Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 199 Pseudonym Yin Chun (addition for the leader of Submarine Street)
The land of the Western Regions.

In a dense forest on the outer edge of Jiuyuan Great Desolation, six people were walking cautiously, not daring to walk fast for fear of making too much noise.

Among the group of people, the leader was a middle-aged man with a thin body and dark copper complexion, with fear in his eyes, and behind him was a middle-aged man and woman.

In the team, there were two young people, a boy and a girl, and at the end was a man with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Except for the middle-aged man with black and copper complexion in the front, the other five people are all dressed up.

The crowd walked for about ten miles, and finally saw an ancient tree not far in front of them, with three or four people hugging each other, and the withered, yellow and curly fallen leaves were falling down.

"Zhang San, are you sure it's here? This is the spiritual wood you mentioned. Could it be to amuse us, or live too long?" The middle-aged man in front of him shouted in a low voice.

"Why did it die? I was still alive when I passed by collecting herbs last month! My lords, I'm not lying!" the middle-aged man at the front begged.

The young man rushed forward a few steps with a face full of anger, drew out the long knife on his waist and put it on the opponent's neck.

The middle-aged man carefully observed the huge dead tree, then clamped the back of the knife with two fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Jun'er, stop, don't be impulsive! This man is right, it is indeed a spiritual tree. It's just that we came a step late."

It wasn't because he was out of compassion, but because he saw blood here, and the smell of blood spread out, maybe it would attract some poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, even low-level monsters.

"Father, is this person really not deceiving us?" A heroic girl next to him asked.

However, the middle-aged man did not respond immediately, but nimbly pulled out a willow leaf knife from his belt, mobilized with his inner energy, and shot it forward.

A white light flashed by, and the thin blade cut through the air with a whistling sound, nailing a long snake with thick red scales and a pointed head to the dead wood torso more than a hundred feet away in front of it.

The long snake didn't die immediately, the snake's body slid down from the tree trunk, curled up and struggled again.

"Third brother, there are snakes entrenched in this tree. It seems that we are really a step late. If we can come here sooner, then the spiritual objects offered to Bixia Village this year will be found, alas!" The man stepped forward, with one hand still on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Fourth brother, don't worry, we came here, even if we didn't get the core of the spirit wood, but if we can find a few snake eggs, then we can fill some of the vacancies first, and those monks in Bixia Village can't be forced !” The middle-aged man sighed.

In fact, he didn't believe what he said, but it was just to reassure the two juniors.

This cultivator is high above, he doesn't care about the life and death of mortals like them, the left and right are just like weeds, which grow again after cutting, and cut again after growing.

"Damn it, more than half of the [-]-acre spiritual rice field planted by our Zhou family was burned by the aftermath of the monks who passed by. The monks in Bixia Village didn't dare to ask them for an explanation. Instead, they blamed us for not being able to take care of them. Don't let Lao Tzu have a chance to encounter them with serious injuries one day, and I won't be able to relieve their anger if I don't tear their corpses into pieces!" The fourth son of the Zhou family said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, it's enough to think about these words at ordinary times. If the father is still there, they wouldn't dare to do so. Although this is the edge of the Jiuyuan Great Wilderness, there are still some first-order monsters in it. Let's quickly find the snake eggs and retreat." Go out, don't stay for long!" When the third middle-aged man in the Zhou family spoke, he was still paying attention to the wind and grass around him, with one hand also on the handle of the knife at his waist, ready to strike at any time.

This worm is not much different from ordinary snakes in terms of appearance.

It's just that this snake is hermaphrodite, and it doesn't feed on snakes, insects, birds, and mice. Instead, it likes to devour trees, especially those tree cores that contain spiritual energy.

The presence of this kind of worm also means that there is spirit wood here.

However, after the snake eats a certain amount of tree core, it will start to lay dozens of snake eggs in the trunk, but this will also greatly reduce its own lifespan.

When these young snakes break their shells, it is also when the mother snake dies.

After the death of the female snake, the body will turn into a puddle of mucus in a short period of time, causing the wood in the dead wood nest to decay, and at the same time seal the exit, and these newly born snakes will compete with each other for the decay and feed on it .

If there is not enough food in the first few days, when the decay is exhausted, the stronger snakes will start to devour the weaker ones.

Forty or fifty young snakes hatched in a normal nest may only be three or four that finally break through the trunk of the dead tree, and if the female snake digs the nest a little deeper, it may kill all the young snakes. The snake is trapped inside!
Therefore, although this kind of spirit snake is low-level, it is also cherished. It is a spirit beast that most low-level monks in the Western Regions like to raise.

It's just that too many people asked for it, which led to a further increase in the price.

And after this low-level spirit snake matures, monks can't sign a blood contract with it, but only use blood as a medium to establish contact with each other while it is still in the egg before the shell breaks.

Of course, there are also some monk families and sects who want to raise this kind of worm, but they have encountered several problems.

One is that a female snake needs to swallow enough spiritual wood cores to give birth to offspring, and the cost for this alone is quite high.

Secondly, if artificial hatching is carried out to ensure that the whole brood survives, but these young snakes have not gone through the necessary steps of nourishing the decayed body of the female snake and devouring a large number of their own kind, then there is no such thing. The intuition of looking for spirit wood has degenerated into an ordinary snake.

Under various restrictions, this kind of worm is doomed not to be raised in large quantities, and can only be reproduced in small quantities.

A group of people walked forward slowly, walking around the dead wood, looking at whether there were any wrist-sized potholes in the trunk.

"Father, look!" The girl pointed to a place more than ten feet away from the trunk, a place under a branch, where there was an inconspicuous small hole.

The middle-aged man from Zhou's family jumped up, tapped a few times on the tree trunk, drew his long sword in mid-air, stabbed the dead snake with one sword, and then jumped up for about ten feet. , grasping the tree branch with one hand, he glanced at the tree hole, only to see a few light red snake eggs the size of a fist at the top of it.

The man squeezed the creeping snake hanging from the tip of the sword into the tree hole, then sheathed the long sword, with five fingers forming claws, grabbed the tree trunk, took out a piece of wood that was still wet, and sealed it shut. hole.

After finishing these, he let go of his hand, and the whole person fell from a height of more than ten feet.

And when he landed, the sound made by this person was extremely small, obviously his cultivation base in martial arts had already advanced innately.

"Third brother, how is it?" The middle-aged man on the fourth row of the Zhou family asked anxiously.

"It usually takes about one and a half months for the snake eggs to hatch. Since this person saw this spirit tree alive last month, judging by the degree of withering, the hatching time for these snake eggs may still be about a month. etc. It will take at least two months for them to break out of the hole. Let's go back first and recharge our batteries before coming back. Otherwise, it is too dangerous to spend the night in the forest. Before the worms hatch, we have to report Bixia Village, come to reduce or exempt the clan's spiritual farm tax!" the middle-aged man said slowly.

"Master Zhou, when will you give the final payment of one hundred taels of silver to the villain who leads the way?" the middle-aged man with dark copper complexion asked obsequiously.

"What's the hurry, didn't you give your wife and children 200 taels of silver before?"

As the middle-aged man said, he suddenly hit the man's heart with his palm, shattering his heart veins with internal strength, bleeding profusely in the organs, but there was no bruise overflowing from the seven orifices.

"Third brother, do you want to give this man's family to..." The fourth child of the Zhou family pointed at his neck and gestured.

"No, people from other families in the city also know that we have entered the Great Desolation of the Nine Abyss. If this is too obvious, they will inevitably become suspicious. Let me find an excuse, saying that we encountered a monster on the way, I had no time to worry about this person's safety, so I fled in a hurry. We will throw this person's body far away later, and it will be snatched away by wild beasts in the forest in a short time. Watch on the way, and then you send a hundred taels of silver to this person's house, it's considered money for your life, don't let other people gossip and ruin my Zhou family's reputation!" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"It's still the third brother who is thoughtful!" The fourth son of the Zhou family thought about it and said with a sigh.

However, at this moment, a middle-aged monk came out of the withered spirit wood trunk, and said slowly: "I didn't expect to meet two nephews here. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhou is in the mansion now?"

This person was Cao Wei who came from southern Xinjiang. Because he took the teleportation circle, although he had the protection of Snow Bamboo Peak Master, he also suffered some minor injuries under the tearing force of the space.

In the past few days, he has been trying to practice the secret method of withering glory and hundred revolutions recorded in "Zhou Tianmu Xuan Gong", absorbing the vitality of the spiritual wood and nourishing himself.

Seeing this person's appearance, the faces of the third and fourth children of the Zhou family and the woman showed joy, and said respectfully: "The younger generation pays respects to Uncle Yin, Jun'er and Qing'er, why don't you come and pay respects to uncle."

"There's no need to be too polite, these two children have grown so big. A few years ago, the two of them were not as tall as the old man's waist!" Cao Wei's identity at the moment is a foundation-building casual cultivator named Yin Chun.

"Uncle, don't you know my father?" the third child of the Zhou family asked.

"A few years ago, your father and the old man went to the hinterland of Jiuyuan to see if we could find a chance to practice. Unfortunately, the two of us encountered a cunning tiger in the late stage of the second order and fled separately. What, did something happen to him?" Cao Wei frowned Said with a slight wrinkle.

"A few years ago, the life lamp left by my father has been extinguished." The third son of the Zhou family sighed.

Hearing this, Cao Wei sighed deeply, with a look of melancholy that life is impermanent.

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PS: Transitional chapters may be boring! !

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