Mu Wanwan didn't know how she spent the night. She didn't sleep because she was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood again. Fortunately, she has become a second-level monk now. She is still very energetic the next day after not sleeping all night.
It's just that the spiritual power in her body was used up a little too quickly.
The sky outside gradually brightened up. Mr. Long's face seemed to be better than before, and he hadn't vomited blood for four or five hours. Mu Wanwan searched for the last bit of spiritual power in her body, cultivated the last green star grass seedling into fruit, and fed it to Mr. Long.
As of now, all their Baizhen fruits and green star grass seedlings have been used up. Now there is only half a ginseng, two bags of seeds on her body, and a few silver and copper coins.
It can even be said that they have reached the end of their rope.
Mu Wanwan was panicking. She was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood before she could cultivate the next batch of spiritual fruits. Then she would really have to rely on the ginseng, which was already running out.
Mu Wanwan forced herself to calm down, pulled a handful of Mr. Long's furry ears to calm her mind, then sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes and tried to absorb some spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
——In this cat-shaped continent, there are many races, and the cultivation methods of each race are very different.
For example, the witch clan has witch power from birth, can manipulate puppet insects, refine blood servants and zombies, and are good at some sinister means. The demon race is a group of great demons that have cultivated into human form, except for the dragon race. The Special Life Alliance is full of special lives with unique talents and skills on this continent.
These three races occupy three small cat ridges, connected to Mr. Long's territory, and share a set of level divisions, except for human cultivators.
As the most numerous race on the continent, the human race has excellent reproductive and creative abilities, but most of them are weak. There are also very few people with spiritual roots in the human race, and there may not be one in ten thousand people. Therefore, although the human race has the largest number, it still cannot occupy the largest territory. Most of
the human cultivators living in the dragon territory will choose to leave the dragon territory after their strength reaches the second level and go to the human cultivation world to seek a cultivation method that is more suitable for them.
In the human cultivation world, there is another way of saying that strength is divided. For example, Mu Wanwan's previous level of strength is called the Qi Refining Stage in the cultivation world. The second level is the Foundation Building Stage, the third level is the Golden Elixir Stage, the fourth level is the Spiritual Transformation Stage, the fifth level is the Infant Formation Stage, the sixth level is the Void Breaking Stage, the seventh level is the Mahayana Stage, and after that, it is directly ascended.
Although the original father was a fourth-level strongman, the Mu family only used a very crude cultivation method. Mu Wanwan and Bai Shuiyao learned a set of inferior mental methods. She was a wood-type spiritual root, and Bai Shuiyao was a water-type spiritual root.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is abundant in some places and thin in others.
For example, the place where Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long live now was originally the place with the most abundant spiritual power in the entire Long Mansion. But later, when Mr. Long was defeated, Ao Qin directly modified the formation in the mansion, and the spiritual power in their small courtyard became increasingly thin, so it was better to sleep and recover faster than to practice.
But this time when she woke up, Mu Wanwan felt that her sensitivity to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was much better than before. She tried to practice for more than half an hour, and her spiritual power recovered by about one-tenth, which was the amount required to cultivate a green star grass seedling to maturity.
Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, took a green star grass seed, and cultivated a fruit in one breath, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past, she could recover all her spiritual power after a sleep, but she was only at the first level before, and her total spiritual power was less than one-third of what it is now. She usually slept for seven hours.
If she did not sleep during these seven hours and continued to cultivate, she could recover about seven-tenths of her spiritual power, which was more cost-effective than sleeping.
Mu Wanwan carefully put away the green star grass that was obviously more abundant than the one she cultivated at the previous first level, and then took another look at Mr. Long before quickly washing the dirty clothes and quilt.
After washing the quilt, Mu Wanwan heated up the steamed eggs and spiritual rice porridge that she had prepared to feed the dragon last night and ate them. After recovering some strength, she cultivated spiritual plants while paying attention to Mr. Long's condition.
By the time Mr. Long stopped vomiting blood and was finally able to eat some spiritual rice porridge, Mu Wanwan had not slept for four consecutive days.
"Mr. Long, I'm so tired." Mu Wanwan carried the last bit of spiritual rice porridge into the room and couldn't help but complain to the other living dragon in the room.
The temperature has dropped a few degrees these days, and the weather has changed from sunny to cloudy, and it's going to rain again.
The originally deserted yard seemed even colder.
She seemed to be living a life isolated from the world, living in the cycle of cultivating spiritual plants, practicing, and feeding dragons, and she couldn't stand it.
Mu Wanwan sat down beside him, fed him the last bit of spiritual rice porridge, and then asked, "Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?"
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent." Mu Wanwan squinted and said some bullying words to the plant dragon, and couldn't wait to put her hands on Mr. Long's two white ears.
Ah~ The touch is soft, the hair is fine and soft, although the area is not large, but it is really good for healing! !
She felt that her fatigue these days seemed to be swept away by this pair of furry ears.
After touching for a while and getting addicted, Mu Wanwan let go of her hand with a lingering feeling, sighed resignedly, and continued to dig the soil to cultivate spiritual plants.
Last time, she brought back a lot of first-level Baizhen Fruit and Green Star Grass seeds from her uncle. She has been cultivating some of them over time. Excluding the seeds for feeding Mr. Long, she can now harvest 28 Baizhen Fruits and 40 Green Star Grass seeds. The number of Baizhen Fruit and Green Star Grass seedlings added up to 17.
Baizhen Fruit is the same fruit that Ao Qin sent over before. The first-level fruit is slightly smaller than the second-level one, but larger than the Green Star Grass fruit. It takes more spiritual power to cultivate a Baizhen Fruit than Green Star Grass, and the color of the Baizhen Fruit she cultivated is also darker.
When Mu Wanwan ate the peel of Baizhen Fruit before, she thought it tasted okay, crunchy, and the juice she squeezed out every time she fed Mr. Long was also very fragrant, but she didn't expect the juice-filled flesh inside to taste so bad, a bit like a rotten apple with an orange flavor, the kind that was rotten into water_(:з」∠)_
So after eating it once, Mu Wanwan never ate it again, and even felt a little sympathy for Mr. Long. After
she came here, among the three plants she cultivated, the burning grass was not considered a spiritual plant, let's not talk about it for now, just talk about the Baizhen Fruit and the Green Star Grass fruit, one only has a delicious skin, and the other tastes very bitter.
It's not as delicious as the fruits grown by ordinary people.
Mu Wanwan finished her work and cultivated some seedlings. Seeing that it was getting dark, she was worried that it might rain at night, so she put away her clothes and went to the study in the side hall to check the time.
Today was the fifth day after she woke up. She had been unconscious on the third day after she came back, so it had been about eight days in total.
The main thing was that she didn't know how long she had been unconscious. If she had been unconscious for a long time, she would have been able to leave.
Moreover, it was almost time for the next monthly allowance.
She went out shortly after Fu Liu gave her the monthly allowance, and she had gone out twice now. After this time, their monthly allowance would probably arrive in ten days.
Mu Wanwan was calculating the assets at home, and after thinking about it, she decided to put all the cultivated plants into the Qiankun bag first, and go out for a try tomorrow morning.
The main reason was that the spiritual rice at home was finished, and some needed to be replenished.
After all, raising dragons is expensive, and she always felt guilty for not giving Mr. Long spiritual rice. Moreover, spiritual rice has very few impurities, and most of them will be converted into energy and absorbed by the body after eating, which is better for practitioners.
Although she didn't sleep these days, she also had some more fruits in her hands that could be sold for money.
The price of Baizhen Fruit is higher than that of Bixing Grass. Three Baizhen Fruits can be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone. If everything goes well tomorrow, she can exchange for twenty low-grade spirit stones, which is still a little too little.
Mu Wanwan frowned, wondering if Uncle Zong would collect the seedlings that had not been cultivated to maturity.
In fact, she knew that her current speed was not slow, mainly because the fruits she cultivated in these days still needed to be fed to Mr. Long, and she had been delayed for a few days before. Fortunately, she was promoted to a second-level cultivator, otherwise she might not even have twenty low-grade spirit stones.
Mu Wanwan sighed, packed up the things she wanted to sell, and after thinking about it, she packed up the seedlings as well, then lit the lamp and started making a purse.
When she was really busy these days, she would use the scraps of cloth and needle and thread she bought from the market to make purses.
Her needlework was OK, as she needed to learn some sewing when she was in the orphanage, and she also joined the handicraft club in college. She knew some simple embroidery, but only a little, so the purses she made only had simple patterns on them.
She made three in the past few days, one with a little bird embroidered on it, one with a flower embroidered on it, and the one in her hand, which had...
a pair of dragon horns embroidered on it.
To be precise, it was a pair of broken horns.
There was even a pair of furry ears next to the pair of broken horns.
Although the embroidery could not produce a furry effect.
Mu Wanwan didn't know why she would embroider such a purse that was obviously unsalable, but she naturally began to embroider the corners in front of Mr. Long. She was almost done with it orz, and it
should be finished tonight.
Mu Wanwan held the needle and thread in her hand, moved a stool and sat on the bed. There was a warm light beside her. She saw the handkerchief that was almost finished and Mr. Long who was quietly closing his eyes. She felt at peace.
She lowered her head and did the needlework seriously. She didn't notice Mr. Long who was lying quietly. Her black eyelashes trembled unnaturally, and her ears trembled.
The side effects of losing half a drop of heart blood were greater than he thought. He had been in a painful coma for the past few days and had just regained some consciousness.
The meridians were still very painful, and the nucleus was not healed, and was even a little dimmer than before, but the curse seemed to be a little lighter. Mr. Long silently checked his condition and felt his dry and comfortable tail. A little sweetness rose in his heart.
Originally, according to his estimation and the curse of the monsters, after this coma, if there was no spiritual power replenishment, his tail would definitely rot.
But now it is not rotten, which can explain the problem.
Mr. Long endured the constant pain and quietly probed a little consciousness.
He wanted to see her.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (complaint): "I finally woke up but I didn't even see my wife! QAQ!"