The flowers have been standing by the grass for more than an hour, so that they can be picked within half an hour of its flowering, otherwise the whole herb will wither when the petals hit the ground.

In the medicinal field she planted, there are several fallen Ying grasses that are about to bloom, and they will be picked and handed over to the patriarch for record, and when Lord Fubao comes to give a lecture once a month, she can exchange them for a lot of spirit stones.

She had already saved a lot of spirit stones, and she was reluctant to use them when she cultivated on weekdays, and she would be able to exchange them for alchemy and a small alchemy furnace immediately.

Hua'er had already thought that she would become a respected alchemy master like her master in the future!

Five years have passed since I was brought into this place by my owner. In the past five years, Hua'er, like other tribesmen, has lived a very fulfilling life every day, and there is no need to be afraid.

Grow elixirs, cultivate, and be self-sufficient. Every three days, a woman (puppet puppet) who looks as beautiful as a fairy will come to teach them about various elixirs and cultivation methods, and every other month, Master Fu Bao will come to give them a lesson and point out the problems of cultivation.

Such a day is as beautiful as a dream, and the flowers are very satisfied, but they also know that they are not easy to come by, so they cherish it very much.

To pass the time, she fiddled with blades of grass and wildflowers in her hands, and there were a lot of woven flower crown bracelets at her feet.

As she was working hard, she suddenly felt a little itchy on the back of her neck, and when she turned around, she saw a sneaky cat behind her, holding an evil grass in her hand.

Hua'er glanced at him and stroked her hair: "Didn't you go to the snow with you?"

He smiled, threw away the grass, and lay down on the grass on the side: "I went, but then there was a frightening snowstorm over there, and we came out." ”

Seeing that Hua'er ignored him and only buried his head in weaving grass, he waved his hand exaggeratedly and said: "You don't know, Lord Fubao said that Dongtian Blessed Land will derive spiritual objects by itself, this time we really found two herbs that we haven't seen before, and we also met a big bear with white hair all over his body, with such a big and tall ......."

Hua'er turned her head in real interest: "Really?"

He then became more and more excited, and after a while, he pretended to mysteriously lower his voice: "We came out of the snowy realm, guess where we went?"

"Where?"

Bian "shh

Hua'er was startled: "You guys are too bold!"

"What are you afraid of!" said disappreciatively: "Lord Fubao said that this small cave of the master will get bigger and bigger in the future, and more spirit objects or spirit beasts will appear, as long as you get one, maybe you can make your cultivation progress by leaps and bounds." ”

Hua'er said disapprovingly: "That's too dangerous, and the master said that cultivation should be gradual and gradual, and you can't take shortcuts......"

As she was talking, she saw a flower bud growing on the top of a slender and graceful spirit grass in the medicine field in front of her, slowly opening.

The two of them interrupted their small talk, quickly and skillfully removed the soil at the root of the Luoying grass little by little, and waited until the flower buds were in full bloom to the extreme, and dug the entire spirit grass out of the ground completely.

Hua'er was overjoyed, and hurriedly patted her ass and said: "This Luoying grass is in such good condition, even if the owner sees it, he will definitely praise his sister for planting it well!"

"What nonsense!" Hua'er glared at him, looked in the direction of Daqing Mountain, and couldn't help but say, "The master hasn't appeared for a long time." ”

"yes. Yan also turned his head to look at Daqingshan: "The master is in retreat, and I don't know when I will leave the customs, listening to Lord Fubao, it is possible for dozens or hundreds of years." ”

"Lord Fubao said, Lord Fubao said, you won't be able to speak without Lord Fubao, right?" Hua'er said speechlessly, but was made to cry and laugh by the face that came over with a grin.

She turned to another fallen grass, which was also about to bloom, and sighed, "We don't know if we will live until the time when the master is out of the customs......

"I must be able to!" Bian suddenly said loudly, grabbing her hand: "Not only you, but so can I, and so can the patriarch......!" Well, when you cultivate to the foundation building and Jindan period, every time you improve a realm, your longevity will increase a lot, so you must be able to!"

Hua'er looked at the firm face blankly, and it took a while to realize that her hand was still in the other party's hand, and she couldn't help blushing immediately......

And put aside the feelings of the children here, and in the Daqing Mountain where the formation is closed, Liu Qinghuan has not closed the lock at this time, but will take a little time to go out every day to water the mixed Yuan Lotus.

The mixed yuan lotus has now moved from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, not far away is the leafy purple pinch plane tree, under the shade of a bluestone platform, the curtain is on the ground, wide and far away.

On Daqing Mountain, it is very quiet now, except for himself, there is not even a living person.

In the past, the medicinal fields full of mountains, except for a few extremely high-grade elixirs, most of them had been moved to the surrounding nine major realms, and they were still taken care of by puppet dolls, and the low-level ones were directly given to the two alien races to plant.

Liu Qinghuan saw that he looked like a tiger-headed man, three-headed body, and a little cute when he was not fierce, so he gave him a Taoist robe, and he looked like a little Taoist boy when he put it on, which was quite interesting.

Liu Qinghuan didn't go to the closed cave either, he practiced on this bluestone platform, and after figuring out the follow-up mental method, the growth of his cultivation could be described as a rapid leap in the day.

The wind blows, the trees shake, and the leaves fall.

The Pulse Soul Doll used to be willing to run to Liu Qinghuan to play, but as time went by, Liu Qinghuan gradually entered a state of complete concentration, and his body was wrapped in cyan clouds and mist, like a statue that did not move like a mountain, and the doll was reluctant to go, but ran down the mountain with the puppet to harm the aliens under the mountain.

The Mixed Yuan Lotus not far away gently shook the green lotus leaves, slowly absorbing the pure spiritual qi that escaped from his body.

One year, two years.

Five years, ten years.

There is no calendar in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year, but the outside world will not stop because of Liu Qinghuan's retreat.

Over the years, the Qing Ming Heaven has experienced a great change, so the number of people who have been knocked down into the abyss has increased a lot more than before.

In the past, it would take at least a few months to get a handful, but now there are people falling down at both ends in three days, which can be described as very lively.

What's even more surprising is that the place where Huayang and others live outside the gray stone field has slowly turned into a village, and those monks who escaped from the endless trapping and killing net originally chose to live incognito and live in a low-key manner, but now they quietly ran into the mouth of the big fish and gathered together.

Now, among the cultivators who were knocked down into the turbidity abyss, there is a news that will definitely surprise Liu Qinghuan: as long as you enter the mouth of the big fish, you will be safe!

Intimidated by Liu Qinghuan's strength, no one dared to say anything at first, but after a long time, no matter how terrifying the strength was, it would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, when Liu Qinghuan was in retreat for a hundred years and did not show a trace, a demon cultivator finally couldn't hold it back, and summoned people and horses to open to the mouth of the big fish.

However, this time is different from the past, and the cultivators live in the village, and it is no longer possible to bully at will, so a big war will inevitably start.

In the end, the rotten wood still had three inches of nails, and the Qingying monk who had recovered his injuries won a complete victory, killing the demon cultivator who came to attack in one fell swoop.

But Fu Bao was so angry that a group of people now almost regarded the gray stone land as their home, and they could do whatever they wanted. Among them, there are a few new ones, and even Huayang can't speak!

He looked at the black-clothed monk opposite him and sneered, "If there is no big array, are you all planning to take the gray stone land for yourself?"