"Hey! How long is the specified time?!" Zi Yan jumped up and wanted to understand, but the face had disappeared cleanly.
Bei Chenying spread her hands: "Forget it, we all have the same time anyway, so we won't suffer."
"I can only comfort myself like this." Zi Yan sighed, "But Lingshuangcao? What exactly is Lingshuangcao?"
Not only Zi Yan, but even the four people on Li Yaoyao's side had such questions.
Su Luo's eyes stared at the surrounding turf.
After about a cup of tea, Su Luo walked forward and pulled out a green blade of grass about the length of a finger from the grass: "Here, this is it."
Su Luo explained, "Lingshuangcao, recorded in ancient books, is a kind of medicinal material that can resist miasma. It grows in the extreme northern grasslands and is very rare. It is about two inches long, and its leaves are no different from ordinary weeds. Hard to spot."
"What's so hard to be found? It's impossible to detect at all, right? They grow under the weeds completely." Zi Yan held her forehead sullenly.
It is no different from ordinary weeds, and it is only two inches long. It grows under the weeds, and the number is rare. Who discovered this, Nima
Su Luo spread her hands: "I can only search inch by inch."
Using spiritual power to search inch by inch is the easiest and most effective way.
At this time, before Su Luo could speak, Li Yaoyao and the four of them had already formed a team to search.
"Let's go further."
Nangong Liuyun picked up Su Luo, and within a few steps, he disappeared in place.
Zi Yan scratched her hair depressedly: "I don't know what the 9th Palace Master is crazy, why are you looking for Lingshuangcao? I'd rather fight monsters!"
"At least looking for this Lingshuangcao won't hurt, and Luoluo also has a bit of an advantage." Bei Chenying pulled her away quickly: "Nangong and the others are heading east, then let's head north, hurry up and hurry up."
But said Su Luo.
When she opened her eyes again, only Nangong Liuyun was left around.
"No hurry." Nangong Liuyun smiled evilly and waved his sleeves.
Suddenly, two rattan chairs and one short table appeared on the flat ground.
A pot of tea was simmering on the low table, and the tea had a strong aroma.
"Come, have a taste of this fairy tea." Nangong Liuyun greeted Su Luo leisurely.
That action, that expression, leisurely seemed to be on vacation in another courtyard, not in the Nine-layered Hall of Muxian Mansion, where life and death were on the line.
Su Luo laughed angrily.
"At this critical moment, are you still in the mood to drink tea?"
How thrilling and exciting was the third level just now
If Li Yaoyao had two more points, the thousand-year-old plant essence would fall into her hands.
"There's nothing to be nervous about in a game that is guaranteed to win? Sit down." Nangong Liuyun pressed his hand, and Su Luo sat on the soft rattan chair.
"Surely winning?" Su Luo's eyes narrowed slightly. Why didn't she know she was going to win
If there was only Nangong Liuyun alone, then it would be a sure win, but if you add yourself, there would be more variables.
"Come on, have a taste, this immortal tea can't be drunk by outsiders." Nangong Liuyun skillfully washed and brewed the tea, and finally filled a small cup, held the cup in his own hands, and handed it to Su Luo's lips.
Since Nangong Liuyun is so determined, what else should Su Luo worry about
He drank the cup of immortal tea with his white jade-like jointed fingers.
It is indeed a fairy tea.
With just one mouthful, Su Luo felt that the stagnation in her chest and lungs had completely dissipated, and her heart calmed down.
There is a lingering fragrance in the mouth.