Xianlu Spring and Autumn

PS: Thanks to Tears Hongyi, Ji Cangmang is my male god, the shadow of Ah Qi, the qualified ones, Daodaohong, Peng Gecha, Shanshanhualuo for their rewards, thank you for your support.

"Enough, stop here!"

The majestic man's voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of mana, like a thunderbolt.

What came along with the sound was a triangular green light that looked like a dart, hitting the finger light shot by the white-haired old man with extreme precision.

boom!

When the two spells met above the water, the finger of the white-haired old man was directly smashed into pieces.

Concurrent air waves!

The white-haired old man fell into the water upside down, while Ji Cangmang was photographed ashore.

Under the starry sky, the figure flashed, and Lu Fei landed beside Ji Cangmang, glanced at him a few times, flicked his fingertips a few times, input a mana, and helped Ji Cangmang stop the bleeding easily.

"You're seriously hurt, that's all I can do."

Lu Fei said with a blank face.

"Thank you... Brother Dao!"

Ji Cangmang narrowly escaped death and survived another catastrophe. He struggled to say thank you, but as soon as the words came out, blood gushed down from the corner of his mouth again.

When Lu Fei saw his tough look, a bit of unbearable color appeared in his eyes, and he muttered slightly: "You have three days to rest, after three days, you still have to go to mine, if you die in these three days Here, there is no one to blame, after all, it is your choice not to eat."

Hearing this, Ji Cangmang thanked again, his condensed pupils did not let go.With the body protection of the origin of wood, he naturally doesn't worry about getting hurt, but he is only afraid that he will starve to death.

After Lu Fei finished speaking, he stopped looking at Ji Cangmang, turned his head to look at the nervous white-haired old man, and said coldly: "From the moment you came here, your fate is no longer your own. If there is another time, Don't blame me for beheading you immediately!"

The white-haired old man looked gloomy and speechless.

"The same goes for you!"

Lu Fei said another word to a group of new monks who were watching the theater, his eyes were piercing.The majesty is on full display.

Everyone was silent.

Lu Fei didn't make it clear that he was not allowed to kill Ji Cangmang again, or he was not allowed to destroy Ji Cangmang's belief, but unintentionally, he did Ji Cangmang a favor.

A storm, the announcement fell.

Lu Fei walked back to the camp, while the white-haired old man fished out the flesh and blood he had just thrown away in the river.After glaring at Ji Cangmang several times, he returned to the bonfire.

Beside the bonfire, chatting and laughing soon resumed.

……

On the grass by the river, starlight fell from the sky, shining on Ji Cangmang's wet body lying horizontally.Shining on his pale face like a dead man, shining in his dim pupils, it is indescribably distressing.

Fortunately, after the fight just now, I don't know the cause of the injury and pain.It was still the reason for venting crazily, the feeling of hunger.It suddenly disappeared a lot, and the burning feeling in Ji Cangmang's stomach no longer felt so strong.

Ji Cangmang took a few breaths, and slowly closed his eyes.Let the source of wood in the dantian help him restore his physical body.

The night got darker, the stars and the moon gradually faded, and the thick darkness enveloped Ji Cangmang. No one paid any attention to him anymore, as if he had been forgotten by the world.

……

But at this moment, on the other side of the mountain, there was another monk, just like Ji Cangmang just now, standing in the water, gnashing his teeth and enduring hunger.

Moonlight and starlight fell from the sky and shone on this person.

This person is a young man of 27 or [-] years old, with slightly thin cheeks, two mustaches, messy curly long hair, scattered behind his head, slender eyebrows, stern complexion, and the appearance of a lone wolf.

In the middle of the forehead, there is a vertical eye, which clearly shows the race of this person. He is a monk of the three-eyed tribe. The third eye shoots an extremely sharp gaze.

This person's name is Wasteland Chuang.

Also by the river, outside the camp, a group of newcomers with complex expressions were also looking at the direction of the wasteland, but no one came up to cause trouble.

The reason is very simple. In this coalition army composed of monks of several small races, one of the figures in power is also from the Three-Eyed Race. his trouble.

Roar--

A beast-like growl came from Huang Yuan Chuang's mouth, and the extreme hunger pushed Huang Yuan Chuang to his limit.

"I can't... I have to eat something."

Huang Yuan Chuang said in his heart, his firm eyes finally showed signs of being scattered, and many monks who were still paying attention to him, their eyes lit up and they showed narrow smiles, they all came from this step, I really understand what this look means.

Sure enough, after struggling for half a cup of tea, Huangyuan Chuang finally moved, walking slowly towards the shore.

"Brother Wasteland, can you finally get over it? It's a pity that we have already eaten up today's food."

A monk said with a strange smile.

When the voice fell, there was a sound of laughing with sarcasm.

Huang Yuan Chuang glanced at the monk who was speaking, his eyes were gloomy, and without words to fight back, he walked onto the shore with a splash of water droplets.

Bang!

After laying his ass on the ground, Huangyuan Chuang grabbed a dozen weeds and stuffed them into his mouth.

This kind of wild grass is the same as that of the human race, only palm-length, as thin as a leek leaf, like bamboo, with bamboo knots.

"Are you crazy? That's the sausage grass!"

Seeing that Huangyuan Chuang actually ate the grass on the ground, a monk said in surprise.

On the side of the human race, although no one is willing to say it, some people in these mixed forces of small races have already told the new monks about the effect of this grass.

This weed called Hungry Gut Grass is non-toxic and can be eaten, and even after eating, it has a good effect of alleviating hunger.

But this grass has other characteristics, which is addictive, the more you eat, the greater the demand for this thing, and the more you want to eat it, but this grass will have some effect of alleviating hunger besides the first few days of eating. In addition, eating too much will not only have no effect on satisfying hunger, but will make people more and more depleted and feel hungry.It has become more and more intense, it can be said to be a weed with extremely strange effects, even if it is recultivated as a monk, it is no exception.In the future, once you don't eat, you will go crazy like grabbing your heart.

Not just this weed, but even the trees on the other side.Also has a similar effect.

The monks who came earlier, after knowing the characteristics of this grass, would rather eat human flesh than dare to touch this grass.

Seeing that Huangyuan Chuang actually ate this kind of sausage grass, everyone's expression changed immediately.

"Before I become addicted, I will accumulate enough mana to support the exhaustion of physical strength. This level of addiction will not destroy me!"

Huang Yuan Chuang finally spoke.

The person's voice was hoarse, and his eyes became firm again.

……

Crunch!Crunch!

Huang Yuan Chuang chewed it in big mouthfuls, feeling full after the hungry grass entered his stomach.Gradually, the feeling of weakness and lack disappears, and the comfort is indescribable, and the wasteland is indescribably comfortable.

The cultivators looked at him.The surprise gradually receded, leaving only the unfathomable.Let's see if the wilderness can control itself after a few days.

The night is darker.

A group of monks went to sleep.

And the wilderness rushes after the hunger disappears.But he closed his eyes and meditated.

The three-eyed tribe from Star Sea of ​​Time and Space is rumored to be a descendant of the ancestors. He was born with the way of restraining the formation and has extraordinary understanding. Therefore, this person, like Ji Cangmang, is determined to find a way to unlock the sealed soul of the primordial spirit.

The season is boundless, and the wasteland is broken.

Who will succeed, or will all fail?

……

Another night passed.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Ji Cangmang woke up in convulsive pain from hunger.After waking up, I found that the injuries on my body had healed a lot. At least I could stand up and move slowly. After walking to the river and drinking half my stomach full of water, I finally got better.

After the sky brightened, everyone went to the mine again, and Ji Cangmang ushered in a rare period of rest, but he was not idle, but thought about the restraint on his body again.

However, even so, Ji Cangmang still felt a strong sense of hunger, torturing his every nerve.

Time seems to be getting slower and slower, but the feeling of hunger is getting stronger and stronger.

water……

But just drinking water is obviously not enough to fill him up. In Ji Cangmang's stomach, a raging fire was burning.

On this day, at noon, Ji Cangmang finally reached his limit and ate - Hungry Gut Grass.

Of course, he didn't know that it was hunger grass, and he didn't know that it was addictive and maddening, but as long as it didn't kill anyone, he was brave enough to eat it.

This time, it was synchronized with Huangyuan Chuang again.

……

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the third day, and a group of monks came back from the mine again.

From a distance, Ji Cangmang was seen sitting cross-legged by the river, looking in meditation. Everyone didn't pay much attention at first, but gradually showed surprise.

"This kid's physical body recovers quickly, so that's all. Maybe he has eaten some natural treasures before, but why is his face flushed and full of energy in the past two days? It seems to be full."

someone asked.

"Needless to say, I must have eaten hunger grass, hahahaha——"

A monk who came earlier said something with a strange smile, and it hit the nail on the head.

"Hunger grass? Could it be that kind of weed on the ground?"

A group of monks were shocked when they heard it, and it felt like it was not a fun thing just to hear the name. The new monks immediately began typing.

Soon, the matter related to the Hunger Gut Grass finally spread.

After everyone knew about it, they were all secretly thankful that they hadn't eaten, and when they looked at Ji Cangmang again, their eyes were filled with sighs, sighs and sympathy.

"Boy who doesn't know good and bad, let's see what you do now!"

The white-haired old man who was beaten into a pig's head by Ji Cangmang a few days ago also cursed at this moment, but there was no such strong sense of jealousy in his words.

At the front of the line, Beiming Jinyi glanced at Ji Cangmang with an extremely complicated expression, but remained silent.

As for Ji Cangmang at this moment, although he was meditating, he could clearly hear the clamor of a team of nearly a thousand people coming back.

Ji Cangmang suddenly opened his eyes after hearing about the characteristics of the sagebrush, and his expression finally changed.

……

Over the past two days, only he himself knows how much hunger grass has been eaten, after realizing that the hunger grass can fill the stomach and is not poisonous.Ji Cangmang naturally didn't care about anything else, but unexpectedly, there were more sinister characteristics in the grass.

At this moment, being told by all the cultivators, this addictive characteristic seemed to be ignited instantly.Ling Ji Cangmang felt that he still wanted to eat, and wanted to eat more.

And after this feeling came up, the feeling of fullness gradually disappeared, and it turned into a crazier hunger, and the hunger was ignited again.

Looking at the verdant weeds under his feet, Ji Cangmang felt like he couldn't move his eyes.I couldn't help but grab it there.

Five inches!

Three inches!

an inch!

A group of monks saw Ji Cangmang's expression and movements, and all of them stopped in unison, feeling a creepy feeling in their hearts.Ji Cangmang felt involuntarily, as if possessed by a devil.

"Not good!"

Ji Cangmang's pupils shrank sharply, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

Swish!

After only a moment of panic, it became the most decisive look.Ji Cangmang stood up and walked into the river in two or three steps.Stir the clear water into muddy muddy water, and then drank the water in big gulps, after drinking half the stomach.Then he started to retch, obviously, he was about to vomit out the sausage weed he had eaten.

"Ha ha--"

Seeing Ji Cangmang's distressed appearance, all the cultivators laughed again, not understanding what he was doing.

Ji Cangmang ignored the crowd and vomited a cup of tea before closing his mouth. It seemed that he had vomited out the guts in his stomach, and his handsome face had turned pale again.

In this way, the stomach is empty.

But when Ji Cangmang turned his head and looked at those weeds, the strong desire - not only did not go out, but burned even more violently.

Ji Cangmang's eyes trembled, and the bad feeling became stronger and stronger.

If you don't eat, you will starve, and you will not have the strength to dig out more than 500 yuan of spiritual stones, and you will never be able to rebuild them.

If you can't rebuild, you have no mana.

Without mana, even if Ji Cangmang figured out a way to use mana to break the seal's soul restriction, it would be impossible.

And eating means addiction, it means getting more and more hungry, and it means that you can no longer live without hunger grass. If you don't eat it, you will go crazy sooner or later.

……

Soon it was getting dark again.

That night, Ji Cangmang tossed and turned, with all his willpower, he struggled to suppress the desire to pick the weeds with just a stretch of his hand.

The next day, Ji Cangmang followed everyone to the mine again.

On this day, Ji Cangmang worked harder than ever before. Apart from drinking a few sips of water occasionally, he never stopped. The clothes on his body were wet and dry, and the wounds on his body that had healed burst again. It opened, dripping with blood, and excruciatingly painful.

The ending was pretty good. On this day, Ji Cangmang dug 520 eight wood spirit stones.After paying 500 yuan, the remaining 28 yuan is my own.

After returning to the camp, Ji Cangmang began to cultivate immediately, and he didn't need to find any remote places. The wood spirit energy contained in the 28 low-grade spirit stones was absorbed by Ji Cangmang almost instantly.

Although it is extremely weak, it has already embarked on the road of reconstruction after all.

The wood aura contained in these 28 low-grade spirit stones not only provided energy for Ji Cangmang, who was hungry again, but also guaranteed that he knew how to mine.

Arriving here, Ji Cangmang seemed to be able to breathe a sigh of relief, but in fact, he couldn't.

Because the addiction from the Hunger Grass has risen again, and it is stronger than before, and there is no other way except to suppress it with will.

When Ji Cangmang was struggling to suppress it, on the side of the coalition forces of the small races, Huangyuan Chuang was also suppressing it, but because he knew the characteristics of the sausage grass from the beginning, this person ate much less than Ji Cangmang, so he suppressed it. It's also relatively easy.

……

Time passed day by day again.

After coming back every day, after absorbing the limited wood spirit stones with a few breaths of effort, admiring Ji Cangmang's gnashing of teeth against the addictive power of the weed has become one of the favorite things for the monks.

"Everyone, do you want to bet with me? I bet this kid can pass the test today, with ten spirit stones as a bet!"

A powerful and domineering voice came, and the monk who spoke was still the white-haired old man from before. His name was Chu Liancheng. After proposing this bet on the first day, it attracted the interest of many monks and made a fortune.

In the next few days, this person also made a lot of money.

What's interesting is that Chu Liancheng, who was supposed to hate Ji Cangmang to death, actually bet every time that Ji Cangmang would pass.Perhaps only the monks who fought with Ji Cangmang could deeply appreciate the firmness in his heart.

After losing for several days in a row, and seeing Ji Cangmang's seemingly bottomless will, all the cultivators finally gave up one after another, and no one bet against Chu Liancheng.

After Chu Liancheng finished speaking, he waited for a while, and seeing no one answered, he muttered, "A bunch of gutless guys."

"Brother Chu, if you are brave enough, you can bet that this kid will pass the test all the time, but I can assure you that in the end you will definitely fail."

An old man's voice with strange yin and yang finally sounded.

Chu Liancheng's eyes flickered when he heard the words, he looked at the source of the voice, and said with a smile, "Brother Gong, why did you say that?"

Where he looked, there was a handsome young man lying on his back on the ground with his hands on the pillow, with an evil smile on his face.

The gaze of the young man surnamed Gong was always on Ji Cangmang. Hearing Chu Liancheng's words, he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Chu, take a closer look at that guy!"

Chu Liancheng stared blankly, then immediately opened his eyes.

There was a bloody hole in Ji Cangmang's thigh, and the blood sprayed out. In his hand, he was holding the ax he used for mining, and the blood still remained on the axe.

That bloody hole was clearly dug out by Ji Cangmang himself.

At this moment, Ji Cangmang's forehead was dripping with sweat, the veins on his face were protruding, and the two rows of teeth in his mouth seemed to be crushed, and his thinned body was trembling violently.

"Is this guy... finally reaching his limit?"

Most of the monks, including Chu Liancheng, watched with sighs in their hearts.

If it hadn't been to the limit, why would Ji Cangmang use self-mutilation and pain to distract himself from his increasingly strong drug addiction.

"...This kid is really amazing!"

Chu Liancheng's eyes trembled, and after a dozen breaths, he couldn't help but praise him.

The cultivators nodded silently.

The jealousy towards Ji Cangmang has finally started to recede. You can hate a person with a better background than you, you can hate a person whose parents give you a better appearance than you, but how do you hate a person who is more tolerant than you? You're more determined, harder on yourself than you are—? (to be continued~^~)