Prosperous White Lotus Long Aotian[Transmigration Book]

Since then, Yin Xiangtian really came to the Dizangfang every day. Xie Wan had to come earlier in order not to be exposed. After a few days, he went to bed earlier, and he could still see a few stars when he woke up in the morning. It was really helpless. .

Today, he is still watering Sui Zhutian, the time of the spatial spiritual land remains the same, the sun hangs high in the sky, and the figures of five people working are moving slowly, which is particularly obvious in this empty spiritual field, especially a bit lonely.

"Yeah, Master Ziyu is back, and now he has a new helper. The third senior brother won't ask others to help anymore. When will we be big enough to water and weed?" Li Xianghong complained loudly, hammering his back.

"I really want to sleep in all day!" Feng Rui held the hay in his hands, wishing he could throw them out.

"But this is the spiritual place of Master Ziyu, we don't want to do it... we need to talk to the real person." Ning Kai smiled reluctantly.

The spiritual land was silent, and the air was quiet for a few seconds. Then, the three of them looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

"Ugh!"

At this time, Xie Wan straightened his back. He looked at the sun above his head and decided to rest for a while. Seeing his slow movements, Yin Xiangtian laughed and joked.

"Brother Xie, you have been quite tired these few days, and even your walking has slowed down."

"..." Xie Wan glanced at him, feeling the pain of an old father in his heart.

Son, if it weren't for you, would he have worked so hard?

"Speaking of which, tomorrow is the day for Senior Brother to go to Lingxiao Temple."

Yin Xiangtian sat next to Xie Wan, propped his hands on the ground and said.

"Will Second Senior Sister come too?"

Xie Wan: "Junior brother, don't open your mouth, you are your own."

"Brother brought something back when he came to Gui'an." Yin Xiangtian looked sideways at Xie Wan.

"what?"

"There is the brocade bag of Zhenjun Yan Luo... and a sachet of the female disciple of the Wuxiang Sect."

"You have a really good memory, you know it better than me." Xie Wan raised her eyebrows, and looked up at the Lingtian in the distance, "I have my own idea about Zhenjun's brocade bag."

"..."

Xie Wan's hair on the sideburns was a little messy, and when he didn't take care of his hair, it was a little messy, and it looked fluffy. Yin Xiangtian looked at his side face, pursed his lips, and didn't answer.

The five of them were busy until noon before leaving the Ksitigarbhat. Before leaving, Xie Wan looked back and saw a grizzled old man in a black robe walking in. This man didn't use his hands, and the door opened for him. It was really miraculous. Xie Wan had never seen this kind of fairy art before, and she was still thinking about it all the way to the Shiwei Building.

In public, the three of Li Xianghong did not show intimacy with them, only Yin Xiangtian was with him. At this time, many people had not yet arrived, and there were many empty seats in the building. Xie Wan and Yin Xiangtian ordered good food and immediately sat down for dinner.

"I heard that the School of Immortal Arts will be reopened next month, and the pavilion master has already approved it!"

"Is there a new fairy technique this time?"

"The elder teacher said in person that for the trial three years later, all realms will practice together. This time, elder Yuan Zhen specially invited the teacher to teach us!"

"With so many people, there must be a test..."

There was a lot of discussion, Xie Wan's ears twitched, she held her breath, squatted down in a corner, and listened carefully, it turned out that Chiyue Pavilion had changed.

When Pavilion Master Feng Qi went down to Dazhou Mountain, he stopped everyone's progress in learning celestial arts, so no one came to Dayan Field. It was originally for this matter.

In "The Evil Emperor Comes into the World", in the trials of the secret realm, some people use talismans and magic weapons to set up traps, and some people who cultivate the body are tough. It's the smell of spiritual explosion.

This cultivator is divided into five categories: Dharma Cultivator, Body Cultivator, Sword Cultivator, Equipment Cultivator and Alchemy Cultivator. Among them, Dharma Cultivator is the most common. Body training is the main thing, the body is strong, resistant to beatings and falls, and it is easier to cross the catastrophe; the weapon repair and alchemy are the most difficult to cross the calamity, so there are few in number; sword repair is the only one among them who can rely on their own strength to leapfrog challenges, but they practice every day Swordsmanship is very easy to go crazy.

Except for Dharma cultivation and physical cultivation, the remaining three are not common, because these three types of monks need talents to complement each other, and it is difficult for those with spiritual roots to match the conditions, so they took the path of Dharma cultivation.

In Xie Wan's view, as long as he can improve his realm and surpass himself, no matter what kind of monk he is, it doesn't matter. After all, this is a world that depends on strength.

It would be a good thing for him to start the Immortal Arts class in Dayanchang, but Hu Yan just happened to be in seclusion, and had to come out at this time, what a waste of a mid-grade Qi Gathering Pill.

"Everyone said that next month there will be changes in the Dayan Field. I don't know who Elder Yuan will invite." Yin Xiangtian suddenly said, Xie Wan couldn't help frowning when he thought of the money-loving bastard.

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, bad things go a long way, so why did Yuan Zhen find him?

Really unlucky.

Immortal art immediately became a hot topic for everyone. Compared with this, trials are not so important. This is an immortal art that can be learned in practice. Naturally, it is much more cost-effective than the big cake painted three years later.

After the two parted ways on the mountainside, Xie Wan returned to his residence along the mountain road. The first thing he did when he rushed back to his room was to inspect the seeds of the Immortal Emperor Grass. After several days of uninterrupted transmission of wood spirit power, the Immortal Emperor Grass finally grew. The seedlings are [-] cm high, light green in color and very cute.

He discovered early on that wood spiritual power can give birth to spiritual plants. The growth cycle of ordinary spiritual plants is about three months, and the materials in the spiritual land can be picked in January. Grass takes two months, and Xie Wan is giving birth every day, hoping to harvest five seeds in one month.

"Eldest son, Dad expects you to give birth to five grandchildren, you have to live up to it." Xie Wanyu touched the Immortal Emperor Grass again earnestly.

I hope these five spirit stones are in the right place.

On the second day, Xie Wan came to Lingxiao Temple spontaneously. He got up early, and the sky was dark at this time, covered by many dark clouds, and the air was very humid. It smelled wet, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Where is anyone coming to the Lingxiao Temple at this point, Xie Wan cleaned the Lingxiao Temple, he heard earlier that Zhenjun Yan Luo is very quiet and has a cleanliness habit, he always spends a lot of time doing his best, maybe Zhenjun saw his intentions Only then did he show kindness and let him go down to Dazhou Mountain with the senior brother, and send him a brocade bag.

Xie Wan was grateful for this, he felt that Yan Luo Zhenjun was a good person.

Before leaving, Xie Wan put the brocade bag on the table. He hadn't opened it, and he didn't know what was in it.

After finishing all this, he straightened his back and walked out of Lingxiao Temple with his head held high. In the morning mist, a weak figure appeared in front of him. It seemed to be a woman. Xie Wan immediately guessed her identity and raised her voice to salute.

"Hi, Second Senior Sister."

"Junior Brother Xie, didn't I tell you not to clean it?" Hua Yu walked slowly, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing her gentle smiling face.

"A disciple abides by his duty and never dares to overstep the distance." Xie Wan was neither humble nor overbearing.

Huayu's smile froze for half a minute, and her tone was a bit blunt, "It seems that you still don't quite know your position. From Wulinggen to Feiyun sect, you can only be regarded as handymen in the outer sect. You need to adjust your position."

"The disciple regards the second senior sister as an elder. I don't know why the senior sister said such hurtful words."

Xie Wan raised her head, and a pair of bright black eyes looked straight at her.

"It doesn't matter if you have a heavenly spirit root or a double spirit root, as long as you have a spiritual root, you can change your fate. It is rumored that the fairy family can plant spiritual roots, but everyone looks up to them. Is it possible that my natural five spiritual roots must be compared to planting them?" Is it bad?"

"You!" Huayu's breath was disordered, and she was obviously angry.

"Second senior sister, I have a happy family since I was a child. My parents died tragically and my home was destroyed just because of two powerful fighters in the air. I am an ordinary person. Why should I bear the pain of the death of my relatives? Why should I endure the bullying of my classmates? Why can't I How about a fight?"

"!"

Huayu's chest rose and fell violently, those eyes seemed to stare Xie Wan out of a hole, but she couldn't explain why, at this moment, Xie Wan calmed down and said calmly.

"The disciple believes that the second senior sister has a high moral character, she will not be in the same rank as the villain, and she will never do such a despicable thing."

"..." Hua Yu fell into deep thought, and Xie Wan said calmly before leaving.

"Senior sister and disciple are from the same sect, not bloody enemies, I still hope that the second senior sister will be cautious about affection and think twice before acting."

Hua Yu didn't respond, until Xie Wan left, she still stayed where she was, wondering what she was thinking.

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