Could this second test, the farming task she got, be a dead end?
"They are dead seeds."
What was taken out was just this bottle. Master said it was an ancient thing, but it no longer had any life breath in it, and was no different from dead seeds. Who gave you this bottle of immoral seeds?"
Ling Luo's face turned pale and said: "I don't know, I just won this mission and entered the portal. The seeds were in the thatched house on the edge of the wasteland."
Xiling Feng stared at Ling Luo intently and said with absolute certainty: "You must have offended some important person in the Shengdan Hall. This bottle of death seed is called Black Thorn. Brothers and sisters below the third generation disciple,
No permission to touch at all."
In other words, only the second generation and first generation in the Holy Pill Hall can have the opportunity to get this bottle of black thorn.
Ling Luo bit her lips, her eyes were burning, and she said solemnly: "There is still a very weak breath of life in the seeds. I want to give it a try."
"It's impossible." Xiling Feng denied it without hesitation, "I heard that four years ago, the master of Shengdan Hall also tried to cultivate the black thorn, but failed."
"It is impossible and must be cultivated!" Ling Luo looked stubborn, with a sharp edge flashing in his eyes, "I have a reason to pass the exam!"
Xilingfeng and Jinpeng looked at Ling Luo's persistence in great surprise, and their hearts moved.
Jin Peng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, I hope you can create a miracle."
With that said, Jin Peng took out two paper charms from his sleeves, handed them to Ling Luo, and said: "The Jin family in the seventh county of the Imperial City is good at making rain and spreading clouds. Here are two cloud and rain charms for you."
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and a big smile broke out on his face.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Jin!" There is really no end to the road.
An extremely honest smile appeared on Jin Peng's face, and he said: "I mainly want to see what the seeds of the black thorns that give the Supreme Lord a headache will look like when they are gestated."
Ling Luo helped the two brothers wash the mountains of clothes. It was already two hours later.
After washing, the three of them happily went to the edge of the spiritual field together. Ling Luo put all the black thorn seeds remaining in the porcelain vase into the soil.
Then, with the help of Jin Peng, the cloud and rain talisman was distributed. Thick dark clouds rolled in the sky, and from time to time there was the sound of thunder caused by the collision of clouds.
After a while, it started to rain.
The rain was not heavy, it only lasted for a quarter of an hour, but it was enough to moisten this spiritual field.
"Okay, Miss Ling, we brothers have to say goodbye and go to the Shengdan Hall for business. We'll see you tomorrow." The thin man chuckled.
Ling Luo smiled and said goodbye to these two warm-hearted senior brothers.
That night, Ling Luo lay on the edge of the field in Lingtian and fell asleep quickly.
In her sleep, she did not notice that a steady stream of crystal light floated from the center of her eyebrows and fell on this spiritual field.