My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 158 Books from Two Places

If you haven't figured out how to deal with some things, let's talk about them when the time comes!

Yang Zhen decided not to consider signing up for the time being, but to cultivate her own spiritual roots first.

Now he is under pressure to earn money again.

According to Yiyi, this formation requires a new batch of spirit stones every 64 days, that is, 8 medium-grade water attribute spirit stones.

The value of these spirit stones is around 2000 spirit stones, and Yang Zhen must guarantee to earn so many spirit stones every two months.

After harvesting Qianxun Grass, Blood Coagulation Grass and Soul Nourishment Grass, he replanted these spirit grasses in the space.

The space is also slowly expanding, and it has reached a radius of sixty feet.

He also reserved some land and planted some other spiritual grasses, including several spiritual fruit trees.

Among them is a bipolar date tree.This kind of Tier [-] fruit tree is very peculiar. The jujubes on it appear in pairs, one is water attribute and the other is fire attribute.Eating a few pills before practicing can greatly enhance your affinity for the corresponding aura.

This tree bears fruit every five years, but in space it happens to be one year.

Yang Zhen planted a total of three such jujube trees.

Now in Zhoucheng Fang City, Chen Fugui's stall has been on the right track. Many people know that he has fresh spiritual herbs coming out from time to time, and gradually has a group of regular buyers.

With the output of the space, plus the sale of Xuanyang wood, 2000 spirit stones per month can basically be achieved.

Every morning, Yang Zhen still practiced in the square for an hour. With the growth of his spiritual roots, his sensitivity to wood-type spiritual energy became more and more sensitive. Almost as long as he thought of it, the overwhelming spiritual energy would gather towards him .

In the year of Bingyin, more and more schoolchildren entered the entraining period, and there were fewer and fewer schoolchildren in the square.

He, a schoolboy who has never been enlightened, has become a joke in the eyes of more and more people.

But so what?He doesn't care.

……

Spring rain is like silk, like fog, like smoke, like tide.

On a day when it was drizzling and the whole county was shrouded in misty rain, he received the first letter from Zhao Yueer.

In the letter, the little girl described to him the environment in the new place, where the aura is dense and the seasons are like spring.The green hills are green and the pavilions are elegant.There are cranes dancing in the sky and yellow sparrows singing, which is a beautiful scene of immortals.

However, "Grandma Shuihong is much more vicious than Nanny," the little girl secretly wrote, "She is kinder to me, but she is stricter to those brothers and sisters!"

"Also, I heard that Mammy asked her to see a doctor, but there was no result, but Auntie's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds..."

Yang Zhen already knew about these two things when she returned to Zhao Mansion two days ago.Mammy probably didn't have much hope, so there was no look of disappointment on her face.

Qin Wan was beaming.At the repeated request of everyone, he also performed a heroic and heroic posture of Yujian volleying in the air, which is exactly the performance that can only be performed when the cultivation base reaches the late stage of Qi training.

Yang Zhen felt warm in her heart, and took up a pen to write back to the little girl:
"My spiritual root has indeed grown a bit longer. It should be two points more than last year, but I haven't measured it with a spirit disk. It's just my own estimation. Don't tell others..."

"I'm reading your letter at the back of the school! Do you know? Last year I told you the story of Nezha. The red walnut we planted at that time has now covered half of the hillside..."

"Those white petals with ruddy petals, very much like your pretty face when you are embarrassed..."

……

The letter was sent out, and when Yang Zhen received another letter from the little girl, it was already a midsummer with green grass.

The second letter from the little girl was sent to the Zhao Mansion. Besides the letter, there was also a piece of water dragon jade and a box of water spirit stones.

"Brother Stone," she wrote in the letter: "At this time last year, you once told me that you wanted to borrow my water dragon jade and water spirit stone, and I agreed. Later, you only took a few water spirit stones from me , but the Water Dragon Jade was not taken away..."

"The environment where I am practicing now is full of aura. With my current cultivation base, I can't use these two things for the time being. I think since you proposed it at the time, it must be useful..."

Yang Zhen held the water dragon jade in her hand, and a cold touch made his heart skip a beat.

That night, in the stone space.

"Yiyi," he asked eagerly: "That formation can continuously generate innate water spirit energy, so is it also useful for monks with water spirit roots?"

"Of course!" The little thing said strangely: "Otherwise, the primordial spirit water fetus you mentioned, even the Jindan cultivator would want to snatch it?"

"This formation, after I use it up next year, can I keep it?"

"As long as you want, brother, you can keep it for as long as you want, but you need to change the spirit stone frequently, otherwise these innate spirit energy will dissipate into this space."

In the end, Yiyi also gave him a suggestion, that he could find some suitable water-attribute heaven and earth spirits and put them in the pond, let them absorb the innate water aura, and slowly turn into something like Yuanling water tires.

"Although the effect is far worse than that of Yuanling water tires, you can store these innate qi and use them when needed." Little things introduced.

……

Yang Zhen's second reply still described the scenery of the valley.

"In the afternoon, I went to swim under the waterfall in the back mountain again. I remember last year, I dragged you down to play in the water, but you were unwilling and kicked me down, haha!"

"Later, I suddenly got out of the water to scare you, and you threw several stones at me. I will always remember this grudge!"

"That day, it was also by this water, and you asked me if the spring water would flow to the Qu River; in the river, is there the Dragon King I mentioned..."

"I made up a new story called "The Biography of Liu Yi". You are not by my side, so I will write it for you..."

……

In autumn, when the fruit trees were fragrant, the little girl's reply arrived.

"Two days ago, my mother came to see me and told me that on the night of the harvest day, you told everyone the story of "Liu Yi's Biography", and everyone said it was good..."

"I cried secretly. I don't want to read the stories you wrote. They are cold and meaningless. I want you to tell me them yourself. I like listening to stories told by brother Shito..."

"How long is your spiritual root now? Let me tell you, sister, I have already reached the third level of Qi training! You have to hurry up!"

Yang Zhen wrote in reply:
"Mama didn't tell you the truth. The story I told on Harvest Day didn't even make it into the top ten. Without you as a small audience, the story I told would be dry..."

……

When heavy snow covered the entire Baiyun Mountain Range in silver, the little girl's last letter arrived.

"I didn't want to tell you. I wanted to secretly scare you that day, but I couldn't help but want to tell you the good news..."

"Early this morning, when I was practicing swords on Tianshui Peak, I was seen by the patriarch's mother-in-law. She told me that even though I was her disciple, I had to participate in the sect competition. This is the sect's rule. Only those who pass Only by taking the exam can I officially become her disciple..."

"You don't know how happy I was when I heard her say that. I will come back a year ago, and I will go to the school again to compete with everyone."

"Brother Stone, are you ready?"

PS: How should I say this chapter?I wrote it with my heart, and I don’t know if you like it or not.After all, I haven't written a love letter for more than ten years, and the pen is rusty, haha!

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