This is a cliff, and you can only see the majestic mountainside on the opposite side.
Chu Cheng kept walking towards the cliff, one person and one tiger, leaving footprints in the snow.
He jumped down and was blown up by the wind.
After five breaths, Chu Cheng landed on the ground.
Under this cliff, there is a mountainous area less than one mile in diameter.
The mountains are covered with white snow, but it cannot cover the green spiritual grass.
"Roar!"
Xiaobai roared from above and touched the edge of the cliff with his forelimbs, not daring to jump off. A piece of gravel fell and fell beside Chu Cheng.
"You damn tiger! Coward!" Chu Cheng raised his head and glanced at Xiao Bai, and said angrily: "Just wait for me up there."
When Xiaobai heard this, he exhaled very humanely, then lay down on the snow and closed his eyes lazily.
Chu Cheng withdrew his gaze and focused it on the snow.
"These are all golden grasses, there are about six hundred of them. It seems that no one has discovered this place for a long time." Chu Cheng smiled happily.
Each mountain is very large and has a wide range. If a mortal were to climb this mountain, even if it took ten years, he might not be able to visit every place.
Therefore, the twenty-one peripheral areas are divided into more than two dozen mountains, and each small area governs two.
Each one is opened every three years to give some low-level spiritual grass time to grow.
A Qi Gathering monk cannot fly more than a hundred feet, and even if he climbs a rock mountain, he will only reach the top at a maximum of more than two thousand feet.
The higher you go, the thinner the air is, and conversely, the denser the spiritual energy.
Chu Cheng quickly collected these more than 600 golden grasses. Heading towards higher ground again.
More than 600 plants may surpass Huang Gui's group. But it will never exceed the total of those ninety people.
Chu Cheng always liked to strategize, so he continued walking to higher places when it was still early.
Time passed, and three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Chu Cheng had reached six thousand feet of the mountain.
Here, the snow accumulation became thicker and thicker, and Chu Cheng had no choice but to walk while floating, and put Xiaobai back into the storage bag.
There are already more than 2,000 golden grass plants in his storage bag.
Along the way, especially after four thousand feet, the number of spiritual grasses increased. But after reaching five thousand feet, the spiritual grass became sparse again.
However, these spiritual herbs are no longer low-level elixirs.
All he saw were some fourth-level or even fifth-level elixirs.
Chu Cheng's eyes were so hot that he couldn't resist the temptation to pick it. When his hand touched the spiritual grass, he found that there was something mysterious about it. There was a force that blocked him. Not only that one, but also the fourth-level spiritual grass.
This is a rule, a restriction imposed by the great master of the Purple Fortune Sect. Only those who have reached a certain status can pick the corresponding elixir.
And the reason why this golden grass can be harvested is all because of this mission, which opened the rule.
The power of rules can only be achieved by the powerful Shengxu.
This kind of rule cannot be broken unless it is Shengxu or those heaven-defying true gods.
Chu Cheng had no choice but to give up and continue climbing higher.
Six thousand feet higher, the scenery on the mountain is even more magnificent. Smoke and clouds surround the mountain, and the spiritual trees are covered with spiritual fruits. Fairy birds and spiritual beasts pass through from time to time, making it more like an outdoor peach orchard.
When we got here, there was no trace of golden grass anymore.
Chu Cheng walked towards the fruit forest, looking at the red fruits, he felt a little familiar.
He opened the spiritual sketch album and flipped through it, and after a while he found the record of this kind of fruit.
Wan Meng Guo is a sixth-level spiritual fruit. One fruit can increase your life span by fifty years. Thousands of years of growth, hundreds of years of fruitfulness. If you wear deep purple for ten thousand years, your life span will increase by five hundred years.
Seeing this, Chu Cheng's eyes flickered, looking at those spiritual fruits, he almost drooled.
This is the real spiritual fruit of heaven and earth, the fairy fruit that all monks dream of!
"One fruit increases life span by fifty years. Doesn't it mean that if you eat them all, you can increase your life span by ten thousand years?" Chu Cheng drooled.
For thousands of years, even if Chu Cheng slept every day, he would probably be promoted to Nascent Soul.
"puff!"
At this moment, a silver bell-like laughter sounded.
On that square of bluestone, stood a woman in white.
She turned around, her blue eyes filled with clear tenderness. The world stood still for a moment and became clear, seeming to blow away the wind and snow.
The woman in white plucked a red fruit and walked towards Chu Cheng.
Her movements brought up the silver bells around her waist, which tinkled softly and made a crisp and sweet sound.
The beautiful woman's face is like jade, and she looks at the world.
The woman in white is very beautiful, even more beautiful than Feng Qingqing, and she has a unique temperament.
This kind of temperament was something Chu Cheng had never seen before.
She stood there as if she was not there.
In this forest of fairy fruits, the woman standing here seems to form a painting.
Paintings of beauties from mountains and rivers.
If there is a famous painting master here, he will definitely be shocked.
Because all he saw was this woman, and the mountains, the snow, and the fairy forest were no longer there!
These! They all blend in with this woman in white.
Looking at her is looking at the scenery of mountains and rivers!
Chu Cheng looked at the woman in white walking towards him, his pupils narrowed slightly.
"This is the artistic conception!" Chu Cheng was shocked.
What shocked him was not the artistic conception, but that this woman was taking the right path.
For a moment, he seemed to be in a world with only her.
She is his only heart.
"Huh?" The woman in white was softly surprised and said softly: "You little guy is so funny. This is not how the dream fruit is calculated. For each monk, only one is effective. Even if you eat thousands of them, you will still be able to eat it." It has no effect.”
Chu Cheng came back to his senses and saw the token in the waist of the woman in white. His eyes narrowed again.
Five purple elixir patterns, fifth-grade elixir king. This woman in white is actually Danjun!
Chu Cheng took a deep breath, bowed to the woman, and said loudly: "Junior Chu Wu has met the senior."
Facing this powerful woman, Chu Cheng naturally would not tell himself his real name.
"Chu Wu? Your name is quite interesting." The woman in white smiled softly, and said: "You are a foundation-building monk, and there is something extraordinary about being able to come here. Meeting is fate, and you are destined to this place, and it is yours. By chance, this dream fruit will be given to you as a gift."
"Give it to me?" Chu Cheng was delighted.
The woman in white handed Wan Mengguo over, and Chu Cheng caught it, looked at the orchard full of fruits, thought for a moment and said: "Senior, since you said that coming here is an opportunity, can you give it to me again?" Two?"
The woman in white frowned, shook her head and said, "You are just one person, one pill is enough."
"No! Senior! I have two more here." After saying that, Chu Cheng released the big and small ones.
"Senior, look, these are three creatures that have come here." Chu Cheng said with a smile. I almost took out the thing under me to increase the number of people.
When the woman in white saw Dabai, she was attracted by the aura of a sixth-level monster emanating from his body.
She let out a soft sigh again, but her expression immediately returned to Gujing Wubo's expression.
Everyone has their own opportunities, and having a sixth-level demon pet is nothing. The woman in white clothes always felt that the man in white clothes was a bit unusual, so she gave him a dream fruit as a gift.
"Well, this can be considered an opportunity for them." The woman in white stretched out her hand and gently picked off two of them.
"Thank you, senior!" Chu Cheng took these two and immediately beamed.
"No need to thank me, this is just your opportunity." The woman in white shook her head and said again: "You shouldn't stay here for a long time. Just leave."
Chu Cheng raised his head and glanced ahead, vaguely seeing an exquisite bamboo building deep in the orchard, and suddenly realized something in his heart.
This is where the woman in white lives.
"Thank you, senior! I'll leave now, junior! Farewell!" Chu Cheng put the big and small children away and left here happily.
"Just give one of them to Qingqing." Chu Cheng smiled, looked at the fruit forest again, and thought to himself. One day, I must serve those wildflowers in one pot!
Two hours later, the sky was dyed red by the sunset. Chu Cheng finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.
He saw several young men with bruised noses and swollen faces, and couldn't help but laugh.
As expected, Song Dawei and the others were intercepted, and they looked frustrated at this time.
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