World of Cultivation

Section 14: Strange disease

The hand was on the Linggu, and Guo Lu’s face suddenly floated a touch of gold.

With this hand, Zuo Mo could not help but admire the heart. Brother Guo Lu’s accomplishments in [Geng Jinxuan] were much deeper than him. Although I broke through the second layer, in terms of practical application and understanding, it is far worse than Brother Guo Lu.

However, it is a sudden change!

Guo Lu’s brother’s face changed, and wowed a blood, and the whole person fell to his back. The onlookers and brothers were shocked and stunned. They rushed to the side of Guo Lu’s brother.

I saw that Guo Lu’s brother’s face was white, and if he was mad, he was unconscious.

The brothers who had a good relationship with Master Guo Lu, quickly picked up his legs and ran to the mountains. The old blackhead stayed in the same place, suddenly burst into tears, and his voice was fierce.

The crowd gradually dissipated, and everyone’s face was full of worry.

Zuo Mo moved his footsteps and walked into Lingtian. I gathered in front of a Linggu and observed it carefully. He didn't dare to take it up. The scene just now made him full of jealousy against these spiritual valleys.

A stench smells into the nose, and I can't help but frown. In his two years of planting, he has never smelled a similar smell. In his heart, he really wanted to explore what was inside this Linggu, because he suddenly thought of the first time he encountered a locust, and the violent breath of the tyrannical memory he remembered. However, for the five-acre Lingtian exhibition [Geng Jinyu], only this time there was such a situation.

Brother Guo Lu suddenly vomited blood. The first thought in his mind is, is there a similar but more sturdy breath in these spiritual valleys?

But Guo Lu’s lessons from the past are telling him that he can’t easily try.

Looking at the old blackhead, he sighed in his heart, and even Guo Lu’s brother could not do anything about it. He also had insufficient strength.

Going back to his small courtyard, he still haunted the scene in his mind. The injury to the blood of Guo Lu’s brother also caused the severity of the problem to increase rapidly. It is certain that the sect will respond. It was only the fourth division of the martial art that was well-known for planting the four-year-old Gu Shifeng, who went out to travel six months ago and has not returned yet. Mr. Hao Min, who looked after the medicine field, went out with Luo’s brother.

Hao Min’s sister is estimated to be unlucky, but Zuo Mo has not had much gloating.

He has a feeling that strange diseases will spread. Just now, when he stepped into Lingtian, he saw that the degree of withering of Linggu was obviously different. It can be seen that the time of the infection in Lingwu in this Lingtian is also divided.

The situation was exactly the same as he expected. In the following time, two brothers’ soul valleys were infected with this strange disease.

The sects of the sects have still not taken any effective measures, and Guo Lu’s brother is still unconscious.

There is no empty sword gate shrouded in a cloud.

There are still about two months away from the harvest season in Linggu. The people only pray, and the Ling Valley in their own Lingtian can escape this robbery and reach the harvest season.

However, prayer has no effect. The number of outside disciples who have lost their income this year has risen rapidly to ten.

Zuo Mo’s luck seems to have been exhausted, and he has become one of the ten. The five acres in the yard were fine, but the 50-mu Lingtian he rented began to appear withered Ling Valley.

His heart is suddenly tense!

Whenever he did not think he would leave the sect. Planting is not easy, but he still lives quite moist. Since he opened his eyes two years ago, he lived in the empty mountain, here is like his home.

However, if he is unable to pay enough Lingtian rental fees this year, he will be expelled from the sect.

This is something he absolutely cannot accept! What's more, when he left the small courtyard, where did he go to find even a small pulse?

Nothing is more uncomfortable than watching the Ling Valley in the middle of the valley. It is nothing more than desperate to stop them from spreading. Unpleasant smell of stinking, floating in Lingtian, fertile Lingtian, like a muddy pond.

The sects are also sorrowful, and the number of foreign disciples in Lingtian has risen to 25, and the rest are also self-defeating.

The entire forest is almost withered, and only a place close to the soil can see a trace of green. If you can't find a way, wait until this Linggu has no life, but it's too late.

When he was unable to do anything, suddenly a pink little crane appeared in front of him.

"Dead woman! This time is still coming to trouble!" Zuo Mo saw the paper crane, and could not help but scream.

He didn't take the point of picking up the paper crane. He sneered and said to himself: "Hey, brother, you, you play."

The voice just fell, and Xiao Qianhe, who flew to him, suddenly started automatically.

"Yeah, where are you waiting for someone?"

Sweet and lovely voice, plunged into the ear, like a sip of honey, and like being gently scratched in the heart, the bones of people with weaker strength are directly crisp.

The stunned left is looking silly at the pink paper basket that is automatically unfolding in front of himself. It is the nine sentences written on it.

Auto-expand, auto-sound, auto-seeking...

The magical charm of the little pink little thousand cranes has made the heart of Zuo Mo weakly hit an unprecedented blow.

He suddenly had a hunch that he might have caused a big trouble.

"Forget it, and a woman generally cares, really boring. Brother does not play with you!" He said to himself in a big way.

"Want to use the beauty to seduce the brother? Hey!" Zuo Mo heart sneered: "You are still tender. Mo said that the district magic sound, even if the peerless naked woman is in front of her eyes, the brother can sit still, and the heart is as loose. ”

In Lingtian, I only heard a duck smashing like a smashing voice: "I am a mirror, where is the dust?"

The voice did not fall, and a pink little thousand crane flew from the horizon to him.

The exquisite and delicate little thousand cranes are like undressing, and the movements are automatically unfolded gracefully.

"Oh, yeah, if you don't reply, the next little crane, the slave will draw a burst of fire."

"Is Brother being scared?" Zuo Mo did not agree: "Is Brother a person who will bow for power..."

Suddenly he paused, staring and thinking, muttering to himself: "The explosion is like, where did you hear about it..."

The voice never fell again, and the corner of his eyes saw a pink little crane coming straight from him to the sky.

He scratched his head and came again! How is the other party positioned to find him? This is the place where he is most puzzling. I have never heard of Xiao Qianhe being able to have such a function, except those who are really strong. Can a person with a slightly higher strength, who will use Xiao Qianhe to eliminate the goods?

Wait, she said that this time she will draw a burst of fire...

The left Mo Yan hole slammed round and ran without hesitation.

boom!

There was a sound of explosion behind him. The strong air wave directly turned the left Mo掀 over a few heads and fell to his mouth.

Zuo Mozhen, as a junior practitioner who only has expertise in planting, the situation like an explosion should never appear in his life.

Struggling to sit up from the dirt and look at the big pit that was blown up behind him, he looked dull.

At the horizon, another pink little crane flew to him, still unfolding like a undressing, but in the eyes of Zuo Mo, there is no half-baked and beautiful, but full of the grace of the Queen.

The greatest feature of the Queen's favor is whether you are willing or not.

"Hey, Lord, after a column of incense, the slave wants to draw a chain of violent temper."

Zuo Mo’s head slammed on the ground, like a buttock, and jumped on the ground like a fire. He grabbed the pink paper basket floating in front of him and ran his legs to the house.

A column of incense!

Dead woman!

When the familiar courtyard appeared in the field of vision, the lungs almost burned up, and the smoker’s smoke left almost cried. The wind generally rushed into the yard, the wind generally rushed into the room, the wind generally found cinnabar and wolf.

"What the **** do you want?"

There is no such thing as the last time of the heroic and free-spirited, and the resentment is like a weak woman who is smashed into the citron by a wolf-like man in the middle of the night.

Fold the pink paper at the fastest speed, then infuse it with speed at a faster speed, and pat the chest and see if it disappears into the sky.

Zuo Mo feels that he is unlucky, why not go to pick up the paper crane? Why don't you write back?

As soon as I think of falling from the sky, the dense paper cranes are flying all over the sky, and then roaring! Take yourself as the center, within a radius of three miles, the inch tile does not stay.

Zuo Mo scalp numb.

Not long after, a pink little crane flew from the window to him.

"Hey, slaves just want to talk to the Lord. Life, ideals, how interesting!"

Zuo Mo simply raised the white flag: "I surrender!"

The other person turned a blind eye: "Hey, what is the ideal of my life?"

"Growing spar." Zuo Mo is full of humiliation and helplessly write down.

"Is the spar earned?"

"I can't pull it anyway." Zuo Mo broke the can.

Before Momo was numb, he finally understood. The other party is only a woman who is raised in the deep, impoverished, boring, empty, lonely, and savage. It is also the "extremely perverted" point, easily killing any attempt by Zuo Mo.

Fortunately, this woman still has the habit of eating. For the first time, Zuo Mo thanked this habit of gradually disappearing from the repairer world. It saved his poor lamb.

Temporarily killing this woman, Zuo Mo completely breathed a sigh of relief. From the height of the previous tension to the complete numbness of the later, Zuo Mo profoundly interpreted the complete process of the trauma of the soul.

This even made him have no fear of those soul valleys that can make Guo Lu's brother vomit blood. The experience of this afternoon made him believe that there will never be more terrible things in this world than this horrible woman.

He decided to try to save his 50-mu Ling Valley.

He does not want to leave this.