MTL - Cultivating to Become a Great Celestial-Chapter 16 : Pests and diseases

Su Tingyun saw it with divine knowledge.

Now that you can see, can you try to contact it, like crushing an ant to crush this golden worm? She concentrated her attention before, desperately wanted to see the situation over the formation method, and as a result she really saw that she always felt a little bit eager to get things done in this state of consciousness drifting away from her body.

She is like a **** in her own world. God said that there is light, and then there is light! It's a pity that such a state is out of control and I don't know when it will happen.

Su Tingyun fully focused on the bug, and the golden bug was constantly enlarged in her consciousness. Gradually, she seemed to be in a strange space, and there was nothing except the golden bug in this space. !! Su Tingyun can even see its tentacles and mouthparts, and see it chewing purple wood incense. She imagined that she stretched out her fingers to pinch the worm, not knowing how long it had passed. Su Tingyun saw the worm that had been chewing suddenly stopped, it looked around nervously, and her body revealed fear, and The next moment, it really died!

Su Zingyun chased after the victory, and continued to crush the other few golden dots. After finishing all these things, she could still breathe a sigh of relief in the future, and suddenly felt a headache, and the next moment, a tearing pain came from her body. It came out that Su Zingyun's eyes were dark, and the next moment she sat up directly from the stone bed, leaned aside, stretched her head to the stone bed, and vomited.

This vomiting was terrifying, and at the end she vomited everything in the stomach and was still nauseating, like vomiting all the internal organs. The ignorant is fearless. At this time, Su Zingyun didn't know that she had accomplished most of the monks's life-long tasks, a monk who had just started to learn a layer of gas, and taught himself to control the soul attack.

Su Tingyun didn't know how long she had vomited. Anyway, her last strength was gone, her head seemed to be drilled by the drill, her head seemed to be smashed, and she couldn't sleep at all. Opening her eyes to dawn, however, she did not have the energy to go out after dawn. She barely got up and walked around for a few steps. She finally managed to clean up the spit, and Su Tingyun felt that she could not move at all.

She lay back again, and fell asleep after a long time, so a night of sleep was a day and a night.

When she woke up again, Su Tingyun felt that her headache had been relieved a lot. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the Zimuxiang on the table. As a result, she suddenly slammed her head and almost exploded! Didn't she work hard to kill all the little golden bugs, why Zimuxiang didn't save her.

The leaves of this purple wood incense have all turned black, completely devoid of life.

Su Tingyun was so anxious that she was afraid that she had missed it that day and did not pick out all the purple wood incense of the harmful insects. If that was the case, her field must be over. Su Zunyun could not care about headaches and legs and feet, and rushed into her field hurriedly, seeing the clumps that had fully matured and grew lush purple wood scent, and the stones fell to her heart, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Now that Zimuxiang is mature, she no longer delays. She quickly picks up all the Zimuxiang in the field, puts it in a box specially issued by Song Guanshi, and yards the herbs one box at a time. On the edge of the field, a hill was formed. Song Guanshi did not give her the Qiankun bag, and Su Zingyun pondered for a few trips before he could bring the hundred boxes back to the attic.

It's not that they are too heavy, but that the boxes are smooth, and if they are held too much, they will definitely fall and fall.

When Su Tingyun held about thirty boxes and was about to leave, Mr. Song brought him over again. They did not enter the medicine field enchantment, but they did not know what spell was cast, and Su Tingyun could hear them standing on the edge of the field.

"Mrs. Wei, hasn't your medicine field been infected?" Song Guanshi asked quickly. The robes of the same color and style worn by the three men around him should be the other stewards of this Tianxuan Pavilion. Su Tingyun thought to himself.

"No." Su Tingyun opened a box and exposed the freshly picked purple wood incense to him. "No problem, it's God's care!"

Song Guanshi saw the purple wood scent that had just been picked in the box, and reached the pinnacle of aura, only to think that Granny Wei was not so lucky. In Lingtian, where they and Xu Guanshi have been, now nine Chengdu have been infected, and all of them worked together to find the problem.

"Are you going to take them back now? You don't have a Qiankun bag?" The lowest-level Qiankun bag only needs a few top-quality spirits, of course, not too many. It is a must-have for monks. Song Guanshi never thought she would even There is no Qiankun bag, so naturally she will not prepare it for her. "Now all the phytologists are gathered in Chunshui Pavilion, and you will also get together! I will pack these herbs for you and hand them over directly."

Before Su Jingyun agreed, she felt as if there was an extra hand behind her to push her out of the field, but after going out, she found that Song Guanshi was far away from him, and there was a strange strangeness in front of him. The whirlwind appeared, blocking them.

"Your fields have not been infected, and naturally you will have no problems. Don't get too close to us at this time."

Su Tingyun followed Song Song and they went to Chunshui Pavilion. She could not fly, but she was sent up by the other party with a breeze. The feeling of hanging was very mysterious. If she had a chance, she must learn to try it herself.

At this time, hundreds of monks were gathered on the Chunshui Pavilion, but they were divided into two sides, the monks on the left gathered together, and there were fewer than ten on the right.

Noisy on the left is very fierce, while the right ones are whispering, as if conspiring on something important in a country. Obviously, the left is infected and the right is normal. Su Zingyun took a closer look. There was no Qi Suzhen in the crowd, nor did she know what the nun was doing now.

Su Zongyun walked to the right under the command of Song Guanshi. When she passed by, she was also photographed for a long time by the monk on the right with a mirror-like instrument, and was asked by everyone.

"Old woman, is there nothing wrong with your field?" The speaker was a plain-looking young man, with a little smile on his face, and pointed his finger to the stool next to him. "Old woman comes over and sits."

"Well, thank you." Su Tingyun walked over, just sitting down, and heard a handsome but handsome little boy on the other side asked, "Old woman, what do you plant?"

One shouted an old woman, one shouted an old woman, and they both gave Su Tingyun's first impressions. Although the little girl was much better-looking, she could be a star in the world in the past, but since she saw her own family, she only looks good Looking at it, Su Tingyun felt that everyone else had become mud, mud on the floor.

The Su Li River is the cloud in the sky.

"Zixiangxiang."

Su Zingyun answered honestly, and as a result, he heard the other person smile, "I said, this time, the plants with lower grades are less susceptible to disease. They are both low-level spiritual planters, and they also plant low-quality herbs. What good way can they come up with? "His voice dropped, and those on the right were ugly. Among them, the ordinary young man's face turned red, and he was a little bit dissatisfied." We have been helping you to find a way, Zhang Hao, how are you doing this? speak!"

"I'm not telling the truth." Zhang Hao snorted, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the past one by one. "Second-order, second-order, third-order ... The best herbs you've planted in Zhongtian are just the top three." It ’s still the worst one among the three products. Now it ’s time for another product of **** purple wood incense. It ’s not obvious. The infection is only for high-quality herbs. You ’re not infected and your planting ability is not the least. Relationship, but you ca n’t plant high-quality herbs with low strength! ”

"That is, a bunch of waste." For the few people here, everyone was disdainful and resentful and jealous. One of them took the lead, and many followed with sarcasm.

"You're spraying dung, you're talking nonsense!" It was a middle-aged woman who spoke with her hands on her hips, and scolded Zhang Hao fiercely. Zhang Hao was instantly anxious, and several supervisors shot to stop him when he crossed the boundary, making his face somber: "Mrs. Xu, you wait!"

"Lao Niang is waiting to see if you can't deliver the herbs and is punished by Master Feng!" Madam Xu was also hot-tempered, but after she finished speaking, the people on the right were in a bad mood.

It's not just Zhang Hao who can't complete the task. Everyone over there can't complete it. She said so, but it offended people. In case anyone of them is unbalanced, like Qi Suzhen trying to get infected herbs into their fields or get on them, it's over!

Su Tingyun knew that Zhang Hao's statement was totally untrue, and her purple woody incense had been infected, not because of low-quality herbs. It should be the kind of golden bug that is difficult to be found, and then carried on the body and infected with the medicine. She asked about how the uninfected monks usually operated, and later found that they were very careful and wore different clothes every day when they went in and out of the medicine field, which effectively prevented the clothes from being contaminated. Golden bug.

Because Su Tingyun's medicine field was not infected, she was quickly accepted by the people here and classified as similar, but no one disliked her low strength and easily integrated into it.

"The herb in Qi Suzhen's field was infected first, and then she applied the herb juice to her body and infected Niu Hanshan by contacting Niu Hanshan. Niu Hanshan invited Xu Guanshi to help check the cause of the disease. Tian, ​​so I infected a lot of medicine fields. "Su Tingyun straightened out the relationship and asked casually.

The ordinary young man was called Xu Zhen, and he made a snorting gesture at the moment, "Don't mention these."

"That's spread through the flow of people." Su Tingyun asked in a low voice, her body had a thick throat, and she spoke in a low voice. Su Tingyun felt that her rough voice was similar to that of a middle-aged man, and straightened her all Startled.

"But Xu Guanshi has also been to our fields. Our fields are fine." Xu Niangzi also said.

"Will it be late in your field, he has no bugs on him anymore." Su Tingyun speculated again.

"A bug? What bug, you say it's a pest?"

It turned out that they haven't found the cause of the herb infection so far. Su Tingyun sweated silently. These people are still spiritual masters. They are good at farming, but they haven't figured out what the **** is going on. A sense of pride sprang up.

She knew how to be a low-key person, and then chuckled, "Isn't it a pest? I think those herbs died strangely, and I thought there were bugs."

"Actually we all thought it was a bug, but none of us found it."

Only those high-level poisonous insects will do this to the medicine field in a short time.