"My pen is more useful." Gu Qingxi took out a box of drawing pencils and gave it to Senior Sister Jiang. "When you have used up the tip of the pencil, you can use a knife to sharpen it, and the refill inside will be exposed."
"This is good, you don't have to dirty your hands." Senior Sister Jiang happily took it, "I will give you one when I refine the pill."
Senior Sister Jiang can actually afford to buy a photo stone, and use it to record the appearance of various herbs, and finally record it into a jade slip. But she prefers to observe the herbs carefully on the spot and draw all the details of the herbs carefully. This will help her understand the herbs better.
"No, Senior Sister Jiang, this pill should be very precious." Gu Qingxi immediately refused. It was just a box of pencils, and she couldn't afford such a heavy return gift.
"Let's talk about it after I succeed in refining it." Senior Sister Jiang was actually not very confident about the pill this time, so she didn't continue the topic, but decided to go up the mountain first. Bai Xinghua mostly grows on the mountainside, and you have to choose a suitable place to wait before dark.
Halfway up the mountain, Senior Sister Jiang chose a place, swept away the snow around, and prepared to make a bonfire. Although the cultivator is not afraid of the cold, that is because she has circulated her spiritual power to cover her whole body. It is not good to keep consuming spiritual power. What if something unexpected happens?
At this time, Gu Qingxi felt that the baby had woken up.
Most of the time, the baby was asleep. Now it was too cold, so the baby was awakened by the cold? Gu Qingxi guessed.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! There are spiritual rice everywhere." The baby's excited voice sounded in Gu Qingxi's mind.
Then the baby jumped out of the bag, jumped into a ball of snow, and then quickly jumped out of the same way, jumped into Gu Qingxi's arms, shivering.
Ah, no, silly baby, this is snow, it will be cold... Gu Qingxi didn't have time to say this.
"Daddy, daddy, it's cold!" The baby's childish voice was full of grievances.
Gu Qingxi circulated her spiritual power and wrapped the baby's body, and the baby felt better and stopped humming.
"Eh? Is this Junior Sister Gu's spiritual pet?" Senior Sister Jiang asked in surprise. Just now she saw a fluffy yellow ball jumping around, now she can see clearly, it is actually a little yellow chicken?
"Yes, my cub." Gu Qingxi proudly held the cub and approached the campfire to keep the cub warm.
"So cute, what does she eat? Spiritual fruit?" Senior Sister Jiang looked at the fluffy ball and liked it very much. She took out a red spiritual fruit from her storage bag.
"Eat. Cub, thank Senior Sister Jiang quickly." Gu Qingxi took the fruit and said to the cub.
The cub flapped its wings to express its gratitude.
"Is his name Cub?" Senior Sister Jiang asked.
"Yes."
The cub was already pecking at the fruit seriously, and his mouth was full of juice. Gu Qingxi found a handkerchief and wiped the juice from the corner of the cub's mouth.
Senior Sister Jiang wanted to raise a spiritual pet, but she thought that once she made the elixir, she might be in seclusion for a long time. It would be miserable to raise a spiritual pet and let it starve to death. Forget it.
After eating the spiritual fruit, the baby fell asleep again.
Gu Qingxi and Senior Sister Jiang sat around the campfire, chatting and waiting for the sun to set.
The sky gradually darkened, and Senior Sister Jiang stood up: "Let's go!"
It was obviously not the first time for Senior Sister Jiang to collect white star flowers, because she was experienced and could always quickly find the place where white star flowers grew, and then collect them quickly. In a short while, five flowers were collected.
Time was very tight, with less than a quarter of an hour.
"You can find another one." Senior Sister Jiang searched around, and then shouted in surprise, "Found it."
Just when Senior Sister Jiang had just collected it, Gu Qingxi's expression changed slightly, and suddenly she pulled Senior Sister Jiang behind her, staring at the front with sharp eyes.
In front, two male cultivators appeared, one in front and one behind.
The male cultivator in front was a little handsome, but... he had no eyebrows. His face looked a little weird. There was another male cultivator behind him, with a cold look and sharp eyebrows.
The male cultivator in front saw Senior Sister Jiang collecting white star flowers, and rushed over excitedly, saying to Senior Sister Jiang: "My fellow Daoist, can you sell me the white star flowers you just collected? I have been looking for them here for three days, and I haven't found a single one. I am willing to pay a high price..."
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the male cultivator behind him.
The cold male cultivator grabbed his collar and pulled him back, looking at Gu Qingxi and Senior Sister Jiang with cold eyes: "Hand over the white star flowers you just collected."
Gu Qingxi: "..." So, this is to rob them?
Senior Sister Jiang hid behind Gu Qingxi and whispered: "This is why I want you to escort me." There will always be people who bully the weak in the world of cultivation, and there are even people who kill people for treasures. She is a weak alchemist walking alone outside, like a walking spirit stone, it is not surprising that she is robbed.
Gu Qingxi and Senior Sister Jiang were just lamenting that the handsome male cultivator had such bad luck, and things suddenly turned out like this.
Why did this cold-blooded male cultivator have such confidence? Because he was already in the late Jindan stage, while the two female cultivators in front of him were only in the early Jindan stage. One of them should be an alchemist, and the taste of a weak chicken is exactly the same as his junior brother, so he can be ignored. The other one is just a sword cultivator in the early Jindan stage, who looks thin and weak, and can't fight at first glance, and is not to be feared at all.
That's why he decided to rob. In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. He is stronger than them, so what's the problem with asking them to hand over their things?
"Brother, no!" The handsome male cultivator anxiously stopped him and stretched out his hand to pull his senior brother's sleeve.
"Shut up." The cold-blooded male cultivator shook off his junior brother's hand, then drew his sword and said to Gu Qingxi, "If you don't want to suffer, hand over Bai Xinghua."
"Brother, how can you do this? That's what they collected. How can we rob it?" The handsome male cultivator shouted angrily.
"Who made them weak." The cold-blooded male cultivator was unmoved and said in a cold voice.
"Oh, the weak should be bullied and robbed, right?" Gu Qingxi said slowly.
"Isn't it?" The cold male cultivator sneered and said disdainfully, "The weak should just hand over all the things and I will spare your life." "Is that so
..." Gu Qingxi dragged out his voice, with an unclear meaning.
The cold male cultivator was about to say something more cruel with a look of disdain, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
An ominous premonition came to his mind, she was stalling for time!
However, it was too late.
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