Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 40
Alone in the wilderness.

This was supposed to be a sad thing, but the young man dressed like a nobleman was humming a song, his steps were steady, and he walked across mountains and rivers without a trace of distress.

Jing Zichu had a reason to be happy. He ransacked a medicine garden and obtained a large amount of spiritual herbs. As long as he found a black market to resell, it was enough for him to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining and raise two small steps.

"The steward of the medicine garden probably thought that the spirit grass had really been hunted down by monsters."

Ninghua Beiyuan is the property of Guangxiu Immortal Sect. He dare not underestimate it. Even if he has the ability to kill all those servants, he still plans slowly, creating the illusion of rampant monsters.

The effect was very good, he successfully removed the suspicion, and made those people play around.

The next step is to run away, and when Guangxiu Xianzong sees something, he will also run away.

"Squeak..."

A fist-sized mouse ran out from Jing Zichu's neckline. Its fur was smooth, its eyes were blood red but shone with a lively luster, and its head was raised slightly, as if to invite credit.

"Your contribution is not small, and I will reward you well when it is safe."

Jing Zichu explained in a soft voice that the existence of bloodthirsty rats cannot be exposed, Guangxiu Xianzong's cheapness is not that greedy, if it is discovered, one person and one rat will surely die.

The reason why he took the risk is because money is touching people's hearts. He is barefoot and has no other job. He thought of taking a risk once, and then ran away. After all, he would not be discovered.

"Ignorant casual cultivators are truly daring."

Relying on his cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Refining, Chen Sheng came after him. After many twists and turns, he finally caught the culprit.

At this time, his Taixuan Breath Containment Technique was operating to the extreme, and the breath all over his body was completely covered, like grass, trees and stones, inconspicuous.

With only one pair of eyes, through the mottled leaves, staring at Jing Zichu and the bloodthirsty rat, slowly calculating in his heart.

A Qi Refining Level [-].

A Qi Refining Level [-].

With a head-to-head bar, he has a good chance of winning.

However, there is no need to be upright when dealing with such treacherous people, especially Jing Zichu, who is the beast master of the bloodthirsty rat, is very likely to sacrifice the bloodthirsty rat and run away alone when his life is in danger.

In terms of speed, he doesn't have an absolute advantage, so it's better to be on guard.

"Prepare spirit incense to lure you into the urn."

Chen Sheng thought of a way. When he was learning about alchemy from Xi Fu, he had seen a prescription that used several common spirit herbs to make a medicinal paste, and then baked it with fire, which would emit a unique aroma.

This kind of aroma is like the aura emitted by spirit grass when it is mature, and it has a certain hallucinogenic effect, which makes people believe it.

After inferring Jing Zichu's route, he overtook the car on a curve and came to a leeward hillside. He concocted Lingyin incense, roasted it on a small fire, and immediately a strange fragrance wafted away in all directions.

Immediately, he found an inconspicuous tree stump with grass on both sides, and lurked down, his body was at the best angle for the sword, waiting for a sharp blow.

"Huh? What smell."

Jing Zichu's nose twitched slightly, smelling a very comfortable breath in the air.

"Squeak..."

The bloodthirsty rat ran out, jumped up and down, its blood-red eyes showed excitement, and gestured with its hands and feet, pointing to the direction where Lingyinxiang was rising.

"You mean that there is a precious spiritual grass hidden behind that hillside."

Yu Beast and Jing Zi had an understanding at the beginning, he understood the meaning of the bloodthirsty rat, his eyes lit up, it was not uncommon for there to be treasures in the mountains, and precious spiritual grass was born.

"squeak"

The bloodthirsty rat kept beating, indicating that it was right.

"Okay, let's go."

Jing Zichu was full of enthusiasm, he was really lucky, first cut off a large amount of spiritual grass in Ninghua Beiyuan, and then met the birth of the spiritual grass, perhaps his cultivation path began to become smoother.

One person and one mouse walked towards Ling Yinxiang.

The closer you get, the more fragrant the scent of the rare spiritual grass will be, making people's hearts jump and it's unbearable.

"Let's go and have a look first."

Jing Zichu was a cunning person after all, and as he was getting closer to his goal, he slowed down instead and let the bloodthirsty rat take the lead. Anyway, this was his spiritual pet, and he couldn't eat it alone without his consent.

The Bloodthirsty Rat didn't know people's calculations, and after getting the consent of the master of the beast, it jumped up and down towards the back hillside.

All of this fell into Chen Sheng's eyes, he was unmoved, just dormant quietly, watching the bloodthirsty rat run away coldly, his eyes were all on Jing Zichu's body.

Jing Zichu was very cautious, but it was only due to his nature, and he didn't find any traces.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

near-point.

Come closer.

Chen Sheng was lurking in the mountains, with his head tilted slightly, the mottled leaves and bushes covered his hair color, and the iron sword stuck to the surface of the rock, firmly.

His eyes have always been sharp and firm, firmly locked on Jing Zichu.

He could feel that most of Jing Zichu's attention was drawn by Ling Yinxiang, there was greed in it, and there was also the phantom effect of Ling Yinxiang itself.

It seems that soon, I can draw my sword.

"squeak?"

At this time, the bloodthirsty rat entered the backside of the hillside, and its figure briefly left Jing Zichu's sight.

Then, it made a sound of astonishment.

"Chong"

Simultaneously.

The loud and clear sound of sword chant resounded through the sky.

Chen Sheng drew his sword.

There was no rare spiritual herb in the first place, and he knew that the bloodthirsty rat would definitely issue a warning when he found out the truth, so he was always preparing.

Slashing the star with a sword, he tried his best to bloom with brilliance.

One zhang may seem far away, but compared to the distance between the earth and the stars, it is extremely close.

The outrageous sword light shines in the void, and the aura of the sword holder is very bleak. There is only an iron sword raging, strong and vigorous.

"Trap? Damn."

Jing Zichu came to his senses, but it was already much too late.

The Bloodthirsty Rat was not there, so he couldn't pull to block the sword, so he could only do his best, shrinking his head and retreating, trying his best to save his life.

puff!
Zhan Xing tore his flesh, from the abdomen, obliquely, to the right shoulder, penetrating extremely deep into the flesh, leaving deep sword marks on the white bones.

"Almost, it can be cut in half. After all, he is not a professional assassin."

Chen Sheng stared at the scene of the blood stabbing, and shook his head slightly. After all, he was too upright a person, and he couldn't do it smoothly when he did the assassination.

"I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me?"

Jing Zichu didn't know Chen Sheng's psychology, otherwise he would vomit blood. He hurriedly swallowed a lot of wound medicine, and then transferred back to the bloodthirsty rat to be by his side, so he felt a little safe.

After doing this, he looked at Chen Sheng with a look of horror.

The seventh level of Qi Refining and the sixth level of Qi Refining even engaged in a sneak attack. He was afraid of such a character.

With his current injuries, it is absolutely impossible not to fight.

"The deacon of Guangxiu Immortal Sect Medicine House, came to kill the thieves in Ninghua Beiyuan."

Chen Sheng flicked the sword, dripping blood dripped down, his body stood upright, with a sense of awe.

(End of this chapter)