Dressed As a Grass

Where did you get it?

Zhai Wangyou glanced at the flowerpot and looked at Guanlan: "Medicine Field."

Guanlan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Which medicine field?"

A piece is taken care of by inner disciples, where precious medicinal herbs are grown, and there is a private small medicinal field for elders and disciples to prepare.

Which medicinal field is that the eldest sister is talking about?

"Master's yard." Zhai Wangyou's tone was light, her master was the elder Beishan who had been missing for many days.

Seeing her condensed expression, Guanlan silently stopped asking questions. Senior Sister has always been quiet, and it is rare to answer so many questions today. She should be more interesting.

After about half a day, the flying boat stopped at Tianjianzong.

"Senior sister, can I go and dig some dreaming grass from you?" Guanlan whispered.

The rest of the disciples also asked cautiously, "Elder Sister, can we also dig a few trees?"

It doesn't matter if it has wisdom or not, just dig it first, if there is a dream grass to open up the wisdom, they will make a profit, and they will not lose if they don't.

She looked at the expectant faces and nodded lightly.

Seeing her promise, Guanlan happily rushed to the North Mountain with a group of disciples, thinking that they were going to grab some panacea.

Zhou Baihui is a single spiritual root, you can enter the inner door, and you have to meet the suzerain.

The rest of the new disciples don't need to be so troublesome, just go to the outer door and do the handyman.

Outside the hall, Zhai Wangyou handed over the flower pot to a disciple who guarded the gate, and walked in with Zhou Baihui.

"The disciples meet the suzerain."

"Forget your worries, don't be too polite, this is a new disciple this year, come, let this sect see what spiritual roots are." Wang Sect Master looked kindly, and pointed to the spiritual roots on the side. Genshi motioned Zhou Baihui to put his hand on it.

Spiritual roots are generally gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. These five spiritual roots are rumored to have mutant spiritual roots, but unfortunately they have not been seen for thousands of years. There are also fewer and fewer roots.

The spirit root stone slowly turns golden, golden spirit root.

Sect Master Wang's eyes flashed a dark light "Okay, like the old man, you are all golden roots. Would you like to join the sect and become a direct disciple of this sect?"

It's another golden root, and the one who gets it is God's help, even the way of heaven is on his side.

Zhai Wangyou's face was dull, Sect Master Wang is Jin Linggen, so is the young Sect Master Wang Junting, and the younger sister Chongwen also worshipped the Sect Master because she was Jin Linggen. It is well known that the Sect Master of their Heavenly Sword Sect has always preferred Jin Linggen.

It is not unusual for Zhou Bai, who is also Jin Linggen, to be recovered as a direct disciple.

Seeing that there was no reaction from the elder sister, Zhou Baihui knelt down and responded: "Baihui asks you to meet Master."

Zhai Wangyou saw that they had become masters and apprentices, so he voluntarily retire, and asked for instructions to continue to find the whereabouts of masters.

Sect Master Wang thought of the elder Beishan, who had no news, and sighed heavily, but still responded to Zhai Wangyou's request. The apprentice's heart is always thinking about the master, since she wants to find it, she can go.

The gatekeeper is holding a flower pot.

In the flowerpot, Xi Zhou unconsciously stood up straight.

Seeing Zhai Wangyou walking out of the hall, she relaxed, Ye Ye shook cheerfully.

The gatekeeper couldn't help but stare blankly. The grass just didn't move. He thought it was just an ordinary grass, but he didn't expect it to sway around, as if he was saying hello to Senior Sister.

At this time, he didn't know, just because of the dreaming grass in front of him, there was a wind of grass raising in the sect.

Back to Beishan Peak, Zhai Wangyou stood by the medicine field in the corner of the yard with a complicated expression.

The thing she was worried about still happened. The place where the dream grass was originally planted was only bare soil, and there was no grass.

I can't plant the dreaming grass...

Zhai Wangyou looked at the flower pot in his hand, and his eyes fell on the leaves of the dream grass: "You will be taken care of by Junior Sister Guanlan, how about you?"

She is going to the mortal world, but she can't carry a flowerpot everywhere.

Junior Sister Guanlan? That girl-/rogue?

The evening boat swayed left and right, not very good.

Seeing that Zhai Wangyou was silent, no matter how she swayed, she didn't speak.

Xi Zhou shook her head gently, bent over and wrote on the ground: I can leave the soil, just give me water, I want to go with you.

Go to the mortal world, how could she miss it.

She left the flowerpot several times when she was on the grass, and it seemed that there was no discomfort.

Zhai Wangyou stared at the line of words on the ground, thought for a while, and finally shook his head.

The length of time away from the soil is uncertain. Uncertainty means there are risks. She does not like risks.

Seeing her shaking her head, Xi Zhou erased what she wrote before and re-written: I'm worried about your injury, take me just in case.

You must convince the big sister to take her with you.

Xi Zhou shook her head, nonsense, she didn't look forward to...

She rolled her eyes and continued to write: I don't have it, isn't this just in case? I follow you in a different way.

After writing, she returned to the grass, jumped out of the flower pot with force, shook the soil on her body, and lightly wrapped around Zhai Wangyou's wrist.

It won't stand out.

Dreamgrass has translucent roots, lilac slender stems, and upwards gradually revealing bright purple slender prismatic leaves.

Wound in circles, about three or four layers, like a chic bracelet, wrapped around her wrist neither loose nor tight.

Zhai Wangyou's fingers trembled slightly, looking at the dream grass wrapped around his wrist, his breathing was slightly stagnant, maybe he could wear it, just in case...

She simply cleaned up, went up from the northern mountain peak, and left Tianjianzong directly.

Behind him, a figure stood at the top of the hall, looking at the direction where Zhai Wangyou was gone.

Even though she had already ordered the demon pill to be put into Zhai Wangyou's room, why didn't she have a trace of demonic aura on her body?

The people of the Royal Sword Sect are really stupid and useless.

He crushed the jade talisman in his hand and sent out the message.

"People, it's not always so lucky, Beishan has accepted a good apprentice, but unfortunately, don't come back alive when you go."

Outside the Heavenly Sword Sect, the flying boat floated in the air and flew towards the direction of the Fanjie Mountain.

Zhai Wangyou raised his wrist slightly: "There are only the two of us at the moment, you can change shape-----wait..."

She turned her voice sharply, and looked around with alert eyes, the long sword was tightly held in her hand, and the flying boat under her feet slowly accelerated.

The dreaming grass on the wrist loosened and wrapped tightly again.

Xi Zhou looked at Zhai Wangyou, whose face suddenly became serious, inexplicably panicked, what happened.

After a while, a flying boat followed, and a man in black with a mask stood on it.

"Fellow Daoist, where are you going in such a hurry?" The man in black deliberately lowered his voice.

As for the cultivation realm... I can't find out, that is above her, at least the cultivation realm of the Nascent Soul.

There are only a handful of monks in the Yuan Ying period. There is one Sect Master of Medicine Sect, then there is the Sect Master of Royal Sword Sect and their two elders, and finally the Sect Master of Tianjian Sect and Nanshan Elder, Elder Beishan has disappeared, who could it be?

Xi Zhou looked at the man in black on the flying boat opposite.

It's too exciting...

It can be said by her! Really in case! ?

Seeing that they were about to arrive at Fanjie Mountain, the man in black took action: "Don't be in a hurry, fellow Daoist, let's discuss it first."

The flying boat was forced to stop, Zhai Wangyou frowned: "What advice do you have, senior?"

"Hahaha, it's natural to kill someone to steal a treasure... Who?" The man in black suddenly looked up into the air as soon as he finished speaking.

A man also dressed in black appeared in front: "How can such wonderful things as killing people and stealing treasures be less sophisticated."