king of black mist.

Chapter 522 Guardian

Fairy couldn't sleep all night.

When she was lying on the bed, the ghost of the hanged person who thought she had forgotten it came to her mind again.

Hanged ghosts stood outside the courtyard wall, there were hanged ghosts in the well water in the yard, and people were hanged on the green plum tree that they liked very much during the day.

There was a hanged ghost dangling in front of his eyes.

She tried to remember other things, such as becoming a fairy, or dreaming that after becoming a fairy, Liu Yuanwai would bleed profusely, ride the sword and ride the wind, and get away with it.

But it's useless, the hanged ghost has become a favorite, the ghost's head, the wet black hair of the dead, the headless corpse, the thick and weird hemp rope
The details became clearer and clearer. In the courtyard, inside and outside the house, and under the bed, she felt that the hanged ghosts were already densely packed.

There is even a hanged ghost lying beside him!

Shen Xian'er suddenly opened her eyes, as if staring at someone, fierce and frightened!
【What's wrong? ] Li Changzhou asked.

"Excited, excited, can't sleep." Shen Xian'er said hopelessly.

She didn't dare to say that she was afraid of ghosts, because she was afraid of bugs, she was given a good lesson by the gods.

It's a pity that if Li Changzhou didn't have a younger sister who was afraid of ghosts, he might have believed her. After all, he himself was sometimes excited by extraordinary power.

[I like cultivating immortals so much, so I got up and practiced the 'Cloud and Rain Technique'. 】

In fact, Shenxian'er was quite sleepy. She didn't sleep in the temple last night, and she tossed a lot of things during the day. Practicing one level of qi can make people more energetic, but she must sleep.

But what can be done?

Shen Xian'er sat up exhaustedly—without any clothes, she took the jade slip and stuck it between her eyebrows. She couldn't read it for a while because of her distracted mind.

Taking a deep breath, gradually calming down, a villain appeared in the dark field of vision.

The cloud and rain technique is very simple.

Squeeze the tactic with both hands to activate the mana in Qihai, and walk around the four meridians once.

These four meridians are all the "Yunyu Qingmu Kungfu"'s work route, and so on, the fireball technique should also follow the meridians of the "Blazing Flame Bathing Fire Art".

In this way, people who practice "Cloud and Rain Green Wood Art" are naturally not as fast as those who practice "Fire and Bathing Fire Jue", and their power is far less.
"Huh~, huh~," Shen Xian'er tilted her head and fell asleep.

Hypnosis depends on learning!
The next morning, when it was still daylight, Shen Xianer woke up, without him, occupational disease - she used to be a maid, and used to boil hot water for the young mistress to wash her face.

But this time was different from the past, I didn't feel sleepy at all, I was refreshed, and I didn't have a single dream last night.

【Exercise】

Shen Xian'er squeezed the meditation mudra, exhaled and exhaled with a special breathing method, until she took a breath of fresh air, she immediately used the twelve mudra.

The mudra can't be fast or slow, it must keep up with the speed of the aura, and change the corresponding formula at the moment the aura enters the corresponding meridian.

During this process, the breath should not be disordered, the handprints should not be wrong by a single bit, and the spirit should be concentrated, so that the aura is unruly. Only in this way can it be firmly stabilized and ensure that the exercises are performed on the correct route.

It wasn't until the sun was on the horizon, peeking at the world, that the fairy did not stop.

"One morning, refine three wisps of spiritual energy. With my energy, I can do one in the morning, one in the middle of the night, and one in the evening. That's nine wisps a day." She counted with her fingers.

"The second layer of "Yun Yu Qing Mu Gong" needs 81 spiritual energy, that is... that is nine days.

"The third layer needs 160 two ways, eighteen days; to break through the fourth layer to liquefy mana, it depends on understanding, and the time is uncertain."

"The fifth layer needs."

[Okay,] Li Changzhou interrupted her thoughts, [What do you spend so much time on in a Qi refining period, pick up a hoe, and go farming is what you should do. 】

Shenxian'er always felt that there was something wrong with the words of Lord Shenming.

I got out of bed, stretched my muscles and bones a little, and put on the tube top, trousers, and coat one by one.

When I ran away, I stuffed it casually, I didn't fold it properly, and I put it in the bag for a while, it was full of wrinkles.

Not caring so much, she put the branch in her waist, pinned the seed bag of spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables on the other side, and took the hoe she bought yesterday to go out.

I don't want to eat pancakes, so I only have two!
As soon as he walked out of the yard, the neighbor happened to be out too.

Shen Xian'er subconsciously wanted to say hello, but when she saw the other party, her clear eyes suddenly became sharp.

It's the little monk selling mud!

The other party was also carrying a hoe, staring at her menacingly.

The two are like two little dogs facing each other.

Until the fairy blinked first.

"Hmph~" The little monk was extremely proud, and walked to the terraced fields in the distance.

Shen Xian'er rubbed her dry and sore eyes, and vowed to avenge this revenge!
The two went to Lingtian Mountain one after the other, and it turned out that their Lingtians were next to each other.

This is also a matter of course, after all, the yards are next to each other.

Ling rice has already been planted in the spiritual field of the little monk. She is not very old, but her hands and feet are quite nimble, and she can hoe the weeds in a short time.

Shen Xian'er admires her in her heart, but she is more competitive.

She picked up the hoe and started weeding too.

Her spiritual field has been barren for a while, because the spiritual energy is abundant, and the weeds are taller than people. As soon as she entered, everyone disappeared.

After only hoeing for a while, I was so tired that I sat on the ridge to rest.

At this time, the little monk came back carrying two barrels of spiritual spring water, sweating profusely, and his small body was so pressed that he couldn't straighten up.

When I arrived at my lingtian, I wiped off my sweat, and immediately watered the lingmi and lingveg one by one with lingquan water, with a serious and careful look, and never slack off.

Shenxian'er gritted her teeth, picked up the hoe and continued weeding regardless of fatigue.

The two have nothing to do with each other, you are in your spiritual field, and I am in mine, but they are fighting secretly, who is not willing to admit defeat.

After weeding, the fairy really couldn't move, and lay on the weed pile, as if dead.

A voice from a distance—

"Humph~"

Shenxian'er's fist hardened.

But he let go immediately, and the fist was soft and weak.

Li Changzhou liked this little monk selling spirit fields very much, he was very similar to him when he was a child, hardworking and cheap.

The fairy rested on the weeds for a while, and at this time, practitioners came up the mountain one after another and started weeding.

The morning has only just begun.

Shenxian'er also continued to get busy and started planting spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables.

When she was facing the loess and her back to the sky, the little monk was going to other monks' field ridges, collecting weeds and binding them one by one.

The little monk has obviously lived here for a while, and is familiar with many monks, and has asked for a lot of weeds.

The weeds in the spiritual field are not ordinary, and if you can feed some low-level spirit beasts and monsters, if you are willing to work hard and sweat, it is also a good income.

Therefore, even if there are weeds in the spiritual fields that no one cultivates, other people cannot cut them away, unless they pay the breathing tax for the weeds.

In addition to the little monks, there are also a few monks who are collecting weeds, and the gods have become sweet pastries.

Shenxian'er is new here and doesn't know what the weeds are for, but when someone wants them, she doesn't know what they are for and keeps them just in case.

After planting the spirit rice and spirit vegetables, she beat her sore waist, rested on the weeds, and pondered the 'cloud and rain technique'.

Without the spirit rain technique, you can only pick the spirit spring water.

She didn't think her slender figure could withstand the ravages of the spiritual spring water.

Shenxian'er is extremely talented, coupled with the "Yunyu Qingmu Kungfu" that he had already learned, he mastered the cloud and rain technique after a few tries.

The first time she cast a spell, she was ready.

Standing on the ridge of the field, pinching the magic formula with both hands, the mana in the sea of ​​energy is like a dragon and snake coming out of a hole, and under the guidance of will and magic formula, it flows into the four specific meridians.

call!
The breeze was blowing, and there was a little moisture in the air.

The fairy was ecstatic in her heart.

【Meditation】

With the activation of 'Say what you say', she immediately stabilized her mind and retreated from the edge of the cliff where she failed to cast the spell.

The water vapor became heavier and heavier, and a dark cloud appeared, not high, just above the fairy's head.

When the spiritual energy in the body was exhausted, there was a splash, and the rain with spiritual energy poured down.

"Hahahahaha!" The little monk burst out laughing.

Under the dark clouds, Shen Xian'er, who was drenched in water, had both fists hardened, and her beautiful black hair stuck to her face.

That's right, the dark cloud is above Shenxian'er's head, not Lingtian.

What made Shen Xianer even more angry was——

【Ha ha ha ha! 】

Lord Shenming is also laughing!
She wiped her face, only she knew if there were tears in the rain.

But soon, she laughed.

She can make rain!She can make rain!She can make rain!
If no one is around, and if the casting doesn't drain her mana and leave her limp, she must yell!

She can make rain!
The little monk went down the mountain carrying weeds. After Shen Xianer recovered his mana, he used the cloud and rain technique again.

Of course she didn't learn to control the range of the cloud and rain technique, so this time, she stood in the middle of the spiritual field!

The seeds just planted germinated immediately!

Fortunately, the mud seller left, otherwise she, who had already failed today, would have lost even more thoroughly.

While recovering her energy and waiting for her clothes to dry, she lay on the pile of weeds, looking at the lush seedlings, feeling so satisfied that she even crossed her legs and had a weed in her mouth.

Everyone present, including herself, ignored one point. She succeeded in casting the spell the first time, and she was still a mortal yesterday.

Fortunately, she was new here, and everyone didn't know her details, so they didn't feel much about her.

Li Changzhou knew it, but in his opinion, this level was only average, not worth mentioning.

After the rest, the fairy laughed, and the wrinkled clothes were smoothed out!
"Humph hum, hum hum, hum hum~" She hummed and carried the weeds down the mountain.

But soon, sweating profusely, she threw the weeds on the hillside and kicked them out.

Weeds rolled down the hillside.

Save effort!

It reminded Li Changzhou of the scene when he was carrying mineral water while he was studying. One by one, the boys threw the buckets on the corridor and kicked them with their feet.

But there is a problem -

"Hey! Not over there! Weeds, come back! Come back to me!"

This is a hillside, not a corridor, and there is no "track". Shen Xianer ran along the way, so she was lucky, otherwise weeds rolled into other people's spiritual fields, and compensation would be indispensable.

It was already noon when I went down the mountain, and I happened to meet the little monk going out, holding a bundle of stalls and a pile of weeds in his hand.

[Ask what is the use of weeds]

"Ah" the fairy was not happy.

【Anyway, you lost enough today】

Fairy: "."

【Only two cakes left】

Shenxian'er held the weed firmly, pointed at it and muttered ferociously: "Stand by for orders, dare to run and kill you! No, burn you!"

She stepped forward and stopped the little monk.

"Why?" The little monk became vigilant, "This is the territory of the Qingyue Sect, if you dare to do it, my jade talisman will be crushed, and the law enforcement team will come immediately!"

"What's the use of weeds?" Shen Xianer asked dryly.

"What?" Her voice was small and fast, and the little monk could actually hear it clearly, but she still asked subconsciously.

"Weeds," Shen Xianer slowed down, "what's the use?"

"Why should I?" The little monk paused, turning his eyes to the weeds standing still in the distance.

That was a big bundle.

She changed the subject and said, "Give me yours, and I'll tell you what's the use."

"no!"

"Forget it." The little monk avoided her.

"Half at most!"

"Okay!" The little monk turned around with a smile on his face.

Shenxian'er's fist hardened again, feeling that she had suffered a great loss.

She slaughtered all directions in Qingyuefang yesterday, she chopped ten spirit stones into four pieces, but today she was manipulated by a mud seller.

You know, she is a woman who sells hanged ghosts!
"The weeds in the spiritual fields can be used as fodder for some low-level spirit beasts and monsters, and they can also be used to weave tufts.

"In my case, feed the spiritual sheep. I have raised a sheep, and the surplus will be given to those who buy the spiritual soil, which will make the sales of the spiritual soil slightly better."

The little monk even said what he did with the weeds, and he was very responsible.

Therefore, when she took away the common weeds, Shen Xian'er could only sulk aside.

After the little monk left, she returned to the yard with the half-dead weeds in her arms, piled the weeds in the corner of the yard, and threw the hoe on it.

Back in the house, I sat on the ground with my buttocks—the clothes were dirty, my back was leaning against the bed, and I was paralyzed from exhaustion.

After resting, he struggled to get a piece of cake and ate it with well water.

"My lord, it seems that weeds can't be sold for money." She tore a piece from the hard pancake like tearing a chicken leg.

[For the seller of spiritual soil, it is enough to exchange some food with her. 】

Shenxian'er buried her head in the cake for a while before saying, "I don't want to lose to her."

【Xian'er, what do you think of her? 】

"Hate!"

[It's not about your feelings, but about her personality. 】

Shen Xianer ate the cake for a while, and then said dryly like a cake: "It's not bad, I can endure hardship."

[If you change it with her, you can rest assured of what you eat; if you change it with someone else, there may be drugs or even poison in it. 】

After a pause, Li Changzhou continued: 【Xian'er, take out the remaining Lingmi seeds. 】

Shenxian'er bit the cake and took out the remaining Lingmi seeds from the bag.

Whether it is spiritual rice or spiritual vegetables, you can only grow one grain per square meter in the spiritual field, otherwise it will affect the harvest. If the spiritual field is of high grade, it is another matter.

Basically, two bags of seeds sold in the store are just enough to plant a spiritual field.

When Shenxian'er bought the seeds, under Li Changzhou's guidance, she relied on her beautiful appearance and cheated a little more, so there was some surplus.

"My lord, what are you doing with the seeds? Such a small amount is not enough for me to eat." Shen Xianer asked.

Spirit rice seeds are like grains of jade. If placed in the secular world, they may really be regarded as jade rather than food.

[Pick up the branch, pour mana into it, wave it at the seed, thinking about ripening. 】

The fairy complied one by one.

Whoa!

Like a flower in full bloom, like a sudden rainstorm in summer, the spiritual rice seeds germinate, grow, head and mature.

There was a high-spirited spiritual energy in front of me, and the spiritual rice was placed on the table, as if it had just been harvested from the spiritual field!
"Master Shenming." Shen Xian'er opened her mouth.

According to "Farming with the Skills of a Planter", spiritual rice can be grown regardless of the seasons, but it must be planted in spiritual fields, irrigated with water mixed with spiritual energy, weeded and pests are weeded daily, and carefully cared for, it matures every six months.

As for her, she only spent a little spiritual energy, not even a blink of an eye, and the spiritual rice has matured.

【I can make Lingmi ripen in an instant, and I also have the Dafa that directs to longevity and the supernatural powers that move mountains and fill seas. But, Xian'er, I am not a food and clothing parent who feeds you, I am your protector. 】

The fairy is puzzled.

"Daoist?"

[Always look after and support you all the time, until the day of Taoism.This is a man with great supernatural powers, and I wish he could finish it——Xian'er, Dao karma is hard to achieve, and you can't get it out by feeding. 】

Shenxian'er scratched her head: "I don't understand."

【.】

"However," Shenxian'er said freely, "Master Shenming, whatever you say is what you say, I will listen to you."

She picked the Lingmi and hid it, ate the last bite of the cake, sat on the ground to practice for a while, and then went out again.

She was worried that the little monk would come back early.

It is said in the book that cultivation requires careful concentration. In order not to be disturbed, it is best to use a formation to isolate the outside world.

When the little monk came back, if she practiced cultivation, it would be useless for her to knock on the door, so——

She came to block the door!

(End of this chapter)