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Chapter 159 Confused
On Qingya Mountain that day, her master Chai He taught her the Tao, and formally taught her the Immortal Cultivation Technique "Hunting Jue".

At the beginning, Huaying originally practiced this exercise as an ordinary inner family exercise, and it was only after she embarked on the immortal journey that she gradually learned the truth of this exercise.

It wasn't until today that she gradually discovered that this "Hunting Jue", which can't be found in any shops in Dongshanfang City and Gu Yue Xian City, is actually a very rare exercise secret book for monks with five spirit roots.

Now that Huaying was flipping through the book again, her mind was full of questions.

"Master, is she also a monk?"

Thinking back to some things that Master had repeatedly told me when I went up the mountain that day, inexplicably, a fiery heart in Huaying's chest started beating violently.

After contemplating with her eyebrows fixed for a moment, a look of joy flashed on her face, and she murmured to herself in a slightly determined tone:

"It must be. The master is immortal and looks like a crane in the clouds. He must also be a cultivator! Otherwise, he would not have deliberately asked me to practice this five-element exercise. Master must have seen my five-spirit root aptitude."

Once this idea appeared, it firmly occupied Huaying's mind and couldn't get rid of it.

She was both excited and sad, pacing back and forth between them.But after thinking hard for a long time, she couldn't figure out the last question.

"But if master is a cultivator, why would he be harmed by ordinary people?"

Huaying was puzzled by this matter, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't come up with a reason, so she sat back on the stool.

"If this is the case, maybe Senior Sister, like me, has long been taught by Master to cultivate immortals, but I don't know if Senior Sister knows about it or not."

After a long time, Huaying let out a long sigh, and lay down on the table with a lonely expression. She closed her eyes gently, and all she could think of was the figure of her master and sister.

"Master, senior sister, what's wrong with you, woo woo"

In grief, she picked up a pot of eggs on the table and ate one bite at a time.

"Ugh."

After she was full, Huaying's Yuyu mood also improved a lot. She picked up the "Secret of Cultivation" again, and then flipped through the other chapters in the book.

Although the records about spiritual roots are detailed, they don't take up too much space in the whole book, only the first few pages.

Huaying only briefly read through it for the time being, then put away the book, and she planned to study it more carefully in her spare time in the future.

Right now there are other things to do, besides planting and taking care of the spirit grass, we still need to continue to make alchemy.

On that day, Meng Bu gave Huaying dozens of spiritual grass seeds, most of which were low-level spiritual grass, and the star grass seeds only accounted for a small part, and she planted them all in the field, and they grew rapidly in the past few days. It shouldn't take long for it to be harvested and used.

In addition, Huaying also has some antiques that she harvested from the ancient Xiu cave that day.

It's just that those things are really strange. When she was hiding in the jade pendant space a few days ago, she fiddled with them for a long time, but she didn't find any that worked.

Gu Xiu's storage bag seemed to be damaged, he couldn't open it no matter what, and the mouth of the bag seemed to be stitched shut.

After Huaying fiddled with it to no avail, she was extremely disappointed and threw it aside.

Except for the storage bag, the rest of the items she harvested were all for viewing but not for use.

The brass tripod found in the basement fire room was as thick as death, and the firewood from the spirit firewood could not boil at all.

No matter how much firewood Huaying added and how much firepower was added to burn it, the brass cauldron was always icy cold and could not be used for alchemy at all.

In the end, she was so angry that she stomped her feet and threw the tripod into the chicken coop, using it as a container for the spirit grain feed.

As for the remaining two cans of white seeds, branches and tubers, and a pile of dried sweet potatoes, these were obviously things that could be planted, but Huaying didn't take them seriously and put them aside for the time being.

She didn't know what kind of spirit grass these things were, so she didn't dare to plant them rashly. If some horrible monster grass like caterpillar fungus grew out, she would be finished if she ate it in one bite.

After all, these are things collected by ancient monks, and no one knows if there are any evil things in them, so Huaying can only treat them with caution.

After some research, Huaying found that she hadn't gotten anything useful from the ancient monk's cave, either a broken bag or a rotten stove, and even a jade slip that couldn't be opened, not to mention how uncomfortable she was.

Fortunately, the storage bag seized from Steward Zhu comforted her tired heart a little.

(End of this chapter)