright and moving, her nose was straight, her chin was sharp, her skin was as white and flawless as jade, and her neck was as beautiful as jade. Slender as a swan, the figure under the silk skirt is excellent and full, and the whole person can't pick out a single flaw, just like a purple rose, with a holy, noble, beautiful and peaceful temperament, with an amazing beauty .

It's just that she also seems to be seriously injured now, her face is pale, her eyes are weak, and there is a trace of dark red blood at the corner of her mouth. She barely got up from the stone couch, looked at Zhou Hanshan with her dark eyes, and asked weakly: "Are you who?"

Zhou Hanshan smiled and said, "Madam, it seems that I should ask you. This is the Shentian Hut of the Spirit Sword Sect. I am Zhou Hanshan, a disciple of the outer sect of the Spirit Sword Sect. May I ask who you are?"

I don't know when this person and bird came to the Shentian hut. Could it be that the movement of the defensive formation and the breath felt nearby were caused by this person and bird?
The girl in the silk skirt was about to answer when her complexion changed suddenly. She spat out a mouthful of foul blood with a strong stench with a "wow", blinked her eyes vigorously, but finally failed, her body softened, and she passed out on the early stone couch. Gritting his teeth tightly, his face showed pain. Obviously, the injuries in his body were very serious, and he had reached the point where he couldn't hold on.

Well, let me see for myself.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Hanshan could only shake his head and stare intently at the silkworm skirt girl.

A red attribute box flashes.

[Qiu Moli: female, 28 years old, saintess of the Heavenly Demon Palace, sixth-level spirit sword celestial master]

【基础属性：元气325/4423；身法12/1499；灵性650/688；生命220/1780；防御338/1678】

【剑技：天妖御剑术（宇阶上品）386；天妖幻剑盾（宇阶上品）385；天妖刺天剑（宇阶上品）322；惊鸿剑（洪阶上品）732；九啸乱神剑（宙阶下品）212；天妖降魔剑（宇阶中品）185；影剑（荒阶上品）999（九层大圆满）】

[Other Taoism: Basic Restraining Technique 823; Basic Artifact Refining Technique 528; Heavenly Demon Breaking Array (Universal Rank Middle Grade) 308]

[Special Attribute: Ethereal Sword Intent 12]

It's not a small background.

She turned out to be the saintess of the Tianyao Palace, the number one cultivating sect in Yunling Prefecture.

No wonder he is only 28 years old, and his cultivation has already reached level six Spirit Sword Master.

You must know that Chi Juntang is 68 years old this year, and he is a second-level spirit sword celestial master, but he is 40 years older than Qiu Moli.

And also comprehend the sword intent that ordinary people can hardly comprehend.

This cultivation talent is indeed outstanding, and can be called a genius among geniuses. No wonder she was made a saint by the Heavenly Demon Palace.

But what kind of injury did she suffer to make such a powerful sixth-level spirit sword celestial master like her unconscious?
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