Chapter 44 Pseudo-Spirit Root

After the rain, the mountains are green and thick green. The fog that has not dissipated is like elegant silk, wrapped around its waist. The sunlight turns the raindrops on each leaf into colorful pearls.

In the mountains and forests, a middle-aged woman in her 30s is looking up at the raindrops on the branches. The flowers bloom and fall for another year. I don't know when she can break through? Fortunately, her apprentices are competitive enough to make her a master have a lot of face.

Out of the stone room, Lei Wuchen saw his master looking at the branches. During the foundation period, Lei Wuchen came out and felt it, so he continued to look at the raindrops and asked, "What did you feel this time?"

As soon as the divine consciousness was swept, Jing Alum found that Lei Wuchen had not broken through the middle of the practice, and he was a little disappointed.

Lei Wuchen didn't know Jing Ao's thoughts, but thought in his heart that if she recommended Shi Miao to the master, the master would definitely accept her as an apprentice, so that maybe her pseudo-spiritual root could find a way to break through!

"Master, I have something to tell you."

"Say, what's the politeness between us master and apprentice?" Jingzhu has always valued Lei Wuchen. Even if he is disappointed, Lei Wuchen is still the best among the new generation of disciples.

Lei Wuchen said respectfully, "Master, I know a girl in S City. She happened to understand the twelve villages of Emei. In less than a month, she has gone from an ordinary person to the realm of inner vision. Now it is the early stage of practice. Why don't you accept her as a disciple!"

A scattered practice has reached the initial state of qi practice in just a few months. Without Lei Wuchen's advice, Jing alum is also very moved, so he turned around and asked, "What is the spiritual root of her attribute?"

Lei Wuchen was very happy to see that the master was relieved and quickly replied, "It's a pseudo-spiritual root, but I believe that with the teacher's teaching, she will definitely become the best among female disciples."

Thinking that the beautiful and hard-working Shi Miao will become his junior sister, Lei Wuchen is naturally full of expectations, but he didn't expect that the quiet expression changed.

At first, Jing Alum's eyes still had some expectations. After hearing the three words pseudo-spiritual root, he immediately sank his face and scolded him: "No, Master asked you to go out to practice to make you more stable. When did you learn to lie and deceive me? Pseudo-spirit root cultivation is extremely slow. How can it enter the early stage of qi practice so quickly! Don't talk about this anymore!"

"Master, she is indeed..."

"Don't say any more! No matter how talented she is, I won't accept a pseudo-spirit root as an apprentice!" Jingyao interrupted Lei Wuchen's words unhappily and regarded Shi Miao as a shameless woman who seduced Lei Wushen to enter her door. I'm afraid that the matter of Emei Twelve Village was also fake, so she said in a low voice: "I don't want to pursue the matter of Emei Twelve Villages. From today on, you will you practice in isolation for me. When will you break through? When will you come out in the middle of the training period!"

"Master..." Lei Wuchen was a little frustrated and didn't expect that his master was so resistant to the pseudo-spiritual root. In fact, this was not the fault of Jing Alum. If he had changed others, he would do the same.

In the world of cultivation, pseudo-spiritual roots are extremely unpopular. It takes a lot of energy for a thousand people to cultivate an excellent disciple, and pseudo-spiritual roots are destined to not be able to surpass the foundation-building period. Some pseudo-spiritual roots can't even reach the foundation-building period.

Lei Wuchen was annoyed for a long time. He picked up the phone and remembered Shi Miao, who called his brother Lei. He felt a little guilty. He even lost the courage to call the other party. He hesitated for a long time before sending a text message, "Master, I don't know when he will come back..."

At this time, Shi Miao did not know that her pseudo-spiritual roots had been rejected by Jing Alum, and the excessive favoritism of Lei Wuchen made Jing Alum very bored with her. An opportunity to worship the Emei faction passed by Shi Miao in this way.

Shi Miao has been familiar with the raw stone market for a long time, but it is not so smooth to buy jade raw stone today, because there is almost no raw stone with too strong aura on the whole street.

The quality of the whole raw stone is one level worse than in the past, which means that it will cost a lot of money to buy the emerald raw stone you need.

It seems that practicing is also a cost-consuming thing!

Walking to a strange stall, Shi Miao picked up the emerald stone the size of a man's palm and looked at it for a long time. Seeing that the boss was a good talkative person, he asked, "Boss, why doesn't the recent raw stone seem to be better? And several people who often sell raw stones can't be seen?

Boss Yuanshi was originally an extremely impatient person, but when he saw a beautiful girl talking to him, he thought he was lucky, and immediately said with a smile, "It seems that this beautiful woman doesn't come to us much! Let me tell you the truth. A knowledgeable man bought several pieces before, two of which were made into jewelry by the Treasure Pavilion. Later, the two buddies who sold the original stone knew about it. They thought that there was a good quality jade hidden in the emerald stone. Instead of letting others buy it, it was better to cut it themselves. "Where is it?" In this way, many people have done the same and go home to pick up good stones and cut them by themselves.

Hearing this, Shi Miao suddenly blushed. It turned out that the originator of the matter turned out to be himself. He hurriedly picked two emerald stones and left.

It seems that from now on, we can no longer buy good raw stone on this street, so we can only place our hopes on the gambling stone conference.

Shi Miao sighed slightly and took out the phone to Guan Qing to confirm the specific time.

At the other end of the phone, Guan Qing's extremely gentle voice came to Shi Miao's ears: "The specific time should be ten days later. Can't you leave? You can tell me anything."

"No, I can go at any time." Shi Miao's cheeks were slightly hot, pretending not to notice Guan Qing's unfriendly concern.

Guan Qing is indeed a good person, but is this person suitable for him or not? Shi Miao, who has embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, can't find the answer yet.

It suddenly began to rain, and Shi Miao quickly closed the window to start the car. Now she is no longer the fragile country girl who needs others to hold umbrellas for herself, but no matter how strong people are, they will occasionally be lonely.

Near the bus station, Chen Anyu, dressed in a suit, is awkwardly stopping a taxi in the rain.

A big man was wearing the most high-end suit, but stopped the taxi in the rain? Seeing this, a middle-aged woman whispered to the man beside her, "See, the boy has just been driven down from the BMW. He seems to be a rich woman."

The middle-aged man said disdainfully, "I'm too poor to eat, and I can't eat women's food!" What's the use of wearing it well!"

All these words came into Chen Anyu's ears word for word. Chen Anyu's body stiffened when he heard this. At this time, a speed passed by here.

The person who should have snuggled up in his arms actually had no existence in his eyes. Looking at Shi Miao in the car, Chen Anyu's eyes became hotter and hotter, and a voice in his heart roared crazily: "This life should have been mine... is mine..."