Two months later, there was a majestic mountain with green peaks surrounded by clouds and mist. There were occasional sounds of birds and beasts, and the fairy spirit floated.

"Dead again!"

A mournful cry like a roar pierced the sky, disturbing the tranquility of the fairyland and causing birds to fly.

The flock of birds, which had been nurtured by spiritual energy for a long time, became wiser and realized that there was no danger. They landed on the branches of the trees dissatisfiedly and looked at the strange female nun on the ground with their doubtful little eyes.

For more than twenty days in a row, this strange female nun has been here every day, playing with the soil, flowers, and grass, and muttering something to herself. She has been here for most of the day, and she has cried out like this at least ten times.

Scared the bird to death.

It's a pity that the strange female nun couldn't understand the chirping curses of the birds. She was squatting on the ground with her legs crossed, dragging her white sect uniform on the muddy ground without mercy.

"What went wrong?"

She asked herself, watering the soil, loosening the soil, inhaling spiritual energy... she did it step by step according to the exercises. She just asked her grandpa and grandma to make them come back to life. But why couldn't the seeds survive?

The female cultivator has fair skin, a pair of handsome eyebrows that are tangled into a knot, and her black hair was forced into a bird's nest by the distressed woman. She also wears a fancy jade necklace with golden silk acacia flowers on her slender neck.

The stars are in full bloom, making it look particularly rich and impressive.

It was Zhang Zheng who practiced in Thirteen Ranges Mountain two months ago.

As for why she was practicing cultivation but went to the mountains to water flowers and plant grass? It’s a long story, but it’s easy to summarize.

In short, the "Neutralization and Transformation Technique" is somewhat similar to the general domineering side leakage technique.

In addition to guiding the movement of spiritual energy to achieve supreme strength, generally powerful exercises also require finding treasures with specific attributes or functions to supplement the practice. This is the same as "Neutralization Transformation Technique", but the small difference is that it does not

You need to specifically look for rare treasures, and you only need some materials that can be found everywhere.

The cultivator of "The Art of Neutralization and Metamorphosis" unexpectedly complemented Zhang Zheng's Tao. Perhaps this is the will of God.

The first step of this cultivator is also the simplest step, which is to cultivate life.

Zhang Zheng originally thought that it would take less than two days. After all, the technique does not limit the variety, which means that even an ordinary mortal grass can be used to ripen it with spiritual energy. Logically speaking, the mortal grass can grow in a day or two.

If you are not good at cultivation, then you are not good at growing vegetables.

I remember that at the beginning, she followed the old beggar to beg, and visited many farmers' homes, helping them dig the ground and sow seeds. Later, in order to survive, she dug up all the wild vegetables in the nearby Sanpi Mountain.

I have never eaten pork and never seen a pig run away.

Zhang Zheng was full of confidence and used spiritual energy to catalyze the sapling according to the exercises. He thought he would see a lush sapling in two days.

As a result, two days later, the originally strong sapling became weak overnight, with leaves missing, branches withered, and roots dead.

An accident was not enough to break her mentality. Over the next ten days, she replaced flowers, grass, saplings, wild grains, and spiritual plants with spiritual energy, and even guarded them day and night.

Without exception, if you can't hold on for more than two or three days, you will surely die.

This is a huge blow.

Zhang Zheng almost doubted whether she was born with no talent for growing vegetables.

Just like the dead spiritual grass in the ground, her mood was also drooping, and there was nothing more mourning than death.

Forget it, there's no rush, no rush...

While Zhang Zheng comforted herself, she dug out the dead spiritual grass and threw it to the curious birds on the tree. After all, she had watered the spiritual grass with spiritual energy for so long, and even after death, there was still some pure spiritual power left in her body.

This is a good thing for half-intelligent birds and beasts.

A smart and strong little bird quickly snatched up the spiritual grass with its eyes and beak, and the birds followed it and flew away with wings.

There is only one day left, and the trip to the cave in March will be over. I will practice one last time and experience the wash of this rich spiritual energy.

Zhang Zheng stood up slowly, pretending to pat the mud on his clothes and fixing his hair.

In the short term, she won't have the money to rent a cave here.

The next day, Zhang Zheng left Thirteen Ranges Mountain and returned to the small courtyard first.

I didn't see the two little girls from the same hospital. They haven't taken the Qi into their bodies yet, so they should have gone to the teaching hall to listen to the lectures of their senior brothers and sisters.

Zhang Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief to avoid the awkwardness of face to face.

Perhaps it was because when I was begging as a child, I was forced to use clever words to please others, but I was often beaten, scolded, and disliked. Later, I became less and less fond of talking to others, and gradually I became unsociable with others.

The osmanthus tree in the yard is extremely thick, with lush green branches and leaves, and small golden flowers dotted among them, blooming brightly and profusely.

Zhang Zheng stood under the tree, looking up in a daze for a long time, her eyes wandering, not knowing where they landed, until a sweet-scented osmanthus fell on the tip of her nose, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus penetrated her nose, and fell quietly into the apex of her heart, which aroused her heart.

A shudder, that is the decline of life at its peak. The decline is so fragrant and beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble.

She has experienced all kinds of things, and the Tao that she has glimpsed is slowly affecting her, making her get closer to the Tao little by little.

For some reason, in this trance of heart trembling, Zhang Zheng picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus on the tip of his nose by accident, dug a small hole right here, under the prosperous sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and buried the little flower.

Will it ever bloom one day?

Zhang Zheng woke up from her trance, smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked a strange question.

That's it, let's try again. Zhang Zheng thought like this, and took out a common weed from the storage bag. Weeds are the most tenacious. They can find a way out of nooks and crannies of walls or ruins and stone slabs, but Zhang Zheng chose it.

It was a cruel waterloo on the hands.

She also tried planting without running the exercises, and she was indeed able to survive, but it was of no use to her. What she needed was to use the exercises to plant something alive!

While lamenting, he skillfully dug a hole to plant grass with his hands, and then ran the technique to slowly surround it with pure spiritual energy.

She performs a set of operations smoothly, with an air of immortality and a leisurely and contented look. It’s no wonder that she has done it so many times, at least she looks good.

Martial Arts Arena.

This is the second time Zhang Zheng has come to the martial arts arena. The first time was to test others' skills on the stage, but this time he had to compete on his own.

In order to facilitate the disciples to choose the objects for the competition, and to encourage the disciples to go further in the martial arts competition, a giant screen was erected in the middle of the martial arts arena, which displayed the ranking of the disciples who participated in the martial arts arena in the past five years. From high to low, there were only

Hundreds of rankings.

There are thousands of disciples in the outer sect, and those who can be named on the list are all strong ones in the outer sect.

Zhang Zheng just came here to find a fellow disciple to compete with to make up for the disciple test she missed before. There was no hero on this list that she could imagine.

She is very self-aware of her own strength, and it is absolutely impossible to challenge her at a higher level. She only has a 50-50 chance of winning at the same level.

Which disciple should I look for?

Zhang Zheng watched five competitions in a row and estimated the strength between himself and his classmates on the stage. The gap was not big. If he tried his best, he would have a chance of winning on the seventh floor.

If you take into account the solidity of your cultivation and the experience in fighting monsters, Zhang Zheng is sure that he will be among the best at the same level. But fighting is not just about these two things. The cultivation at the same level is more about spells and equipment.

"Senior Sister Zhang, are you also here to find someone to compete with?"

Just as Zhang Zheng was thinking, a gentle but extremely familiar voice approached from a distance.

Xiaojia's pitiful jade-like face, her slender eyebrows frowning slightly like worry, isn't it Tan Ying?

I couldn't clearly see the person's cultivation level. It seemed that after so many years of separation, her cultivation level had increased a lot.

Because of the trip to the cave, Zhang Zheng's impression of Tan Ying was inexplicably not good, so he replied coldly: "The outer sect only talks about cultivation, senior sister Tan, it's better not to call me that."

Tan Ying saw her indifference and curled her lips indifferently, with a sad look on her face, and asked Qiqi: "Why are Senior Sister Zhang and Yingying so different?"

When did I become familiar with you? Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she turned around and left.

A sharp golden light suddenly struck from behind and hit her calf.

Zhang Zheng reacted quickly and dodged sideways, looking back angrily at the person who was secretly attacking. The attack was fierce and had the aura of gold. If she had not been able to dodge in time, her entire calf would have been smashed to pieces at this moment.

The man was a male cultivator. He stood half a step behind Tan Ying. He crossed his hands arrogantly with a mocking look on his face and asked preemptively: "Senior Sister Tan, it is your honor to talk to you. How dare you leave?"

Just because you are Tan Ying's bitch, do you think everyone is like him?

Zhang Zheng almost laughed out loud at him. Although her cultivation was not that strong in the outer sect and her temperament did not like fighting, if she did not show off her power, she would become a sick cat.

Turning his right hand, a dagger covered in blue light suddenly appeared, pointing straight at the male cultivator, the tip of the knife showing cold sharpness.


Chapter completed!