Chapter 42: Tempest

When Lao Dao Xiu broke through the realm, it was already late at night, and there was still silence, and sometimes the whistling wind came from the deep mountains.
"Master, are we still stealing ... keke ... going to borrow Lingcao?" Thinking that the noise just now was a little bit big, the old man couldn't help worrying.
"Go, why don't you go, or why come to Da Lao Yuan and come here, enjoy the scenery in a place where the birds don't shit, and talk to you about heaven and earth here?"
Feng Chen knows what Lao Dao thinks, isn't it just to fight grass and frighten snakes, and Feng Chen is not afraid. Before condensing aura, he has already released spiritual temptations and found that the highest cultivation is 30% of the cultivation period. , Can do it, not to mention this does not have yourself.
But he found several places where spirit grass is planted. Although the planting is not good, but the mosquito is small and it is not meat. There is no reason to go back empty-handed. Besides, there are several flavors of spirit grass in the cultivation area of ​​the spirit grass. If necessary, don't give up.
In this place where five fingers were out of reach, Feng Chen had a smile on his face, but it was just invisible in the dark sky, and then Feng Chen put a hand on the old road and "stand firm".
Qingfeng decided, this is a method of body law, suddenly the old way and Feng Chen disappeared in place.
"Waste, is a bunch of waste, get out!"
The first two people visited was Wu Xuanmen. The two flashed to the planting site of the spiritual grass in Wu Xuan Men. Although it was late at night, the two were more cautious, and they could still hear a hint of Wu Xuanmen's biography. There was a scream of curse.
Feng Chen didn't bother to bother with me, it was my business.
"Old man, when you start digging from there, I'll start here, hurry up and try to finish it all tonight" Feng Chen released his insight and found that there was no one nearby. I don't know if this Wuxuanmen is not afraid of outsiders coming in to steal the spirit grass or if they have the courage to marry them, they are not afraid at all.
In fact, the spiritual grass plantation area of ​​each martial art is not one of the martial arts' important grounds. It is placed inside the martial arts circle, and it is impossible to prevent it from encountering such abnormalities as sealing dust.
"Master, disciple understands!"
Lao Dao was also a little nervous. He was still in his sixties and stole things with the master. No, he borrowed things. There was some excitement in the tension, grandma.
The two talked about doing it, and worked in cooperation. Lao Dao held a shovel in his hand and slanted a plastic bag across his body. The more he looked more and more like an old farmer working on the ground.
Sealing dust is the easiest. First, look around, slowly raise your hands, draw a circle on your chest, and then push your hands gently forward. Each ripple is slow and then covers the entire spirit more and more quickly. Grass plantation.
"From"!
The voice fell, and the spirit grass on the ground seemed to be pulled by external forces, rising from the soil and floating in the air. In addition, the spirit grass seemed to have eyes and was attracted by an external force. Fly towards Fengchen.
"I'll go, I'll dig a hair!"
The old man who was originally holding a shovel was about to start to work, but the unknown grass looked at the spiritual grass flying in front of him, and was about to scold him when he met a ghost, and Fengchen's spiritual knowledge sounded.
"Old man, hurry up and take the packaging, don't be foolish there!"
"Oh oh!"
Half an hour later, Ling Cao finally entered all the dust-sealed pockets. The two counted the useful ones, that is, twenty-some strains. Looking at the Ling Cao in his hand, the old way seemed to see the elixir, smirking. Can't shut up.
If it is daylight, let the old man look at this horrible grass planting land, he may not smirk.
Feng Chen is still benevolent. At least the immature spirit grass has not been taken away. It may be that he feels that it has not been used for large eggs, or it may be put for a period of time to allow the grass to grow for a period of time. borrow.
"Go, then go on to the next house"!
Before he finished speaking, he released his spiritual knowledge, Feng Chen grabbed Lao Dao for a while and disappeared, disappearing from Wu Xuanmen.
"Yo, it's kind of fun!"
The two flashed to Chaotianmen, intending to patronize Chaotianmen.
Feng Chen's purpose this time is simply to engage in spiritual grass. There are not many spiritual grasses in him, first search all his mother and talk about it again.
"I depend, two Tibetan mastiffs!"
The old man looked at the two Tibetan mastiffs, scaredly speaking.
When they found Feng Chen and the two, they seemed to have found two Tibetan ao, who were lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, stared at the direction of the two, and watched.
Feng Chen was repaired so that he would not hide any more, and all of them were released. A sharp momentum pointed at the two Tibetan mastiffs, and a mighty shroud covered the two gatekeepers.
"Look at your uncle, go away"!
Fucked by Feng Chen, the two Tibetan mastiffs trembled a little, trembling on the ground, and began to spit white foam without moving.
"Trash, even you dare stop me!"
Feng Chen came in and found that the two Tibetan mastiffs trembling on the ground were screaming.
The dust with the spirit of the emperor itself, even the fairy beasts, trembled. This is the coercion of the superior. The superior is inherently unique. Although it is not as good as before, different.
"Veteran, ready to work"!
Feng Chen's spirit swept away, and he looked around, and found a poor ghost who is really special in Chaotianmen. He is pitiful when he has few grasses.
"Lao Dao, how do you take Lingwu in the ancient martial arts?"
"Cough ... Master Hui, we usually eat raw. Unlike the master, you can make elixir, just wash it and eat it directly." The old man touched the back of his head, a little awkward.
"Washing and eating raw, really violent heavenly things, forget it, I still do good things to the end, send the Buddha to the West, this time to collect the immature spirit grass, leave them a hair!"
Feng Chen sighed a bit. Eating grass raw is the least effective medicine. Only refining it into elixir can give full play to the medicine. Of course, I do n’t understand the old way.
Chaotianmen's spirit grass is less and less, but the two are very numb to work. They cleaned up the planting area of ​​Chaotianmen's spirit grass in ten minutes. This time, the dust can be a little bit harsh, and everything that can be swept away. Once again, take everything you can.
Now, in addition to the Tianjimen, it is also a sect of Lao Dao. Although there is no disciple in Lao Dao in the door, Lao Dao ’s personal strength is set up there, which forces dare to be underestimated. Moreover, Lao Dao is repaired by Tianji magician, disciple. Not so easy to collect.
"Master, next stop, where shall we go, not where to go to the disciples?"
In fact, the old man was still a bit reluctant. Even if Feng Chen spoke and asked him to give him all the spirit grass in the door, he had no complaints, but if he changed it to steal his own things, it was still a bit awkward.