Mix in Douluo to raise plants

In Douluo Continent, there are three sects on the top, within the Qibao Glazed Sect.

In the main square of the sect, with the end of the annual martial soul awakening ceremony, the people gathered from around the Qibao Glazed Sect naturally dispersed and went back to their homes.

Children who came accompanied by their parents either jumped into their parents' arms with excitement, laughed loudly and talked about their martial arts, shared the news that they could become soul masters with their parents, or vented their sadness with howls like ghosts and wolves.

The orphans who had no parents and were adopted by the Qibao Glazed Sect did not leave immediately. They lined up neatly in front of the awakening formation, waiting for the sect's arrangements.

They were not kept waiting for long. After almost all the outsiders had left, an outer elder with a long beard that reached his chest and wearing a gray robe came to them.

After standing firm, the bearded elder stared and glanced downwards, using deliberate silence to create a dull atmosphere as if hundreds of mountains were overwhelming and huge waves were surging into the sky.

All the children couldn't help but become nervous, including those who had awakened good martial arts souls, possessed soul power, and got carried away.

After all the children lowered their heads, the bearded elder snorted, took out a roster, and said concisely: "Those whose names are called can go back first."

"Zhang Jing."

"Li Baiyuan."

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As the names were called one by one, those who left gradually relaxed, but those who stayed became nervous, because the names that were called were all those who performed well in the martial arts awakening ceremony.

Nineteen people left in the blink of an eye, leaving a large vacancy in the team. The bearded elder closed the roster, looked up at the frightened faces below, and after pondering for a moment, said the last name.

"Fang Mian."

In the crowd, a young man with a dignified appearance, handsome appearance and refined temperament raised his head. His fair and tense face was obviously relieved. He walked out of the group, bowed his hands to the elder in front, and then turned around to leave.

"Wait, come here."

The bearded elder stopped him and walked towards the corner before he could react.

Fang Mian was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he walked towards the elder with a stern face.

When he came over, the elder said: "Fang Mian, you should know what treatment will be given to those who can leave."

"Elder Wu, I know that those who can leave now can become official disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect as long as they reach the tenth level, obtain a soul ring, and become a soul master before the soul power test in half a year."

Fang Mian had come into contact with this elder and had done some chores under him. He knew that this elder was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so he spoke calmly.

"Yes." Elder Wu nodded, "As long as you understand clearly. Fang Mian, with your intelligence, you should understand that there is a certain gap between your martial soul and innate soul power compared to others. In half a year, from From the third level to the tenth level of innate soul power, although the difficulty is not small, it is not impossible. I am very optimistic about you, so you must work hard and don't let me down, you know."

Fang Mian responded: "Don't worry, elder, I will do it."

"Well, it's good that you understand. By the way, the other elders didn't want to keep you. In order to keep you, I proposed that you go to the farm to help. You remember to report before [-]:[-] tomorrow morning." The bearded elder reminded.

Hearing this, Fang Mian panicked. He didn't expect that he would almost stay, and he was deeply moved by what the elder had done. He nodded his head twice and responded: "Don't worry, elder, I've written it down."

"That's very good." The bearded elder put his hands behind his back and left, returning to the front of the remaining group of people to arrange their future.

When Fang Mian left, he took a deep look at the team he almost joined. Before that, he had guessed his own future through many inquiries, so he knew the future of these boys and girls.

Those who are willing to stay will become sect servants, doing hard work every day, and will be the same for the rest of their lives without any disturbance.

If they don't want to stay, the sect will immediately kick them out without considering their age or future life and death.

After all, the Qibao Glazed Sect is not a charity organization and does not raise idle people. It can adopt these orphans in the hope that they can awaken outstanding martial arts spirits, become strong men, and serve the sect.

Fang Mian sighed and turned around to leave. He had no time to sympathize with these people. If his strength did not reach level ten in half a year, then the difference between him and them would only be that he stayed in the sect for another half year.

Return to the small courtyard arranged by the sect.

There are three rooms in the small courtyard, located in the northeast and west. Each room is about ten square meters and can accommodate two people. A small courtyard can accommodate six people.

Now I can only see one, that is Zhao Meng, a short-haired boy who is twice as wide as his age and lives in the west room.

When Fang Mian came, this guy was holding the door open and peeking outside. When he saw Fang Mian, he looked surprised and took the initiative to open the door and welcome him in.

"You're back. Is there anyone behind you?"

Fang Mian looked at the carefree young man with a high-pitched voice like a tiger and leopard, shook his head and said regretfully: "No more, I am the last one."

"Ah!" Zhao Meng exclaimed, with a sad look on his face, and murmured to himself: "Then the four of them..."

Fang Mian didn't hear what he said clearly and didn't intend to listen more. He walked straight towards the east room where he lived.

Zhao Meng moved very quickly and stepped in front of him to stop him, "Hey, don't leave in a hurry. We are the only two left in the courtyard now. Let's talk about what to do in the future."

Fang Mian rolled his eyes and complained: "What else can I do? Just practice hard and let nature take its course."

Zhao Meng touched his chin, pretended to be thoughtful, and said, "It makes sense."

Fang Mian glared at him when he saw this, knowing that he was hiding something in his heart that he hadn't said out loud, so he took the initiative to ask: "Do you have anything else to do? You can't go back to your room to study martial arts without me. Call me again during dinner."

Zhao Meng smiled, as if a little girl whose worries had been exposed, shyly scratched his head and said: "No, I want to ask you what your martial spirit is. There were too many people just now, so I didn't pay attention, so you left."

"It's not a good habit to pry into other people's privacy, asshole."

If it weren't for the fact that he usually had a good relationship with these guys, Fang Mian would definitely leave directly, but he was not prepared to reveal his martial spirit so easily, and asked instead: "Tell me first, what is your martial spirit?" , what level of soul power is it?”

Zhao Meng laughed innocently twice, retreated to the center of the yard, took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and a layer of pale yellow light bloomed on his body.

Fang Mian felt dazzled and turned his head away. When the light dimmed, he looked at Zhao Meng again and saw a two-meter-tall black bear wearing earthy yellow armor standing upright in the center of the yard.

Then he heard the upright black bear patting his chest armor, making a dull thumping sound, and then the black bear mouthed human words.

"My martial soul is an earth-armored black bear, with soul power level seven, extremely high defense, and infinite strength."

Fang Mian looked at the black bear showing off its strong muscles in various bodybuilding postures. For the first time since time travel, he showed envy in his eyes.

This black bear soil is a bit earthy, but compared to his martial spirit, it is not even a little bit more powerful.

Zhao Meng gestured twice more, but it seemed that he couldn't hold on for long. He returned to his human form, panted and came to Fang Mian's side, put his hands on his hips and said, "You...what is your martial spirit."

Fang Mian stared at him and said, "Wait a minute."

He walked to the corner of the yard, rummaged through the blue silver grass in the corner for a while, then stood up with a blue grass seed, came to Zhao Meng's side, and asked him to take a look at the grass seed held between his left fingers. Then squeeze your right hand.

Zhao Meng stared at his right hand, only to see white light flash through the gap between his fists. Fang Mian opened his hand, and an identical grass seed appeared in his palm.

Zhao Meng picked up two grass seeds, compared them left and right, and found that they were exactly the same. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your martial spirit has the ability to copy!"

Fang Mian laughed awkwardly and shook his head in denial.

"Then...this..."

Seeing him staring at the two grass seeds, struggling to use his not-so-smart little brain to think wildly, Fang Mian couldn't hold back and revealed the answer.

"My martial soul is a seed, and its soul power is only level three. I can copy all the seeds I know. The seeds I copy will have all the abilities of the original seeds and matching growth talents."

"I can also use it to sense whether the land it is planted on is suitable for its growth, whether the water is too much or too little, etc., and, because it is a seed copied by my soul, I can also It can be ripened by inputting soul power."

Zhao Meng was stunned by Fang Mian's words. He was only six years old and couldn't grasp the central idea.

Fang Mian also knew that he couldn't understand the mystery at first glance, so he took the initiative to take the seed he copied, put it in the palm of his hand, and slowly input the soul power into it.

As the fluorescent light flashed in his palm, the seed shell tore open a hole, and a delicate green shoot emerged from the seed, and after 3 minutes, it grew into a complete Bluesilver Grass.

Zhao Meng, who had watched this scene in its entirety, widened his eyes, clapped his hands and exclaimed: "It's so amazing!"

Fang Mian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, with a proud look on his pale face, and said, "Yes."

Zhao Meng nodded twice, but then quickly shook his head and said, "It's indeed magical, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with fighting. I heard those senior brothers once said that there are five types of soul masters participating in the battle, attack type, defense type. system, agility and attack system, control system, and the most important auxiliary system.”

"A martial spirit like yours can only copy and ripen seeds. It doesn't seem to be of any use in combat, so it's just useless."

After saying this, Zhao Meng regretted a little. After all, there were only two of them left in the courtyard now, and Fang Mian was his best and most familiar friend.

He won't be angry if he calls his friend a loser.

Zhao Meng glanced at Xia Mian with his small eyes, and when he saw his face darken, he knew something was wrong.

Fang Mian was indeed unhappy. After all, he was not a pervert. It was strange that he could still be happy after being insulted. However, he did not agree that his martial spirit was useless.

The power of the seed spirit is foreseeable.

He can copy the seeds of Blue Silver Grass now, but will he not be able to copy the seeds of Blue Silver Emperor or more powerful plant-based soul beasts in the future?

Coupled with his ripening ability, as long as he has access to some immortal grass elixir, maybe in the future, he will become a big shot that all forces dare not offend easily.

It's just that you can't say these words casually now, especially not to people who have no brains.

He glanced at Zhao Meng, and then walked towards his house.

Zhao Meng looked at his back distressedly, pondered for a moment, and timidly shouted in a low voice: "I... I'll call you when I'm eating."

Fang Mian walked to the threshold and suddenly paused. His pupils widened, and there was an impulse called surprise brewing in his eyes.

Obviously, his meal was not because of Zhao Meng, but because of a voice in his head.

[Ding, the plant cultivation system is starting, host please wait...]