Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

"I said, is Xiao Zhou okay?" Bai Lifeng asked worriedly.

Since Jiang Xiaozhou came back from Wu Laocuo, he often stared at a point in the void in a daze, motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

Or just hold a flower, stare at it for a long time, and sometimes touch it, smell it, or eat it.

"He is practicing." Su Yan said.

"Practice what?"

"Creating something out of nothing is my master's unique skill." Su Yan said: "At that time he said that he might have to practice for more than 50 years, so I gave up."

Bailifeng muttered: "Is it very powerful?"

Su Yan: "Just like him, he can conjure little flowers."

"Shouldn't it be just conjuring little flowers." Bailifeng stood up and was about to walk over to persuade him: "At least take a break, it feels like he's been practicing for a long time."

"Master!"

Li Chungeng jumped in from outside the courtyard and grabbed Jiang Xiaozhou's cuff: "Master! That's too bad!"

Jiang Xiaozhou was using his spiritual sense to probe into the air veins in the flower. He faintly felt a transparent silk thread connecting his spiritual sense and the root of the flower. From there came a faint vitality, which was a kind of energy completely different from aura. a feeling of.When Li Chungeng rushed over, the line that had been connected with great difficulty disappeared in an instant as if it had been cut off.

"Chun Plowing? What's wrong?" Jiang Xiaozhou put away the flowers and asked gently.

"The beauty soul I planted has turned yellow." Li Chungeng blushed, sweating on his forehead, panting heavily: "I checked and found no pests or diseases, but the beauty soul has been It's getting worse and getting worse. I asked others, but they didn't know why, and I really don't know what to do, so I want to come to you, Master..."

Bai Lifeng ran over and picked him up: "Hey, Xiao Zhou is practicing, it's dangerous for you to rush out like this!"

"I'm sorry, did I cause you trouble..." Hearing this, Li Chungeng immediately flinched, and lowered his head to apologize.

"It's okay, I'm your master." Jiang Xiaozhou patted his head, stood up and said, "Besides, I haven't helped you with anything since I accepted you as an apprentice... Are you planting a beauty to send a soul? Soul...is that kind of transparent flower?"

Li Chungeng rubbed his hands, and said embarrassedly: "Because I got the seed of the beauty's soul by accident, and the temperature of the peak of Jianchun Peak happened to be very low, so I wanted to give it a try. It has grown very well before, but When I went to see it this morning, the beauty Jihun turned yellow..."

The beauty sends the soul, Jiang Xiaozhou remembers that cattail grass told him that it is a plant that lives on the bones of extremely cold places and has special effects.It can call back the soul of the dead for a short time, and if it is used as a material, it can be refined into the soul-returning pill of the flesh and bones of the living dead.If it is placed on a person who has just died, it can temporarily store his soul.

Not to mention people who know how to grow this kind of flower, few people even know about it.

Jiang Xiaozhou was a little unbelievable: "You really planted the beauty's soul?"

Li Chungeng scratched his head and said in a low voice, "I've liked farming since I was a child." He was very embarrassed to say such things in front of these people.Although no one revealed it, Li Chungeng knew it.

He's not like this group of sparkling people.

Because his father died early and his mother was very weak, the only support for the family was the one acre of Susukida.Ninety percent of their income has to be handed over every year, and the rest has to be exchanged for money to buy medicines. The dross that cannot be sold is the food they depend on for survival.Since he was sensible, he has been lying in the field, thinking about how to get more food, exchange for more money, fill his stomach, and cure his mother's illness.

This survival instinct makes him close to every inch of soil and cherish every seed.Until later, he got the Changchun formula, and as if he had an epiphany, the plants under his hands began to grow wildly.

This made him feel satisfied and at ease. His mother's illness was also cured by the means of the monk. Li Chungeng left his mother and the monk, and began to collect those strange seeds everywhere.

He likes the process of cultivating seeds to grow up, watching them sprout green shoots, grow day by day, and finally become bright and dripping life.

This kind of hobby, in front of them, is really embarrassing.

"It's amazing." Jiang Xiaozhou praised, if he could really grow spiritual plants like the soul of a beauty, it would not be at the level of an ordinary hobby.

After all, even cattail grass said at the time that the soul of a beauty can only grow in nature, and one less one is used.

"It's not too late, let's go and have a look first." Jiang Xiaozhou pulled Li Chungeng up, stepped on the Wenxin Sword, and flew towards the peak.

Bailifeng rode on the double-headed phoenix, and shouted: "Wait, I'll go too!"

"Hey, don't just plant strange things on Jianchun Peak!" Su Yan had a headache, so he had to go up together.

Jianchun Peak is the highest spiritual peak in Tianyuan Mountain, even higher than Duxi Peak where Wu Laocuo lives.The peak is covered with snow all the year round, and it is a vast expanse of white, without any other colors.

After Jiang Xiaozhou and the others reached the top of the peak, they could see the people coming and going below. There were clouds floating briskly on the mountainside like flowing water, and there was gusts of wind in their ears.

The scenery on the top of the peak is very poor, except for a swaying flower, there is only a black dead tree left.

"I remember this tree." Su Yan flew faster than them, jumped down lightly, touched the dry trunk, and there was no trace of life in it: "When I was young, it was still alive, and then there was a heavenly descending Lei, this tree was split open and never sprouted again. What a pity, I like this tree very much, the master said it is dead, and I will never see it bloom again look."

Bailifeng narrowed his eyes, he didn't like this kind of glaring white light: "Did you like to crawl to this kind of place when you were a child?"

"This is higher than the mountain of Liangyi Jianzong." Jiang Xiaozhou and Li Chungeng also came up. He thought of the days when he climbed the mountain in Liangyi Jianzong. Looking back now, it seems as far away as his previous life.

The peak is obviously not suitable for living things, they are not affected by these external conditions, but Li Chungeng looks a little uncomfortable.

During the fusion period, he can usually fly with a sword, but judging by his appearance, he can't do it on the eighth floor, and the wooden sword is useless.Jiang Xiaozhou thought, why is it that he actually climbed to the top of Jianchun Peak just for the sake of planting a beauty?

Li Chungeng slowed down for a while, stood up, and led Jiang Xiaozhou and the others to the dry tree.

Jingle Bell--

Jiang Xiaozhou heard a strange sound, like the wind rang a bell.

Jingle Bell--

"Master, don't listen to this voice. The soul of a beauty can seal the soul of the dead and confuse the mind of the living."

Li Chungeng squatted in front of the beauty Jihun. The flowers were very beautiful. Under the reflection of the white snow, the transparent and delicate petals were separated like palms, and the edges were layered like lace. Ye, when the wind blows, it seems to be able to see an exquisite beauty sighing quietly by the river.

Because of this, it is called the soul of beauty.

Jingle Bell--

The strange bell rang again, and Jiang Xiaozhou's face turned pale, but Li Chungeng didn't seem to be affected at all. He pointed to a petal of the beauty's soul, and said, "Master, look, it's yellow here."

Jiang Xiaozhou walked over, squatted down with him, and looked carefully.

"Why is this flower creepy?" Bailifeng frowned, he didn't like the scent of this flower.

Suyan has read a lot of books, so she knows a little bit about the beauty's soul: "Didn't it mean that the beauty's soul must be planted on the bones? Are there bones here?" She doesn't remember anyone dying on Jianchun Peak.

"Yes, in fact, it is not necessary to plant the soul of a beauty on a corpse, as long as there are corpses within a hundred feet." Li Chungeng said this as if plants only need the sun, and he pointed to the gate of Sifang Feiyu Academy , said: "Under there, there are thousands of corpses rotting in the ground, and the souls of the dead linger all year round. Therefore, this beauty's soul grows much faster than the same kind."

Su Yan was startled.

Speaking of thousands of corpses, the only thing Su Yan could think of was her master, the one-sided massacre hundreds of years ago.

The souls of thousands of people were unwilling to disperse, so the crimes arose suddenly. When Mr. Wu made a breakthrough, he aroused the wrath of the heavens. The disciples were buried under the thunder of the gods.

Wu Laocuo carried eight divine thunders, and the last one fell on this tree.

"Is that so..." She unconsciously touched the dry tree trunk and asked, "How do you know?"

"I knew it as soon as I entered the academy. I thought those were all disciples who died during the assessment."

Su Yan asked him strangely: "Aren't you afraid?" Li Chungeng looked timid, knowing that there are so many dead souls gathered here, wouldn't he be afraid?

"There's nothing to be afraid of the dead, right? I'm more afraid of those who are alive." For example, Yu Huanhuan, who would speak ill of him, Li Chungeng stood up, put his hand on the dry tree, and said softly: "And, Dead bones will give birth to new life, and it is this cycle of life and death that keeps the world going."

The Changchun Jue was operating gently and slowly in his body, and the light green light slowly penetrated from the palm of his hand into the dead tree.Jiang Xiaozhou subconsciously uses his spiritual sense to see. He has recently developed such a habit that his spiritual sense can see more and more essential things than his eyes.

I saw a thin green thread drawn out of Li Chungeng's body, and it was continuously sent into the dead tree. There was a huge vortex in his body, which was running extremely slowly, but there was a majestic and solid sound coming from it, like The breath of the earth.

This is……

It was the first time Jiang Xiaozhou saw such an aura in someone else.

And Su Yan slowly opened his eyes wide.

Surrounded by a wave of vitality, this tree that has been silent for decades is scrambling to sprout green shoots, and the black dry skin is gradually peeling off, as if...

Spring is here.

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