v2 Chapter 850： Breathing the soil, changing the fate of more people

Chapter 850 Breathing soil, changing the fate of more people

After the elves had absorbed the fairy energy, Lin Qingluo put away the water-preventing beads, went to the medicine field at the bottom of the valley, and watered the psychic fruits and fire-yang spiritual leaves with spiritual spring water.

The branches and leaves of the two herbs stretched out at a speed visible to the naked eye, swaying comfortably with the wind.

"The psychic fruit blooms once a year and bears fruit once a year. If it is watered with spiritual spring water, it will bear more fruit."

Ginseng essence also came to the medicine field and stuck the ginseng whiskers into the soil.

After a while, the herbs in the medicine field, as if they had a sense of consciousness, turned their branches and leaves to look at it.

"I also hope to bear some more fruit."

Lin Qingluo smiled, his hands kept moving, and continued to water the other spiritual plants with the water bottle.

"With fruits, the fate of more people can be changed, and my brothers can have more hope of defeating the enemy on the extremely dangerous battlefield."

"It would be great if the master could find Xi Yang."

The spirit of ginseng said: "Soil can speed up the growth of spiritual grass, and the fruit that bears once a year can also shorten the ripening cycle."

"Xi Rang?"

Lin Qingluo's watering action paused, and Qing Lingling's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

"Xi soil is a very special kind of soil. It looks a bit disgusting at first glance, similar to horse manure, black and smelly."

Ginseng Essence's eyeballs rolled around, without waiting for the owner to ask, he took the initiative to explain clearly.

"Although it doesn't look like much, and it doesn't smell good, it contains very rich minerals, which are especially beneficial for the growth of spirit grass."

"Where can I find Xiran?"

Lin Qingluo's heart moved intentionally, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became.

"This is it."

The ginseng essence rarely showed a bit of shame: "The old ginseng doesn't know, just like the psychic fruit, it depends on luck."

"Is it like horse dung?"

Lin Qingluo suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took out a stack of white paper from the storage ring, and used his spiritual power to rub and print the imaginary pattern for people to recognize.

"Is it like this?"

"It's not quite like it. It's a little bit darker, stickier, and clumped together. It's black and smelly, and it's eight parts like horse dung."

One-to-one serious discussion.

After dozens of revisions, the rubbing pattern was finally approved by Ginseng Essence.

"That's right, Master, that's what it looks like."

Lin Qingluo's eyes were burning: "Are you sure, there is nothing wrong?"

Ginseng Essence rolled her eyes: "Old Ginseng dares to guarantee with his life that there will never be fakes."

"Okay, I'll credit you for finding Xi Yang."

Lin Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, and disappeared in a flash.

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Early the next morning, a group of young men gathered in the guest room.

"puff."

Feng Yi saw the pattern of rubbings clearly, couldn't hold back for a while, and sprayed out a mouthful of tea in his mouth.

"I'm going, what's the matter? I finally stopped digging wild vegetables and started looking for horse manure again?"

Shi Shi wailed and fell on the small collapse, complaining with a bitter face.

"Master, are you serious? Is this really not horse manure?"

Wang Meng also had a bitter face, thinking of looking for horse manure, he almost rushed out of his throat when he had just eaten his breakfast.

"Sister, brother help you, isn't it just horse dung? Just look for it, Lin Jiaerlang is not afraid of going to the battlefield, he is afraid..."

Lin Jinlong was very proud to support his younger sister. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the picture of Xi Rang, and his gastric juice couldn't help but churn.

"Sister, leave this matter to Brother Seven. Brother Seven is not afraid of dirt or smell, so I will help you find it."

Lin Jinpeng seized no time to brush up his sense of presence, and his heart thumped when he patted

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(end of this chapter)

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