I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 105
Ten years ago, Wang Ruojin put wild flowers into a jade vase and placed them in a jade vase, and respectfully performed the body purification formula on the motionless Zhang Zheng.

After finishing everything, she stood upright at the corner of the cave to refine the fourth-grade middle-grade knife given by her own disciple.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened during the refining process, the knife suddenly lost control and accidentally scratched Zhang Zheng's face.

Seeing the blood gurgling out and soaking into the snow-green clothes, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she was so nervous that she quickly wiped it with her hands, and carefully applied healing powder on the wound.

After treating the wound, she didn't dare to refine the knife in the cave anymore, picked up the withered wild flowers that had been inserted in the jade vase before, and was about to leave.

A strange scene appeared, the blood stained on her sleeves was smeared on the withered flowers, and the withered flowers came back to life, and the shriveled and curly petals turned from yellow to red, and slowly unfolded.

At first he was incredulous, then he was stunned, and finally his expression froze on crazy surprise and longing.

……

"Senior sister, don't blame me."

Your blood can help me cultivate faster. I want to build a ninth-level altar, and I don't want to be inferior to others. This is my opportunity, the supreme opportunity given to me by heaven.

Wang Ruojin stood up, looked down at Zhang Zheng who was still unresponsive, and spoke indifferently.

"No one knows when you will wake up, maybe it will be like this forever, if that's the case, it doesn't matter if you give me a little blood. Is that right? Sister..."

Yes yes yes... it's you ghost!
Hearing her innocent and natural tone, Zhang Zheng almost felt nauseous, wishing to jump out and grab her ear, growl in her ear, and then make two cuts on her body to bleed her!

But in the end, I just can't wait...

Zhang Zheng sighed dejectedly, no longer caring about the hypocritical female cultivator, and turned his attention to the gray smoke that fell on his soul again.

About a year ago, her consciousness woke up from a coma, but she was imprisoned in the Shenfu, unable to control her body. It was not until the last two or three days that she was able to separate the tiny consciousness and stick it out of her body.

The female cultivator named Wang Ruojin in front of me would come every few days, and would cut her wrists and let blood out every time.

In the past, only one or two bottles were filled, but today, ten bottles were directly filled.A whole ten bottles, her whole body's blood will be drained, and if she puts in a little more, she will turn into a mummified corpse.

She regarded herself as a self-service blood bank, and she didn't care about her life at all!
Zhang Zheng stared at Wang Ruojin's familiar movements of bloodletting. It was the same as cutting the neck and bleeding when killing a chicken. Immortals and demons are all in one thought, and they make mistakes when they make mistakes. She has fallen, walking on the dangerous abyss, and will be swallowed by the abyss at any time.

Wang Ruojin knew her secret, and upon realizing this, Zhang Zheng gradually brewed a murderous intent, which became stronger and stronger, especially after today.

Wang Ruojin has embarked on a wrong path, disregarding human life, and greedy for profit, and she will eventually pay the price for it.

Another wisp of gray smoke was refined and turned into a snow-white cloud of mist, which merged with the original white cloud and became one.

There was only a little left, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the faint gray streaks mixed in the white mass on his head, and he would be able to regain control of her body immediately.

The bamboo-green figure left the cave, looked back at the cave covered by lush weeds, with a satisfied smile in his eyes, and walked away slowly.

In the cave, the spiritual energy began to swim again, surrounding Zhang Zheng, continuously penetrating into her body, running along the meridians for a week, and then flowing into the dantian jade.

The bright red flowers are half-covered and half-covered under the dim pearl light, half bright red and half dark red, showing two points of treachery.

Opposite to the bright red flowers, the face of the woman sitting cross-legged was sickly pale. The thin lips that should have been rosy could not see a trace of blood, and the paleness was mixed with a faint bruise, just like the face of a dead person.

……

Half a year passed in a flash.

"Crack-"

Accompanied by the twisting of the joints that had not been moved for a long time, Zhang Zheng patted the dusty clothes with a light and joyful expression.

What a long-lost sense of reality!

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath, and the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance of flowers and plants outside the cave, full of vitality and quite gratifying.

With a glance, it fell to a cluster of wild flowers in the jade vase on the stone table, withered and corrupted until only a single dry branch remained.

That shameless nun...

Zhang Zheng pursed his lips. If she was asked to find a chance, she must let her enjoy the retribution she deserved.

Picking up a few dry branches, Zhang Zheng strode out of the cave. The wind, the green grass, and the chirping of various birds, beasts and insects made it lively, peaceful and harmonious.

He found a place at random, inserted the dry branch into the soil, and gently stroked the dry branch with his hands.

With a movement of the mind, the palm of the hand turned into a spring, and the milky white vitality gurgled out like spring water, lingering around the bare dry branches, and soaking into the dry branches.

The rotten black and yellow are gradually replaced by emerald green, and the grass leaves emerge from it, stretching out the light green leaves, the veins and meridians of the leaves are clearly visible, and a little pink bud blooms tremblingly, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, standing against the wind.

The eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the slender fingers are lightly lifted. Rain clouds as small as palms accumulate, and misty rain drops, like falling mist, watering the fragile life that has just been born, and cleansing it with coolness.

The smile in his eyes suddenly subsided, and Zhang Zheng let out his consciousness to check it out.

A bamboo-green figure at the foot of the mountain is hurrying towards here, isn't it just Wang Ruojin who has been away for half a year, and her cultivation base is still in the stage of Qi training.

Zhang Zheng rolled his eyes a little, his body flickered, and he sat back on the futon again. His posture was the same as that of the past ten years, and he waved his hand to cover up the empty jade bottle.

She had to take a good look, why did Wang Ruojin come here this time, could it be that the foundation establishment that had been prepared in every possible way failed, and she came here to complain to her?
The restriction was lifted, and Wang Ruojin stepped into the cave with a low air pressure, and went straight to where Zhang Zheng was. She didn't even look at the jade bottle on the table.

Her face was full of depression, she looked down at Zhang Zheng who was sitting cross-legged, and said with gritted teeth, "Why! Why! Why didn't I succeed in building a foundation!"

The facial muscles twitched, the eyes were erratic, vigilant and restless, frightened and resentful, showing two signs of obsession.

The sharp knife was on Zhang Zheng's wrist, and she muttered to herself: "It must not be enough, it must not be enough."

"Is it really not enough blood?"

Zhang Zheng's eyes suddenly opened, and he made a soft sound.

Wang Ruojin seemed to have never heard of it, the knife pierced the skin, blood oozed out, and her lips trembled, "It's not enough, not enough..."

"Snapped--"

The knife was slapped flying, cut through Wang Ruojin's arm, brought out a trace of splashed blood, hit the stone wall, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Ruojin felt the tingling pain in her arm, and quickly stretched out her hand to cover the bleeding wound, staring at Zhang Zheng with dark and cold eyes.

With the long sword out of its sheath, she frantically held the sword and slashed at Zhang Zheng. Her swordsmanship was chaotic and full of loopholes.

Seeing her crazy and distorted expression, Zhang Zheng's eyes turned sad, and he raised his hand lightly, and the thick vines broke off the long sword that hit, binding Wang Ruojin tightly.

"You! It's all you! It must be you! You tampered with blood, you want to harm me, you want to harm me!"

Wang Ruojin screamed heart-piercingly, and struggled continuously, even though the sharp thorns on the vines pierced into the flesh, it seemed painless.

(End of this chapter)