Cultivate with an African God

He was so fulfilling, so invincible, at that time, he never thought that one day he would suddenly stagnate, or even be defeated by someone who had hardly defeated him before.Repeated battles and repeated defeats.

There is an uncle among them, the favorite saying is "Because you don't love enough" - sword learning is not good, it is "Because you don't love enough", and the competition is failed, it is "Because you You don't love enough", even when you get hungry while practicing sword, it's because you don't love enough.

It's just that Zhong Zijin never thought that his love was not enough.

His heart for swordsmanship can be learned from the world, and the sun and the moon can show it.He has been practicing sword for more than five years, and he is accompanied by the sword every day, and he has never felt bored for a moment.His life was nothing more than learning to practice swords and competing with swords, and he didn't feel bad for a moment.

He derives more happiness from swordplay than anything else.

It's just that he finally met the key.

Brother Xia said that he has too much instinct and too little thinking in his swordsmanship.

One of his friends, also his senior brother, is extremely smart and calm. From one sword move, he can calculate the next ten or hundreds of steps. Winners and losers.He respects the opponent very much, but he never thought of imitating him—since he can win by relying on his feeling for the sword, why bother thinking about it?

Brother Xia said that he relied too much on talent, he really... didn't use his brain much when he took the sword, so he naturally had an instinctive reaction to strike for him.

However, he lost to Senior Brother Xia overnight.

Recalling the fact that he was unable to break through to the soul refining stage, he wondered if his talent had been overdrawn by his willful behavior?

What should he do in the future?

Mu Xinghe has rarely seen such a confused Zhong Zijin—ever since he knew Zhong Zijin, he has seen Zhong Zijin as a little sword idiot who is always immersed in his own world, and because he is indeed young and talented, he looks high-spirited and confident.

Mu Xinghe is not very good at persuading others, he thought for a while, then asked suddenly: "Do you want to break through?"

He saw Zhong Zijin smiled: "Probably... the problem is not the breakthrough? I just don't quite understand..."

Zhong Zijin unconsciously pulled out the grass on the ground, and the ground was bald by him: "Breakthrough can make me stronger, and it can also allow me to win more people who I couldn't win before, but that is meaningless. I was thinking about The matter of my sword—I just want to know if my talent is really used up, what should I do in the future? Did I feel sorry for it when I did that before? I tried to think, But even you say it's outrageous."

In fact, Mu Xinghe has always felt that those who have not improved in cultivation for a long time may have mediocre talents and are not the material to learn this thing, or they may not be enthusiastic enough about what they have learned and use, and it is difficult to find the fun in it. Stand still.

But Zhong Zijin is different. He is talented and loves his sword almost with all his heart, but he still encounters difficulties in his practice.

It turns out that practice is such a difficult thing.

How long can talent stay with you?

Mu Xinghe seldom thought about such questions, so he patted Zhong Zijin on the shoulder again: "I didn't bring wine in, otherwise I should have a few drinks with you now."

Zhong Zijin finally cheered up when he heard the wine, and put down the grass leaves that had been mauled badly in his hand: "Next time we go to drink, don't forget."

"Okay, let's get started," Mu Xinghe remembered the unbearable past when he carried Zhong Zijin back to the inn as if he was in a coma after drinking, and his head hurt a little, "Let's go, find Xingluoya, if it doesn't work, I will take you to break through."

It was already midnight when they set off.

Mu Xinghe didn't intend to rest. Tonight the sky is high and the clouds are light. Although the stars in the sky are not brilliant, they are still passable. In the rainy spring weather, such a night is very rare.

The star buds are not far from where they are. It is a mountain wall, which is wet to the touch, and many vines are climbing on it.Among the jagged vines, there are a few humble ferns interspersed.

Mu Xinghe squinted his eyes and stared at it for a while, then suddenly said: "I know why it takes three or two. It's not easy for this Xingluoya to gather three or two..."

Among the slender and thin ferns, only one or two sprouted occasionally. The sprouts were very small, and had a color close to the night, so they could hardly be seen clearly at night.Only under the starlight, there are tiny reflections similar to stars.

The two picked along the mountain wall all the way, and finally got together at dawn.He wrapped them in leaves and still handed them over to Zhong Zijin for safekeeping.

Mu Xinghe looked back and saw that the area was almost completely swept away by them. Now he could see some fairy birds and beasts walking in the forest. Even Zhong Zijin knew the rare medicinal materials, and he could faintly hear the sound of water, and he knew that he was already very close to the center of this Jade Spring Valley.

"How many days have we been here?" Mu Xinghe turned his head and asked.

Zhong Zijin recalled: "Three days?"

"Today is the only time left for us. If we can't find any clues about Huaimengcao today, we have to turn around and go out immediately." Mu Xinghe gritted his teeth, "Although I'm a bit reconciled, it's a bit strange here, it's not good wait."

There are too many strange things in this Jade Spring Valley, and they have gone too deep—to the point where no one can be seen anymore. If there is no gain, you can only leave.

Mu Xinghe walked across a sloping field, and saw a stream, the water was gurgling, and the bottom could be seen clearly.Even when Mu leaned over, he saw small fish writhing in the water.

Mu Xinghe went up against the current, and saw a white deer by the stream, he seemed not afraid of people, until Zhong Zijin wanted to touch its head, he realized something was wrong, and ran away in a hurry.

Mu Xinghe followed the stream around a few bends and walked to the sky, but he didn't find any news about Huaimengcao.He thought about it for a long time, and tried hard to recall "Taiyi Qingfeng", "Zhan Yue Broken Star" and even Mei Tingxue's talisman book, but he didn't recall even a single word of description.

He thought hard and couldn't find the answer, and after another day of sleepless nights, eating and drinking, he was finally a little tired.Passing by a jujube-like tree, he jumped up and grabbed a big jujube. Seeing Zhong Zijin, they couldn't collect anything because they were on their way, so they followed him with their swords in their arms, lost in thought.

Mu Xinghe thought for a while, went to the stream to wash the jujube in his hands, washed his knife, broke the jujube in half, and handed it to Zhong Zijin: "Come here."

Zhong Zijin took it without hesitation and took a bite, but after taking a bite, his face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and he complained, "You're going to kill me!"

Seeing the other party's reaction like this, Mu Xinghe carefully bit the half of the date, the bitter taste flooded his taste buds like a sea tide - my mother, why did it taste like this!

Mu Xinghe poohed a few times, then quickly threw away the extremely bitter jujube, and forcefully explained: "This jujube, according to its size, color, and plumpness, should be a ripe fruit, an ordinary ripe fruit. It won’t be so unpalatable! It’s the dates that are wrong, not me!”

Zhong Zijin's chrysanthemum face hadn't stretched yet, he only mumbled a few times, and hurried to the stream, drinking water frantically.

After this episode, Mu Xinghe finally realized that he was hungry. Fortunately, he had enough food, so he took out the dry food and started eating slowly.However, he walked for another afternoon without finding any clues.

They have already traveled all the way to the depths of Yuquan Valley. There is a lush grassland beside the stream, which rarely grows any medicinal herbs. In Mu Xinghe's eyes, there is only one kind of grass in that grassland. The leaves are very small, like fir leaves the same.

When they stepped into the grass, they suddenly felt the breeze coming, and a trace of coolness came to them with the breeze from all around.

Mu Xinghe's footsteps stopped.

His complexion suddenly changed a few times, and he lost his voice: "My God..."

At this moment, he understood what was under his feet.

At the same time, he had already thought of what Huaimengcao was.

Mu Xinghe still had a little uncertainty in his heart, he turned his head suddenly, and said to Zhong Zijin, "Take me back!"

Zhong Zijin was puzzled, but still had no doubts about his decision, walked in front of him obediently, and led him back.

Mu Xinghe's steps stopped in front of the tree bearing extremely bitter jujubes.

He looked around, broke off a relatively thick branch, and cut it into a wooden knife with a small knife a few times, then rushed up the tree and picked a few dates.

The wooden knife broke open the dates, and the juice dyed the wooden knife a dark color.He took a bite, frowned, and quickly stretched it out again. He casually threw away the piece just now, and peeled off another piece for Zhong Zijin.

Although Mu Xinghe would sometimes call Zhong Zijin a fool, he would not be so foolish as to think that Mu Xinghe came back on purpose to feel the bitter nightmare again, there must be something strange about it.He took a bite and yelled, "Sour!"

Mu Xinghe didn't say a word, took out his knife again, cut a piece for Zhong Zijin, and said: "Don't be so bold, just lick it a little bit."

Zhong Zijin licked it obediently, but still had a bitter face: "Why did it become bitter again..."

Mu Xinghe was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, throwing the two dates in his hand alternately, like a juggler.

"We need to start with the piece of grass just now." Mu Xinghe motioned Zhong Zijin to sit down as well, holding onto the two dates. "I know that kind of grass. I just remembered its name. It's called Yingliang." Grass, in the past, someone had a meeting with guests in summer, and there were many cool grasses in the courtyard, so the courtyard became cool and pleasant in summer.”

Zhong Zijin sat down after him, but he was far away from those fruits, and seemed unwilling to touch them any more.

Mu Xinghe put the fruit on the ground, and continued: "I know this tree and that kind of grass in the same book. The book says that this tree is called Qilian Immortal Tree. In fact, its original taste may not be Such a nightmare, if there is bamboo here, I will cut a bamboo knife and cut the fruit, it will taste sweet."

"If you cut it with a bamboo knife, it will be sweet, if you cut it with an iron knife, it will be bitter, if you cut it with a wooden knife, it will be sour, and if you cut it with a reed knife, it will be pungent." Came back to make sure.

And when he confirmed that it was Yingliang grass, he almost immediately remembered what Huaimeng grass was.

He had never thought of this level before.

——Because whether it is the Yingliang grass, the Qilian fairy tree, or the Huaimeng grass, they should not be things of this world.

This is also the reason why he thought hard before, recalling all the books he had read in this world but could not find any clues. He never thought that the Dream Grass needed by Shang Chuiyu would be recorded in his previous world. , and plants that are not recorded anywhere in the world.

He really didn't expect that the plant with such a strange name appeared in the records of his previous world, not this cultivation world full of various surreal powers.In fact, there are probably many plants in this world that he has seen and recognized in the original world. He did not expect such legendary things to appear in this world.

In other words, the preconceived impression made him almost miss the clues that were almost sent to him for nothing.

He saw that those names were in a book called "Night Sailing Boat", which had 120 volumes, contained more than [-] categories, and more than [-] words. department.

If it wasn't because he was thinking about it, Huaimengcao should have been recognized earlier than he recognized Yingliangcao and Qilian fairy tree - because there is a pretty charming story behind this grass, Huaimengcao, Huaizhi can dream of it People have more memories than Yingliang grass and Qilian fairy tree.

"Zhonghuo has vanilla, like cattail, red in color, shrinking into the ground during the day, sprouting in the middle of the night, pregnant with its grass, knowing the likes and dislikes of dreams. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty thought of Mrs. Li, Dongfang Shuo presented it. Emperor Huaizhi, that is, dreamed of Mrs. Because of the name Huaimengcao."

"The thing I'm looking for was born in the mountains, and it looks like cattail grass." Mu Xinghe turned his head and gestured to Zhong Zijin for the size he imagined. "It's red, so it should be more conspicuous."

Zhong Zijin got the information, stood up resolutely, and was about to search, but Mu Xinghe pulled his sleeves. Mu Xinghe leaned his body on the Qilian fairy tree, covered the sun with one hand, looked up at him, and said slowly: " Let's rest for a while, this thing hides in the ground during the day and will come out after midnight, so there is no rush."

Mu Xinghe's body has not yet congealed his pulse, so his tolerance is naturally much worse than that of Zhong Zijin.He had been trekking almost all day and night without taking a break, but now that he wanted to take a nap, he yawned several times, tilted his head, and fell asleep.