Master, you think too much

According to the friendly introduction of the little demons, ginseng likes to live in damp and cold places without seeing sunlight.

You can't underestimate them, they can run before they take shape, and you may not be able to catch up with them!

Sang Zi rubbed her chin, since she will run away, then even if there is no transformation now, it is not far away from the transformation, right?

If this mortal spirit has enough aura to transform into form, it is really easier than the monsters in the cultivation world. If it is really impossible to catch it, it is better to sell favors to help it transform, and then pinch the soft skin on the back of its neck... …

Although Sangzi doesn't know what the ginseng plants look like, but the little fairies said that ginseng berries have grown out now: ginseng berries are easy to recognize - they are small, they like to cuddle, the color is not fresh, and even the shape of the fruit is different. ugly...

Like the one in front of you.

I don't know if it's because of the need to compete for sunlight, but Sangzi found that the trees here are very tall, the upper branches are straight and straight, and the lower branches are crooked.The trees in the realm of comprehension are also tall, but I have never seen such densely planted and gloomy trees.

In fact, it is not because it is unlucky that it is always poached by mortals, but because it is too domineering!Not to mention the trees within ten feet, there is not even a root of weeds, the solid soil, just a single plant inserted in the middle, how conspicuous and conspicuous... If you don't dig it, who will dig it?

Sangzi's heart moved, and he stretched out his claws towards it with evil thoughts... Scratch, brush, and pluck its leaves...

Only the clusters of small berries at the top were left for it, and the trembling is really pitiful...

Sangzi retracted her paw calmly, squatted beside it, and waited patiently for it to come out.

The sky is getting darker and darker. On the new moon, the moonlight is shining like a cloud, and a few scattered light falls through the gaps in the leaves.

It is very quiet here again, no lone bird is seen, no insects are heard.

Not only can't it tolerate plants, but it can't even tolerate animals.

coming!

Sang Zi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The plant in front of him gradually gathered thin aura, and the soil around it began to collapse in a small area around it.

Soon, his body was exposed like white jade stained with mud.

Sangzi leaned forward, grasped its branch with both hands, and took advantage of its strong head to pull it violently - pulled out a fat and ugly thing that looked like a tree root.

... It would be a lie to say in my heart that I am not disappointed.

The demons say it looks like a human and can run!Sangzi still fantasizes about whether it is similar to a mortal child... It has hands and feet, pink and tender.

Who knew it looked so unsightly!

... You are too ugly... Sangzi secretly despises it.

The ginseng goblin struggled desperately in his hands, a few ginseng tendrils swung up and down, trying to open Sangzi's fingers, but Sangzi was a little tight and didn't want to let go.After a few fruitless attempts, it gave up and put on a dejected look of letting you pick and choose.

Sang Zi was secretly happy, and freed one hand to grab it again, but just as his fingers touched Shen's body, it suddenly straightened its body and screamed horribly!

Its cry was very special, like tangled hemp piercing one's ears, Sang Zi felt inexplicably restless, and his fingers loosened involuntarily.

It seized the opportunity to open its fingers, "swish" a few steps and jumped far away, its head and whiskers wriggled slightly, as if looking at him vigilantly.

Little short legs, jumping quite fast!

Sang Zi settled down, raised her eyebrows and sneered.

Sangzi raised her hem and half-kneeled on one leg and stretched out a hand to it. The ginseng goblin hurriedly backed away a few steps in fright, and waved her short ginseng whiskers to warn him.

Sangzi smiled, and slowly unfolded his well-maintained slender fingers—an extremely round jade stone was held in his white and delicate palm, and the jade stone shone faintly under the mottled moonlight.

The ginseng essence went limp with no promise.

It has seen this!It's Lingshi!

It looked at Sangzi carefully.

This person is not afraid of himself, and he has a spirit stone... Is he a monk?

I don't know it was thousands of years ago, when it first opened its mind, it was bumped into by a monk by chance.The monks saw that it was still intelligent and good, so they gave it a small piece of such a spirit stone. It attached essence to the spirit stone, and it has been cultivated to this point in less than a thousand years. After the aura is exhausted, its cultivation base will also stagnate.

And the spiritual stone in this person's hand is more than a hundred times more abundant than the previous one!

If you can get this spirit stone, it will be no problem to change form!

The problem is... what if I can't grab it...

Its thoughts are all reflected in its movements, waving its ginseng whiskers for a while and jumping around, and for a while it is dumbfounded...

Sangzi looked funny, coughed pretendingly, and said in a slow voice, "You want this, right? If you can promise to take me to the mortal world to find someone after transformation, I'll give it to you, how about it? "

As soon as the words fell, it took a few short steps and came forward again.

It is not worried that Sangzi will lie to it, the monk is most afraid of karma, he dares to promise, he dare not break the contract.

If it's just looking for someone... it thinks it can guess a thing or two.The purpose of ordinary monks or sects coming to the mortal world is to accept mortals with excellent bones as disciples, and he must have meant the same.

If you can entangle him, then it is not impossible to go to the world of cultivation... right?

It stretched out two thick and short ginseng whiskers to take the spirit stone tremblingly, and stuck its head on the spirit stone intoxicatedly, rubbing it a few times from time to time, and a few ginseng berries swayed with its movements, shaking Sangzi's heart. It was so itchy, I couldn't help but pull one off with my hands.

Ginseng Jing froze as if frightened, raised her ginseng head and faced Sangzi motionlessly.Seeing that it reacted so strongly, Sangzi spread out her palm apologetically to show it the small red berries on it.

Ginseng essence doesn't really care much about this, anyway, it can grow a crop every year, so it doesn't matter if the monk likes to give it all to him.

Thinking in this way, the ginseng essence put down the spirit stone, and stretched out a few slightly long roots to touch the ginseng fruit on the top of its head.

...Wait, wait a minute, there seems to be something wrong.

It paused, and all the ginseng whiskers it could reach went into battle, and touched the plant on its head up and down several times... Then, its whole ginseng almost collapsed.

What about its leaves?What about its lovely green, gracefully shaped leaves? !

Sang Zi smiled unfathomably at it.

...It seems that even if it doesn't have to be transformed, it has to be transformed, and the plants that have been forcibly stripped of their leaves are almost as good as not dying.

At the beginning, ginseng also tried to follow the old method, bury the spirit stone under the root, attach the essence to the spirit, absorb the spirit energy in the spirit stone little by little, and it must be transformed in a hundred years!Otherwise, it allowed Sangzi to dig it out and stew it!

Sangzi was terrified by it, a hundred years!The weeds on the protagonist's grave are two feet high!

In the end, Sangzi whimsically mixed the few remaining Foundation Establishment Pills with water and poured them on their roots. The Foundation Establishment Pills were originally used to help monks absorb spiritual energy and condense their dantians. According to the principle, they should almost achieve the results he wanted.

It turned out to be a real success—it transformed into a very cute pink baby with a gold collar around its neck, and there were small clusters of red broken agate hanging from the collar.

Now that it has taken shape, then the thunder calamity should also arrive.

Sang Zi was used to being hit by thunder all the way up to the stage of cultivating the gods. The thunder robbery can be blocked, but it can't be hidden. The more you hide, the harder it strikes.

So Sangzi originally planned to wait for the thunder to pass before setting out. After so many years of cultivation, it can't cause much trouble after it transforms into a form. Presumably, the Dao of Heaven will not make things difficult for it... However, they haven't seen the shadow of thunder until dawn.

Not a bit, not at all!

Why!

The old baby who has successfully transformed himself boasted, saying that he has cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and the spiritual energy of the mountains.

A certain cultivator who had just been knocked down by Thunder Tribulation tried to figure it out with the most malicious attitude: This shameless old fritter...could it be because he had been practicing for too long and was forgotten by the Dao of Heaven?