Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Jiang Qiong's soul seemed to have traveled to a small world and became a member of this world. A large number of memories were involuntarily filled into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Just then, a middle-aged man in gorgeous robes walked over. He had a gentle smile on his face and his eyes were shining with wisdom.

"Qiong'er, are you awake?"

The man's voice was gentle and concerned, as if he was full of expectations for Jiang Qiong.

Jiang Qiong was stunned for a moment, then realized that this man might be his relative in this world.

He tried to calm himself down and responded with a smile: "Yeah."

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and said, "When you wake up, go to Cuiyun Peak and see how the Lingyang grass on the mountain is growing."

Jiang Qiong nodded slightly, then stood up and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the private room, he found himself in an antique courtyard, surrounded by verdant bamboo forests, and the air was filled with a faint floral scent.

Outside the courtyard is a winding path with various exotic flowers and plants planted on both sides. The flowers bloom with brilliant colors in the sun.

Jiang Qiong walked along the path, silently reciting the middle-aged man's words in his heart, and headed towards Cuiyun Peak.

After walking for a while, Jiang Qiong came to a clear stream, the water gurgling and making a pleasant sound.

The stone bridge by the stream is simple and sturdy, and the water plants under the bridge sway gently in the water.

Jiang Qiong crossed the stone bridge and saw a dense forest in front of him.

He walked carefully through the woods, the sunlight shining through the gaps between the leaves onto the ground, creating mottled light and shadows.

Birds are singing in the forest, and occasionally you can see a few small animals running around in the grass.

Jiang Qiong took a deep breath, feeling the fragrance of grass and trees in the air, and her mood became much better.

When we walked out of the forest, a mountain towering into the clouds appeared before us.

The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds.

This is Cuiyun Peak.

Jiang Qiong walked slowly along the path at the foot of the mountain. As the altitude increased, the surrounding scenery gradually became wider. The scenery in the mountains was picturesque, with green mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming.

When he reached halfway up the mountain, he saw an open meadow with a variety of wild flowers blooming on the meadow, swaying in the wind, like a beautiful painting.

Going further up, Jiang Qiong finally saw the place where Lingyang grass was cultivated.

All of these Lingyang grasses are planted on a flat hillside. The grass leaves are light green and covered with tiny golden spots. Under the sunlight, they sparkle with charming light.

The flowers of Lingyang grass are small and exquisite, the petals are crystal clear, and they emit a faint fragrance.

In the world of cultivating immortals, Lingyang grass is not only an auxiliary product for cultivators to practice, but also a hot commodity in the trading market.

In order to obtain this precious spiritual plant, many monks did not hesitate to go deep into dangerous areas and even engage in fierce competition with other monks.

Since this type of spiritual medicine is often used to refine spiritual medicines, many families like to cultivate and plant this kind of spiritual plants.

The memories poured into Jiang Qiong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Like someone's experience before.

I am very concerned about this process.

Jiang Qiong squatted down and carefully observed the growth of Lingyang grass.

He found that these Lingyang grasses were growing well, each one looked full of vitality, and had absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Jiang Qiong secretly rejoiced in his heart. It seemed that the Lingyang grass was not affected at all and still maintained its vigorous vitality.

Just then, Jiang Qiong heard footsteps behind her.

He turned around and saw several monks in Taoist robes walking towards him.

These monks are of different ages, some are gray-haired, while others are just teenagers.

"Nephew Qiong, why are you here?" an old man in the lead asked with a smile, his voice low and powerful.

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly and replied, "My father asked me to come and see how the Lingyang grass is growing."

As Jiang Qiong spoke, he smiled and nodded to the monks.

Several monks saluted Jiang Qiong one after another, obviously respecting him very much.

"Nephew Qiong, since your father asked you to check the growth of Lingyang grass, let's take a look together." said the old man.

Jiang Qiong nodded in agreement, then followed the old man and other cultivators to the Lingyang grass planting area.

They talked as they walked, and Jiang Qiong took the opportunity to ask the old man for advice on growing Lingyang grass.

"The soil of Lingyang grass needs special attention. It must be soil rich in spiritual energy to ensure their growth."

The old man patiently explained: "We apply spiritual soil every once in a while to ensure that there is enough spiritual energy in the soil."

Jiang Qiong nodded, wrote down this important information, and then asked:
"Then have you encountered any problems with pests? Lingyang grass is so precious, it should be easy to attract spiritual insects."

The old man sighed and nodded, "Indeed. The fragrance of Lingyang grass will attract some spiritual insects to come and eat it. We will drive away the insects every once in a while, but there will always be some that slip through the net."

Jiang Qiong frowned slightly, obviously a little worried about this question. He then asked:

"Then are there any monsters coming to cause trouble? The monsters in the mountains should also be interested in Lingyang Grass."

The old man nodded and said, "Sometimes some low-level monsters will come to eat the Lingyang grass, but we will set up a formation to drive these monsters away."

Jiang Qiong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they had taken a lot of measures to protect these precious spiritual plants.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a pair of gentle eyes staring at him. He turned his head and saw a young nun looking at him with a familiar tenderness in her eyes.

The female monk was wearing a light green Taoist robe, had a pretty face and a heroic look between her brows.

Jiang Qiong recognized her; she was his childhood sweetheart, Liu Ruolan.

They grew up together and have always had a good relationship.

"Ruolan, you are here too." Jiang Qiong greeted with a smile.

Liu Ruolan smiled slightly and nodded, "Yes, Brother Qiong, are you here to check on the growth of the Lingyang grass as well?"

Jiang Qiong nodded and said, "Yes, my father asked me to come and take a look."

There was a glimmer of relief in Liu Ruolan's eyes, and she was obviously happy about Jiang Qiong's arrival.

She walked forward, took Jiang Qiong's hand, and said, "Brother Qiong, let's go and take a look together."

Jiang Qiong nodded and followed Liu Ruolan to the Lingyang grass planting area.

Other monks followed, chatting as they walked, and stopping from time to time to check on the growth of the Lingyang grass.

"These Lingyang grasses are growing so well, each one is full of spiritual energy." Liu Ruolan exclaimed.

Jiang Qiong nodded and said, "Yes, it seems that everyone's efforts have not been in vain." They walked all the way to the end of the planting area and found that the Lingyang grass here was growing particularly well, and each plant looked full of vitality.

Jiang Qiong squatted down and observed the Lingyang grass carefully, and found that their leaves were covered with tiny golden spots, which sparkled charmingly under the sunlight.

"Sometimes when I look at these Lingyang grasses, I think they are so beautiful." Liu Ruolan exclaimed.

Jiang Qiong nodded and said, "If they grow luxuriantly, they will look magnificent. These Lingyang grasses are not only beautiful, but also very helpful for cultivation."

At this moment, a young monk came over with a small bottle in his hand. He said to Jiang Qiong and Liu Ruolan:
“Brother Qiong, Sister Ruolan, this is our latest spiritual medicine, which can help Lingyang grass absorb spiritual energy better.”

Jiang Qiong took the small bottle, looked at it carefully, and found that it contained some light green liquid, emitting a faint fragrance.

He nodded and said to the cultivator, "This spiritual medicine is good. It contains a very strong breath of life. It will definitely be of great help to the growth of Lingyang grass."

The monk smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Brother Qiong, you are too kind."

Jiang Qiong put away the small bottle, then stood up and said to everyone:
"Since everyone is here, why don't we use magic together to make rain fall on these Lingyang grasses to nourish them."

The monks nodded in agreement. They stood in a circle and began to make hand gestures and activate spells.

Jiang Qiong stood in the middle, closed her eyes, and felt the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

He formed seals with his hands, and as he chanted the spell, dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

After a while, dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbled, and raindrops began to fall from the sky.

Jiang Qiong and the other monks continued to chant spells to control the falling rain.

The rain nourishes the Lingyang grass, and the golden spots on the grass leaves appear brighter under the rain.

Liu Ruolan stood beside Jiang Qiong, silently chanting spells to control the falling rain.

She looked at Jiang Qiong from time to time, with a hint of tenderness and relief in her eyes.

Jiang Qiong felt her gaze and felt a warmth in her heart.

The rain lasted for about an hour, and the leaves of the Lingyang grass were covered with crystal water droplets, making it look more vibrant.

Jiang Qiong and the other monks stopped chanting. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again.

"These Lingyang grasses will definitely grow better now." Liu Ruolan said with a smile.

Jiang Qiong nodded and said with a smile: "It will grow more luxuriantly."

The old man stepped forward, patted Jiang Qiong on the shoulder, and praised: "My dear nephew Qiong, you have done a good job. These Lingyang grasses will surely thrive under your care."

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly and said modestly: "This is everyone's credit. I just did my little bit."

The old man nodded, and then said to everyone: "Well, everyone has worked hard, and today's task has been completed very well. Let's go back and rest."

The monks nodded and began to pack up their tools, preparing to leave.

Jiang Qiong and Liu Ruolan walked at the end. They talked as they walked, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

But in this process.

Jiang Qiong always felt a little awkward, as if she didn't know Liu Ruolan, but had a good relationship with her.

This awkward feeling lingered, as if a layer of mist was hanging over his memory.

He tried hard to recall, but still could not be sure whether the relationship between him and Liu Ruolan was really as close as it seemed.

"Brother Qiong, what are you thinking about?" Liu Ruolan noticed that Jiang Qiong was absent-minded and asked with concern.

Jiang Qiong came back to her senses and smiled, "Nothing, just a little tired."

Liu Ruolan nodded, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes: "If you are tired, we can walk slower."

Jiang Qiong shook her head and smiled, "It's okay, let's keep going."

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the woods ahead, the leaves rustled, and it seemed that something was approaching.

Jiang Qiong immediately became alert, gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and glanced around sharply.

"Everyone be careful, something is happening!" Jiang Qiong warned in a low voice. All the monks stopped and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a huge monster jumped out from the woods. Its body was as big as a hill, covered with black scales, and its eyes flashed red fierce light.

This is a low-level black-scale monster, but its strength and speed should not be underestimated.

"It's a black-scaled monster!" the old man exclaimed, then drew his sword and prepared to fight.

"Everyone be careful and protect yourselves!" Jiang Qiong shouted loudly, the sword in his hand was already unsheathed, flashing with a cold light.

The black-scaled monster let out a deafening roar and pounced towards everyone.

Jiang Qiong flashed and rushed forward quickly, his sword flashing like lightning, piercing straight into the monster's eyes.

However, the black-scaled monster reacted very quickly, tilted its head to avoid the sword, and then swung its huge claws towards Jiang Qiong.

Jiang Qiong was agile and retreated quickly, avoiding the attack of the monster.

He glanced at Liu Ruolan beside him and saw that she had also drawn her sword to fight, and he couldn't help feeling worried.

Although Liu Ruolan's cultivation was not bad, she still had a hard time facing this ferocious monster.

"Ruolan, be careful!" Jiang Qiong warned, swinging his sword at the monster's hind legs, trying to weaken its ability to move.

Liu Ruolan nodded, the sword flashed, and pierced straight into the belly of the monster.

The black-scaled monster let out a painful roar. A bloody wound was cut on its abdomen, but this seemed to anger it. It turned around and pounced on Liu Ruolan at an astonishing speed.

Liu Ruolan was unable to dodge and was hit by the monster's claws. She flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, spurting blood from her mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiong's heart tightened and he rushed forward, standing between the monster and Liu Ruolan.

"Ruolan!" Jiang Qiong shouted loudly, his eyes full of anxiety and anger.

Liu Ruolan struggled to stand up, but her injuries were too severe and she couldn't move at all.

She looked at Jiang Qiong, her eyes full of apology and helplessness: "Brother Qiong, I'm sorry, I've dragged you down..."

Jiang Qiong shook her head, her eyes firm: "You will be fine, I will protect you!"

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate rapidly. The sword flashed again and pierced straight into the heart of the monster.

The black-scaled monster let out a shrill roar and tried to fight back, but Jiang Qiong's swordsmanship was so sharp that it hardly gave it any chance to fight back.

Seeing this, other cultivators also joined the battle, using their own magic to cooperate with Jiang Qiong to attack the monster.

The black-scaled monster gradually became exhausted under the siege of the crowd, and finally fell to the ground under Jiang Qiong's sword, letting out its last howl.

The battle was over and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Qiong immediately turned around and ran towards Liu Ruolan, squatted down, and anxiously checked her injuries. (End of this chapter)