My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 202 Soul Search?

"In this world, there is a fixed number of children whose spiritual roots manifest every year!"

"One thousandth, this is the rule and law of the heaven and earth magic circle!" The old man said loudly: "Whether it is those female cultivators who use the [Pull Spirit Art] to stimulate the babies in the womb, or practice the method of stimulating the spiritual roots like you , the final result is that if there is one more child with spiritual roots on your side, there will be one less around you. The total number is the same!"

Yang Zhen suddenly realized that the Zhao family was like this.Although the mothers of Zhao Yueer, Zhao Ying, Zhao Lian and others were female cultivators, they also managed to manifest their spiritual roots.But out of the seven thousand children in the Zhao family that year, only seven of them had spiritual roots.

"For the Zongmen, this kind of exercises consumes resources and will not increase the number of monks. What is the use of keeping them? So in the early years, a large number of such exercises were collected and collected from the people, and all of them are hidden here. "

"Then my book?"

"If you are willing to hand it in, the sect will give you one hundred contribution points. If you don't want to, you won't force it now. It's not a bad thing to have a few left outside." The old man didn't care.

"However, with this exercise alone, I'm afraid you can't let your wood spirit roots continue to grow, right?"

"Yes," Yang Zhen said frankly: "Based on this body training exercise, my great elder modified an improved version, which can stimulate the growth of water-type spiritual roots. Later, I made another one based on this to stimulate the growth of wood-type spiritual roots. A recipe for growing."

"Really?" The old man's eyes lit up: "Write it quickly!"

Yang Zhen picked up a pen and paper, and silently wrote out the improved version of Mammy, and then attached Yiyi's revised wooden version.

The old man picked up Mammy's version of the water system first, and after reading a few lines, he praised loudly: "Ingenious, not the same! You great elders, you are so talented!"

"Your Great Elder, what is the Dao name?" He asked casually.

"I am the great elder of the Zhao family, my surname is Zhang, and my Taoist name is Hejing. I used to be a disciple of the Xuanfeng Hall of Yumo Palace." Yang Zhen said respectfully.

"Zhang Hejing?" The old man muttered a few words and shook his head, as if he didn't remember the name.

He then picked up Yiyi's wooden version, glanced at it, and nodded: "Well, the idea is the same as the previous one..."

After a while, he looked at Yang Zhen with surprise on his face: "You made this?"

"Yes." Yang Zhen answered loudly.

He was not afraid of the old man's doubts.

Sure enough, the old man didn't seem to believe it, he pointed to one part of the exercise and asked: "Then tell me, why are you using Aesculus here?"

"Echinacea grows in water. Although it is a wood type, it is actually aquatic," Yang Zhen talked eloquently: "It is similar to the golden needle fish of the great elder. Although it is water-based, it likes to eat iron sand. It has the wonderful relationship between the five elements."

For these two exercises, especially the wooden version, he has already made the usage of each part clear under Yiyi's guidance.

At that time, so that he could afford the above spiritual materials, Yiyi chose common spiritual herbs, which can be found everywhere.He can tell their characteristics one by one at this moment, and it doesn't seem abrupt.

After listening to the old man, he didn't say whether it was good or bad, and suddenly asked: "You know so many spiritual herbs, so what happened to the results of [Herb Identification] in the selection competition?"

Yang Zhen immediately stated his guess about the last question.

Only then did the old man nod in praise and said: "It seems that you really put your heart into it, which is rare."

It seems that he believed Yang Zhen's explanation.

Passing through here, a stone fell to Yang Zhen's heart.

The old man continued the topic just now: "What happened later? How did you go from one inch to three inches?"

Yang Zhen first narrated what happened in Qingyu Mountain, frankly admitting that most of the water aura absorbed by Zhao Yueer at that time entered his body.

"Since then, I have felt that the spiritual roots in my body are still growing. Later, I consciously eat more water-type spiritual materials."

he finally said.

He couldn't elaborate on the latter, so he could only answer in this way.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about the process.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, like a tiger that would prey on someone.

Yang Zhen's heart tightened suddenly.

The old man frowned, with displeasure on his face: "Is that all?"

"Yes." Yang Zhen answered bravely.

The old man stared at him closely, and his voice gradually became harsh: "You are so confident that your spiritual roots can continue to grow? For this reason, you don't hesitate to waste two years and don't practice!"

"Yes." Yang Zhen gritted her teeth secretly and insisted.

"Raise your head!" the old man ordered.

Not knowing why, Yang Zhen looked up at the old man.

The old man's eyes are deep, like two black holes that are constantly rotating!
Yang Zhen felt dizzy for a while, and the black hole grew bigger and bigger, approaching him, as if it wanted to drag him into it.

This is--

Do you want to search for souls?He was horrified.

can not sleep!He shouted to himself!Gritting his teeth, he sticks to the clarity in the altar.

But the difference between the realms of the two is like a bright moon to a firefly.His insistence on this point is just a shivering grass in the face of the upside down.

Can a small grass stop the collapse of the mountain and the crack of the ground?

however--

He seemed to block it?
The black hole disappeared, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the old man's slightly cloudy eyes with no waves in the ancient well.

Everything just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Is this the soul that has searched me, or not?
He was silent, feeling uneasy.

The old man was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he said leisurely, "Thank you for your hard work tonight."

"Your set of exercises, and these two improved versions, just leave them here!"

"As compensation, Zongmen will give you three hundred contribution points."

"This bottle of Hushudan, since it has been taken out of the Zongmen treasury, you take the rest!"

A white jade bottle flew over lightly.

"And this box of mid-grade wood spirit stones is also your reward!"

After speaking, another dark brown wooden box was delivered.

Yang Zhen didn't know what happened, and she didn't dare to refuse, so she had to stretch out her hand to take things one by one.

"Don't tell anyone what happened tonight." The old man warned.

Yang Zhen hurriedly agreed.

"Okay, go down!" The old man waved his hand, looking a little discouraged.

Yang Zhen suddenly felt that she was swept up by a gust of wind and floated to the outside.

The speed was very fast, and the houses and corridors he had seen when he came here quickly receded before his eyes.

He almost exclaimed.

Soon, the gust of wind sent him to the outside, where a man in green robe waited quietly in the snow.

It was Wei Biao.

Without saying a word, Hall Master Wei stretched out his hand to grab him, and called out the flying boat at the same time.

The black boat galloped towards the way it came from.

……

At the same time, in the hall
The old man sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself:

"This son just talked about it, and it's not true..."

"His spiritual root has grown from one inch to three inches, there must be a reason for it."

"Based on my cultivation, it is completely feasible to erase this memory after searching the soul."

"At most, he will hurt his mind a little, and he will just make up for it in the future."

"That's it-"

The old man slowly turned his head to the left ear room, his face seemed puzzled, and asked in a low voice:

"You want me to call him here late at night, but why don't you let me ask him?"

(End of this chapter)