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Chapter 7: Everything from scratch 7

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Chapter 7: Everything Starts 7

"Senior sister also wants to be watered." Mo Qianchen hugged the current little balloon and smiled.

"Ah, by the way, senior sister, hurry up and see my little spirit herbs. Several of them have withered. Shuishui is so anxious. Senior sister, please help me. Master, I'm scolding Senior sister later, and borrowing Senior sister to use it for Shuishui first." Xiao Shuishui was very clever. Seeing that their master's face was not good at this time, he immediately asked a fuck to pull Mo Qianchen and ran away.

Seeing this, Mo Qianchen smiled coldly and guiltily at her master Chenxin, and was pulled by Shuishui and ran away.

Her master Leng Chenxin has a good relationship with the peak master of the fourth peak Buguifeng. If she knew that she had taken the blood sword from Buguifeng Zhenfeng, she would definitely not have the best results.

In her previous life, she was punished to face the wall for two years before she could finish the matter.

Now, she doesn't want to face the wall, so she'll just hide it from it first, hehe.

The ninth peak is full of spiritual energy, and the fragrance of spiritual grass flies from behind the mountain, refreshing the heart.

The ninth peak is the medicine peak among the nine peaks, which is filled with spiritual herbs that are rare in the ninth peak and even in the entire human race.

The inheritance of the Ninth Peak is medical skills, medicine skills, and poison skills.

Don’t look at the two disciples Mo Qianchen and Leng Shuishui under the ninth peak, let alone the other eight peaks, even the first peaks of thousands of disciples dare not offend them easily.

No matter how high your martial arts are, no matter how high your prestige is, you will die on the ninth peak, and the third update will not change to the fifth update.

This is the ninth peak among the nine peaks, the peak of ghosts and gods that is well-known in the human race’s million-mile territory.

"Senior sister, look at the second-grade spiritual herbs raised by Shuishui. What's wrong with them?" Shuishui pulled into the spiritual herb garden behind Jiufeng Mountain. Shuishui asked Mo Qianchen anxiously with his face and pouting.

I thought Shui Shui was an excuse to prevent her from being scolded by her master, but I didn't expect that there were actually a few second-grade spiritual herbs slowly withering. Mo Qianchen couldn't help but rub Shui Shui's head and said, "Don't worry, senior sister, take a look."

Spiritual herbs are indispensable when learning medical medicine, but spiritual herbs are scarce and finally used up. Therefore, the ninth peak had already started to breed spiritual herbs by themselves. When they were six years old, their master asked them to start growing first-grade spiritual herbs.

Mo Qianchen walked into the Lingcao Garden and looked at the dozens of second-grade spiritual herbs around him, that is, the spiritual herbs that had grown for two hundred years, and frowned. Just as he was about to bend down and look carefully, a small voice that seemed to be a child suddenly came from his ears: "No...comfortable..."

“So much water…”

"Woooo, my...root is going to break..."

The voice is small, just like a child who has just begun to learn to speak, expressing their emotions in anger.

"?" Mo Qianchen was stunned. Who was talking?

Looking up, there was no medicine boy in all directions except her and Shuishui. This sound...

He lowered his head and looked at the second-grade spiritual herbs beside him. Mo Qianchen asked in surprise in his mind: "Are you talking to me?"

“There’s a lot of water…”

“It’s uncomfortable…”

The sound of yayan language sounded directly in Mo Qianchen's mind, very direct.

This... the spiritual grass can speak?

Can she understand the words of Lingcao?

Mo Qianchen could not help but be shocked, her beautiful phoenix eyes almost completely widened, and the spiritual grass never could speak, why...

Just as Mo Qianchen was surprised, the green jade birthmark pattern with the size of fingernails on her wrist suddenly flashed, and a cluster of plants that looked like water plants in the depths of the lake waves in the Lingquan space gently shook her body.
Chapter completed!
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