I climb the fairy ladder by farming

The shadow of the forest pours into the stream, hears the gurgling sound, sees the mottled algae, the clouds become bright after the moon, and disappear into ink after the moon passes.

In the sound of rustling leaves, only the small window of the bamboo house is covered with yellow paper, the candles are dim, and there is no speech.

The rough window paper vaguely reflects two figures, one is lying in front of the window and writing, and the other is standing in front of the window with a slender body.

The figure at the desk suddenly straightened up, put down the white feather pen, a high beam of silver thread was coiled on the top of the skull, and the gray robe was light, and said casually: "How many people are left?"

The other figure was silent for a moment, with loose long hair clearly visible, and replied in a serious manner: "49."

"49..."

The old man murmured, looking leisurely at the bamboo forest outside the window, the shadows of the trees whirling, "It should be almost there."

He glanced back at the woman who gave out, and then moved his eyes away after a moment of lingering on her abdomen with a big hole. His expression was indifferent, without sadness or joy, and he asked, "Do you regret it?"

The woman shook her head without thinking, "I don't regret it."

"She is a good boy, they are all good boys, but I only prefer her, she deserves the best."

"We have four in our hands, plus the one in that rude kid's hand, it happens to be six, it should be enough."

Recalling the constipated and weird expressions on the monks' faces when they heard their intentions, Zhang Zheng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't get an answer from them, so he could only get the brown dotted ball first.

Song Lian nodded, "Since it's cooperation, I can naturally listen with her. What's the matter, is there a problem?"

"According to what the young master said, if you get six birth guides, you are considered qualified, and the patriarch will select one of the qualified ones to become the patriarch..."

Zhang Zheng frowned and continued: "If this method is followed, it does not depend on us who will be the minor patriarch in the end. The final decision is in the hands of the patriarch. In this case, the task requires us to help the Wu tribe win the position of the minor patriarch. It's kind of weird."

Song Lian held the four brown dotted balls with one hand, and the crystal balls collided with each other, making the tinkling sound very clear.

Song Lian twirled the brown dotted ball, not believing it very much, "Probably not, isn't the mission for us to help someone win the position of the little patriarch? It's not over yet."

With the mysterious senior from the Qi Temple in front of her, she doubted whether the brown dot ball was also man-made.

"Not very likely."

The scene in the seven days is unfathomable, and there are flowers in the stone and a horse in the gap.

The woman turned and followed the old man, her tone was firm, but her words were extremely calm without any ups and downs, "Even if the price is to lose everything."

"Stubborn, prejudiced, ignorant but wise."

Zhang Zheng recalled that Naguo once mentioned the golden dot ball in the high priest's body, "Can you hear the voice of the ear-stealer?"

The old man muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to, he stood up, took a step, and passed the woman shoulder to shoulder, "Even if the price is to lose everything?"

It had been seven days since they bid farewell to Naguo, and after wandering aimlessly for six days, they finally ran into a pair of monks.

If it weren't for Na Binguo's cryptic reminder and the young master's explicit statement, Zhang Zheng would be the same as other monks without knowing anything about the original stone.

Song Lian stopped playing with the ball, thought for a while, turned his head, and exclaimed, "I didn't see it!"

Two figures in gray coats walked together, their shadows dragging on the ground, uneven.

She paused for a moment, then continued: "What's more, she didn't lose everything, she got what I asked her to get, that's enough."

There were exactly four brown dotted balls in the hands of the two of them. After losing the fight, they threw the brown dotted balls to them without any hesitation, and took the opportunity to escape.

The two left the study one after the other, and the voice of the old man Gu Jing Wubo was vague, "It's fine if you don't regret it. After all these years, she is the child who is most like me. She can go far on this road."

Since Song Lian said that she had heard the message from the Ear Talisman, she must have also heard the conversation between the High Priest and the Golden Dot Ball that Na Bakuo had told her.

As long as they hear the word "Golden Dot Ball", they should have doubts and guesses.

The two looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. Where did the Wu tribe who cooperated with the pair of monks go?
Song Lian guessed, "Could it be that they left separately? Didn't the young master leave with you?"

"I believe in my child, she will do well, she will go far, far beyond you."

Everyone thought that they could hear everything about Naguo and had the eyes of God, but they didn't know that they were actually played around by the ants who had no secrets in their eyes.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng also unconsciously asked, "What is the cooperation deal between you and the Wu people?"

But Song Lian didn't know the whereabouts of the original stone at all, and he was puzzled from the bottom of his heart, not a fake.

There is only one possibility, Na Huo has always been able to block the eavesdropping of the ear-stealing people, which also explains why Na Huo died so strangely, and Na Huo may have concealed a lot of inside information.

Now that the young master knows, do the other Wu people know or not?

The content of the Golden Palace inheritance assessment is that those who have won the three original stones pass the test. The brown dotted ball is the first rough stone, and the golden dotted ball in Na Tinguo's mouth, which is the medicine primer in the mouth of the young master, should be the second rough stone.

Zhang Zheng shook her head and denied her guess, and then recalled the strange behavior of the monks, an unexpected but reasonable answer came to mind.

Zhang Zheng frowned, remembering something that had been neglected, and hurriedly said, "Are the two monks just now accompanied by other people?"

If the task is really set, maybe the task will not be changed again and again, but Zhang Zheng has long suspected that there is something wrong with the brown dot ball.

"Okay, the old man will wait and see."

The rough stone for clearing the previous level was a brown dotted ball, and so on, the golden dotted ball in the high priest's body is likely to be the rough stone for this level.

She raised her chin lightly towards the ball in Song Lian's hand, "Is it possible that the brown dot ball has released a new mission, and the mission has changed."

Zhang Zheng's thoughts were surging, but he shook his head calmly, "It's nothing, it's just that something is weird."

When his eyes were dark, he could only follow the mission issued by the brown dot ball step by step, and let it dictate, without any intention of questioning whether the mission was true or not.

"When the dust settles, I hope you don't become a burden in her heart. She should go far on this road."

Zhang Zheng looked at the labor slaves in the gray-yellow mine from a distance, bowing their heads and digging, with a serious look on their minds.

The young master offered to trade the golden dot ball, which showed that he knew the purpose of these outside monks coming here.

……

"Me?" Song Lian questioned, and said very calmly: "Cooperation is cooperation. Where is the deal? The task requires me to help an important person win the position of the small patriarch. It happens that there is a Wu tribe by my side, so I cooperated with her." .”

Why did Na Guoguo reveal the clues of the original stone to her without any trace?

Who is manipulating the brown dotted ball behind the scenes, using the monk as a gunman, and who is he trying to point at?

Zhang Zheng couldn't tell whether the person behind it was Na Kuo or the young master, but this suspicion was enough to make her act cautiously and not easily cause trouble.

Inheritance is not so good, the most important thing is to save one's life.

I have been busy with exam review recently, and the update is intermittent. I am really sorry for my friends, but please rest assured that the author will try his best to finish writing this book.