Mu Wanwan didn't know how she spent the night, because she was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood again, so she never slept. Fortunately, she has now become a second-order cultivator, and she is still very energetic after one night without sleep. .
It's just that the spiritual power in the body is used a little faster.
The sky was getting brighter outside, and Mr. Long's complexion seemed to be better than before, and he didn't vomit blood for four or five hours in a row. Mu Wanwan scoured the last bit of spiritual power in his body, cultivated the last green star grass seedling into a fruit, and fed it to Mr. Long to eat.
As of now, all of their Baizhenguo and Bixingcao seedlings have been consumed, and now there are only a small half of the ginseng plant, and the two packets of seeds on her body, plus a few silver and copper coins.
It can even be said that it has reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted.
Mu Wanwan panicked, she was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood before she could cultivate the next batch of spiritual fruit, and then she would really have to rely on the ginseng that was running out.
Mu Wanwan forced himself to calm down, pinched Mr. Long's hairy ears to calm his mind, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to absorb some spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
—In this continent shaped like a cat jiojio, there are many races, and each race has a different way of cultivation.
Like the witch clan, they have witch power from birth, they can manipulate puppet insects, refine blood servant zombies, and are good at some wicked methods. As for the demon clan, in addition to the dragon clan, some big demons who cultivated into human form gathered together. The special life alliance is full of special beings with peculiar talents and skills on this continent.
These three clans occupy three kittens jio, which are connected to Mr. Long's territory, and share a set of hierarchical divisions, except for people who are Xiu.
As the largest race on the continent, the human race is very capable of reproduction and creativity, but most of them are weak, and there are very few human races with spiritual roots, and there may not be one in ten thousand people, so although the number of human races is the largest, but Still not able to occupy the largest piece of territory.
Cultivators who live in the territory of the dragon race will mostly choose to leave the territory of the dragon race after their strength reaches the second rank, and go to the human race cultivation world to find a cultivation method that is more suitable for them.
In the human race cultivation world, there is another set of sayings about the division of strength, such as the first-order strength before Mu Wanwan, in the cultivation world, it is called the Qi-refining period, the second-order is foundation building, and the third-order golden pill , the fourth-order God Transformation, the fifth-order Infant formation, the sixth-order Void Breaking, the seventh-order Mahayana, and after that, it will directly soar.
Although Yuanshen's father was a fourth-order powerhouse, the Mu family only used a very crude cultivation method. Mu Wanwan and Bai Shuiyao learned a set of immoral methods. She was a wood-type spiritual root, while Bai Shuiyao learned is the water system.
The aura between heaven and earth is abundant in some places, and very thin in some places.
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 after Mr. Long lost, Ao Qin directly modified the mansion’s formation. The strength is also thinner, so the cultivation is not as fast as sleep recovery.
But when she woke up this time, Mu Wanwan felt that her sense of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was much better than before. She practiced tentatively for more than half an hour, and the spiritual energy in her body recovered about one-tenth. Bixingcao seedlings to mature amount.
Mu Wanwan opened his eyes, took a green star grass seed, and cultivated a fruit in one breath, only to breathe a sigh of relief.
If she slept, she used to be able to restore all her spiritual power, but she was only at the first rank before, and all the spiritual power added up to less than one-third of what it is now. A sleep usually takes seven hours.
If she doesn't sleep for the past seven hours and keeps cultivating, she can recover about seven-tenths of her spiritual power, which is more cost-effective than sleeping.
Mu Wanwan carefully placed the green star grass, which was obviously more plump than the one cultivated in the previous first-order, and took another look at Mr. Long before quickly washing the dirty clothes and quilt.
After washing the quilt, Mu Wanwan warmed up the steamed eggs and Lingmi porridge that he was going to feed the dragon last night, and after regaining some strength, he cultivated Lingzhi while paying attention to Mr. Long's condition.
When Mr. Long didn't vomit blood at all and could finally eat some spiritual rice porridge, Mu Wanwan had not slept for four consecutive days.
"Mr. Long, I'm so tired." Mu Wanwan entered the room with the last bit of Lingmi porridge, and couldn't help complaining to another living dragon in the room.
These days, the temperature has also dropped a few degrees, the weather has changed from sunny to cloudy, and it is about to rain again.
The yard, which was already deserted, seemed even cooler.
She seems to be living a life of isolation, living in the cycle of cultivating spiritual plants and feeding dragons, and the whole person can't stand it.
Mu Wanwan sat beside him, fed him the last bit of Lingmi porridge, and then asked, "Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?"
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement." Mu Wanwan opened his eyes and said something to bully the plant dragon, and couldn't wait to put his hands on Mr. Long's white ears.
Ah~ It is soft to the touch, and the hair is fine and soft. Although the area is not large, it is really healing! !
She felt that she was tired these days, as if she had been swept away a lot by these furry ears.
After touching it for a while and getting addicted, Mu Wanwan let go of his hand, sighing in resignation, and continued digging soil to cultivate spiritual plants.
Last time, she brought back a lot of first-order Baizhenguo and Bixingcao seeds from Uncle Zong. During this time, Lu has cultivated some of them one after another. After removing the ones that were fed to Mr. Long, now there are 28 Baizheng seeds that can be harvested. The fruit of the rare fruit, the fruit of the forty green star grass, and the seedlings of the hundred treasure fruit and the green star grass add up to seventeen.
Baizhenguo is the kind of fruit sent by Ao Qin before. The first-order fruit is slightly smaller than the second-order fruit, but it is larger than the fruit of Bixingcao. It takes more spiritual power to cultivate a Baizhenguo than Bixing. There is more grass, and the color of the treasures she cultivated should be darker.
Previously, when Mu Wanwan ate the peel of Baizhenguo, she still felt that the taste was good, rustling. The juice she squeezed out every time she fed Mr. Long was also very fragrant, but I didn't expect the watery pulp inside, but it tasted very good. It's hard to describe, it's a bit like a rotten apple with orange flavor, the kind that rots into water _(:з"∠)_
So after eating it once, Mu Wanwan never ate it again, and even sympathized with Mr. Long.
After she came here, among the three kinds of plants that she cultivated, Burning Grass was not considered a spiritual plant for the time being, let alone Baizhenguo and Bixingcao fruit, one only had a delicious skin, and the other was very bitter.
It is not as delicious as the fruits grown by ordinary people.
Mu Wanwan finished her work and cultivated some seedlings. Seeing that the sky was almost over, she was worried that it would rain at night, so she put her clothes in first and went to the study in the side hall to check the time—
Today is the fifth day after she woke up, and she started to fall into a coma on the third day after she came back. It is about eight days before and after adding up.
The main reason is that she doesn't know how long she has been in a coma now. If she is in a coma for a long time, it is actually time for her to go out.
Moreover, the time for the next monthly issue is also approaching.
She went out not long after Fu Liu sent her the monthly schedule, and she has gone out twice now. After this time, in ten days, it is estimated that their monthly schedule will arrive.
Mu Wanwan thought about the family's assets, and after thinking about it, she decided to put all the cultivated plants into the Qiankun bag first, and go out to try it tomorrow morning.
The main reason is that the Lingmi at home is exhausted and needs to be replenished.
After all, the cost of raising dragons is high, and she always feels guilty for not giving Lingmi to Mr. Long. Moreover, there are very few impurities in Lingmi, and if you eat it, it will be converted into energy and absorbed by the body, which will be better for those who practice.
Although she hadn't slept in the past few days, she also had some fruit that could be sold for money.
The price of Baizhenguo is higher than that of Bixingcao. Three Baizhenguo can be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone. If she calculates it, if she goes well tomorrow, she will be able to exchange for twenty low-grade spirit stones, which is still a bit small.
Mu Wanwan frowned, wondering if Uncle Zong would take the mature seedlings.
In fact, she knows that her speed is not slow anymore, mainly because the fruits she cultivated these days still need to be fed to Mr. Long, and she also delayed a few days before. Fortunately, she advanced and became a second-order monk , otherwise I am afraid that there are not even twenty low-grade spirit stones.
Mu Wanwan sighed and packed everything he wanted to sell. After thinking about it, he also packed up the seedlings, then lit the lamp and started making purses.
When she really can't practice these days, she will use the rags and needles she bought from the market to make a purse.
Her needlework is not bad. She used to need to sew and mend when she was in the orphanage. She also joined the handicraft club when she was in college. simple pattern.
In the past few days, she has made three, one with a bird embroidered on it, one with a flower embroidered on it, and this one in her hand, which...
Embroidered a pair of dragon horns.
To be precise, it is a pair of broken broken corners.
Even next to the pair of broken horns, there are a pair of hairy ears.
Although the embroidery does not have the effect of Mao Mao.
Mu Wanwan didn't know why she embroidered such a purse, which was obviously unsellable, but she faced Mr. Long and naturally started to embroider the broken corner. After embroidering and embroidering, it was almost finished orz
It should be finished by tonight.
Mu Wanwan held a needle and thread in his hand, moved a stool and sat beside the bed, with the warm light beside him, the handkerchief that was about to be completed and the quiet, closed-eyed Mr. Long, his mind was at peace.
She lowered her head and did her needlework seriously. She didn't notice Mr. Long, who had been lying quietly all the time. Crow's black eyelashes trembled unnaturally, and her ears trembled.
The side effect of losing half a drop of blood was bigger than he thought. He has been in a painful coma for the past few days, and he has just regained some consciousness.
The meridians are still very painful, the pronucleus is not good, it is even a little darker than before, but the curse seems to be a little lighter. Mr. Long silently investigated his situation, felt his dry and comfortable tail, and a hint of sweetness rose in his heart—
Originally, according to his estimation and the curse of the monsters, after being unconscious this time, if there is no spiritual power supplement, his tail will inevitably rot.
But now it's not bad, it's already very telling.
Mr. Long endured the constant pain, and quietly probed out a trace of consciousness—
He wants to see her.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (complaint): "I finally woke up but I didn't see my wife! QAQ!"