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Early summer has passed, and the weather is still hot and dry. Even though it is on the mountain, the scorching sun still makes people sweat profusely.

Shu Xunmo took a book with him and walked from his disciple's residence to the side of Yunqing Pool, ready to rest for a while.

In the afternoon, the master asked him to pick the shape-changing grass, because when they went to Xuanfu a while ago, they ground up the shape-changing grass and sprinkled it on the lucky bag, and used up only a few plants, so they had to go to the Cangwu Forest to find it again. .

Unexpectedly, after a simple and simple experience, a rare ghost was found and sent to the master for alchemy.

Shu Xunmo didn't bother to delve into it too much, so after the report, he decided to practice with all his heart and focus on breaking through.

The spiritual power near Yunqing Lake is relatively strong, and it is often a place for disciples to practice, and there are often many people gathered, but his master likes to be quiet, so everyone meditates there, usually it is very quiet.

"Senior Brother Xun Mo!" As soon as he stepped into the small booth beside him, someone called him in a low voice.

"En." Shu Xunmo turned his head slightly, and saw that it was Lu Ying.

Lu Ying patted the seat beside him and said, "Senior brother, please sit here!"

He nodded and sat on the ground with his back straight. Although he was sitting on the side of the Danxin Pavilion, his distinctive temperament made all the disciples discuss in a low voice rather than wait and see.

"I heard that Senior Brother Xunmo went down the mountain and caught a ghost."

"so smart!"

"Isn't that so!"

The crowd only dared to speak in a low voice, for fear that the spectator would hear them and think they were noisy, and drive them out with a burst of spiritual power.

Shu Xunmo closed his eyes, sank into his dantian, and traces of spiritual energy flowed through his limbs, preparing for breaking through the next stage.

After finishing, he suddenly felt the cushion beside him sinking, and the corner of his clothes brushed against his cheek, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

Shu Xunmo:......

"Junior brother, you are here!"

He had no choice but to open his eyes, and Wu Yu's face in front of him was already healed, and he couldn't see any aftereffects of being hit by the ghost. Today, he combed his long hair as neatly as him, but his expression remained the same, only slightly restrained.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you for something." Wu Yu lowered his voice, and whispered something in his ear.

When Shu Xunmo heard this, his eyes did not change, and he said, "Since you want it, take it."

"Thank you, brother, brother Ganming invited you to drink flowers... drink!" Wu Yu brows happily when he heard this, patted him on the shoulder, and almost said that word, but turned a corner and held back.

"Nothing." He said indifferently, counting with his fingers, and it's time, so let's go to the woods when you're ready.

Seeing that both of them had left, everyone felt bored, so they stopped talking and meditated.

After receiving the badge, he changed into a Taoist robe, put on casual clothes, and went into the forest with Yujian to collect herbs.

Cangwu Forest is on the northernmost side of the Taoist temple. Because there are so many strange things in it, there are disciples guarding it.

When the disciples guarding Linzi saw him, they immediately surrounded him and asked questions. They were very attentive, and he was destined to be a disciple passed on by a Taoist priest. He is also the envy of everyone in the Taoist temple.

When the protection circle opened, he jumped into the dark forest.

"Cuckoo -" There were a few birdsongs above his head, he took a step, and lit a fire with his fingertips, and the dim light could illuminate the surrounding scene.

A piece of dark green, including some strange creatures, some squatting in the grass and using their eyes to look at the man who broke in in front of them.

"Changegrass." He remembered that this kind of plant grew beside the waterfall, where the terrain was more dangerous.

Stepping on the soft soil with white boots, it felt like his voice was the only one in the whole forest.

On the way, as he was walking into the depths of the woods, something sneaked around his ankle.

His body was pulled by it for a moment, he turned his head, looked down, and saw a vine hovering around his ankle, trying to tighten it.

Pull out the sword and cut it off.

When the vine saw the light, it was very frightened, and shrank back to the main plant beside it.

All that remained was a green splatter on his boot.

He continued to walk forward, and he didn't know how many such small vines were entangled, and his waving arms were a little sore.

After walking for a while, he couldn't help frowning.

Not right.

The sound of "russling" objects moving slowly on the ground is next to my ears, which is especially clear in the silent deep forest.

The sword was out of its sheath, and when he turned his head, his pupils shrank sharply. Behind him, there were countless vines, large and small, standing in the air, ready to go.

As if sensing that Shu Xunmo had noticed something, it grew rapidly and surrounded him like a wall, taking advantage of the opportunity to wrap him up.

In the past, he hated this kind of entangled plants the most, and ran away, but now he was fighting alone, and he couldn't help but feel a little powerless.

He condensed his spiritual power and threw it backwards, blasting up green blood mist and spraying him all over.

"Knot!" The ten fingers were gathered together, the index finger and the middle finger pressed against each other, and a dark blue flame condensed from it, which split into more than a dozen bundles in an instant, and attacked the main root of the vine overwhelmingly.

The plants touched by the flames were burned to the point of shriveling, turning black, and falling to the ground.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, more plants rushed towards him like one after another.

Weighing the little spiritual power I have left, I think it's better to run.

Just like that, in the depths of the deep forest, a slender figure quickly passed by, followed by a group of green vines with fangs and claws.

"Duansheng!" Shu Xunmo, who suddenly remembered that he could control the sword, almost cursed secretly, threw it in the air, recited a sword formula, and stepped on it.

Exhausting his best strength, he was so fast that he left the group of monsters behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Waterfall, waterfall..." He looked around, looking for a waterfall with splashing water.

Finally, when he was about to be blinded by the flying hair, he saw a place where water mist was splashing.

found it!

Slowed down, hovered in the air a few times, and landed on the edge of the cliff not far from it after buffering.

This area is quite hopeless, looking at the unfathomable Baizhang cliff, he still took a step back in fear.

He was on the edge of a steep cliff, and the uneven rocks hurt the soles of his feet.

According to others, the changeweed grows where the cliff meets the waterfall.

Shu Xunmo looked at the scene where the waves splashed and the white mist suddenly rose, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, how could this be more sinister? ? ? !

Now that I have agreed to the master, I can't go back on my word, and I have to do it anyway!

Just consider it a steep experience (hehe.)

He stroked Duansheng, and said softly, "It's up to you!"

As if he had understood his words, the blade of the sword shone brightly and began to "buzz".

Gritting his teeth, squinting his eyes, he jumped! ! !

The author has something to say: I have to catch up with homework after finishing this article, crying to death=_=

It means that a junior high school student really doesn't know how to write fighting and so on -_-||