Chapter 282 Cultivating immortals is worse than planting sweet potatoes III
Ruan Ruan just glanced at Lu Yusheng, the male protagonist, and didn't plan to watch more.
Although it is very important to hug the male protagonist's thigh.
But the reborn male protagonist is actually very **** and hard to deal with.
He is too defensive about people and will not easily trust a person.
Those confidantes and beauties on his long road to immortality were not completely believed by him.
More seems to be just companionship.
Therefore, it is really useless to hug the male protagonist's thighs rashly. Maybe the male protagonist will secretly record it in the small book, and turn around and press him to death.
And the original owner only wanted to plant sweet potatoes. As for what kind of sweet potatoes to plant, there is no definition, so Ruan Ruan can think about planting spirit potatoes.
In a world of immortality, if you are just a mortal, it is still not easy to play around.
And Ruan Ruan didn't want to follow people to wander around and perform juggling like a monkey.
Therefore, today is an opportunity to enter the sect.
And he can't be too good, too eye-catching.
Because people with excellent spiritual roots will be brought to the inner sect, and the worst one is also a disciple of Zongmen Jingui, how could they be sent to plant spiritual potatoes?
Therefore, it is necessary to have a weaker spiritual root, and one that is not very good.
"Excuse me, immortal, what is this?" Walking out of the crowd, Ruan Ruan, like a little girl who is not familiar with the world, walked among the several appraisers of Tongshan Sect, and pointed to the one on the immortal table. The crystal ball of the spiritual root, asked in a low voice.
To the curious eyes of the little girl, the immortals of the same mountain sect, who have always been known for their gentleness, looked at each other and seemed helpless.
The villagers around are still simple, so they are willing to be gentle with each other.
For this little girl who suddenly appeared, she didn't blame her, and she didn't express her disdain for Ruan Ruan in a particularly high-ranking manner.
One of the attendant disciples got the nod of the masters and uncles, walked to Ruan Ruan, and explained softly: "This is for testing the spiritual root. If you have the spiritual root, you can find out by putting your hands on it. Yes. Spiritual roots mean that you can enter the sect to practice, if not, it is good to be an ordinary person with peace of mind."
"Really, can I try it?" Ruan Ruan's current body is only 15 years old, one year older than the male protagonist, but he is also thin and small. After all, he grew up wandering and did not encounter that juggling Before the master, he was still hungry and full.
So the thin little girl tilted her head and stared at the crystal ball curiously, and she was a little cute.
Although the little girl is very thin, and a small one, she looks like she is 11 or 2 years old.
But he was really handsome and looked harmless. The little disciple panicked for a while, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, then went to see his master again.
"Try it, little girl." For the curiosity of the villagers, these immortal cultivators of the same mountain sect are still willing to give enough gentleness and courtesy.
So, for Ruan Ruan's sudden question, the master who was glanced at by the younger disciple was not angry, nodded lightly, and agreed.
Ruan Ruan's soft eyes showed a moment of excitement, and then he walked holy and cautiously in front of the crystal ball.
I wanted to reach out, but I was a little scared, and finally put it on gently with a little tentativeness, as if I was afraid of breaking the crystal ball.
When the immortals of the same mountain sect saw this, they did not feel strange or even amused.
When they were still mortals, they actually did this.
So now that I see it, I may feel happy in my heart, but it doesn't show anything on the face.