Time, January 23, 2020, 29th of the twelfth lunar month, weather, sunny.
Today is the last day of the Chinese New Year. After today, it will be New Year’s Eve, but I haven’t finished my homework yet.
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The little kid with a melon-skinned hair sniffled, squeezed the pen tightly, and wrote on the composition text one stroke at a time.
Suddenly, his ears tingled, and then he was as excited as if he had discovered a new world. He raised his head, dropped his pen, and slipped towards the door.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
The door of the hall was wide open, and the cold wind blew in. The tightly wrapped fat figure's half-raised arms froze.
He hasn't knocked on the door yet.
"Happy New Year, kids, are your adults at home?"
The little kid twitched his nose and curled his lips unabashedly, "Old man..."
The door curtain opened, and a slightly stocky figure walked out, "What's going on?"
The figure who had just come out was startled, looked at the people at the door, and greeted him, "Oh, it's Brother Yang, come on, come on, bring Ling (dialect: everyone) in, come and sit."
"No, no, no, I won't sit down anymore. I'm looking for you today. I need your help with something." The village party secretary waved his hand and said to him pleasantly.
"As you know, there was some trouble in the mountains here some time ago. The higher ups sent people down to check it out."
"I think you go to the mountains often, and you are very familiar with the mountains, so I wanted you to lead the way."
The little kid on the side raised his head, eyes squinting upward, looking at the adults on both sides saying something he didn't understand.
An adult or something, which made him look confused.
I just got some information from vague speculations. His father will be away for a while for something, haha.
"Hey, Guawazi, do your homework in front of the house. Later, your grandma will ask you to go over and calm the fire. Don't be lazy for me."
The excitement hadn't even appeared on my face for a moment, but it suddenly turned into a bitter look.
He let out a muffled hum from his nose, and in a few breaths he turned from a strong seedling into a frost-beaten eggplant. The melon-headed child watched his father and those few people go out and go away, drowned in the cold wind.
On the higher mountain, Feng Shui master Cai Qi was sitting cross-legged on a trembling fence, digesting the spiritual energy brought back by the Yin God.
In the palm of his empty hand was a flat seed, which was the sword seed given by God and God.
It has a wooden appearance, a thumb-sized body, and a refreshing fragrance.
He was a little hesitant and played with it for several days, but couldn't figure out how to use it.
Is it swallowed, refined, or planted in the ground?
The last thought was so ridiculous that he felt like he must be crazy.
But what if it is?
Cai Qi is ready to make a move. If it is buried in the ground, there should be no problems, right? If not, it can be taken back.
Instilling it with spiritual energy and guiding Yin Shen were of no use, and there was nothing he could do.
With a worried heart, he found a corner in his backyard, gently dug up the soil with a hoe, planted the seeds gently, and even poured a ladle of water.
There was no response, which was expected.
Cai Qi was inexplicably disappointed, but he quickly returned to his normal state of mind. It was okay, and he would just have to think about it again.
After all, he has been here all these years, and now he is lucky enough to have attained the Dao. If he still pretends to think that things are unintentional, then he has really failed to live up to the Dao he has been entrusted with.
Randomly, he found a piece of thick cloth and spread it on the ground, sitting cross-legged on it, facing the direction of the sword and exhaling energy.
Tempering the essence is a process of tempering the body. The spiritual energy circulates around the sky, flushing the body with spiritual energy and strengthening the essence.
This kind of homework is very slow and tiring. The spiritual energy washed away is a bit numb, and it will test people's willpower over time.
The more spiritual energy washes away, the more sensitive the body becomes.
Once, ten times...
When Yin Shen's spiritual energy was close to drying up, he suddenly sensed a small wave of spiritual energy appearing in front of him.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sprouts sprouting out of the ground in front of him. Is this really a seed?
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In a house more than ten miles away, someone who was polishing the bow tire raised his head and chuckled.
"Sword seeds, of course, are seeds."
"If it doesn't take root or sprout, how can it be called a seed?"
A flying sword with wooden attributes, it can fly independently, breathe out spiritual energy, and always ensure its peak condition.
Considering the damage problem of the flying sword, someone added the planting attribute. When the flying sword is injured, you can also choose to plant it in the land with strong spiritual energy to grow and recover on its own.
As for the question of whether there will be sword spirits in the future, someone just wants to say that, let alone a conscious sword spirit, it is possible to transform into a human being. After all, it is essentially a magical plant.
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In front of the planted sword, the stunned young man was stunned.
He suddenly showed a look of realization, it turned out that this was a flying sword with wood attribute.
In the biography, the fire attribute flying sword uses fire crystal, the water attribute flying sword uses ice, and the metal flying sword uses gold and iron. Then the wood attribute flying sword is made of wood, so there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
He muttered and took out an old notebook and recorded the story of the wooden flying sword.
Then he adjusted his breathing to be consistent with that of the sword species, allowing his own spirituality to resonate with that of the sword species.
A feeling of perfection filled my heart. No wonder, the refining secret taught by Shangzhen is here. That's it, that's it.
On the first day of New Year's Eve, the Sword Immortal Cai Qi gained enlightenment.
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At the same time, a "tourist team" of only seven or eight people, led by two local villagers, also entered the mountain.
The six people following behind were all wrapped up tightly, and not even their faces were exposed.
The two people at the back saw that the guide in front was walking far away, and a low voice came from the mask.
The slightly distorted voice couldn't cover up the smell of vaginal cavity, "Jenny, do you feel it?"
"This kind of freshness that even the cold winter can't hide, phew——"
"I seem to feel my body calling me forward."
The blunt Mandarin is full of greed.
He looked at the misty mountains ahead, with fluttering snowflakes falling from the sky like elves.
"Yes, I feel it. If we can find the root of all this, we will be the biggest contributors."
A muffled female voice came, with unconcealable joy in her tone.
"However, we must speed up the progress. This huge country has reacted. We must find the root cause before them and find a way to take him away."
This man seemed much calmer and carefully analyzed their current situation. Then he paused and looked at the companions and guides in front of him.
"If that doesn't work, then we have to destroy him too."
If we can't get it, no one else can get it either. This is their belief.
The best way is to take him back by yourself. If that doesn't work, destroy him. You can't make yourself stronger, and you can't leave him to make others stronger.
"That's right, why does God no longer favor us this time? Many era reforms in history were all carried out on our land..."
"Do you think the discovery here will be an era-changer comparable to the Industrial Revolution?" The tall man interrupted her.
"God has always looked after us, and I believe this time will be the same."