After Tong Yan came up, Ji Xing was about to control the flying magic weapon to take off when she called out to him.
"Little master, wait."
Ji Xing turned his head in confusion, "What else does the child donor have to do?"
Tong Yan pointed at the impatient golden butterfly flying in front of her and said, "Little Jin Jin said he wanted to take a phantom butterfly flower out."
Huandie practices near the accompanying spiritual plants, which does not mean getting twice the result with half the effort, but it is still beneficial.
Ji Xing nodded understandingly.
"You go ahead."
With the young monk's permission, Tong Yan quickly jumped down from the magic weapon.
The entire Phantom Butterfly Flower can be used to make elixirs. Tong Yan wanted to dig up a few more and take them back to hand in the task. Next to her was one of the owners of Phantom Butterfly Valley, so she quietly discussed it with Xiao Jinjin.
"Xiao Jinjin, can I bring a little more?"
The little golden butterfly hesitated a little, flying sometimes faster and sometimes slower.
"Ten spiritual stones?"
Still hesitant.
"twenty."
"Fifty can't be more."
Then, Tong Yan received a happy mood.
"Okay, I'm digging spiritual plants, help me keep an eye on your little friends." After she finished speaking, she took out the tool and dug out the short plants at her feet, bringing up a large area with the roots.
She first dug up the ones that were still in the growth stage and had not bloomed. They were easy to carry and transplant. After putting them all away, she targeted the adult spiritual plants.
A quarter of an hour later, she climbed up to the magic weapon again with the dug spiritual plant, and said to Jinde amiably: "Xiao Jinjin, say goodbye to your little friend quickly, we have to leave."
The wings of the little golden butterfly and several phantom butterflies flapped back and forth, as if communicating. After a while, they flew back to Tong Yan and landed on the wooden hairpin on her head.
Tong Yan smiled and turned to Ji Xing and said, "Little master, let's go."
As soon as her voice fell, the magic weapon started to move, rising slowly upwards, flying higher and higher.
While in the air, Ji Xing noticed that his left sleeve moved. When he lowered his head to look, a box containing a spiritual plant was handed to him.
The special wooden box blocked the face of the hand owner, and Tong Yan's voice then sounded: "Little master, I don't know if you need it, but I just dug a lot, and I'll give you one as a gift."
Then he thought that Ji Xing might have dug up the spiritual plant before they met him, so he added, "This one is a gift from me, and it's different from the one you dug yourself."
"What's so special about this?" Ji Xing asked.
"...Huh?" She said casually, not expecting Ji Xinghui to ask further questions.
Under normal circumstances, everyone knows that giving a gift is a token of affection, and there is nothing special about the spiritual plant itself.
But looking at the serious look on Ji Xing's question, he seemed to be simply curious about what was special about what she was talking about.
Tong Yan racked his brains trying to think of a suitable way to say it: "It's special because..."
This moment is very much like an interview, when the interviewer asks you what you think of a certain product.
"Its leaves are very green and its flowers are very red!" After she finished speaking, she nodded placidly.
"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!"
Ji Xing secretly smiled in his heart, stretched out his hand to take the box, and said seriously: "The poor monk would like to thank the child benefactor for his kindness."
Hey! Accepted it!
Tong Yan was stunned for a moment, put the wooden box into his hand, and said hurriedly: "You're welcome, you're welcome."
Now that you've accepted the gift, you probably don't mind grabbing his sleeve.
After taking the box, he saw a small hand holding his sleeve tightly, and glanced at the person next to him who had straightened his upper body.
Ji Xing put the box away silently and continued to control the magic weapon to fly along the stone wall.
As for the sleeves…
Just hold on, who knew this little girl would be afraid of heights.
After his feet landed on the ground, Tong Yan's heart that was hanging in mid-air finally calmed down.
On the magic weapon, she can't help but think about it, such as whether she will slide down if there is no guardrail on the edge of the magic weapon, for example, whether the two of them will fly into the air and fall down with a clang...
Fortunately, the two reached the top of the cliff safely.
The top of the cliff is not the highest point of the mountain, but a relatively gentle slope halfway up the mountain.
Around half of the mountainside, you can see the back side of Phantom Butterfly Valley. From here you can see Jingming Mountain in the distance.
There is a large forest between the two mountains, and Tong Yan and Jing Xing are walking through here at this moment.
The closer you get to Jingming Mountain, the more traces of fighting there are. It seems that many monks have already arrived here.
When passing by a place, Tong Yan's spiritual consciousness saw two teams confronting each other menacingly in the distance.
She took a quick glance and saw that those holding various musical instruments on one side should be disciples from Baiyin Valley, and there were several disciples wearing Daotian Sect uniforms on the other side.
The other people standing with the Daotian Sect disciples had no obvious landmarks, so it was impossible to guess.
Tong Yan glanced at the person walking in front and followed silently and attentively.
No one will care about this kind of trivial matter, and no one will take care of it.
The two of them drove for another day and finally arrived at the foot of Jingming Mountain. Here, various trees took root in the volcanic ash and grew vigorously. The branches and leaves were luxuriant, and the scattered cherry blossom trees were also in full bloom.
Ji Xing raised his head and stared at Jingming Mountain for a while. When he turned back, he found that the little girl who was silently following him had slipped away to dig around somewhere else.
"...Tong Donor, what are you doing?" Ji Xing asked after finding the petite figure under a big tree.
He glanced around and found that there were no spiritual plants of any kind growing here.
"I'm digging saplings." Tong Yan explained while digging.
"...you want to transplant cherry blossoms."
Although these cherry blossoms are tainted with a little spiritual energy, they are just ordinary trees and can only be viewed for viewing.
Did he remember that Tong Yan was a swordsman and not an alchemist?
"Yes, these flowers and trees are very ornamental. It's a rare trip. How can I go without one?" She straightened up, looked up at the flowers above her head and said with a smile.
This is all due to the collecting habit developed in modern times. "After all, you are here, and it doesn't take much effort to dig one up."
Ji Xing: "..." Unable to refute.
It happened that the breeze was passing by, and the pink petals fluttered down. She stretched out her hand to catch it, but her eyes followed the other petals that fell down and landed on Jing Xing's bald head.
"Haha..." Tong Yan suddenly laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Ji Xing asked in confusion.
She didn't know exactly what she was laughing at, but she just found that the delicate little monk under the tree was very good-looking, and the petals falling on his ring scar were a bit naughty.
There is also "Spring outing, apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head. Whose young man is so romantic on the street".
Of course, the boy is bald.
Tong Yan raised the petals in the palm of her hand and said, "I thought apricot blossoms and cherry blossoms were very similar, but in fact they are quite different. Little master, you have a lot of petals falling on your head."
Ji Xing moved his head slightly, and the petals fell down, "What's so funny about this."
"...You can laugh if you want. I'm not very good at laughing." It's really hard to explain this. I can't say that I think you're pretty.
Her sense of shame is not enough to act like a rogue to a monk.
Tong Yan squatted down to dig a hole again. Her target was not the cherry tree as thick as her, but the small sapling next to it that had only a few flowers in bloom.
She had just dug enough to see the roots. With a few more efforts, she easily picked up the entire sapling, dug out a large box, put it inside, and dug out some soil.
I don’t know if I can survive being transplanted to Luo Huafeng. If I die, I will have to wait until Yan Hui’s secret realm is reopened fifty years later before I can come here again.
As soon as she stood up after finishing her work, the person behind her who had been silent for a long time suddenly said, "The poor monk has a secret that very few people know."
The little master’s secret?
Tong Yan turned to look at him in confusion, and the little monk standing there gave an almost evil smile.
He said: "Back then, I shaved my hair myself."
Shave it yourself.
What does this mean?
Before Tong Yan had time to think about his disobedient smile, he was confused by this sentence again.
At this time, she, who knew very little about Buddhism, did not know that there was a very important rule in Buddhist ordination, which required the consent of parents before being ordained.
While she was stunned, Ji Xing had already gone up the mountain. After regaining consciousness, he quickly used his spiritual power to catch up.
At the same time, I thought over and over again in my mind about this ‘secret that very few people know’ that he said.
What did Ji Xing want to say, to tell her that he was not favored by his master?
Or should he tell her that he is not a regular monk but a fake one?
No, no, no, monks don’t lie.
But if he is fake, then his behavior of eating meat along the way can be explained, and it is not credible to say that he is a monk of Yunchan Temple.
How to explain that strange smile?
Tong Yan caught up and asked, "Little master, why do you suddenly want to tell me this secret?"
In their conversation under the tree, the topic of secrets was not involved.
Ji Xing turned his head and said lightly: "Just say what you want to say."
"..." Use her words to block her.
I really can't accept this.
In fact, Ji Xing also thought of that poem.
On a spring outing, apricot blossoms were blowing all over my head. A young man from a strange family was very romantic.
And his hair was all hairy, which he shaved off himself.
The cherry blossoms at the foot of the mountain were falling one by one, and the figures of the two people going up the mountain gradually blurred.
Neither of them thought about the second part of the sentence.
I plan to marry and rest for the rest of my life. Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned, I cannot be ashamed.
…
The road up the mountain is not easy to walk, and it gets hotter as you go up, and the temperature of the ground under your feet is also surprisingly high.
Fortunately, the monks who went up the mountain were able to bear it with their spiritual protection. If they were ordinary people, they would have died of heatstroke or dehydration before they reached the halfway point of the mountain.
"Little master, how can we find this black iron spar?" They had been crawling for half an hour. There was only black red soil and some gravel, and no trace of the spar was visible.
Ji Xing said: "There is no fixed way to find black iron spar. Whether you can find a spar depends on your luck. Of all the people who go up the mountain, at most only one or two tenths can encounter a spar."
"What's the difference between this and finding a needle in a haystack?" Although she knew that natural resources are hard to come by, Tong Yan was still a little frustrated. Two words could describe her luck.
African chief!
Jing Shi has given up hope.
Ji Xing glanced around, and finally cast his sights on the top of the mountain: "The higher you go up, the greater the possibility of crystals appearing, and they are not only found on the surface."
If it's not on the surface, it's underground.
Tong Yan thought for a moment and then understood what he said: "You are referring to the inside of the volcano, right?"
No wonder he walked up the mountain without looking back.
However, this is an active volcano and may erupt magma at any time.
"Yes, there are plank roads and platforms built by predecessors in the crater, where monks can go down to search for crystal stones." Ji Xing nodded.
"I really want to go down."
This is the disadvantage of not reading the game guide carefully. Luo Dong prepared a map for her and mentioned it here, and even introduced the situation at the bottom of the volcano in detail, but she didn't read it carefully.
In order to prevent himself from asking Ji Xing too often, Tong Yan silently took out the map and temporarily held the Buddha's feet.
The above describes the long-term law of magma eruptions in Jingming Mountain, which is generally about once every five hundred years.
However, due to the construction of the plank road, the monks can go underground and get closer to the magma layer. If there is a large-scale fight between the monks, it may cause a volcanic eruption.
After reading the general introduction, she couldn't help but complain: "It seems that going underground is very dangerous. When fighting, you have to pay attention to the scale and the amount of force you use. If a volcanic eruption really occurs, the people inside will not be able to survive."
You won’t come anymore.”
The monks who come looking for the crystals will not be low in cultivation, and they will definitely fight to snatch the crystals. If this fight is not controlled well and exceeds one degree, there is a risk of causing a magma eruption.
This is simply a proposition.
Naturally, he was very clear about the danger and danger in it. He continued to tell Tong Yan: "The underground is indeed a dangerous place. It is not only the monks who need to be careful when going down. There are also highly poisonous fire scorpions hidden on the cliffs of the plank road. If you are not careful,
If you are stung by it, your body will experience burning pain and your movements will become sluggish."
"Little Master, you successfully persuaded me to back down." After understanding this, Tong Yan didn't want to go underground at all.
She is both a monster and a monk, and she could be torn apart if she reaches the ninth level of Qi training.
It's better to keep it alive. If she gets out alive, she will be Shang Xun's official disciple.
With him as your backer, it would only take a matter of minutes for you to become CEO, marry a wealthy and handsome man, and reach the pinnacle of your life.
Why would she risk her life here for a crystal that was of no use to her?
After making up his mind, Tong Yan said: "I won't go down. Little master, you have to be careful when you go down. If you need some elixir, I can calm you down a bit. You're welcome."
Seeing that she refused to go, Ji Xing was not surprised. After all, her cultivation level was too low and she would not be able to protect herself after going down.
It was impossible for him to take out his hand to help her at any time, so he agreed: "The child benefactor has not yet established the foundation, so it is really not suitable to go underground. There are still many places in the secret realm suitable for the benefactor's trial. We are still half way from closing the secret realm."
You can choose some places for a walk during your time."
Tong Yan lowered his head and estimated the time. It was indeed just past the halfway mark. Apart from the Phantom Butterfly Valley, he didn't encounter any good places along the way. It was time to go and see it.
Then he nodded and said: "Well, then I will take you to the top of the mountain before walking, and by the way, I will look for black iron spar on the way."
It turned out that Tong Yan was still the non-chief. The two were almost at the top of the mountain, but she still didn't see a crystal.
After realizing the reality, Tong Yan gave up, but she didn't need to refine the weapon, so it didn't matter if she didn't. Then she focused on the group of people standing on the top of the mountain.
There were dozens of people, all dressed in different clothes and from different forces.
There is no time or condition limit for going underground, so Tong Yan is a little confused as to why a large group of people gathered here and didn't go down for half a day.
After getting closer, I realized that there was a conflict between disciples of two sects. Most of the people nearby were disciples of the two sects, and those in ordinary clothes were unrelated people who stayed to watch the show.
A female disciple from Baiyin Valley asked the Tianzong disciples angrily: "A few days ago, someone saw Senior Sister Zheng having a conflict with your Dao Tianzong people, and was injured by you. Now we can't contact Senior Sister Zheng and them.
Go up and say that it was not you who killed Senior Sister Zheng and the others!"
A disciple of the Daotian Sect retorted: "Whoever saw it, dare to stand up and identify it? Besides, I was just arguing with you people from Baiyin Valley that day. What does it matter to us if the person dies?"
However, the people who initially said they saw Daotian Sect disciples injuring Baiyin Valley disciples, saw the tense confrontation between the two forces, and shrank back in fear, and did not dare to come forward to testify.
The female disciple was extremely angry: "You!"
Looking back, I couldn't find the person who had just started talking.
The disciples of Daotian Sect sneered: "Besides, what if we kill them? Death and injury are inevitable in the secret realm. If they die, it just means that their skills are inferior to others!"
As soon as he said these words, a murderous piano sound went straight towards the man's face, unable to dodge, and a long gash was instantly cut out on the left side of his face.
He roared angrily: "Who is it! Who attacked me!"
The disciples behind the man were a little restless, with anger on their faces. Only the young man in the lead raised his eyebrows and looked calmly behind the disciples in Baiyin Valley.
When I was young, a cold female voice sounded: "If I kill you now, is it because you are inferior to others and should be killed by me?"