Suddenly, the system's voice sounded in Su Ling's mind.
[Ding dong! It is detected that the host has additional behavior: oversleeping in the secret realm, the reward is to increase the balance of salted fish coins to 10,000, and experience the virtual refining period for 1 hour]
[Void Refining Stage Experience Card: Instantly upgrade your cultivation to the Void Refining Stage without consuming your own spiritual power]
Oops! Void refining period!
Su Ling opened her eyes wide.
But when she thought that there was only one hour, Su Ling calmed down instantly. Such a short time could only be used on the blade, but it was not bad.
At this time, the third wave of thunder had just ended. Su Ling woke up Shidou, who was still sleeping soundly, and once again ran with the bosses.
Shidou lay in Su Ling's arms in confusion, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and began to collect spiritual plants.
In the following time, Su Ling was busy for several hours just like yesterday, and only harvested some ordinary spiritual plants.
The best spiritual plants were all at the top of the mountain, but it was too far away. By the time she passed by, those things had already been harvested by the big guys.
The next day ended like this.
Others continued to practice in the courtyard. Su Ling lay on the rocking chair and read a storybook without any psychological burden. She seemed to have regarded this trip as a farmhouse. If it weren't for the monks outside, she would have gone from house to house and strolled around.
Shidou looked at Uncle Hu who was grinding beans in the yard, and curiously jumped on the stone mill to look at this novel thing.
"Hey, human, what are you doing turning this big stone?"
Uncle Hu laughed naively and said, "I want to grind beans and make tofu, and then sell them!"
Shidou stretched out and said lazily, "It makes me tired just looking at it. It's not interesting at all."
"Whether you want to drink soy milk or not, I will make it for you! The whole Lei Ming Village has agreed to the soy milk I made!" Uncle Hu patted his chest very proudly.
"What is soy milk? I've never heard of it." Shidou waggled his tail with a curious look on his face.
"That's just right, I'll boil it out later and give it to my little brother to try!" Uncle Hu heard this and continued to grind the beans hard.
Shidou became interested as soon as he heard this. He jumped to the side and used his spiritual power to help Uncle Hu speed up the grinding of beans. After a while, a large basket of beans was ready.
Uncle Hu wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the things to the kitchen and started making soy milk. Shidou Pianpidian followed him to the kitchen to watch. Soon, the rich aroma of beans filled the small courtyard.
Su Ling's nose moved while reading the storybook. It smelled so good. Isn't this the taste of soy milk?
"Here it comes, soy milk is here!"
Uncle Hu shouted in a loud voice. He put a large basin of soy milk on the wooden table in the courtyard with a pair of thick hands and placed a row of bowls on it. Su Ling smelled it and moved closer consciously.
"Girl, please have a bowl of soy milk!" Uncle Hu greeted enthusiastically.
Su Ling nodded, drank the bowl of soy milk without any politeness, and then ordered another bowl.
Shidou also got his own bowl, licked it twice, and then drank it.
The female disciple came over and said a little embarrassedly: "Second Uncle Hu, can I have a drink too?"
Uncle Hu saw that his craftsmanship was recognized and said happily: "Come, come! Everyone has a share!"
Ling Huai, who always felt that everything Su Ling did had deep meaning, also came over and imitated Su Ling and drank a bowl.
An Ruyan and Zhang Yuan next to them had puzzled eyes. The people and objects in this secret realm were just phantoms. What were these people doing?
Su Ling looked at the empty bowl and recalled the taste in her mouth. She felt as if she had returned to her original world, the morning when she drank a bowl of soy milk every day before going to school.
Su Ling's eyes were full of nostalgia. Although she didn't get much opportunity during this trip to the secret realm, it was enough to be able to taste this taste again.
"If I could take it away, I really want to take a pot with me." Su Ling murmured.
Uncle Hu laughed when he heard this and said: "Girl, I happen to have a pot at home. If you like it, I will fill a pot for you when you leave!"
Su Ling was just about to say no, when suddenly there was a noise, yelling, and... the child's heartbreaking cry.
Su Ling and Shidou looked at each other.
"It's Goudan!"
Su Ling put down the bowl and flew up to the wall. She saw the courtyard door of a house not far away was wide open. Outside, there were cultivators in groups of three or three watching the excitement. A monk in the yard was pulling Goudan's hair. Goudan's face was full of tears. It was heartbreaking. Two old men were lying in a pool of blood next to them. A woman was kneeling on the ground with a look of pleading on her face. A monk next to her was holding a sword and looking impatient. There were three monks sitting in the center of the courtyard. , watching all this with cold eyes.
Although he knew that these people were phantoms, Su Ling still felt nervous when he saw this scene. Why? In the end what happened?
In the yard.
"You bad guys killed your grandparents, I hate you so much!!" Goudan cried while struggling, his little face turned red from crying.
The monk holding his hair snorted coldly: "A group of phantoms are really noisy."
The kneeling woman clasped her hands together and begged: "Please, don't hurt my child. If you want to live in it, come in. We don't want our house anymore. Please let me take my child out of here. Please let me leave here." Got it!"
"Huh, it's too late!" Another monk pointed his sword at the woman: "When we asked you, you refused. Now we don't ask you. They are just a group of phantoms. Just kill them."
The woman heard this and continued to beg.
"My husband has passed away, my parents-in-law are sick in bed, and I am the only widow and child left at home. You are all men, how dare I let you stay overnight!"
"Both my parents-in-law were killed by you...I...I just ask you to let me and Goudan go. Goudan is still young, and if his mother dies, he will be an orphan! I will take Goudan away, and the house will be given to you, so we can leave. Far away! Please let us go!! I kowtow to you!!"
After saying that, the woman began to kowtow, and blood started to flow from her forehead.
"Mother! Mother!! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah... yeah..." Goudan looked at mom's face covered in blood and cried out in distress.
Uncle Hu ran in from the door after hearing the sound. When he heard Goudan's cry, he knew something must have happened to Goudan's family, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.
Goudan cried: "Uncle Tiger!!"
"You... why are you killing people!!!" Uncle Hu's eyes were splitting as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A monk laughed: "Why is there another one? If you want to die so much, let's kill them together."
The unrelated cultivators who were cultivating nearby listened to the conversation here and frowned but made no other movements, obviously not wanting to meddle in other people's business.
Uncle Hu was frightened and angry when he saw this group of people, his knees were spinning. He was trembling and rushed forward to pull the monk who was pulling Goudan's hair.
"Why are you killing people!! You guys don't even spare the children!! You are simply devils!!"
The monk kicked Uncle Hu to the ground, and looked at Uncle Hu who vomited blood on the spot, and sneered.
"Devil? I am a cultivator, an immortal! You phantom know nothing!"
"Junior brother, don't waste time on these phantoms. Deal with them as soon as possible. Let's seize the time to practice." Yun Danfeng, a monk sitting in the center of the courtyard, said lightly.
After hearing this, the monk didn't waste any more time and took out his sword to kill Goudan.
clang--
There was a sound of sword energy colliding with metal, and the monk felt his mouth numb. He immediately let go of the sword in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Who?!" The monk raised his head and looked towards the direction where the sword energy was coming from.
On the wall, Su Ling, dressed in green clothes, was making a sound in the air. The purgatory in her hand exuded a powerful and hot evil spirit. Her eyes were as cold as thin blades, and there was a hint of ridicule on the corner of her lips. She looked at the monks in the courtyard, her red lips parted slightly.
"Cultivation to immortality? What kind of bullshit immortality are you cultivating?"
