Wang Shuyue and Zhan Feng came to the purple bamboo forest and looked at the bald land, unable to help but sigh.

The bamboo was uprooted and only one piece of miscellaneous root was buried in the soil. How can we survive?

But no matter how, when Wang Shuyue thought of the 160 sticks, she still gritted her teeth and came to one of the purple bamboos with much left, and used the wood-type spell to try to see if it could be born.

But unexpectedly, with half of the spiritual power, the purple bamboo did not grow at all.

Seeing this, Liu Fengmian frowned and said, "Purple bamboo is hard to serve. Ordinary people cannot live. They grow slowly. It takes two hundred years to become a vegetarian. Even if you pour all your spiritual power into your body, it will be useless."

Wang Shuyue was so surprised, "Is such a difficult plant to serve, what's the use?"

If there is some benefit, even if she is punished, she will feel a little comforted if she has a bamboo house.

Liu Fengmian replied: "Purple bamboo can carry the power of the soul. A Nascent Soul cultivator cultivates the Nascent Soul, which is equivalent to more than one life. If you use a magic weapon specially refined by Zizhu to carry the Nascent Soul, it can keep the Nascent Soul for thousands of years."

This is equivalent to a life-saving thing, seeking opportunities for rebirth.

Wang Shuyue nodded and understood that it was a good thing that might not be available, but it could not be missed. He had to be prepared at all times just in case.

"How many spirit stones are there like this kind of purple bamboo?" Wang Shuyue thought, if you can't save it anymore, then you'll pay for it. Maybe the master can get less penalty sticks.

Liu Fengmian sighed, looked at Wang Shuyue sympathetically, and gave her an example.

"Junior Sister Wang, if it is the pocket-flowered spiritual herb you have carefully raised, not for use, but just to see it, it has been raised for two hundred years before it blooms. Unexpectedly, one day it was scattered, and the flowers withered and died, and they cannot be resurrected, what do you think?"

As he said that, he saw Wang Shuyue showing a heavy expression and pointed out a clear way for her.

"Junior Sister Wang, you only have a way out now. Go back to find Zixiao Yuanjun, maybe there is a way to solve it."

After saying this, Liu Fengmian sighed again, turned around and left with the sword, fearing that the master would be held accountable, so he did not dare to stay for Wang Shuyue.

"I heard they were talking very seriously?" Wang Shuyue looked at Zhan Feng and asked him: "What do you think you should do now?"

Zhan Feng colded his face and said, "Cool."

"By the way, why did Liu Fengmian ask you to find Zixiao Yuanjun? Who is that? If you really have a backer, you should hurry up and go there. I think this matter is difficult to resolve."

Zhan Feng understood clearly, but no one here talked about the law, and there was no such thing as a fair judgment.

Wang Shuyue glared at him angrily, "Are you ready to be punished?"

Zhan Feng lowered his eyes and looked at her, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "How can you give up easily before the end? I'll go find He Qiong."

"Really, I didn't expect that it would be a big deal to make a house!" Zhan Feng sneered and was about to go down the mountain.

Wang Shuyue hurriedly called him, gave him a paper crane, and taught him how to use it, so that he could ride the paper crane, which would be more convenient.

Blue Star's aircraft is too eye-catching. If Wen Qi sees them bringing reinforcements, it will be broken.

Zhan Fenglei said, "What are you afraid of? You're like this, I'll take a plane to go there."

As he spoke, he put the paper crane given by Wang Shuyue into his pocket, took it out of the aircraft, and flew straight towards the other main peaks.

Wang Shuyue watched him walk away, continued to squat in the bamboo forest to observe the purple bamboos, thinking about how to remedy them.

Tell my aunt or something, have you seen a child who made a mistake outside and dared to go home and tell his parents?

Wang Shuyue observed the tall purple bamboo beside her and thought to herself that it would be great if there was a time accelerator. She planted the purple bamboo seedlings directly and grew to two hundred years in a few minutes.

"Oh~" Wang Shuyue sat on the ground and sighed, looking at the purple courtyard on the hillside, unable to figure out why things turned out to be like this.

It seems that you must be cautious in your work in the future and you will never be as impulsive as this time.

This thing in the world of cultivation seems to be unowned, but maybe everything has a master, and you can commit any mistakes by accident.

Unfortunately, it’s too late to repent now. I took out my cell phone and looked at the time. It was already past five o’clock in the afternoon, and it was not many hours before tomorrow at noon.

Wang Shuyue threw her phone on the grass, rolled around the bamboo forest for a few irritable times, got up, and walked back to her hut with firm eyes, continued to dig a hole, and got out the swimming pool that had completed halfway through the morning.

As night fell, San Sheng and Zhan Feng came to the courtyard together and saw Wang Shuyue soaking her feet by the newly built swimming pool at a glance.

The person who should have been worried skillfully grabbed the snack bag beside him and handed the snacks into his mouth, held his mobile phone in the other hand, playing with the joy of not requiring the Internet, not to mention how leisurely it is.

"How many power banks have you brought here? Do you still dare to play mobile games?" Zhan Feng asked in displeasure with a cold face.

Wang Shuyue turned to look at the two of them and smiled and said, "Don't worry about this, I just want to play with my phone anyway."

"Eat something?" Wang Shuyue pointed to the snack bag beside her.

Zhan Feng glanced at him disgustedly, walked straight to the stone table in the yard and sat down, not wanting to speak.

It seems that there is no result in finding He Qiong.

Wang Shuyue looked at the Sansheng who was following him, "Why are you back?"

Sansheng was more anxious than her and comforted her: "Uncle Master, I have already told the master that the master said that the matter can be solved as long as the immortal comes forward. It is better to send a letter to the office and contact the immortal."

"The Supreme Immortal? Which Supreme Immortal is it? Zixiao Yuanjun?" Zhan Feng, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

Wang Shuyue casually said: "I am a distant relative and have some connections with Yunhe Sect, but I won't look for her."

"Uncle Master!" Sansheng was anxious, "That's one hundred and sixty sticks. I just went to the punishment hall to inquire. Uncle Master, you can't do it."

Wang Shuyue was very calm, patted the stone beside her and signaled Sansheng to sit down.

"Uncle Master!" The boy rarely gave Wang Shuyue's face.

Wang Shuyue glanced at him in surprise, and one sentence directly defeated the boy's tense expression.

"Three sentences, this is my business and it has nothing to do with you." She said lightly, in a tone of statements.

Sansheng felt that his heart was stabbed by a needle, and it hurt slightly.

"You go back, I have a solution."

Looking at her comforting gaze that comforted the child, the young man bowed and said, "Sanshen said goodbye!" He turned around and left angrily.

"Tsk!" Zhan Feng raised his eyebrows, "What is Nangong Sansheng's relationship with you? You can't be your distant relative again, right? Wang Shuyue, your identity is not simple."

As he asked, he continued to ask, "You said you have a way, what?"

"At least you can strive for leniency, right?" Wang Shuyue said uncertainly.
Chapter completed!