I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 18 The Dead Spirit Grass

At the end of the competition, one party will be considered as a loser if they leave the ring.

Yan Chan didn't have any serious injuries other than the puncture wound on his palm, so he took the shot calmly from the pit and admitted defeat, but he was still a little dissatisfied, so he said: "Junior Sister Zhang, may you come again?"

Compared with Yan Chan who was safe and sound, Zhang Zheng was in much worse condition.

She underestimated the blow of the hammer, almost shattering all the bones in her body, and the last blow almost used up all her spiritual energy, causing her dantian to sting.

The left hand that was still able to move wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with an unsteady breath: "Brother Yan is strong, and my younger sister was lucky enough to win a match, but she was also injured badly... If you want to, brother, cough... Next time, younger sister will do it herself." Accompany."

Fortunately, physical injuries were not a big deal for the monks. After swallowing two body repairing pills, Zhang Zheng could move a little bit.After a few days of careful care, it will be cured.

After learning about the disciple's test, Zhang Zheng limped away with his injuries.

Back in the room, the pain on the right side of my body was already half-numbed, leaving only a sour, tingling sensation.

What a big difference!

Zhang Zheng tugged at the corner of her mouth, and the muscle on the right side was torn again, causing her mouth to grin in pain.

Being able to win this time really cost her half her life, but she finally passed the disciple test, so she doesn't have to worry about unexpected situations.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng let go of her snacks, and couldn't be happy for a moment. Thinking of the gap between herself and others, she felt that there was a looming mountain weighing her down.

Enduring the pain and putting his body into a posture with five hearts facing the sky, Zhang Zheng began to run the "Neutralization and Huasheng Jue". The breath can be described as a healing artifact.

The aura travels throughout the body along the meridians. She is not in a hurry to bring the aura into the dantian, but guides it to continuously nourish and repair the damaged flesh and bones.

The sun is approaching dusk, and the red sun is half-sinking on the top of the mountain.

There was a noise from the yard, and Zhang Zheng's injury was mostly healed.

For some reason, she inexplicably fell in love with the feeling of eavesdropping on the chatting of the two little guys these days. Maybe it's because of their innocence or childishness, or maybe it's because they don't have anything to do with her.

Tingting's soft and waxy voice was full of surprise today, "Look, Erya, this is really a fairy grass!"

Erya didn't expect that she was actually right, her rosy face was full of pride, as if she had planted this fairy grass, "Let me just say, Senior Sister must have planted fairy grass."

The two of them squatted in front of Xiaocao curiously, obediently watching the circles of gold and silver threads entangled in the veins of the spirit grass, flowing faintly as if alive.Beautiful yearning and anticipation could not help but arise in the clear and lively eyes.

Two days ago, Wang Xiaopang, who entered together, introduced Qi into his body.I heard from him that when the air is drawn into the body, they will see many colorful stars, and they really want to see them too.

Is it as intoxicating as the galaxy in the sky?

After eavesdropping for so long, Zhang Zheng didn't find anything. At least she knew that the two girls in front of her were Zeng Erya and Li Tingting, and they came from the same village.

Both of them have three spiritual roots, Erya Jinhuotu, Tingting Mutujin, their qualifications are not bad, at least compared to Zhang Zheng, the five spirit roots, they are one in the sky and the other in the earth.

It has only been more than three months since they started, and now they have faint signs of attracting qi into their bodies, surrounded by aura, making their faces look more innocent and lovely.

Zhang Zheng didn't intend to make friends with them, but she didn't reject them either. Even the lively and lively way they squatted in the yard watching the grass and chatting every day gave her a little expectation in her boring life.

He closed his upper eyelids and re-entered the practice.

Perhaps it was because of the student's test, so he relaxed his mind for a while, but this practice was in darkness, and it seemed like four or five days had passed for a while.

A light knock on the door pulled Zhang Zheng out of his obsession with cultivation.

As soon as Zhang Zheng opened the door, he saw two little girls piled up awkwardly in front of the door, their expressions anxious and a little scared.

"Master... senior sister..."

Er Ya barely plucked up the courage and stammered.

Is she that scary?
Zhang Zheng reflected for a while, then lowered his voice as much as possible and said softly: "Just call me Senior Sister Zhang, do you have anything to do with me?"

The two little girls obviously didn't expect that their senior sister, who had never met before, was not as cold and terrifying as the legend said.

Erya was stunned for a while, then hurriedly pointed to the dead spirit grass under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and cried: "Senior Sister Zhang's fairy grass is dead, and the leaves turned yellow yesterday, but...but we don't dare to disturb it." You practiced, so you didn't say it... Then, it died today."

Tingting was afraid that Senior Sister Zhang would blame them, so she explained uneasily: "We, we just took a look, we haven't touched it."

It was only then that Zhang Zheng remembered that the spiritual grass planted in the courtyard five days ago had survived for four days. He didn't expect that he was busy practicing and forgot to water it later, but it made it live longer.

Zhang Zheng lightly picked up the dry black and yellow spiritual grass on the ground, and the brilliant golden thread looked very dim without its brilliance.

The two little girls stood nervously at the side, staring at the spirit grass without blinking. The small hopes in their eyes could not be hidden, as if they were still hoping that the dead spirit grass would come back to life in the next moment.

It seems to be walking alone in the wilderness and mountains, in the gray sky with no one inhabited, suddenly there is a loud bell ringing from somewhere, which is deafening.

You raise your tired head and open your tired eyelids. On the top of the towering mountain, a figure with a hunched back looks at you from a distance.

You ask, where am I?
That figure does not speak, Cangshan dry river, barren and desolate, the eyes of the ancient well without waves stare at you, and the barren land under your feet.

Where are you?

Where your feet set foot, as far as your eyes can see.

You looked down at your tattered shoes, saw the dirt on them, saw the fallen leaves fluttering on them, saw the singing of the mountain stream washing the river bed, and the star clusters lighting up the night sky...

You show off your face and smile, laughing at yourself that you are blinded by a leaf. If you are used to seeing flowers and plants, you will feel that the flowers and plants have no fragrance. If you are tired of seeing mountains and rivers, you will feel that the mountains and rivers are empty.

Zhang Zheng woke up from his daze, and the two little girls were still looking at the spirit grass wholeheartedly.

She smiled and used a trick to change the crown prince with a civet cat.

In the eyes of the girls, the powerful senior sister caressed the dead spirit grass with one hand, and the next moment, the spirit grass came back to life, and the golden and silver threads were shining brightly.

The two little girls are still just childlike now, clapping their hands in surprise, not caring about the slight fear of Senior Sister Zhang, squatting together beside the spirit grass, watching and laughing.

Zhang Zheng quietly went back to the room, spread out his bare hands, and on it was the dead spirit grass. The slender grass blades had turned black, drooped weakly, and there was no trace of life.

She gently stroked its withered roots and leaves, her heart was as calm as still water, but it was not a deep mountain cold pool but a quiet stream under the bright sun.

Putting the dead grass into the storage bag, Zhang Zheng looked out through the window lattice, the osmanthus shadow was fragrant, and the restlessness that had been unable to cultivate life was swept away.

This time, she did not use exercises to cultivate the spirit grass. The spirit grass will grow freely in this yard, carrying three small expectations.

(End of this chapter)