I swept the two worlds of interstellar cultivation

In the middle of the night, Mu Shuru, who was soundly asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

After the meeting was restored to its original state, his cultivation base also returned, and he could hear every movement around him, and the movement in the yard was not only the first one sending spiritual energy.

Previously, the first capital was to transport aura in the secret realm. There is a steady stream of rich aura in the secret realm, which can be inexhaustible, but Mu Shuru is always worried that taking too much will affect the growth and transformation of other creatures in the secret realm.

Therefore, occasionally, Xiaofen will take Shoushou to the secret world to absorb spirits.

There are no humans or monsters within a hundred miles of the secret land, and there are abundant aura resources in the vast land. The aura for the master's yard and the residences of Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang is less than a drop in the bucket.

In the past two nights, after Mu Shuru didn't absorb spiritual energy as madly as before, the little robot only needs to send it once or twice a night, not so frequently.

And now, it's more than just a little robot.

Mu Shuru immediately got up and got out of bed, and went downstairs with Wuwu, and saw several little robots appearing in the lake with little flowers in their arms.

On the other side of the lake, Xiaofen jumped anxiously, and pushed Sansan down again.

The little robot couldn't understand what it was saying, but Mu Shuru and Wuwu could, and Mu Shuru's heart ached, "Come here quickly, Xiao Hei! Come here, all of you!"

"Um!"

Mu Shu counted and found that besides Xiao Hei who was about to come, there was also Xiao Mu who hadn't come.

He paced back and forth by the lake, no matter which direction he looked at, he didn't see Xiaomu. Thinking of the scene where Xiaomu was smashed by the cold and dry last time, he couldn't help turning pale and anxious, "Where is Xiaomu?"

They haven't found Xiaomu yet, and Xiaofen has already sensed that Hangan has appeared in the secret realm.

Mu Shuru's pale face made the robot cover the lake water.

Before, just in case, the master copied the bottom of the lake in other places in the lake and made a cover to cover this side so that the lake water does not look strange.

Mu Shuru sat quietly by the lake, even though he knew that Xiaomu would not die, he couldn't help worrying.

Umm, I didn't dare to speak, for fear of being heard by that villain, and the little robots were also sitting by the lake, silent.

None of them knew what was going to happen over there.

In addition to Xiaomu, there is Mushu wet water house, small beds, small sofas, and small wooden barrels for the little robots. Fortunately, some of them took back their small cushions.

There are also small vegetable gardens, small orchards and small gardens.

What is gratifying is that the little robots always remember Mu Shuru's words, they must take good care of and protect Xiaohua, when they jump over, they hug Xiaohua, some Xiaohua can come over, and those who cannot come over are also stuffed into the box.

Mu Shuru took out the little flowers in the box and let little lily of the valley take care of them first.

When Xiao Hua came, Mu Shuru didn't have to worry that they would be in danger there, but he also had to worry about the lack of aura here, so that he wouldn't be able to successfully pass through the critical period of enlightening his wisdom.

Mu Shuru sat by the lake and pinched his fingers, feeling restless.

Why bother?

When Mu Shuru pinched his slender, white fingers until they turned red, his body warmed up, and a coat was draped over his body, on which was the familiar and reassuring scent of Jing Xinglan.

Mu Shuru looked up and saw Jing Xinglan standing behind him, operating something on the optical brain.

After autumn, the temperature difference between day and night on the planet Kari is huge. During the day it is still unbearably hot, but at night it is already chilly. Jing Xinglan's clothes are wrapped around Mu Shuru's body. He only has a thin shirt left on his body, soaking in the cool air. Under the bright moonlight, it looks extraordinarily thin.

Jing Xinglan stood there, the same as the night when he thought that Xiaomu was dead, he secretly made a protective box for roses, and when he looked up, he saw it.

Mu Shuru suddenly felt relieved.

With the master around, Xiaomu will not die.

He still has spiritual power and spiritual stones, and the little flowers will definitely develop their spiritual wisdom smoothly.

"Look." Jing Xinglan lowered his head and said to Mu Shuru, reminding Mu Shuru not to look at him anymore, but to look at the lake.

Although he enjoyed the way Mu Shuru looked at him very much, there was complete trust in it.

Mu Shuru followed Jing Xinglan's line of sight, turned his head to look at the lake, and clearly saw the quiet secret place.

Mu Shuru was anxious to say something, but Jing Xinglan interrupted him.

"Don't worry, it's one-way. One side can see that side, but the other side can't see this side. Don't worry, as long as our voice is quieter." Jing Xinglan pulled up a cushion and sat down next to Mu Shuru .

Mu Shuru nodded, feeling relieved.

They were so close that Mu Shuru could even feel the heat from Jing Xinglan's body.

Before he got bigger, Mu Shuru could still hug him, but after he got bigger, he became more reserved.

I can't hug anymore, so I should touch it, right?After all, it was agreed before that if he could really see the master, he would touch the master.

It doesn’t count when he was young, but after he grew up, he hasn’t touched it yet.

For some reason, Mu Shuru really wanted to touch him at this moment.

Mu Shuru moved his hands, obviously it was a good deal, but he didn't know why he was still a little nervous.

Mu Shu swallowed his saliva, moved his fingers little by little, little by little, and suddenly touched Jing Xinglan's warm fingers, he immediately shrank back like a mimosa.

Jing Xinglan didn't seem to feel it, she didn't move, she looked ahead, the secret area that she could see was quiet and empty, it seemed interesting, but her Adam's apple slid down quickly.

Mu Shuru also looked towards the lake, staring intently at his water house, but moved his hands again.

His fingers touched Jing Xinglan's again, this time before Mu Shuru could shrink back, Jing Xinglan flipped his hand and took Mu Shuru's hand.

Mu Shuru's hands are long and slender, but Jing Xinglan's palm is bigger, and he can easily wrap Mu Shuru's fingers, just like his clothes can wrap Mu Shuru.

Mu Shuru's fingers were slightly cold, warmed by the heat of Jing Xinglan's palm, the air outside the two hands was still cold, and the place where the hands were held together was already slightly moist.

Jing Xinglan didn't seem to know how to hold hands, the strength of the grip was heavy and light at times, but it was very steady.

A smile appeared on the corner of Mu Shuru's mouth, and he also squeezed it hard.

What he holds in his hand is the hand that created countless interstellar myths, the hand that created gods.

Or make him the hand of a small robot, and carve him the hand of "Mu Shuru".

Jing Xinglan turned her face slightly, so that Mu Shuru could not see the corners of his mouth that could not be suppressed.

What he holds in his hand is the fairy hand loved by all the stars, which refers to the hand that produces flowers and all good things.

It is also the hand that carefully applied the medicine to the ugliest scar on his face and wiped away the scar.

The two people's hands are held together, not separated, feeling each other's temperature, looking at the secret realm with peace of mind, and being able to see the situation over there is much better than not knowing anything.

Han Gan dragged Bu Yanbin, bent over and walked for an unknown amount of time at the entrance of the cave before appearing in the secret realm.

Han Gan had never been to the secret realm before, and when he realized it, he was much calmer than Bu Yanbin, and immediately began to search for it in the secret realm.

The secret realm is very large, and it is not easy to find someone, especially someone who intends to hide.

Han Gan put away his sword, easily carried Bu Yanbin in one hand, flew up, and flew slowly in the sky, listening to all directions and seeing all directions.

Wherever they passed, the little spirit beasts in the secret realm hid one after another, and the secret realm immediately became more quiet, only the rustling of leaves could be heard, and there was no trace of people at all.

When he saw the water house in the lake, his cold face, which had been dry for thousands of years, finally had a bit of warmth, and his eyes also became bright, and he fell on the floor in front of the house in the blink of an eye.

Bu Yanbin was thrown aside, Hangan tidied up his untidy clothes, opened his mouth, but froze again, he didn't know what to call it.

Han Gan knocked on the door, but there was no answer, the corners of his mouth were tightened, of course he could feel that there was no one here.

After great grief and joy when he knew that Mu Shuru might not be dead, he stood where Mu Shuru might appear. He looked fine, but in fact he was nervous and at a loss.

Han Gan didn't open the veil, he crossed the small wooden bridge and came to the field outside the small courtyard by the lake.

All kinds of flowers in the field are in full bloom, and they are well maintained. The ground maintains humidity, and the land on the other side has traces that have just been turned over, or something has just been pulled out.

There are many melons and fruits, and the grape trellises are beautifully set up. Each trellis is of the same thickness and length. There are sapphire or purple grapes hanging on it, and round watermelons are rolling all over the ground.

Han Gan didn't know what he thought of, the frost in his eyes dissipated, and he began to show warmth.

He walked on, out into the courtyard.There is a huge tree in the yard, the top of the tree is like a cloud like a cover, and petals have been falling on the ground, but there are not many petals accumulated on the ground, Hangan feels more at ease.

He walked into each house in the yard and saw the harvested grains, farm tools, etc., and there were several small beds in two houses.

The small bed was covered with a soft quilt, and he couldn't bear the cold and dryness, so he reached out and touched the quilt, which was very similar to Mu Shuru's clothes.

It took a long time for Hangan to come out of the small yard. He stood there for a while, suddenly his expression changed, and he appeared at the door, and saw the little puppet walking towards the door.

Although he was wearing clothes, he could tell at a glance that it was exactly the same as the puppet held by Mu Shuru last time and smashed into pieces by his sleeve.

At this time, the sky was about to dawn, and Xiaomu, who was carrying a basket of saponin rice, also saw the villain who had smashed himself to pieces.

Xiaomu ran away, but it was a pity that he couldn't grow two fast-rotating wheels under his feet like Xiao Hei, so he could only straighten his two short legs with great effort. After walking for a long time, he hit his dry legs.

Xiaomu tilted his head, giving up.

But it is not too afraid, the worst is to reproduce and change another shell.

The expected destruction did not appear, and the villain even brought it up.

Xiaomu didn't understand the brain circuit of this person, he took himself back to the yard and said to himself: "Don't run away."

After Xiaomu was put down, of course he had to run again. After running a few steps, he was sucked back by a force.

The villain frowned, Xiaomu thought, is he finally going to shoot himself "dead"?

Then he was put down again, Xiao Mu tilted his head and stopped running.

Can't run away.

"Where is Mu Shuru?" Han Gan asked mildly.

Xiaomu still tilted his head.

Knowing that the villain didn't seem to intend to "eliminate demons and defend the way", Xiaomu didn't run away, but he didn't talk to him. He took the small back basket on his back, sat in front of Hangan, and started peeling the saponin rice bark.

Mu Shuru taught it a lot, and he has become Mu Shuru's right-hand man when cooking. When Mu Shuru doesn't want to cook, it can also cook a meal.

It will also store ingredients when there is nothing to do.

Xiaomu carefully peeled off the saponin rice, and put the white skin of saponin rice into a small basket. It can be dried when the sun comes out, and it can be stored after drying. They have already stored a lot.

Hangan: "..."

For a hundred years, no one has been so leisurely in front of Han Gan, and it can even be said that he is ignoring him.

Hangan raised his hand slightly, and when he entered Danxintang in his mind, he saw Mu Shuru's sad expression at a glance, and slowly lowered his hand again.

He watched the puppet peel the saponin rice. The basket was very small, so it wouldn't take much time anyway.

Xiaomu finished peeling the saponin rice in the small back basket, his face was as cold and dry as frost, and just about to open his mouth, he saw Xiaomu took out a storage bag from the bottom of the back basket, and poured out a large pile of saponin.

Hangan: "..."

Hangan picked up Xiaomu, put away Xiaomu's pile of saponins, went outside the hut on the water, and put Xiaomu on the floor.

Xiao Mu tilted his head, moved to the edge of the board, and started peeling his saponin rice again facing the lake, as if nothing could stop him from peeling the saponin rice.

When Han Gan saw Mu Shuru's life records on the wooden wall, he hesitated for a moment, took them all out, and sat on the floor, flipping through them carefully, taking a long time to look at each one.

From the above, he learned about Mu Shuru, whom he knew almost nothing about, and looked for traces of Mu Shuru.

The clear handwriting on the paper, the words full of childishness, the delicious food that is pleasing to the eye, and occasionally Mu Shuru appears on it.

Han Gan didn't understand how those square and square paintings could be painted so miraculously that they were indistinguishable from the real thing. Mu Shuru was full of mysteries that he didn't understand, and a heart that yearned for beauty that he never knew.

Han Gan turned to a sheet, and it said, "Xiaomu is back!"

Below is a drawing of a puppet. The puppet in the painting tilted its head and looked up, just as he had just seen.

With only a few words, Han Gan could imagine how happy he was, how happy he was then, and how sad he should have been before.

Han Gan pinched the paper, his fingers slid lightly out of helplessness.

Mu Shuru and Jing Xinglan finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Xiaomu was safe and sound.

What's more reassuring is that the cold and dryness doesn't seem to hurt Xiaomu, nor will it damage the place.

The two left the lake and walked to the other side of the yard. Jing Xinglan said softly, "Go back and sleep?"

Mu Shuru came down at three o'clock at night, and now it's seven o'clock in the morning.

Mu Shuru shook his head, "Master, I don't need to sleep, you go and sleep for a while."

Jing Xinglan didn't go either, the two of them stood for a while, and stood like that for a long time, before Jing Xinglan said, "I'll go and explain to Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang, don't let them come here for now."

"En." Mu Shuru nodded.

Jing Xinglan still didn't move.

The hands of the two are still together.

No one was willing to let go.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu finally found out that his hand was taken by someone else!

It jumped onto Jing Xinglan's hand angrily, and it was about to grow bigger, Mu Shuru hurriedly withdrew his hand with red ears, to prevent this priceless hand from being destroyed again.

"Well, I'll go and see the vegetable field first." Mu Shuru walked away quickly.

Jing Xinglan raised the corners of his mouth, clasped his hands weakly, stepped forward with his long legs, and followed Mu Shuru out of the courtyard.

The yards of Xinzhang and Qi Hongchang were next to each other. When Jing Xinglan came to Xinzhang's yard, Xinzhang yelled at the wall, and Qi Hongchang came over.

Jing Xinglan told them not to go to the yard for the next two days, and he would come here to do any loud work. He also asked Qi Hongchang to tell his uncle that the next week's flowers would not be delivered for the time being.

Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang didn't ask any more questions, and answered repeatedly.

Jing Xinglan then talked about living on the planet, and now both of them were dumbfounded, thinking that Jing Xinglan was dreaming.

"I remember experts experimented countless times, but they all gave up." Xin Zhang wanted to wake up his master, "Then all experts, no one said that there is hope for Planet Kali."

"However, experts also said that it is absolutely impossible to grow plants on the planet Kali." Qi Hongchang felt incredible at the beginning, and then hesitated.

Even plants can survive, what else is it.

Jing Xinglan nodded, the kind of self-confidence that belonged to Jing Xinglan, which had been suppressed deep in his heart for a long time, radiated from him again, and the sleeping lion woke up, "They all said it was impossible, but we Can't the impossible become possible and create another miracle?"

Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang looked at Jing Xinglan who was reckless and reappearing brilliance, and were shocked.

Ten years ago, mechs were on the same level as other thermal weapons, but because they were troublesome, they were not as good as other thermal weapons in terms of application.

It was Jing Xinglan, who was still in college, who proposed that mechas would be an underestimated weapon in the future, and that the future would be the era of mechas, and created such an era that others said was impossible.

He never accepted his fate. When others said that he could not enter the military academy, and that in such a big family, his life would only be mediocre, he walked out a path that made the military of the galaxy fear.

He is the creator of the real mecha era, who has created countless gods of war, and is the god in the hearts of countless mecha masters.

Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang were suddenly full of fighting spirit because of Jing Xinglan's words, "Okay! Let's create a miracle!"

The corners of Jing Xinglan's mouth were still raised, maintaining the same arc as when he came out of the yard. He really didn't accept his fate before, and he couldn't admit it now.

"You all graduated from Simon College, and you all have high IQs." Jing Xinglan praised rarely.

The two who were praised by surprise seemed to be hit by a surprise that fell from the sky. This praise is too precious, and they haven't been praised many times in total!

Just as the two of them were about to express their determination, Jing Xinglan said, "They both have a foundation, so they moved to the Department of Chemistry together. It won't take long to learn."

"what?"

Both Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang looked confused, why do they want to learn chemistry?

Xin Zhang said in a daze, "Aren't you going to find Mumu now and ask him how to transform the planet so that plants can survive?"

Jing Xinglan frowned, "I depend on him for everything? Do I need him to do everything?"

"Since spirit stone aura can make plants survive, let's analyze the components of spirit stone and aura. There are so many planets in the Simon galaxy, what ingredients can't be combined? Can't the aura be copied?"

This is what Jing Xinglan came up with after thinking about it. He wanted to copy the aura and let the aura substitute reappear on the planet Kali.

It was also the reason why the two of them transferred to chemistry.

Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang were even more stunned. Facing the aura, they could only marvel at its magic and surrender to the wonderful feeling it brought, and never thought of creating it.

Is this the gap?

When they marveled at the magic, the master actually wanted to copy it?

After Jing Xinglan told Mu Shuru about the incident, Mu Shuru didn't think much of it. He was not as shocked as Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang, and calmly accepted Jing Xinglan's thoughts.

The master can even make a spiritual perpetual motion machine, and even said that he can use spiritual power without a spiritual root. This is an extremely absurd thing in Tianyan Continent. He has done it, and copying spiritual energy is nothing.

"Now it's really impossible to continue transporting spiritual energy from the secret realm. It would be best to research it." What Mu Shuru can do is to provide them with a large number of spiritual stones for research.

Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang will be blinded by the spirit stones all over the yard. If the small spirit stone that Ji Hanxiao took away was really 1000 million, then the experimental subject of "copying spirit stone (qi)" will be One of the highest funding for interstellar scientific research.

"If it's not enough, I still have more." Mu Shu said proudly, "Don't worry about it."

Qi Hongchang's face was full of pain, "If the expenditure is not enough, then there is no way to continue."

"Don't worry, we don't need to make an exact copy of the Lingshi at the moment, we just need to experiment with which ingredients can transform the soil, which ingredients are beneficial to plants, and only copy these ingredients." Jing Xinglan analyzed what they needed to do one by one. Things, sort out the steps.

Mu Shuru didn't quite understand it, but he just found it complicated. If he missed something, he had an idea in his heart.

It's just that this idea is the same as the teleportation array that he thought about at the time, and he can't do anything about it for the time being.

Jing Xinglan had been analyzing the feasibility and specific plans with Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang in Xin Zhang's yard that day.Mu Shuru and the little robot continued to plow the fields together.

The ingredients in the secret realm are temporarily unusable. Although Mu Shuru still has a lot of food in stock, he needs a lot of fields and seeds that germinate in the fields to make him feel at ease.

In Mu Shuru's place, everything needs to be more prepared, so as to be prepared.

In the afternoon, Mu Shu mowed the green and very small green vegetables he had grown the first time, and happily planned to fry a portion to try the taste of the first green vegetables he planted on the planet Kali.

The setting sun casts a layer of warm colors on the land of Planet Kali.

Putting Wuwu and the little hairball who were playing on the ground into the basket together, Mu Shuru carried the vegetable basket, pulled his hat, bent his eyes, and smiled happily. In fact, he was very happy all day long.

"Go home and cook."

Mu Shuru walked back to the yard facing the setting sun, put down the basket, checked the condition of the little flower, and quietly came to the lake, wanting to see the situation on the other side of the secret realm.

There are many treasures of heaven and earth in the secret realm of mist, and even the healing fruit is found here. After such a long time, Mu Shu thought that Hangan would go to the secret realm to hunt for treasures, but he did not expect that he was still sitting on the floor in front of the water house superior.

And he was doing something that Mu Shuru would never have imagined.

Xiaomu was still there too, it finally finished peeling the saponin rice, and sat opposite Hangan, unable to move for some reason.

There are many pieces of wood around Hangan, the wood is exactly the same as the one on Xiaomu's body, and there are many sawdust around him.

The most powerful person in Tianyan Continent, Han Gan, the leader of Qingtian Sect's Tianji Peak, was clumsily carving a piece of wood with a knife.

He can break the sky with a sword in his hand, but he can't handle a small carving knife, and every knife is clumsy.

There are already several scrapped and defective products around him, and he can already see Xiaomu's shadow in the one in his hand that makes him be extra careful.

Seeing such a scene, Mu Shuru had a ridiculous thought in his heart.

At that time, outside the Danxin Hall, Han Ganwen didn't ask a word, just looked at him, and raised his hand to turn his small wood into a pile of sawdust. Do you want to make one yourself and give it back to him now?

Venerable Hangan made puppets with his own hands.

Mu Shuru lowered his eyes, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.