A false alarm.

Qi'er wiped her forehead and sweated coldly.

Yun Hong is the child he values ​​the most!

"Master, I have a few more words to tell you." Qi'er pinched the sound insulation technique and whispered a few quickly.

"Are you saying that Yun Hong is a child with a second spiritual root?" Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up involuntarily and said in surprise: "In this way, it makes sense why he advanced so quickly. I didn't expect that a second spiritual root cultivator had been born in Caiyun Valley, which is really rare!"

Even if a monk family has spiritual roots, a thousand people can produce a two-spirit genius, which is rare in a century. This Caiyun Valley seems to be a treasure land.

and.

For more than twenty years.

It is rare to have six spiritual root monks born in Caiyun Valley. You should know that their parents, ancestors, and the eight generations of ancestors are all mortals and have no spiritual roots.

"Can it be the reason for this land?"

This is impossible to verify.

Fu Shiyi thought that Yun Hong had suffered just now and always wanted to make up for it. Therefore, he searched for it from the storage bag and found an old thing, but it was a square spirit gathering bowl.

"Qi'er, give this spirit gathering bowl to Yun Hong. This spirit gathering bowl is just a first-level magic weapon. After activation during cultivation, it can gather the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Although it is very weak, it is enough for innate cultivators."

This spirit-gathering bowl was bought by her third uncle for one-third of the price in the first year she went down the mountain.

Now that she keeps it, it doesn't work, it's just a thought.

"Master, this...then I will thank you for Yunhong!"

The elders cannot refuse to give it to you.

Qi'er took it with both hands and put it carefully into the treasure bag.

"Your cultivation has been greatly improved now. The space of this treasure bag is not enough. I will bring you three back this time."

They also want gifts to be collected?!

And it's a storage bag!

Even Li Mi, who was once the lord of a city, was moved. He looked at the storage bag Fu Shiyi held in his hand, and could not say anything he refused, so he could only accept it with shamelessness:

"Master, thank you!!"

"With this storage bag, when my disciple enters the mountains, he will not worry about not being able to bring back the good things."

"That's it." Qi'er couldn't put it down and touched the storage bag in her hand: "Master, you don't know. When we three brothers entered the mountains to hunt, they often could only take off one animal skin and fangs, but the monster's muscles could not be brought back. It's a pity. With the storage bag, it would be convenient!!"

Qi'er wanted to start sacrificing immediately and leave her spiritual mark on the storage bag. Instead, after Li Mi was excited, she stuffed the storage bag into her arms and put it away, and then touched the back of her head awkwardly: "Master, does this... Junior Brother Han Li have this storage bag, too?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qier also reacted: "If.........If there are only two, then leave my one to Senior Brother Han Li. I... I either stay in the spiritual field or teach those children on weekdays, and my cultivation is low... This storage bag is for me..."

It is rare to see their brothers and brothers respect each other.

Fu Shiyi smiled:

"Don't worry, you brothers and sisters are all third-level top-grade storage bags. If you are an ordinary foundation-building monk, you may not be able to afford it. So you must keep it carefully and remember not to show it to others casually. In addition, this storage bag was taken down from the enemy's corpse. Their surname is Wen, and they are an intermediate-level monk family. So if you meet a monk named Wen, you should pay more attention and remember!"

"Yes, Master!!"

The master and apprentice continued a few more words.

Fu Shiyi suddenly moved his ears, turned around, and looked at the entrance of the underground river. After a while, Ling'er and Kang Bo walked out with joy on their faces. Kang Bo's breath seemed a little disordered. He probably felt that he was suffering from some internal injuries when he was collecting the treasure.

Ling'er waved to Fu Shiyi and pointed to the Hall of Passing the Merit:

"Sister Fu, let's talk alone."

After talking.

Ling'er and Kang Bo's bodies flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Master." A look of worry appeared on Qi'er and Li Mi's faces.

"It's okay, I'll go back." Fu Shiyi and Qi'er comforted and smiled, moved their bodies, and after a few breaths, they appeared in the Hall of Continuing the Kung Fu.

In the Hall of Merit.

Ling'er sat in the head of the main seat, and Kang Bo stood behind her. Ling'er pointed to the empty seat on her right: "Sister Fu, sit."

After Fu Shiyi sat down, Ling'er poured a cup of freshly brewed tea for Fu Shiyi: "This is the second-level lotus tea in Wuling City. It takes only five hundred years to pick one or two taels. Sister Fu, please try it quickly, I don't know if you are used to drinking it."

Take the tea cup.

Fu Shiyi swept carefully, and a circle of green mist lingered on the tea water. Lotus leaves appeared in the mist. Seeing that there were no poisons, she raised her cup and when she reached the tip of her nose, a fragrance suddenly came to her nose. Fu Shiyi was shocked and tasted it. The tea water had a faint sweet smell. After entering her stomach, some of the hidden injuries that had originally left on her body seemed to have improved a lot:

"Good tea!!"

Ling'er smiled.

She tasted it herself, then shook her head and said:

"Sister Fu, this lotus tea is far worse than Wuling tea. Wuling tea has grown for thousands of years and is born every hundred years. For us foundation-building monks, drinking a pot before breaking through the bottleneck is of great benefit, and it can increase the success rate by at least 30%!"

That's not even more powerful than some elixirs that break through bottlenecks.

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but secretly become a weapon. She also planted a Nanlin tea in the sea of ​​consciousness space, which reached the third level, but it only took five hundred years to grow. After that, eight taels of tea can be picked every ten years. For foundation-building monks, if they can take it for decades, there is a certain chance that they can refine the double-epsel technique.

Back then, it was presented by Manager Liu of the Weapon Refining Pavilion in Xihefang City.

"Ling'er, then the Wuling tea you mentioned is a fourth-level spiritual plant, right?"

Ling'er nodded.

Her voice was full of temptation:

"This Wuling tea is a specialty of our Wuling City, but we never take out, but... if Sister Fu agrees to us some conditions, I will make the decision to give this Wuling tea one pound to my sister. Sister, what do you think?"

One pound?

A piece can only grow in a hundred years.

If you have a pound of Wuling tea, it will take hundreds of years.

The conditions mentioned by Ling'er are obviously not simple.

Fu Shiyi suddenly woke up, and the other party spent his energy to rescue their master and apprentice from the Green Flame Ghost King. It was indeed a purpose. She corrected her sitting posture and smiled embarrassedly:

"Ling'er, I'm afraid I can't afford to take your Wuling tea."
Chapter completed!