Chapter 16: Spiritual Plants Mature
Half a day passed quickly, and at night, after Su Qingwu finished his dinner, he returned to the wooden house and began to practice the techniques he had learned in the Baishu Hall.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
A round of moonlight penetrated the gap, shone into the wooden house, and fell on the black-clothed girl who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, adding a sense of ethereality to her.
Occasionally, there were sounds of insects and birds outside, but they had no effect on Su Qingwu, who was concentrating on learning magic.
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Four hours later, the sky gradually brightened.
Inside the wooden house, a wooden shield suddenly gathered around the girl in black, completely enveloping her.
After a few breaths, a series of cracking sounds were heard.
Dense, spider-web-like cracks appeared around the wooden shield, and then it shattered with a loud bang.
Su Qingwu reappeared, with a hint of joy on his face.
The last technique, the Wooden Shield Technique, was finally mastered successfully!
I carefully counted the methods I now mastered, a total of six.
Falling Feather Technique, Small Spirit Rain Technique, Wooden Shield Technique, Water Sword Technique, Cleansing Technique and Object Protection Technique.
Although they were all basic techniques, for her who had just started practicing, being able to master them one by one was already a cause for joy.
After meditating for a while, Su Qingwu stood up and left the wooden house.
Outside, the rays of light began to rise, illuminating the earth, and the spiritual fields were dyed orange.
After observing for a while and confirming that there was nothing unusual about the spiritual plant, she skillfully picked up the bamboo bucket and headed to the spiritual spring well on the peak...
After six trips back and forth, we successfully completed the morning watering task and went to the canteen for lunch.
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After two sticks of incense, we entered the Daofeng Spirit Hall.
Su Qingwu walked into the hall and came to his usual seat.
On the table, the encyclopedia of spiritual plants was still placed.
After reading for a while, the uncle teacher came in and the half-day class started...
Sun Ruolan did not come today.
Strictly speaking, she has been going to Rudao Peak for a month. According to the sect's regulations, she can choose to come in the future and it is no longer a mandatory requirement.
During this class, Su Qingwu was rarely called upon to answer questions.
She was also happy and relaxed. After the class ended, she followed her usual routine, had lunch, and returned to Cuimu Peak to continue her practice...
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As time passed, Su Qingwu's life in the sect was peaceful and indifferent.
She likes this time very much.
Learn new knowledge every day, then practice, take care of spiritual plants, and occasionally listen to their voices.
After experiencing the natural disaster, for her, the years are peaceful and quiet, nothing could be better than this.
Most of the lectures in the Baishu Hall were repetitive in the end, but Su Qingwu still listened carefully and occasionally had new insights.
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Morning rises and night falls, day after day, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Except for the fifty-six spiritual plants planted later, all the spiritual plants in the courtyard have matured and can be harvested at any time.
Early that morning, Su Qingwu walked out of the wooden house, and the voice of the spiritual plant continued to reach his ears.
"You've finally grown up, it's time to leave~"
"I'm actually very envious of bipeds because they can live for a long time. Unlike us, once we grow up and produce seeds, our consciousness disappears, and only an empty shell remains..."
"My race's memory tells me that not every spiritual plant is like this. There are also very long-lived ancestors~"
"Make a wish. If there is an afterlife, don't be reborn as a short-lived spirit plant~"
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Su Qingwu listened to these words and remained silent.
She couldn't communicate with the spiritual plants, and even if she could, she wouldn't be able to say anything.
Monks plant spiritual plants for the purpose of refining elixirs and medicines.
Even if their consciousness does not disappear, she will harvest them without hesitation.
Those who are kind-hearted and soft-hearted will not live long in the world of immortal cultivation.
After the spiritual plant matures, it can be preserved the longest if the entire root is pulled out.
Since obtaining the mysterious stone bottle, Su Qingwu has watered 236 spiritual plants.
Thinking of the effect of repaying one's cultivation, she immediately walked to one of the plants, stretched out her bare hand, grasped the part close to the root system, and gently lifted it up.