Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

Chapter 14. Chapter 14.
Seven, seven petals?

Song He deliberately slowed down his pace to confirm again that he was not mistaken.

'Is my luck really that good, or does this thing really have luck? '

Song He was happy at this time.

But it was also difficult.

There are only three or four people here now. If he directly guesses the seven petals, wouldn't he be in the limelight?

This conflicts with his idea of ​​steady development.

But if he wanted to give up the seven-petal morning and evening flower to find something else, Song He would be reluctant to part with it - seven-petal is seven times the price, and the spiritual stone in his hand could skyrocket to 320 and a half yuan.

You can lie down for a long time.

'What to do, what to do...'

While he was hesitating, he suddenly saw a group of people walking over. Senior Brother Meng walked over with a smile, waving his fan like stars over the moon.

Song He's eyes lit up and he pulled Zhou Yue aside.

It's just right, Brother Meng!Now that you're here, even if I press anything, it won't look awkward anymore.

With the support of this "Son of Luck" who made hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones in one day, the spiritual stones were already obtained reliably.

He didn't care how the other party guessed so accurately.

He doesn't care how much the other party earns.

As long as he can earn the much-needed spirit stones, then he will be satisfied.

Contented and happy.

Song He, who was hiding in the crowd and had no sense of presence, watched Senior Brother Meng walk to the jade table, and the latter looked at the seeds in the flower pot again and again.

The brow furrowed and then relaxed.

After repeating this cycle several times, he took out his storage bag embroidered with golden silk thread and threw it to the inner monk at this table.

In an understatement, he wrote:
"This flower is not bad, I pressed nine petals, 85 spirit stones!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding monks suddenly exploded.

"Throw out all 85 spirit stones?"

"Nine petals?"

"This, this, this... Brother Meng wants to make a lot of money!"

Some people were surprised and excited, while others were puzzled and pessimistic.

"Is it too risky?"

"If you are greedy, you will lose. Brother Meng is still too proud."

"If the nine-petal morning and evening flower blooms, I am afraid that even the head of the house will be shocked!"

The originally quiet Guihuafang suddenly turned into a chaotic vegetable market, and Song He felt as if countless ducks were noising.

If the monks' voices were not deliberately suppressed, they would be comparable to loudspeakers.

'It seems that even the indifferent monks will be shocked when they encounter such a huge gamble. 'Song He slandered.

at this time.

A voice emerges from the bottom of everyone's heart——

"quiet!"

The voice is not loud, but extremely majestic.

Accompanied by this voice, an old man holding a wooden staff suddenly appeared beside the table, and no one noticed when he appeared.

As if in the blink of an eye, he was there.

The whole Flower Guessing Workshop was suddenly silent.

But a moment later—

"See Master Uncle!"

All the monks bowed in unison.

The voice was loud and unified, as if it had been agreed upon.

Even the monks who were looking after the jade table left the jade table and went to the open space to salute. No one dared to be perfunctory, and they were all respectful.

The old man holding the wooden stick just glanced at the crowd, then withdrew his gaze, and taught the monk in charge of the jade table: "Guess the flower, you can guess whatever you want, no matter how many spirit stones it is, the sect will give it to you." rise.

Haven't you all forgotten about the bet between the former head of this sect and the head of Tianyue Sword Sect?
The two seniors made an appointment with the flowers in the morning and evening, and bet on the ownership of the spiritual plant and the blessed land of the cave with tens of millions of top-quality spiritual stones.

Just a few hundred thousand spiritual stones, what does it mean? "

The tone is indifferent, but it gives people a sense of domineering.

The inner disciple who was guarding the jade table quickly bowed: "Disciple, I understand."

"Ah."

The old man snorted, glanced at a certain place, and disappeared without a trace just as he came.

But the remaining power is still there, and no one dares to yell anymore.

Once this uncle appeared, things went much smoother. Many people followed suit and guessed the flower. Some followed Brother Meng and guessed nine petals, while others guessed six or eight petals.

Anyway, there are basically people guessing if there are more than three petals.

Song He naturally crushed seven petals.

With the help of his uncle, the monk in charge of the jade table received almost all the spiritual stones from those who wanted to participate in the flower guessing. After half an hour, he injected spiritual energy into the flower pots.

Morning and evening flowers bloom in an instant.

Silvery branches hold golden flowers.

The seven-petal flowers are shining brightly.

Brilliant golden light and spiritual energy diffused in all directions.

What's even better... I don't know if the master uncle confessed something, but the disciple in charge of the jade table didn't take out the gourd to absorb the spiritual energy, but let the spiritual energy diffuse and be absorbed by the monks present.

Song He also directly rose to a level as a result.

Successfully entered the eighth level of Qi Refining.

He accepted it as soon as it was good, he was not greedy at all, and he took the Lingshi he got and bid farewell to Zhou Yue.

This kind of cultivation seems to be simple, but in fact it is not easy to obtain - there are more than thousands of monks hanging around here every day. How many times can a day and night flower with more than three petals bloom?

How much spiritual energy can you absorb when it's your turn?
It would be really funny if he really lingered here every day instead of practicing farming, and then he wouldn't be able to hand in the sect's tasks.

Even Song He wondered if this was an area specially released by the Zongmen to screen monks.

Guessing flowers here every day is so addictive... What should the sect master think?
When he thought of this, Song He became more eager to return.

"Okay, you go back first, I want to make another guess."

Zhou Yue also guessed the seven petals. He was obviously a bit over the top after getting a large amount of spirit stones. Maybe he felt that today was very lucky to encounter so many morning and evening flowers with more than three petals in full bloom.

I still want to keep guessing.

Song He looked at the excited man, but he hesitated and gave up what he wanted to say - it was useless to say anything at this time. Although the monk's will was firm, once he became irrational, he would be really crazy.

Besides, if after persuading him another day and night flower with three or more petals appears, wouldn't that mean that he has become a bad person?

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents, so it's best to say nothing.

Song He directly chose to turn around and leave without any hesitation.

It's just that before he left, he couldn't help but glanced at senior brother Meng, and saw the relief on senior brother Meng's face, as if he wasn't annoyed at losing hundreds of thousands of spirit stones at all.

And looking at him, he seemed to want to continue guessing.

Seeing this, Song He's heart moved, and he quickened his pace thoughtfully.

Soon left Xiaolefeng.

……

After returning to his cave, Song He came to Yimu Gourd.

As if sensing his arrival, the gourd's spirit proactively reached out, connected with his consciousness, and swayed gently.

Spiritual consciousness is the most acute and sensitive thing for a monk. At this moment, Song He even had a strange feeling of being rubbed by a dog's soft, cool hair.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I brought enough spiritual stones to feed you!"

As he spoke, he boldly took out a full 1000 yuan of wood spirit stones and piled them evenly on the ground.

"Eat! There's not enough!"

Fortunately, Lingye Sect consumes the most wood spirit stones, so when the spirit stones are distributed, they are given to wood spirit stones by default, which saves Song He from going to the Deacon Hall to exchange the spirit stones.

With so many spiritual stones piled on the ground, Song He could feel that the spiritual energy around him had become much richer, and the consciousness that was acting coquettishly with him even cheered and died out.

But strands of roots stretched out from the ground and began to wrap around these spiritual stones - this was when it began to devour them.

Seeing this, Song He didn't dare to neglect.

He simply meditated and adjusted his breathing on the side, adjusting to the soaring cultivation level while also using his spiritual consciousness to closely observe the changes in Yimu Gourd.

He had a premonition that Yimu Gourd would definitely surprise him.

(End of this chapter)