Yang Yi followed the direction of the deacon's disciple's finger and saw the big white seed, and then said domineeringly:
"I want this one, how much spiritual jade?"
Since you want to try it, just get a bigger one. If you can grow a blood spirit grass, you can make a lot of money.
"Junior brother, if you sincerely want it, then give me 100 spiritual jade."
The deacon disciple thought for a while and then said.
"No problem." After hearing the price, Yang Yi readily paid the money.
After Yang Yi paid the money, the deacon disciple said: "Junior brother, if you can't plant it, we will be responsible for recycling it at that time, but we only give you 20 spiritual jades, so there are still such precious seeds here.
Some collectibles.”
After hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but widen his eyes and cursed in his heart: "This Baicao Hall is really dark."
After leaving Baicaotang, Yang Yi walked non-stop to the place where the golden bones were once buried.
When I came here, I carefully observed the surroundings and found that there was nothing different, so I felt relieved.
Then he walked into the cave, found the place where the golden bones were buried, and bowed deeply to him.
Then he started digging down and found that the skeleton was still inside. Then he carefully placed the seeds of the Blood Spirit Grass on his chest, covered it with soil, added water and sprinkled some plant growth-accelerating agent on it. Anyway,
In a word, as long as he can think of anything, he will be given as much as possible.
After covering the last handful of soil, Yang Yi stood up and bowed deeply to the golden skeleton and said:
"Senior, please excuse me. If you can give me a piece of blood spirit grass, I will make offerings to you every year and worship you. I will never ask for your grass in vain. Please."
…
In the early morning of the second day, Yang Yi received a letter from Feihe from Yujianmen.
The person who wrote the letter was Lei Minghua, who informed Yang Yi that the team heading to Fuxian Lake had been organized.
If you're ready, just reply and leave at any time.
Yang Yi took a look at the content and knew that he wouldn't be able to wait for Qingyefa to repair it if he delayed it any longer, so he immediately replied that it was ready and ready to go at any time.
Not long after this letter was sent, he received a reply informing him to gather at Yujianmen immediately.
This action is quite fast.
In fact, Yang Yi had nothing to prepare, so he easily set off in the direction of Yujianmen alone.
Going to Fuxian Lake is something that every Demon Slayer Pavilion disciple will do before condensing the virtual image.
But in the thousands of years since the Demon Slayer Pavilion was established, how many people can actually find the Blood Spirit Grass there?
So everyone regarded it as an experience to try their luck, and did not hold out much hope.
It's a pity that there are many dangers in Fuxian Lake, so you can't bring koi with you, otherwise the chance of encountering blood spirit grass will be much greater.
Arrive at the Yujianmen concentration point.
The first thing Yang Yi saw was Lei Minghua, dressed in smart clothes and with an indifferent face, standing there. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.
He stood upright and exuded an astonishing aura, which attracted the surrounding disciples to stop and watch.
Some people are just like that, they shine no matter where they go, even in the dark, they are as bright as fireflies.
Nangong Mingyue is like this, Lei Minghua is like this, and Yang Yi also hopes that one day in the future, he can grow into a genius like them.
"Senior Brother Lei." Yang Yi stepped forward to greet Lei Minghua.
"Yeah!" Lei Minghua just nodded slightly and responded.
When Yang Yi saw this, he secretly thought that this guy was so cold. He didn't know if he was dissatisfied with himself because he refused to become his uncle.
Just when Yang Yi didn't know how to greet Lei Minghua and felt a little embarrassed, a pleasant voice with a hint of surprise came: "Senior Brother Lei."
Then I saw a tall woman wearing a plain dress running quickly from one end of the square.
She has fair skin, a high bridge of nose, and a head of black hair casually tied on her head. A few strands of black hair are floating on her forehead. Her eyes are looking at Lei Minghua, and her eyebrows are a little more charming.
"Yeah!" Lei Minghua still nodded indifferently.
When he saw that Lei Minghua had the same attitude towards beauties, Yang Yi felt much more balanced.
It seems like this guy is cold and cold towards everyone.
"Hello, senior sister. My name is Yang Yi, and I am a disciple of the Yuwu Sect."
Yang Yi immediately greeted his fellow travelers when he saw them.
Judging from the appearance of this woman, not only is she older than herself, but she is even older than Lei Minghua. It is definitely not wrong to call her senior sister.
"Haha, it turns out you are Junior Brother Yang."
After hearing this, the woman smiled and said, "That day when Xiao Yueyue opened the forum to give a lecture, you were the only one among the disciples of the Demon Slayer Pavilion. I guess no one is more powerful than you."
"Ashamed, ashamed." Yang Yi listened and said humbly.
"My name is Cai Jiayu. I am from the Spiritual Sect." Cai Jiayu continued after introducing herself, "At the same time, I am also a disciple of Baicao Hall who makes alchemy. If you have prepared the materials later, you can come to me and I will help you with the Heqi Pill for free.
"
"Thank you, Senior Sister Cai." Yang Yi thanked him after hearing this.
The whole process of condensing virtual images is very cumbersome. Anyway, the first step is to refine the prepared materials into a Heqi Pill. It is not difficult to refine this single pill, but if you don’t know anything about alchemy
If you are a person, then you definitely have no way to start.
Therefore, after finding the medicinal materials, many disciples will ask Baicaotang to refine them on their behalf.
Just when a few people were chatting, they heard another voice coming from behind: "Senior Brother Lei."
Everyone looked back and saw only a thin young disciple. His face seemed to be thin without a ounce of flesh, and his eyes were narrowed into a line. Although he was wearing a set of Confucian shirts, there was no aura of Confucianism at all.
This person walked towards them quickly and greeted them: "Senior Brother Lei, I'm so sorry. I'm late. Senior sister, I'm sorry! This..."
When he saw Yang Yi, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
When Yang Yi saw him, he felt that he looked very familiar.
This person seems to be Liao Yihai whom I met before, the son of Liao Xiuwen, the leader of Yunwu Sect.
We had a brief acquaintance before, but considering the friendship between these sect leaders and their masters, this time it was quite embarrassing.
After careful calculation, there are now three people in this team besides Yang Yi, and two of them can be said to have some hatred towards his master.
Liao Yihai's impression of Yang Yi was much deeper than Yang Yi's impression of him.
In the past, every time he plotted against Yang Yi, Yang Yi gained a lot while he suffered heavy losses.
After blackmailing Furong, Liao Xiuwen found out that the matter was related to his son Liao Yihai, and imprisoned him in anger.
It wasn't until this time that he was ready to go out to look for the Blood Spirit Grass that he was released.
But I never expected that I would meet Yang Yi.
Because he was imprisoned last time, he naturally did not catch up with Nangong Mingyue's lecture, and he did not know that Yang Yi would shine at this conference.
He only knew that when he saw Yang Yi for the first time, he was just in the early stages of cultivation.
It had only been so long before he was about to condense into a virtual image.
This seemed to give him an illusion. Did he remember the wrong time? Could it be that a thousand years have passed in one day in the house?
Liao Yihai was still there in a daze at this time.
Lei Minghua on the side didn't bother to pay attention to him. He didn't even respond to him. He turned around and said coldly: "Everyone is here, let's go."
Lei Minghua walked to the edge of the square and snapped his fingers.
I saw a huge golden eagle swooping down from the sky, whipping up gusts of wind, and stopped directly in front of a few people.
The strong wind brought up was enough to make several people present almost lose their balance.
This is just a spiritual beast in the stage of reality, the black-winged eagle, the overlord of the mountains.
It is the mount of Lei Minghua. According to legend, it can evolve into a golden-winged roc.
Lei Minghua was the first to board the back of the black-winged eagle, followed by the other three.
Then the black and red eagle swooped and flew out like an arrow from its string.
Everyone couldn't help but grab its feathers.
It took a while before everyone got used to its super speed.
After seeing everyone adapt to the speed of the black-winged eagle, Lei Minghua turned around and began to introduce to them the precautions for this trip to Fuxian Lake.
