闪乐

A series of gasps sounded, and Wang Meng and Feng Yi also showed expressions of disbelief.

"Isn\'t this just Peng Peng Cai? What\'s so strange about it? It\'s everywhere in the fields."

Feeling very curious, Lin Jinyu also put down her teacup, came to the stone, glanced at the plants on the picture, and expressed her doubts on behalf of the brothers.

"The psychic fruit returns to its original nature."

Lin Qingluo had expected it a long time ago, and smiled and said: "At first glance, it is indeed inconspicuous, and it is very similar to wild vegetables. If you carefully distinguish it, there is still a difference."

"The rhizome of the psychic fruit buried in the ground is relatively thick and crimson in color, and the ripe fruit has black and white fine lines, which are easier to identify."

"Besides, real psychic fruits are extremely rare, and there is no such thing as a burst of good luck. When picking wild vegetables, the chances of encountering them are pitifully small."

*

"It\'s everywhere, how do I find it?"

The stone became more and more depressed as he listened to it, so he held back his swear words: "I can\'t pull them up one by one from the ground, let\'s see the color of the roots."

Feng Yi rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "There are too many, and it is impossible to pull them out one by one."

Wang Meng wanted to vomit blood: "Just relying on our brothers to pull out one by one, we will never be able to get out of the Qilian Mountains."

"You can\'t just do nothing, just pull wild vegetables!"

Lin Jiaerlang looked at each other.

"So, let it be."

Lin Qingluo was calm and calm, and smiled forgivingly: "Cultivation of immortals is based on chance. Many immortals can\'t break through the pass in their entire lives. To go further, it\'s not that their own conditions are not good enough, or that they don\'t work hard enough, but that they don\'t have opportunities."

"Master, has anyone really found a psychic fruit?"

Hearing what she said was so mysterious, Feng Yi\'s head hurt even more.

"nature."

Lin Qingluo nodded affirmatively, and almost blurted out that in his previous life, he ate a psychic fruit by mistake, which gave birth to spiritual roots, and since then he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, achieved greatness, and attained ascension.

"I believe in Master."

Shitou suppressed his anxious heart, gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words.

"Since Master said he could find it, he will definitely find it."

Wang Meng always listened to his little master, and didn\'t have the slightest doubt.

Feng Yi helped his forehead helplessly: "Since this is the case, let\'s start looking for it tomorrow. Whether we can find it or not depends on our luck."

"Um."

Stone is rare and solemn: "It is better to have hope than no hope.

"good."

Wang Meng also nodded and agreed: "Let\'s go into the mountains together tomorrow, and hunt some game back by the way."

Lin Qingluo smiled and reminded with a smile: "You can look for it, but you can\'t put the cart before the horse and delay your practice."

"Hey, I see."

The three apprentices agreed with one voice, glanced at each other, and rubbed their noses with silly joy.

"Brother Meng, we also want to go hunting."

Lin Jinhao and Lin Jinlei\'s eyes lit up when they heard about hunting, and they grabbed Wang Meng\'s arm from left to right.

"Okay, get your quiver ready, let\'s go together."

Wang Meng raised his eyes and glanced at the master, seeing that the master did not object, he readily agreed.

"Alright, it\'s finally our turn to go hunting in the mountains."

Hearing his promise, the two younger brothers happily jumped three feet high, laughing and making noise in the main room.

"hehe."

The brothers and sisters of the Lin family laughed from ear to ear looking at the two innocent and straightforward younger brothers.

**

"Master, the southwestern frontier army encountered Qiyan light cavalry, and suffered a disastrous defeat in the first battle, with more than 5,000 casualties. They retreated to Yancheng, the northwest fortress."

In the middle of the night, the little kingfisher flew back from the window, and told the little master all the news that the birds had sent back.

(end of this chapter)