The flower has been waiting beside the fall grass for more than an hour, just so that it can be picked immediately within half a quarter of an hour after it blooms. Otherwise, when the petals fall to the ground, the whole branch of the herb will wither.
In the medicinal field she planted, there are several albino plants that are about to bloom. When the time comes, they will be picked and handed over to the clan leader to record them. When Mr. Fubao comes to give lectures once a month, he can exchange them for a lot of spiritual stones.
She had already saved a lot of spiritual stones, which she was reluctant to use during her daily practice. She would soon be able to collect them in exchange for alchemy skills and a small alchemy furnace.
Hua'er has already thought about it, she will become a respected alchemy master like her master in the future!
Five years have passed since the master brought him to this place. In the past five years, Hua'er, like other clan members, has lived a fulfilling life every day and no longer has to worry.
Plant elixirs, practice, and become self-sufficient. Every three days, a woman (puppet) who is as beautiful as a fairy will come to teach them about various elixirs and planting methods. Every one month, Lord Fubao
He will also come to give them classes and give them guidance on cultivation issues.
Days like this are as beautiful as a dream. The flowers are very satisfied, but they also know that they are not easy to come by, so they cherish them very much.
In order to pass the time, she played with grass and wild flowers on her hands, and there were many woven flower crown bracelets at her feet.
Just as she was getting excited, she suddenly felt itchy on the back of her neck. When she turned around, she saw a sneaky cat behind her, holding an evil piece of grass in her hand.
Hua'er rolled her eyes at him and flipped her hair: "Didn't you follow me to the Snow Realm?"
Fan chuckled, threw away the grass, and lay down on the grass nearby: "We went, but then there was a terrible snowstorm over there, so we came out."
Seeing Hua'er ignored him and only focused on knitting grass. He waved his hands exaggeratedly and said: "You don't know, Mr. Fubao said that Cave Heaven Paradise will generate its own spiritual creatures. This time we actually found two kinds that we have never seen before."
Herbal medicine, and also met a big bear with long white hair, so big and tall..."
Hua'er turned her head with genuine interest: "Really?"
Fan then gesticulated more and more excitedly, and then pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice: "We came out of the snow realm, where do you think we went?"
"where?"
Fan let out a "shush" and raised his hand to point in the opposite direction to Daqingshan.
Hua'er was shocked: "You are too courageous!"
"What are you afraid of!" Fan said disapprovingly: "Master Fubao said that the master's small cave will become bigger and bigger in the future, and more spiritual creatures or beasts will appear. As long as you get one, maybe you can make the cultivator
To make rapid progress.”
Hua'er disagreed and said: "That's too dangerous, and the master said that cultivation should be done step by step and no shortcuts should be taken..."
Just as she was speaking, she saw a bud growing from the top of a slender and graceful spiritual grass in the medicine field in front of her, slowly opening.
The two stopped chatting and quickly and skillfully removed the soil from the base of the albino grass little by little. When the flower buds were in full bloom, they dug out the entire spiritual grass from the ground.
Hua'er was overjoyed and hurriedly flattered her: "This fallen grass looks so good. Even if the owner sees it, he will definitely praise my sister for planting it well!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hua'er glared at him, looked in the direction of Daqingshan, and couldn't help but said: "The master hasn't appeared for a long time."
"Yes." Fan Ye turned to look at Daqingshan: "The master has gone into seclusion, and I don't know when he will be released from seclusion. I heard Master Fubao say that it is possible in tens to hundreds of years."
"Lord Fubao said, Lord Fubao said, you won't be able to speak without Lord Fubao, right?" Hua'er said speechlessly, but was made dumbfounded by the face that came over to him with a grin.
She turned around and walked towards another fallen grass that was about to bloom, and sighed: "We don't know if we can survive until the owner comes out of seclusion..."
"You can definitely do it!" Fan suddenly said loudly, grabbing her hand: "Not only can you do it, but I can do it, and so can the clan leader! As long as we practice diligently, Fu... uh, when we reach the foundation building and golden elixir stage, every time we improve
Once you reach a higher level, your longevity will increase a lot, so it will definitely work!"
Hua'er stared blankly at Pan with a determined look on his face. It took him a while to realize that his hand was still in his, and he immediately blushed...
Putting aside the growing affection between the children here, in the Daqingshan enclosed by the formation, Liu Qinghuan has not yet retreated to death, but will take some time to go out to water the Hunyuan Lotus every day.
The Hunyuan Lotus has now been moved from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Not far away is the lush purple marrow sycamore tree. Under the shade of the tree is a bluestone platform, covering the sky and the ground, broad and far away.
Daqing Mountain was very quiet now, except for himself, there was not even a living person.
Except for a few extremely high-grade elixirs, most of the medicinal fields that used to be all over the mountain have been moved to the nine suitable surrounding realms and are still taken care of by puppets. The low-grade ones are directly planted by two alien races.
On the other hand, the Pulse Soul Doll had cultivated a human body at some point. Liu Qinghuan saw that he had the head of a tiger, a three-headed body, and was a bit cute when he was not fierce, so he gave him a Taoist robe, and when he put it on, he looked like a little Taoist boy.
For fun.
Liu Qinghuan did not go to the closed cave, but practiced on this bluestone Taoist platform. After figuring out the subsequent mental methods, his cultivation level could be said to have grown by leaps and bounds.
The wind blows, the trees sway, and the leaves fall.
In the past, the Maihun doll was willing to run to Liu Qinghuan to play, but as time went by, Liu Qinghuan gradually entered a state of complete trance, and her body was wrapped in blue clouds, like an immovable statue. The doll was not willing to go either.
Instead, he followed the doll and ran down the mountain to harm the alien races below.
The Hunyuan Lotus not far away was gently shaking its green lotus leaves, slowly absorbing the pure spiritual energy escaping from his body.
One year, two years.
Five years, ten years.
There are no calendar days in the mountains and no year in the cold, but the outside world will not stop because Liu Qinghuan is in retreat.
In recent years, Qingmingtian has experienced a great change, so the number of people who have been thrown into the abyss has increased much more than before.
In the past, it would take at least several months before someone was killed, but now someone is killed every two days, which can be said to be very lively.
What's even more surprising is that the place where Huayang and others live outside the Gray Stone Earth has slowly turned into a village. Most of the monks who escaped from Dao Wuya's trap would originally choose to remain anonymous and live a low-key life.
Now they quietly ran into Big Fish Mouth and gathered together.
Nowadays, among the cultivators who were knocked down into the Zhuoyuan, there is a news that will definitely surprise Liu Qinghuan: as long as you enter the big fish mouth, you will be safe!
Intimidated by Liu Qinghuan's strength, no one dared to say anything at first, but over time, even the most terrifying strength will be greatly reduced in power.
So when Liu Qinghuan had been in seclusion for hundreds of years and was nowhere to be seen, a demonic cultivator finally couldn't hold himself back, gathered his troops and drove towards Big Fish Mouth.
However, today is different from the past. The cultivators live together in villages and can no longer be bullied at will, so a war will inevitably begin.
In the end, the rotten wood still had three inches of nails. The Qingming cultivator, who had recovered from his injuries, won a great victory and killed the invading demon cultivator in one fell swoop.
But Fubao was so angry because of this, a group of people now almost regarded the Gray Stone Land as their own home, and they could do whatever they wanted. Several new arrogant people appeared among them, and even Huayang was speechless!
He looked at the black-clothed monk opposite and said sarcastically: "If it weren't for the existence of the great formation, would you all be planning to take over the gray stone land as your own?"