The world's first farm

147 The Long Night
Zhao Yufan happily ate the food given by Ye Cheng, but it was warm in his heart, and he looked at Ye Cheng tenderly, as if he wanted to melt him in the gentle gaze.

After eating, Zhao Yufan began to tell Ye Cheng some interesting things that happened on the way here, and talked about the pain she felt when she found out that Ye Cheng might fall off the cliff, and the process of trying everything to get down the cliff.

Ye Cheng just listened quietly, and through the hazy moonlight, he could clearly see every delicate expression on Zhao Yufan's face at this moment, and he seemed to be able to understand Zhao Yufan's mood.

At this moment, Ye Cheng looked at the girl in front of him, and his mood was really complicated.

"Brother Ye. Can I ask, did you encounter any danger? Did you come here for something?" Zhao Yufan asked softly and cautiously. She was afraid of touching Ye Cheng's sensitive nerves, or if it was a secret. , so the words are a bit weak and cautious.

"Well, I came here to find some spiritual herbs for cultivation. As for the danger, I accidentally heard the secrets of the practitioners. I should kill them to silence them." Ye Cheng explained simply with a smile on his face.

"How could this person be so cruel? He just heard some secrets and wanted to kill people to silence him." Zhao Yufan said angrily, his face flushed.

"Cultivators seem to be very remarkable, but sometimes the lives of cultivators are very humble. In your eyes, cultivators must be much stronger than ordinary people, but their lives are fragile, even compared to ordinary people. It’s all worse, and it’s easier to lose your life.” Ye Cheng said with some emotion, these are some words that have always been in his heart, and now he said them to Zhao Yufan.

"Ah." Zhao Yufan was very surprised when she heard that. At that time, she saw Ye Cheng's speed like a hurricane, and thought that cultivators were much better than ordinary people, but now it seems that cultivators also have a lot of helplessness.

"Hehe, let's not talk about that, every world has its own rules of survival." Ye Cheng said.

"Yes. Brother Ye, can I be with you tomorrow." Zhao Yufan's eyes were like stars in the night sky, looking at Ye Cheng brightly.

"Okay. But we have fallen here now, and we don't know where it is. If you want to follow me, you must listen to me. I'm afraid you will encounter some danger." Ye Cheng agreed immediately.

"Yeah. I'll listen to you." Zhao Yufan agreed with a sweet smile, like a little daughter-in-law, even the skills she had trained at work recently disappeared completely.

"Yufan, you are tired, just go to bed early. I may not sleep tonight. I want to practice and try to recover a little bit of strength. No one knows what we will encounter next. I have to be a little strength to ensure your safety." Ye Cheng said.

"I just woke up, but I still can't sleep now. You go, don't worry about me." After hearing Ye Cheng's words, Zhao Yufan's heart was extraordinarily beautiful, and his heart was a little turbulent. How could it be possible to fall asleep now? Tell her now Go to sleep, isn't this torture.

After Ye Cheng heard Zhao Yufan's words, he just didn't care about her. Now that he is seriously injured, he really needs to recover his strength soon.

He sat down cross-legged, but he was thinking about what could make him recover quickly. He scanned the space several times, but he found that only Lingquan and Zailu could speed up his recovery. It was the wild ginseng that I dug up at that time.

He used the spirit spring continuously every day, and the effect of the spirit spring on recovering from such serious injuries to the cultivator was minimal, so the effect was very poor at all.

But something is always better than nothing, so he also used Lingquan to clean up all his external wounds, drank a few mouthfuls of Lingquan, and took out the wild ginseng he dug on the road.

In the process of Ye Cheng's cultivation, except for the spiritual spring, none of the other auxiliary cultivation tools have been used. It's not that Ye Cheng doesn't want to use it, it's because he doesn't have the conditions.

He carefully looked at the wild ginseng in his hand again. It was the first time he used it, and he believed that the effect should be relatively good, and it could play a relatively large role in the recovery of his injuries.

Ye Cheng was preparing to recover from his injuries. Zhao Yufan, who was not sleepy at the moment, just looked at Ye Cheng blankly, without blinking his eyes.

Ye Cheng bit off a piece of wild ginseng after being cleaned and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully a few times, Ye Cheng felt that there was a wave of spiritual energy in the wild ginseng spraying into the body, and the internal organs felt a little hot Apparently, this spiritual energy is much purer than the spiritual spring. It is the essence formed by wild ginseng for decades, and now it is dissipated and poured into the limbs and veins.

Seeing the effect, Ye Cheng swallowed all the remaining wild ginseng in one gulp, and began to run the cultivation route that he had been running silently for the past few months, wanting to digest this pure and restrained aura faster .

As soon as Ye Cheng's practice route was running, his spiritual power would flow at an accelerated rate, but he was seriously injured, and when he was running the practice route, the injuries in his body were pulled out.

The relatively rosy face that had already recovered slowly turned pale again, with fine sweat oozing from his forehead, Ye Cheng gritted his teeth, resisting the pain tearing his whole body, and silently repeated it over and over again. Running the practice route, the spiritual energy in the body suddenly roared, surging like a tide, and it was more than twice as fast as before when the spiritual energy slowly penetrated into the body by itself.

Following the operation of Yecheng, some injured places are like a sponge, greedily devouring the rushing pure spiritual energy, and the shriveled cells and so on gradually regain their vitality.

Of course, these quick recovery places are only places where Ye Cheng was slightly injured. In some places, the influx of spiritual energy is like a drop of water seeping into the sea, which cannot stir up any waves.

Zhao Yufan looked at the extremely painful Ye Cheng, his heart was clenched together, a pair of small hands wrapped in cloth strips were clutching the clothes on his body, and his teeth were biting together, as if she was the one who suffered the pain.

At this moment, Zhao Yufan's hands clutching her clothes were indeed in great pain, but her whole body and mind were completely on Ye Cheng's body, and she didn't realize her situation at the moment.

Although he watched Ye Cheng suffer great pain, Zhao Yufan did not dare to disturb Ye Cheng.

This night seemed to be extraordinarily long, but it also flowed quietly like running water.

(End of this chapter)