Ten acres of spiritual millet are fully mature, yellow and heavy, and the millet exudes a faint and attractive fragrance. Chu Jun uncovered his upper body, revealing his well-proportioned and strong body, and was picking spiritual millet under the scorching sun. Chu Jun held a treasure bag in his hand, picked up the spiritual millet from the ears of millet and put it into the treasure bag. This kind of treasure bag is a special space item that can hold five square meters of things. It is quite expensive. It cost a full five hundred spirit beans. If Chu Jun hadn't sold the Leiwei beast crystal, I really can't afford it.
While Chu Jun was working in full swing, a thin little girl wearing a plaid skirt came bounding to the edge of the spiritual field, took out a small cloth bag from her pocket, slung it on her arm, and followed Chu Jun. Pick up the grains that fell to the ground. There are still grains of millet on the ears of millet that have not been wiped clean. The little girl will happily pick them off and put them into a small cloth bag with great care.
In the past two days, whenever Chu Jun started harvesting spiritual millet, the thin little girl would appear on time with a small cloth bag. This little guy is very sensible. He never touches the spiritual millet that Chu Jun has not finished harvesting, but only picks up the missing ones. Sometimes Chu Jun would deliberately spill some spiritual millet, or leave out a dozen or so grains of spiritual millet on the ears of millet, so the little girl's little bag would be full when she left every day.
"Little one, tell uncle, what's your name?" Chu Jun wiped his sweat and asked casually.
This is the third time Chu Jun has asked this question. The thin little girl glanced at Chu Jun with her black grape-like eyes. She lowered her head and continued to carefully search for the ears of millet on the ground. She put a small bag of millet in her arm. Swinging around the bend.
"It seems he is really mute!" Chu Jun sighed inwardly.
In his previous life, Chu Jun was born in a poor family, with little food and clothing. He was sent to a special force to be trained when he was nine years old. He has never been back home. He still vaguely remembers that he has a sister who is two or three years younger than the little one in front of him. The girl is generally tall and short, with yellow hair, and is so thin that she looks like she can be blown up by the wind, but she is very sensible and obedient.
The little girl who was searching carefully suddenly cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. Chu Jun hurriedly asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
The little girl raised her right middle finger towards Chu Jun. She was very thin, but her skin was surprisingly white and tender. Under the sun, her little hands were so tender that they were almost transparent, and even the blood vessels were clearly visible.
Chu Jun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there was a small cut on her middle finger, and pale pink blood slowly seeped out. It must have been cut by a Lingsu leaf.
Chu Jun was a little dumbfounded. He leaned down and grabbed her little hand and wiped the blood on her wound with a cloth, but the blood soon came out again. The little guy looked at Chu Jun with tears in his eyes, but did not cry. After trying it several times in a row, Chu Jun had no choice but to put the little girl's finger into his mouth. The saliva contained ingredients to disinfect and stop bleeding, but it was only for small wounds.
"Sweet!" Chu Jun glanced at the little girl in confusion. He just saw that the blood flowing out of the little girl was pink. Chu Jun thought it was because the blood was too thin. But now it seems that this is not the reason at all. Her blood It turned out to be sweet.
"Maybe the blood of people in this world is sweet, right?" Chu Jun thought to himself.
The little girl looked longingly at Chu Jun, who was holding her finger in his mouth, with a hint of timidity in her eyes. Chu Jun took the little girl's finger out after holding it in his mouth for a while, and found that the pale pink blood on the fingertip was slowly seeping out again, unable to stop it at all. Only then did Chu Jun realize the seriousness of the problem. He remembered that there was a kind of person whose wounds could not heal due to lack of platelets. Even small wounds might die from excessive blood loss. This kind of people are called "glass people". They have to be careful in everything they do and cannot scratch the skin, because small injuries can be fatal. Once injured, even if the skin is broken a little, platelets must be transfused by the hospital to stop the bleeding. .
Seeing the blood on the little girl's fingers kept coming out, Chu Jun couldn't help but become anxious, and used the Crescent Moon's divine power with the idea of giving it a try. Under the influence of the cold and holy crescent moon power, the wound on the little girl's finger slowly stopped bleeding. Chu Jun couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. This time he got it right.
"Be careful in the future!" Chu Jun took back the power of the new moon and touched the little guy's head with a smile.
The little girl had two crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes and nodded her little head. This was the first time she responded to Chu Jun's words. Chu Jun took the little guy's bag, filled it with spirit millet, hung it back on her arm, and said with a smile: "No need to pick it up, uncle will give you a bag!"
But the little girl put the bag on the ground, pointed at the treasure bag in Chu Jun's hand, waved her little hand, and whispered: "No!"
Chu Jun was stunned, it turned out that she could speak.
"My uncle gave it to you, why don't you want it?" Chu Jun asked curiously.
The little girl lowered her head and uttered three words: "Daddy scolds me!"
Chu Jun couldn't help but suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Tell dad you picked it up!"
The little girl still shook her head to say no. Seeing this, Chu Jun had to pour the spirit grains in the small cloth bag back into the treasure bag, leaving only a small half. The little girl looked at Chu Jun eagerly, but refused to take the small cloth bag. Chu Jun grabbed two more handfuls of spirit millet in the cloth bag, and then she took the small cloth bag and slung it on her arm. Chu Jun was suddenly so moved that his nose felt a little sore. What a sensible little guy!
Next, Chu Jun continued to harvest spiritual millet silently, and the little girl still followed behind him meticulously to pick up the missing grains. Sometimes Chu Jun deliberately throws away whole ears of millet that have not been harvested. The little girl seems to realize that Chu Jun does this on purpose, and will pick them out and return them to Chu Jun every time.
The sun went down, and the little girl staggered away with a bag full of soul millet. Chu Jun felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, so he packed up and left. Not long after Chu Jun left, a Tingting figure turned out from behind the tree, with bright eyes as bright as smoke, gentle and graceful, and a beautiful face that was shy of the moon. Zhao Yu watched Chu Jun's tall figure disappear from sight, sighed quietly, turned around and disappeared into the dusk after a few ups and downs.
Chu Jun went to Lingtian early the next morning to continue picking Ling millet, but he didn't see the thin little girl carrying a cloth bag until noon. In the next few days, until Chu Jun harvested the last spiritual millet, the little girl never appeared again. Chu Jun actually felt a faint sense of loss in his heart, and vaguely felt that something might have happened.
There was a bumper harvest of spiritual millet. Chu Jun's ten acres of spiritual field harvested 29,000 jins of spiritual millet. The yield per mu reached almost 3,000 jins. After turning in 20,000 jins, there were still 9,000 jins left. It was really enviable to others, many of them. People even come to learn from Chu Jun, a planting expert. Chu Jun exchanged nine thousand kilograms of spiritual millet for eight hundred spiritual beans, which was considered a small profit.
After harvesting the spiritual millet, Zhengtianmen ushered in a lively event - a martial arts competition.
Both the inner disciples and the outer disciples are excited and looking forward to it. Many of them are sharpening their guns in battle and running to the martial arts field every day. They wish they could become a top master immediately and win the first place. The most important thing is to give the first place prize to Take it. You know, in order to encourage the disciples to practice diligently, the upper echelons of the Zhengtian Sect give extremely generous prizes to the top ten in the martial arts competition. Last year, the first place among the inner disciples was rewarded with a second-grade elementary magic weapon, and the first place among the outer disciples was rewarded with 10,000 spirit beans, which was really eye-catching.
For the outer disciples, there is another thing they are looking forward to, and that is the spirit testing activity after the martial arts competition. If they are not allowed to test and glow with their spiritual roots, then it will be like a carp jumping over the dragon gate and a pheasant flying. Climb the phoenix branch!
Chu Jun was very interested in the first place prize, and also in the spirit testing activities. Being able to enter the inner gate meant that he could practice Zhengtianmen's exercises, the ones that could discharge electricity. Chu Jun rushed to Yaowu Hall early in the morning to sign up for the martial arts competition of the outer disciples.
When Chu Jun saw the skinny young man sitting behind the counter, he couldn't help but be shocked. This guy was the one who wanted to buy his piece of thunderstone. Chu Jun was hesitating whether to step forward to sign up, but the outer disciples lining up behind him began to urge him. The thin boy behind the counter raised his head, glanced at Chu Jun, and shouted impatiently: "Hey, hey, um... I'm talking about you... Sign up quickly, my time is very precious!"
Chu Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was shocked out of shape that day, so he couldn't recognize him now. Chu Jun stepped forward with confidence and said: "My name is Chu Jun!"
The skinny boy wrote Chu Jun in his notebook. Suddenly he raised his head and stared at Chu Jun, asking: "Why do you look so familiar? Have we met before?"
Chu Jun grinned and said, "I have a popular face. Many people say they look familiar when they see me. Senior brother, I recognized the wrong person!" After saying that, he turned around and left!
The skinny boy scratched his head with a pen and said to himself: "Popular face? I also have a public face, why no one says I look familiar... The next one, um... What about you, hurry up and sign up, my time is precious Very good!”
As soon as Chu Jun walked out of the palace door, a wall of people blocked him. When he looked up, he saw three strong men looking at him coldly. Chu Jun frowned and said calmly: "What advice do the three senior brothers have?"
These three people were Niu Pang, Zhu Chong and Hou Qiang. Zhu Chong and Hou Qiang looked so gloomy that they wanted to tear Chu Jun to pieces.
"Chu Jun, you are really good at it. I underestimate you!" Niu Pang said coldly. Chu Jun shrugged and said, "I don't understand what you mean!"
Niu Pang chuckled sinisterly and said: "I will use my fists to make you understand!" After saying that, he stamped his feet, and the stone slab on the ground cracked several lines, which showed how terrifying the power of his stamp was.
Chu Jun walked around the three of them calmly, walked a few steps before turning back and saying calmly: "I'll wait!"
"Brother Niu, that kid must have set off the black plague moth to poison us. Damn it, I was pecked by geese all day long. I have never suffered such a loss!" Hou Qiang said angrily.
Niu Pang said with a gloomy expression: "This kid actually has the ability to cure the black plague moth!"
"Whatever, let's find an opportunity to kill him in this martial arts competition!" Zhu Chong said ruthlessly. The loss of more than a hundred acres of spiritual grain made him feel heartache and toothache, so he hated Chu Jun.