Tianqingzong.
Danfeng outer gate.
Jiang Ling'er, who had just come down from the Cloud-Ding Crane, smelled a strong medicinal smell, with a slight bitterness in the fragrance.
The disciples here are all dressed in uniform navy blue robes, and they behave calmly.
There is a simple and vigorous tree in the center of Danfeng. Its crown blocks out the sky and the sun, and towers high into the clouds.
There are many wooden signs hanging on the trees, and when the wind blows, they make a pleasant collision sound.
She looked at the map on her ID card and walked towards the place where Danfeng handed over the task, and stopped where there was a queue.
"These are the new handymen, what's there to see?"
"No, just come with me and see. None of the new outer sect sisters Danfeng has accepted this year is pleasing to your eye!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will tell my senior sister?" Dong Qing glared at his friend next to him with a sullen look on his face, "What are you talking about? Those are your junior sisters, who are these low-level handymen? No matter how good you are, your life is just like serving others!"
Wearing neat Taoist robes, they stood out in front of the sparse servants.
The two of them were standing next to the Danfeng Mission Hall talking loudly, not shying away from their disdain and ridicule.
There were many people like them around, gathering together in twos and threes and pointing at the team, and occasionally burst out laughing, which was particularly harsh.
There were five female cultivators, including Jiang Ling'er, in the queue. The three female cultivators at the front lowered their heads and turned red.
"A dignified disciple from the outer sect of Dan Peak can actually chew people's tongues like a woman with a long tongue. It's really eye-opening!"
A loud female voice sounded. The female figure was tall and broad, standing at the front two heads of Jiang Ling'er's team. The huge sword on her back was very eye-catching.
She was crossing her arms and crossing her chest, looking at the two men with raised eyebrows and a curious look on her face.
"Oh," Dong Qing glanced at her and sneered in disgust: "A woman is eight feet tall and even bigger than the body-refining warrior. You are the one who opens people's eyes, right?"
There were repeated bursts of laughter, coming from fellow disciples who, like him, were wearing blue robes.
Seeing this, the eight-foot-old woman said loudly: "As a man, you are as skinny as a chicken and have no shame, but you actually turned around and laughed at me. You really made me laugh!"
The team of handymen, who were originally as dull as a dark cloud, gradually became lively. They all pursed their lips, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.
"Presumptuous!" Dong Qing listened to the ridicule around him and couldn't hold on to his face for a moment. He looked at her with eyes that seemed to be quenched with poison, "What's your name?! I want to appeal!"
"If you can't tell me, just run to appeal. Oops, the little girl is really too scared. Brother, why don't you go now?" The eight-foot female cultivator spread her hands and said with a rogue smile.
"Forget it, why are you arguing with the handyman? Let's make people laugh. Let's go." The male cultivator who was traveling with him tugged on his robe and whispered.
Dong Qing refused to give up. He asked the people in line one after another. After getting answers that were all shaking their heads, the momentum around him changed in vain and he looked at the last person.
Jiang Linger frowned and her face turned cold.
Seeing that it was a beautiful and refined female cultivator, he was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a strong force, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Tell me, who is she and what is her name?!"
Most of the handymen queuing up here are newcomers in the early stage of Qi refining. Although the pressure on him in the middle stage of Qi refining will not cause harm to people, it is a very humiliating behavior.
Jiang Ling'er pursed her lips tightly and stared at him with cold eyes, as if looking at maggots, without saying a word.
"Hey, you," the eight-foot female cultivator put her hands on her hips and looked at the male cultivator next to Dong Qing, "if you don't pull him back, it's embarrassing and you're an outer disciple, tsk tsk."
"Remember it for me." Dong Qing said the last sentence harshly, turned and left despite the mocking eyes of his classmates.
After seeing him leave, the monks who were also wearing navy robes dispersed one after another.
"You have really nice eyes. What's your name?"
Jiang Ling'er turned to look at the eight-foot female cultivator, smiled and said, "Jiang Ling'er."
This woman was cheerful and cheerful, which reminded her of her old friend far away in Sanxiu City.
"My name is Yan Shu, which land mission did you take on?" She asked eagerly with her eyes wide open.
"Take care of the spiritual grass."
"Hey, we are not in the same group, are we?" Yan Shu said in surprise, she turned over the identity card, "Look, is it Group A?"
"Hurry up, give me the sign!" At this time, the voice of the person in charge behind the mission hall interrupted the conversation between the two.
It turned out that Yan Shu had been queued up unknowingly. She smiled naively at Jiang Linger and handed over her identity card.
After the two handed over the task, they went to the Lingcao Garden where Group A was responsible.
"This is fate, Ling'er."
Jiang Ling'er smiled and agreed, listening to her chattering as she walked.
The Lingcao Garden is lush and green, and the aura is a bit richer than elsewhere.
The stream winds to the center of Lingtian and merges into a small spring. Large blocks of spiritual land were divided into neat squares and filled with spiritual grasses of various shapes.
"Newcomers, I've asked someone to burn the care methods into your identity tags. Don't be lazy. These spiritual herbs are very delicate," an old Mediterranean man in the spiritual grass garden told him. He seemed to be in a hurry. If you die or if the harvest is not enough, your clan points will be deducted. If not, you will work here for the rest of your life, do you understand?"
After seeing the two women nodding, they fled out of the Lingcao Garden like flying.
Yan Shu rolled her eyes at the old man who was walking away, "It's not enough to buckle in the first place, no."
Jiang Ling'er was looking down at the notes on the identity card. When she heard what she said, she raised her head and asked in a confused tone, "Not enough?"
"Yes, these spiritual grasses, look at this one," Yan Shu pointed to the spherical spiritual grass with small purple flowers among them, "The yield is horribly low! This task is simply impossible to complete."
Mission impossible, so why...
As if she could see the doubts in Jiang Ling'er's heart, Yan Shu sat down on the ground, picked up a piece of withered grass and held it in her mouth, "It is precisely because it is impossible to complete that we are asked to come, so that you can always serve the sect. Men worked hard to death!"
"Look at the identity card. Apart from telling us to water, fertilize and weed, is there anything else? Not at all. If the spiritual grass is so simple, anyone can feed it. It just requires us to slowly explore it ourselves."
Yan Shu seemed to remember something, threw the withered grass in her mouth to the ground, and then lay down on the ground in a big letter shape.
After lying down for a while, she looked at Jiang Ling'er, who was looking thoughtful, and asked curiously: "Why did Ling'er come to Tianqing Sect to work as a handyman? You don't look like an ordinary cultivator."
Jiang Ling'er raised her eyebrows, "I want skills, I want to become stronger."
"That's true. If you want to practice, you have to come to the sect," Yan Shu understood and nodded.
Except for basic introductory qi-refining techniques, those techniques that can be used to practice various techniques as the cultivation level increases are basically not spread to the outside world, and only exist in the hands of major sects or forces with a long history of inheritance.
The fifth level of Qi refining is a watershed. At this stage, monks can practice their own techniques.
No matter how high the spiritual power is, it will be in vain if there is no way to release its maximum power.
Jiang Ling'er is now at the fourth level of Qi refining and is not far from reaching the stage of perfection. She has been suppressing the spiritual energy in her body.
"It's almost over. Wait half a month and the technique will be given to you. If you're in a hurry, you can buy it from those old handymen. They don't care about it anyway."
Jiang Ling'er's eyes lit up, why didn't she think of this!
