Chapter 319
Confusing behavior
"eat!"
"Qingyan..."
“Eat quickly!”
"Do you still have this Nine-Colored Holy Immortal Flower..."
"You are told to eat quickly!"
"One petal is enough, you don't need so many."
"How excited are you to eat the pills as if they were candy beans?"
"Wait, I... ugh!"
Yan Qingyan stuffed the nine-colored holy fairy flower into Ling Mochen's mouth.
It's quiet.
Yan Qingyan looked at Ling Mochen unhappily. What a guy.
She has a spiritual spring space. Although the fairy energy in the space is not enough now to cultivate more nine-colored holy fairy flowers, as long as there is enough time, she can plant them all over the space.
Although this thing is a fairy plant, it only has the functions of purifying evil spirits and turbid air, removing negative damage such as curses, and healing injuries.
Who gets seriously injured every day for no reason?
Isn't it time for this magical plant to work?
What's the point of saving?
"Don't worry, I still have two plants in my space, which will be enough for a few hundred years." Seeing Mo Chen's pain, Yan Qingyan explained.
Ling Mochen lay silently on the jade bed, and the medicinal power of the immortal plant quickly repaired the injuries in his body.
The injury, which should have taken at least several months to heal, was almost healed in just a few breaths.
He looked at Yan Qingyan, who was still smiling, and looked at those familiar crescent-shaped eyes, which were full of sweetness like pain in his heart.
He understood those fellow Taoists in the audience who always said that he was wasting God's gifts.
He really wasted resources.
But this is Qingyan's love.
"If other cultivators knew that such a minor injury required the use of an entire immortal plant to heal, I'm afraid they would..."
To say that it is a waste of resources is an understatement; it is likely that even one's spiritual heart will be shaken.
With the current concentration of immortal energy in the Lingquan space, it would take Qingyan at least a hundred years to cultivate such an immortal plant.
But it’s not one of those thousand-year-old nine-color holy flowers that can be easily produced.
Yan Qingyan looked at Ling Mochen silently, feeling the pain in her heart, and didn't say anything for a long time.
When Ling Mochen's expression became more and more strange and he didn't know what he was thinking, he finally told him his purpose.
"Since you know that this Nine-Colored Holy Immortal Flower is hard to come by, then you must not get seriously injured in the final competition, otherwise..."
Yan Qingyan said this, glared at Ling Mochen fiercely, and said: "Otherwise, even if you are only slightly injured, I will feed you a fairy plant!"
Ling Mochen: ...
I won’t dare to do that anymore. I won’t dare to get hurt easily anymore!
How many immortal crystals is a immortal plant worth? Is it more than Qingyan’s bet?
Those are countless immortal crystals!
"Then Qingyan..." Ling Mochen discussed, "For the last game, let's not bet on the immortal crystals, right?"
Yan Qingyan looked at Ling Mochen quietly, with a bright light flashing in her eyes.
In Ling Mochen's stunned eyes, he whispered, "Bet!"
Ling Mochen: ...
......
The most magnificent palace in the center of the Immortal Palace.
Fairy Baicao sat lazily on the fairy throne, her mind slightly moved.
"Just now... was that fairy energy?"
Fairy Baicao looked towards the spiritual fields of Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen, her eyes flashing slightly.
Could it be that the young man has cultivated a new fairy fruit?
Thinking of the two people frantically buying fairy plant seeds in the cloud trading market, and cultivating fairy fruits in her "poor" spiritual field in just a few thousand years, and even growing a fairy fruit king...
Fairy Baicao's heart was slightly moved, and she felt a little expectant.
Just as he was about to get up and go, he thought of the last time he was caught stealing the Jiuhua Colorful Spirit Fruit, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.
Forget it, these two people are in her fairyland after all, they can’t run away.
When these two people grow more fairy fruits, they will sell them to her first.
......
A newly renovated cabin in Lingquan Space.
Ling Mochen sat cross-legged on the jade bed, practicing his heavenly skills, trying his best to refine the remaining medicinal power in his body.
Yan Qingyan sat beside him bored and drew on his face.
"I'll draw two eyes for you if you close your eyes and ignore me!"
There were two funny eyes painted on Ling Mochen's eyelids. At first glance, it looked like he was in a daze with a pair of dull eyes.
After a long time, he stopped practicing.
Seeing that Ling Mochen showed signs of opening his eyes, Yan Qingyan smiled and waved her hand to wipe off the picture on his face.
As soon as Ling Mochen opened his eyes, he saw Yan Qingyan with a smirk on her face.
It was obvious what kind of mischief she had done. Ling Mochen looked at her lovingly and said, "Qingyan, I just hit a bottleneck."
"What? So fast?!"
Yan Qingyan was stunned, as if she was struck by lightning.
We agreed to advance together, but you are one step ahead of me...
Ling Mochen explained: "Perhaps it is because of the Nine-Colored Saint Fairy Flower that the excess medicinal power remained in the body. Once it was refined, it actually mobilized the original fairy spirit in the body."
"As the medicinal properties of the immortal plant circulate throughout my body, my cultivation level in the middle stage of the Tribulation Crossing is also steadily rising."
He vaguely touched the barrier of that realm, and felt that as long as he practiced step by step and accumulated foundation, he could successfully advance to the next stage.
Yan Qingyan was numb. What was wrong with Mo Chen?
Participating in a big competition and getting seriously injured turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and he reached the bottleneck of his realm so quickly.
But she hasn't sensed anything yet.
"I didn't expect the fairy plant to be so effective?" Yan Qingyan muttered, "Then I'll have one to try?"
Ling Mochen was delighted when he heard this and replied with just one word, "Okay."
Qingyan always said that a family should be together.
He ate a magical plant to relieve his minor injury, and his flesh was already in so much pain that he couldn't bear it any more. Qingyan should also try the same feeling.
He didn't think Qingyan really didn't care. Scarcity makes things valuable.
The Nine-Colored Holy Fairy Flower is not yet at the point where Qingyan feels it can be used as a snack.
Sure enough, when Yan Qingyan heard Ling Mochen's "good" words, a hint of pain appeared in her eyes.
She whispered, "I am full of energy now, how can I take healing medicine when my health is full?"
It is the equivalent of putting a band-aid on an intact hand, applying medicine, or hanging a medicine bottle on a healthy person... What confusing behavior?
Yan Qingyan continued: "How about I get myself seriously injured first?"
"no!"
Ling Mochen became anxious when he heard this and glared at her unhappily.
A good person, why is he asking for trouble?
Injured for taking a healing herb? What kind of confusing behavior is this?
"You are not allowed to get hurt!" Ling Mochen was anxious.
Yan Qingyan laughed, "Haha~ I was just joking."
"How can you joke like that?" Ling Mochen laughed angrily.
He didn't dare to imagine Qingyan being seriously injured. Just thinking of her covered in blood made him feel so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
Now, he finally understood why Qing Yan would rather waste the medicinal power of an immortal plant than give him such a warning yesterday.
Ling Mochen's heart warmed, and he said seriously: "In the last battle, I will fight seriously, just to hone myself and make progress in the battle."
"But don't worry, Qingyan. I won't end up like last time."
"good."
Yan Qingyan also skipped the topic of the Nine-Colored Holy Fairy Flower, took out the photo stone and smiled.
"For the last scene, wear your red robe."
"I actually want to record the way you admit defeat."
Speaking of this, Yan Qingyan's shoulders trembled with excitement.
Mo Chen who wins the game will be photographed, and Mo Chen who loses will also be photographed!
She seemed to have found a new way of entertainment in this world that had been peaceful for a thousand years.
Ling Mochen: ...
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