The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

The ivy leaves trembled slightly, and the luster of the wood was disordered. Qi Zhao could clearly feel its painful emotions.

Qi Zhao knew that someone was going to punish him.

Lingzhi came in after a lot of selection in the rank assessment of Zhiling Temple, and with the help of the city lord's mansion, there would be no vegetation with damaged veins, which was obviously done after he extracted it.

This person's heart is dark enough, and the spiritual power in the vegetation with damaged veins is rioting due to pain. If the spirit is forcibly crossed at this time, it will exhaust the spiritual power to attack the monks. Most of it was damaged.

What will happen to Lingzhi in the floating world after his bloodline is damaged, you can know from the previous Qi Yu.

Qi Zhao thought about these things clearly, but rather than being angry, he was more worried about the ivy leaves in front of him that were forcibly broken by Bai Yuan because of his personal grievances.

Ivy Leaf had already let out a small choked sound because of the pain.

Qi Zhao squatted down carefully beside it, Qingtengye's voice was full of panic: "What do you want to do?"

Cao Mu, who failed to cross the spiritual stage, was counted according to his age, but in fact he was just a milk baby. He was afraid, but he couldn't protect himself.

Qi Zhao looked distressed, and the spiritual power gathered in his palms again, and he moved towards its wooden body. Qingtengye remembered the tingling sensation when he was touched by the light before, and just about to avoid it, he listened to the sound in front of him. The man opened his mouth in a very gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

Perhaps because his voice was too gentle, Qingtengye paused and did not continue to hide.The scattered white light slowly enveloped it, and it subconsciously stiffened its branches and leaves. After a while, it didn't feel any pain.

There is a warm feeling that it likes slowly swimming through the veins, and the previous pain faded a lot in an instant.

The green vine leaves slowly stretched out the branches and leaves, rubbed Qi Zhao's hand kindly, and said in a childish voice, "Mmm...thank you."

Probably because he yelled at Qi Zhao before, but now he is still a little shy.

Qi Zhao smiled and continued to repair its veins.Because it wasn't Chen Shang, the person who injured it shouldn't have a high level of cultivation, and the degree of damage was much lighter than the Ling Zhi picked up by Qi Zhao before, so it wasn't difficult to repair.

Pale light spots surrounded him and the ivy leaves, gradually spinning.

Everyone on the high platform in all directions is carefully saving the spirits of the grass and trees in front of them, and their every move is being watched by the people on the high place behind.

Wei Zhoumu sat there, his eyes fixed on Qi Zhao's side from the beginning to the end, and Fu Yicheng, who was also a seventh-rank Lingzhi master with him, couldn't help but joked: "Don't look, isn't it? A little apprentice? As for it?"

Old Wei glanced at him unhurriedly: "There are a lot of old people who don't even have an apprentice, so don't talk too much."

Fu Yicheng: "..."

He turned his head away and looked towards Qi Zhao. To be honest, he also felt that Wei Zhoumu had a good eye for picking people. With so many spiritual planters around, he could see that the spiritual power around Qi Zhao was the gentlest. The branches and leaves are also stretched the most.

This represents Cao Mu's trust in the cultivator. The higher the trust level, the greater the chance of success in crossing the spirit, and the better the spirit of Lingzhi will naturally be.

How much of Qi Zhaoduling's green vine leaf's final spirit can be obtained?Fu Yicheng suddenly looked forward to it.

……

The bell in the Planting Spirit Hall rang three times, and in the steady voice, practitioners had stepped down from the high platform one after another.

Some people succeeded in crossing their spirits, while others could not be tolerated by the grass and trees after several times, so they had to give up in frustration.

The veins of the ivy wood finally healed in the lingering sound of the bell.

Its leaves shook, and after the pleasant surprise, he touched Qi Zhao worriedly: "Um... are you still in time?"

If the crossing of the spirit is not successful after the bell rings five times, he will be out by default, and it is almost impossible for Qi Zhao to complete the crossing of the spirit in the remaining time.

At this time, Qi Zhao didn't expect anything in his heart anymore. Although he was disappointed, he still smiled gently: "It's okay if it's too late, and next year, as long as you're okay."

Qingtengye glanced at him guiltily: "Come on, maybe it will be fine."

Qi Zhao hummed, and channeled the spiritual power in, the pale light penetrated into its veins, and it went on smoothly without any hindrance.

"Is it possible to do this in time?"

Qingtengye asked in a low voice, the first time it endured the spirit crossing, it was actually very scared, but it still tried to open up its veins so that Qi Zhao's spirit crossing could be faster.

Qi Zhao's eyes softened, he nodded, and manipulated his spiritual power to probe down. Qingtengye was indeed trying his best to help him, and even when he reached the node, he resisted not moving.

The crossing spirit soon reached a deeper place, and more than a dozen light spots appeared in front of the eyes. Different colors represent different attributes. The cultivator has to choose a light spot for crossing the spirit based on his perception of vegetation. If the perception is correct, everyone will be happy. If it is not correct, it is easy to be rejected by plants.

Qi Zhao suddenly realized the benefits of being able to talk to Cao Mu, lowered his head and asked, "What attribute do you want to choose?"

"I grew up by the lake, and I want to choose water!"

The white light under Qi Zhao's palm condensed into a line, and quickly moved towards the light blue spot. The light blue spot was slowly surrounded by spiritual power, and was led by the line to a circular spot at the deepest point. The depression moved over.

Fall, fit perfectly.

Tiny vines appeared around it, firmly fixing it there.

"when--"

When the fifth bell rang, Qi Zhao withdrew his hand, watching the light blue light condense around the ivy leaves in front of him, slowly shaking with its leaves, gentle and beautiful.

Wei Zhoumu at the back finally relaxed his tense hands, Qi Zhao smiled at him, touched the leaves of the ivy leaves, got up and got off the high platform.

Many people were already standing below, waiting nervously.

The people from Planting Spirit Hall went up, checked the situation of the plants and trees' crossing spirits, and reported them one after another.

"No.17 Li Qing, crossing the spirit, the grass and trees, the Moonflower, succeeds, and the spirit is [-]%."

"Number 21 Zhou Yuanchen, crossing the spirit grass Shennong grass, success, [-]% of the spirit."

"No. 39 Chen Bai, crossing the spirit, grass, trees and Taotie flowers, failed."

"..."

After a stick of incense, Qi Zhao finally heard his name.

"No. 71 Qi Zhao, crossing the spirit grass and green vine leaves, success, Yunling... [-]%!"

There was an instant commotion all around.

What is the concept of [-]% Yunling?The preparations for the level assessment of the Planting Spirit Hall are all vegetation with [-]% of the spirit. After crossing the spirit, everyone knows that the Yunling will be damaged. Back then, Fu Yicheng lost [-]% and was hailed as an inexhaustible talent. Now Qi Zhao is not damaged at all!

Fu Yicheng stood up suddenly: "Old man Wei, I want your little apprentice, will you give it?"

Wei Zhoumu was also shocked when he first heard it, but when he recovered, he heard Fu Yicheng say this, and snorted: "Don't think about it, this is my closed disciple, what should I do if I gave it to you?"

Fu Yicheng was stunned: "Are you serious?"

Wei Zhoumu had never had an apprentice before, but what he said today meant that Qi Zhao would be his only apprentice.

He put all the glory and inheritance of his life on Qi Zhao.

"Is this kind of thing still possible?"

Wei Zhoumu glanced at him, heard that the announcement below was over, and smiled: "Okay, it's time for us to go down."

With that said, he stood up, straightened his robe, and walked down.

Those who failed the rank assessment have already been invited out, and the rest stood on the high platform in the center of the Hall of Planting Spirits with a little excitement on their faces.

Elder Lin stood at the front, looked around them, and opened his mouth with a smile.

"Congratulations, my children, being able to stand here proves that you have finally lived up to the efforts of the past many years. At the same time, it also means that you will embark on a more difficult path from now on."

"You will encounter many things, whether good or bad, joy or sorrow, some of which can be overcome by gritting your teeth, and some of which are easy to let people down, no matter what, I hope you can be like the first time, Know what you want, be open and aboveboard, and stand upright."

After all, he paused, his voice firm and steady.

"And finally, I want to tell you that no matter what you encounter in the future, the Planting Spirit Hall will always be your home!"

It may sound hypocritical to others, but everyone present has come through the most difficult time step by step, and they can empathize with it the most. Now that they hear it, there is heat in their eyes.

The same goes for Qi Zhao.

Seeing their reactions in his eyes, Elder Lin smiled gently and said, "You still have a long way to go. I think you need a teacher to take you forward. Who can be the lucky one today?" People, it depends on your good fortune."

Because of his words, everyone turned their heads and looked to the left. There, nine old men walked over slowly, all of whom were well-known spirit planters in the world of floating life.

Qi Zhao saw Mr. Wei at a glance, and pinched the corner of his clothes nervously. Mr. Wei smiled at him comfortingly. His little finger ticked quietly when others were not paying attention. Qi Zhao understood what Mr. Wei meant.

There are a lot of things to worry about when you are young, so don't be afraid.

Qi Zhao couldn't help laughing, and stood quietly.

After looking at it for so long, I already know who I want to accept as my disciples. The old people who came here are not procrastinators. They said their names straightforwardly. Those who were selected stood behind them with a look of surprise. People are full of disappointment.

Soon, the first few elders all chose disciples, followed by Wei Zhoumu and Fu Yicheng.

They are all seventh-level spiritual planters.

The tension on everyone's faces was even worse than before, and the people standing beside Qi Zhao came over with a little excited voice: "It's Mr. Wei and Mr. Fu!"

Qi Zhao understood him, he felt the same way when he first met Wei Lao.

The tense atmosphere around reached its peak when Fu Yicheng shook his head and said that he would not choose anyone. All eyes were on Wei Zhoumu, nervousness mixed with anticipation, slightly shining.

Old Wei's face was still calm, he smiled slightly, then raised his head, and opened his mouth word by word.

"Wei Zhoumu of Wanjing City, is willing to accept Qi Zhao as a closed disciple. All the learning and glory of my life will be inherited by him from now on."

A ghost who has not lost his spiritual power after crossing the soul.

The only disciple of the seventh-level spiritual planter.

The name Qi Zhao was heard twice today, and it brought more shock each time.

The eyes of all the people present moved from Wei Zhoumu to Qi Zhao. Wei Zhoumu walked up to him, and hung a wooden sign in front of Qi Zhao: "If you want, you can take it."

The wooden sign is still the one he gave to Qi Zhao before, it was taken away yesterday, and it was sent back today to tell everyone that he is my only disciple of Wei Zhoumu, and I will give him the greatest protection.

Qi Zhao actually doesn't like crying very much, because in the orphanage, crying will only bring more unscrupulous bullying, but now, looking at Wei Zhoumu who is smiling gently in front of him, he suddenly feels his nose sour and his eyes blurred.

He took the wooden sign and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, looked at Wei Zhoumu seriously, and called out with a choked voice: "Teacher."

Wei Zhoumu's brows were soft, and he rubbed his hair with a smile: "Why are you so useless? You're all crying."

Qi Zhao bowed his head in embarrassment, and followed Elder Wei, and everyone's eyes moved to follow, but they were soon attracted by the elders behind him.

The tense atmosphere pervaded again, but it had nothing to do with Qi Zhao. Qi Zhao stood behind Wei Lao, talking to him in a low voice.

He raised his head abruptly, and saw Bai Yuan, standing there, before he could look away, all the undisguised jealousy and malice fell into Qi Zhao's eyes.

Qi Zhao frowned, and suddenly thought of the damage to the veins of the ivy leaves before. After thinking about it, he lowered his head: "Teacher."

Elder Wei looked at him.

The fear and helplessness when the ivy veins were damaged and the possible consequences of the exposure of the vein repair ability were entangled in Qi Zhao's heart. After a while, his eyes became firm and he said.

"I have something I want to tell you."