Yaozun

For the time being, Su Yao doesn't feel much about Chen Zi's glee.

After all, he is not in a hurry to lead the whole village to ascend collectively. If there is money, there is a way of life, and if there is no money, there is life without money. Just do your best.

On the contrary, Ah Luo was very excited - in this world, who doesn't have a dream of cultivating immortals?

Suddenly this opportunity came to her head, how could the little girl hide the excitement in her heart, and she turned around to show off in front of her friends, and of course the friends were envious and jealous, they didn't know what "" spiritual root", and then went to the family to make a fuss.

But they couldn't change anything, but let everyone in the small village know the matching mentality of the "Yin Qing Sword".

It's a pity that except for A Luo, no one has cultivated the feeling.

……

The flames of the mine furnace are still burning, and the villagers have more time to study at night, and during the day, Su Yao's village renovation work is also carried out almost at the same time.

The first is the planning. The village is built on the mountain, and there is an irregular rectangular piece of land about 300 meters long and 400 meters wide.

Su Yao is going to build a sewer pipe that communicates with the whole village. It can be fired into a black pottery pipe and buried in the ground, which is simple and convenient.

But the premise of doing this is to build a pottery kiln that can accommodate at least one person's height.

Su Yao doesn't know how to build a kiln, but it doesn't matter, there are spells to control the temperature in the knack of refining. He only needs to dig a cave and design a kiln that can control the temperature.

Refining runes need to be written according to direction, magnetism, mana, and time. If something goes wrong with one, it will lead to the whole rune system. Su Yao knows it in his mind, but his hands always say no Yes, so it still took a little while.

Fortunately, the effect was good. Chen Zi even said that putting the runes in a kiln for firing pottery was such a low price-performance ratio that it would make the cultivator of the equipment so angry that he vomited blood.

But Su Yao doesn't care about these.

In his view, knowledge is to serve people, and if people succumb to the power of knowledge, it is putting the cart before the horse.

It's just that the clay for kiln is only available by the stream near the village, and the amount is not very large, which makes Su Yao a little troubled.

……

In the early morning, a small grass by the stream shakes its leaves, as usual absorbs the aura that fills the village, and proudly grows a small flower bud again.

Beasts such as the tiger-clawed white horse, the leopard, the deer, and the other beasts beside them also looked satisfied, their whole bodies were filled with the breath of "had it", and they seemed to walk lightly.

After that, the villagers started digging soil by the stream with baskets and loads.

They quickly dug a large piece and carried it up the mountain.

The grass stretched out its roots a little aggrieved, and ran for a while, avoiding the place where these humans would dig tomorrow, and re-rooted angrily.

Then, it found that its excellent position closest to the entrance of the village had shifted so far that it couldn't even see the roof of the village.

The grass endured and endured, pulling the roots out of the soil, and the whole grass roots flew into a mass of afterimages.

It ran down the creek for more than 300 miles, and it suddenly became clear.

This is a flat lake with rippling blue waves, hundreds of miles of lotus fields, half a tea mountain, and a manor built by the water, with lush flowers and plants, just like a fairyland.

A huge snake shadow looms at the bottom of the water, slowly swimming away under the breath of the grass.

A small flower on the grass stalk suddenly opened up to a width of one meter, swallowed hundreds of meters of land by the lake, shaved a long bald head by the lake, and then fled quickly.

As a result, the villagers were puzzled to find that the clay by the stream seemed to be inexhaustible. After digging every day, it recovered the next day, as if it had been washed down from the upper reaches.

There is only one grass, offering silently by the stream.

The broken hand continued to direct Su Yao's swordsmanship.

It holds Su Yao's sword-holding hand and guides Su Yao in every style, which is a real "teaching by hand".

but……

"Senior, is there something wrong with this? You asked me to thrust the sword forward three inches, but I read the sword manual, this move is clearly from the bottom up?"

The severed hand slowly made a question mark.

Then he went to touch the sword score paper, then tore off the paper and crushed it into ashes.

Su Yao stared dumbfoundedly at the broken hand writing on his hand: yes, do as I said.

So he turned his eyes to Chen Zi for help.

Miss Chen was leaning on a wheelchair on the market, nibbling the pomegranate-like melon seeds on the tray of the chair frame, and chuckled lightly when she saw this: "It doesn't matter, this hand modification is quite interesting, if it weren't for my current injury, I would also like to practice it." .”

The severed hand suddenly became proud, and made a thumbs up in the air, then landed on the sword manual, stretched out a little finger, pinched it with the thumb, and made a gesture of "a little bit".

Fine.

Su Yao continued to practice according to the teaching of the broken hand. His comprehension seems to be good. After the senior taught him once, he can practice in a decent way by himself. Sword light and phantom.

Chen Zi on the side frowned slightly. This set of swordsmanship always gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't put it into words.

It doesn't matter, I should ask my mother when I go back, and I should know.

"By the way, have you found the spiritual vein?" Chen Zi asked casually.

Su Yao shook her head helplessly.

Chen Zi frowned and said, "Didn't I give you the Yuan Magnetic Spirit Needle?"

"It seems to be broken." Su Yao picked up a crystal box and gently pressed it open. There was a crystal needle floating in it, facing him motionless, "Look, I searched for it for a long time, but it didn't move. "

Chen Zi took it suspiciously, only to see the crystal pointer move suddenly, and the needle pointed at Su Yao.

"The spiritual needle will automatically point to the place where the spiritual energy is the strongest, and you can't interfere with it by emitting real energy." Chen Zi taught.

"I don't have one," Su Yao immediately denied, "I've been using the breath-holding method you taught to restrain the breath of real energy, including now."

Chen Zi couldn't help being confused, and then his eyes lighted up slightly: "I understand."

"Huh?" Su Yao immediately connected.

"Someone is stealing energy!" Chen Zi said decisively, "There must be a monk cultivating beside the spiritual veins and sucking up all the spiritual energy, which is why the Yuan needle failed. Hands, go and catch it!"

Stop moving your hands.

"Someone stole A Yao's things." Chen Zi immediately said, "It's the nearest cultivating creature around."

With a flash of the severed hand, a dazed little girl came over.

"Not this one, the second closest one!" Chen Zi patted the wheelchair and said.

The severed hand flashed again, this time, it picked up a grass that was still covered with soil, kept screaming, and its roots were curled up.

"Ask this air thief, where is the spirit vein?" Chen Zi, who had successfully solved the case, regained his dignity, and said vigorously, "If it barks again, I will pinch its flowers."

The screaming of the grass stopped abruptly, the whole grass trembled, and then a little girl's soft voice came out: "No, I did things for you, you can't pinch my flowers..."

Su Yao's heart moved, and she recognized that it was the grass by the stream at the entrance of the village. Thinking of the chair that suddenly appeared and the extra soil these days, she asked her to put it down first: "don't be afraid, tell me your name first ah?"

"Grass." The grass whispered.

"Okay, Xiaocao, when did you come to the village?" Su Yao said softly.

Grass held the leaves and counted for a long time before softly saying: "Yes, it has been a month."

"Well, do you know aura?" Su Yao asked gently.

"I know," the grass leaves twisted together, like a shy little girl, "That was one day, the grass felt a very comfortable breath, and chased after it, the grass had never breathed so pure and beautiful. The spiritual energy...Brother, um, you look like my brother, can I call you brother? I can tell brother about you."

"Of course." Su Yao replied with a smile, and pinched a little soil on its exposed roots.

"Brother," Xiaocao swayed gently, "That elder sister is so scary, she's seen the grass...she doesn't know how to weed, can the grass tell you alone?"

Several question marks appeared on Chen Zi's forehead.

Su Yao pinched its leaves: "OK, would you like to come to me and talk about it?"

"Yes," the grass weakly sticks out its roots from the soil and wraps them around Su Yao's wrist, "but the grass was frightened just now, and the grass can't move anymore. Can my brother take the grass?"

Of course Su Yao agreed, and left holding the grass: "then I'll go back first, Azi, and I'll go find you later."

"..."

As the breeze blew, the vines swayed under the parasol of the wheelchair, and a fallen leaf was blown down by the wind.

Chen Zi calmly crushed a melon seed.

"Scumbag!"

While Su Yao was plowing the small mountain village silently, there was also an undercurrent surging in a big city thousands of miles away.

The bustling city is ten vertical and ten horizontal, and the sprawling city wall looks like a giant dragon. It is located in the north of a flat lake that looks like an ocean. Casts huge shadows.

And in a palace in the center, an elegant and handsome young man was interrogating his subordinates in a low voice: "Is there no whereabouts of Wang Sunzi?"

The white-armored subordinate bowed his head and pleaded guilty: "Wang and Sun went to the barren marsh earlier, which is close to the Beishan Spirit Vessel, and the flow of abnormal energy is complicated. The subordinate has already sent more people..."

"The battle between Fengxian Lake and Chen Guo is about to start now, and we must find the former king and grandson before the battle." The young man couldn't hide his exhaustion, "Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the Central God Dynasty Anger, can we, an ordinary Chen country, resist it?"

The Baijia man kowtowed and said in a low voice: "The king and grandson have the support of their mother clan, and there are countless magic weapons for self-defense. They will surely turn danger into good luck."

"That's what I'm most worried about," the young man said with a headache, "Wangsun's magical treasures, not to mention ordinary people, even the king is envious when he sees it. Now he has not returned for two months, and there is no news. It could be that someone murdered him for money."

How dare the man in white armor accept this, and immediately kept silent.

"In any case, the most important thing now is to find Wang Sun, and he must not make any mistakes." The young man was silent for a while, and said resolutely, "Take out the Red Armored Army and go to the deserted land to look for Wang Sun."

"City Lord think twice!" The white-armored man kowtowed suddenly, "Now that the battle is about to start, the red-armored guarding the city and guarding against foreign enemies must never move."

"How could I not know!" the young man said angrily, "If the city is destroyed, it is true that the people will suffer, but if there is something wrong with Chen Zi, the one who suffers, it is related to the big event of going to the rooftops!"

The white armor was silent.

"My generation of monks, what I want is a soaring, and the climb to the roof will involve all the monks in the Eastern Wasteland. Go, you must find Wang Sun, you take the army, kill all the big monsters in that area, and search for souls. We must find out about him."