Accidentally pierced the sky

Lingmai, who has become a master, also spontaneously opened up her talent for talking: "I beg you to let me survive, Maimai must be obedient and be a smart, cute and non-problematic little cute pet!"

Su Han: "..." Don't just add drama to yourself!What the hell is wheat?Who would take a Lingmai plant as a pet?

I don't know who I learned this Lingmai from, and I just opened my mouth: "A word from my lord, wheat goes up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, and will never hesitate to die. It is absolutely loyal, absolutely caring, and 100% reliable!"

There are ghosts only if they are reliable.

But Su Han looked it up and down, and really put out the idea of ​​"humane destruction".

He said in a deep voice, "Short."

"Received!" Lingmai shrank back from the cloud with a whoosh, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared with a puff.

Su Han: Run away?

"My lord!" A childish voice came from below, Su Han lowered his head and saw a round and chubby little thing.

The Lingmai actually turned into a grain of wheat, round and as big as a palm, with a light brown body that is crystal clear, round and cute like a small jewel, with two pinches of green buds sprouting from the top of the head, and a pair of big eyes below are more watery, And at the bottom, there is actually a very foul little cloud floating...

A bewildering blush floated onto his cheeks, and Su Han took a deep breath: "Okay..." He shut his mouth abruptly, and finally didn't say the word "cute".

Lingmai shook the two stumps above her head: "What else do you want, sir? Please feel free to mention it. Whether it's saving lives, healing the wounded, killing people or setting fires, Maimai can do everything!"

"Don't be so troublesome." Su Han cleared his throat and said again: "...I won't be your master either, but before I let you go, I need your help."

As soon as Lingmai heard that he would not die, his eyes immediately brightened: "Sir, please tell me!"

Su Han looked away slightly, not meeting the big watery eyes: "I have a seed here, please help me ripen it." He took out another spiritual wheat seed.

Never expecting it to be such a simple matter, Lingmai excitedly said: "Please leave it to me!"

This spiritual wheat has become refined, although its cultivation is not high, but because it absorbs Su Han's spiritual power, its aptitude and comprehension are extremely high. It should be a trivial matter to ripen a plant of spiritual wheat.

Mai Mai patted her chest and said, "My lord, go and rest, the task will definitely be completed in three hours!"

Su Han looked at the smooth movement of the aura of the fat grain of wheat, and felt that there was nothing to worry about, so he simply bent down to lift up the sleepy Shen Xiaoyun, and carried him to the wooden bed in the room.

Putting down the young man, just when he was about to pull off the quilt to cover him, a chilly voice sounded beside him: "This kid looks pretty good."

Su Han's movements paused slightly, he glanced at the corner of his eyes, and saw the young man floating in mid-air.

His hair was pulled back from his forehead, his forehead was clean, his nose bridge was straight, his thin chin was raised slightly, even if he changed his appearance, he was still rebellious.

Su Han withdrew his gaze: "Don't make up his mind."

The corners of Su Bing's mouth lightly raised, and he stood with his chest folded: "You care about him so much, could it be..."

Su Han frowned slightly: "I don't like men."

"I like it." Su Bing stared at him from behind.

Su Han finally turned around, slightly raised his head to look at the boy who was taller than him because of the suspension: "I'm not you."

He said this very slowly, not the slowness of slamming every word, but firmly and persistently, like a mountain that is slowly pressing down: thick and unresistable.

A gleam of red light flashed in Su Bing's eyes, and he suddenly approached him. It was obviously just a wisp of soul body, but his aura was as sharp as a sharp sword, and seemed to be able to split this majestic giant mountain.

Su Han looked at him without blinking.

Su Bing smiled suddenly, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, with an unspeakable evil spirit in his unruly: "I'm not you either."

It's a very weird picture.

In the simple wooden house, two identical teenagers looked at each other. They looked at each other and only had eyes for each other, but their expressions were completely different.

A devil lurking in the middle of the night, with a beguiling smile and dangerous lights in his eyes.

Another vast and clear sky is obviously indifferent and deserted, but it has a shockingly powerful tolerance.

Is this the same person?

Any bystander will say: no.

But only they know that they are one person, one real person, the only difference is: one of them resists the instinct, the other follows the instinct.

In the end, Su Bing took a step back: "Okay, let's continue your good friend game."

He raised his lips, and suddenly smiled ambiguously, "I will comfort you when you cry."

Su Han's eyebrows jumped: "There won't be such a day."

Su Bing glanced at the sleeping Shen Xiaoyun, and opened her thin lips lightly: "I hope."

Su Han returned to his yard, took a rest after a brief wash.

The next day, he woke up according to the time, and he wanted to see how the lingmai was being stimulated before Shen Xiaoyun woke up.

Not long after, he arrived at Shen Xiaoyun's residence, opened the door and entered, and seeing the scene in front of him, the veins on Su Han's forehead twitched.

Fat Mai Li shook Duya, his face full of excitement: "My lord! I have completed what you told me!" His eyes were shining brightly, and he looked like a puppy begging for rewards.

"Although it's not as powerful as an adult, Xiaomai has already tried his best!"

Fat Maili is really working hard. He knows that Su Han is great, and he doesn't expect to meet Su Han's requirements, but he dare not slack off. I don't have any aura left!

Su Han stared at the three-story Lingmai in front of him, wanting to hit someone very much.

Fat Maili noticed Su Han's demeanor, and couldn't help asking anxiously: "That...isn't it tall enough?" He was very distressed. Compared with the adults who broke through the clouds, his mere three feet is really inconspicuous, but There's no way, he can only do this.

Thinking of this, Fat Maili suddenly felt that he had screwed up, the mission had failed, and his life must be in danger.

Su Han's stomach was full of anger, but when he turned his head and saw these two stunned buds shaking and trembling, their big eyes were full of water vapor, and the fat wheat grains were about to fall from tears, and suddenly... was cute.

He held his forehead and sighed: "Let's go."

Fat Mai Li was stunned.

Su Han didn't look at him: "Leave this yard."

Fat Maili said pleasantly: "Mimai's mission is completed?"

Su Han nodded heavily.

The fat wheat grain was excited, but before it had time to say another word, its body was already lightened, and it had already changed its place when it landed again.

Su Han's voice appeared in his head: "Stay there, don't run around."

Fat Wheat Li stood at attention and saluted: "Got it!"

Su Han didn't pay attention to him anymore, because at this time the door of the wooden house opened, and Shen Xiaoyun, who had slept all night, woke up.

The young man's face was calm, showing no signs of distress, and he had obviously accepted the fact that the mission had failed.

But when he saw the scene in the yard in front of him clearly, his eyes slowly opened wide, and his expression was full of surprise.

"This, this..." How could there be such tall spiritual wheat in his spiritual field?It's three feet high!This is too scary!

Shen Xiaoyun saw Su Han at a glance, and exclaimed: "Ah Han, you planted this?" When he asked, he also knew that he had said something stupid.

How can this be?Thirty feet high, even the foundation ancestor couldn't do it!

Su Han opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I still want to ask how you did it, to ripen the Lingmai to such a degree in one night..."

Shen Xiaoyun circled Lingmai three times, looked at it again and again and said, "I didn't do this."

Su Han said solemnly: "Who else is there besides you? This is your spiritual field."

Shen Xiaoyun smiled bitterly: "It's really not me, don't say I'm exhausted..."

Su Han raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Shen Xiaoyun paused for a moment, then retracted the words when he reached the tip of his tongue. He kept the fact that he exhausted his spiritual energy from Su Han yesterday, and now he almost slipped his mouth...

Su Han walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "You are really talented and capable, I am convinced."

Shen Xiaoyun is a sincere child: "This is really not..."

"Okay, don't be humble." Su Han interrupted him, "It's getting late, go and hand in the task."

Shen Xiaoyun couldn't explain clearly, but under Su Han's urging, he had no choice but to harvest the Lingmai, put it in a Qiankun bag and went to Zhonggu with Su Han.

Zhonggu is very lively, disciples from the middle and lower six peaks will come here to pick up or hand in quests.

As soon as Shen Xiaoyun and Su Han appeared, all the disciples cast their eyes in curiosity, surprise or understanding.

It's not that Shen Xiaoyun and Su Han are eye-catching, it's their black shirts that catch the eye.

In Jiuxuanzong, disciples of the extreme peak wear purple clothes, white shirts for the upper peak, green shirts for the middle peak, and gray shirts for the lower peak, while black is exclusive to the thirteen peaks.

The Thirteen Peaks had no new disciples in the past two years, so when they suddenly saw someone wearing a black shirt, they all raised their eyes.

Especially Shen Xiaoyun, who was supposed to be the arrogance of the extreme peak, willingly fell to the abandoned peak, and has long been the object of gossip for half of the Longzhong Mountain Range. Seeing this deity now, how can he not be curious?

"Are they here to hand in the mission?"

"Is it the first task of getting started? It should be planting spiritual wheat. I don't know how it is."

"The young master of the rich family is different. I guess the crops are put in the Qiankun bag. The first time I took the planting task, I carried it with bare hands. The three-foot-high Lingmai is not easy to handle."

"Senior brother is amazing, three feet tall is enough to be rated as a middle grade!"

"It's normal. I was in the same period as Gongsun Ji. Back then, he took out a ten-foot-high Lingmai. It was really scary!"

"One foot high!" Surrounded by gasps of admiration, there were voices of admiration, "You are worthy of being the proud son of Shangfeng! It's really amazing. An ordinary lingering wheat plant can grow up in just three days. Ripe it to a height of ten feet!"

"Yes, this is the highest record in the history of the sect. Gongsun Ji is really not an ordinary genius."

"I don't know what kind of spiritual wheat this young master of the Shen family, who doesn't look down on Jifeng, can come up with..."

Everyone stayed around with the mentality of watching the show until Su Han took out his Lingmai from the Qiankun bag.

The steward in charge of the assessment task suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Lingmai, one foot and three inches long, top grade!"