The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

On the rooftop, the howling night wind could not move the frozen atmosphere.

Guild Master Beihai was in his fifties, with a strong build and gray beard. He was holding the unconscious Beihai boss whose clothes were soaked in blood, with sweat streaming down his forehead.

There were people around him to protect him, and there were people facing him.

Someone spoke.

"Kill her!

"Kill her directly to prevent others from being puppetized!"

Someone spoke.

"Absolutely not!

"She has blessed Beihai too many times!"

Someone spoke.

"Master Guxian has given me an ultimatum, she must be killed!

"She is the descendant of the Scaled Sword Holy Land!"

Someone spoke.

"If I don't kill her within ten breaths, the ancient immortal will turn me into a puppet!

"Go ahead, President, and keep it useful!"

Everyone present had ancient immortals casting their gazes deep into their eyes, and all of them had sneers, gloomy or fierce voices!

Every ancient immortal is full of desire to attack and want to kill this Beihai boss!

It would be best if she could be killed without turning the disciple into a puppet!

If the disciple must be turned into a puppet in order to kill her, then there is no need to hesitate!

Even President Beihai heard the voice of the ancient immortal master in his mind.

"what are you waiting for?

"Are you waiting for me to turn you into a puppet?

"immediately!

"Now!

"Kill her!"

…

In Xizhou's conference room, everyone stared at the screen and subconsciously held their breath.

Beihai boss, can he still survive?

Several immortal arts committee members discussed in low voices.

"Why didn't the boss of Xizhou play last night?"

"Isn't he sure how to deal with the ghost patrol?"

"Will he go to Beihai today?"

"Probably not going."

"Will he save the Beihai boss?"

The right and wrong and logic here are difficult for them to understand, but they feel weird in their hearts.

Then he saw Mo Lanyou in the front row, turning back suddenly, his eyes like lightning, directed at the muttering people.

"Shut up, everyone!

“The boss of Xizhou is definitely not afraid of him.

“Tonight’s battle happened too fast, and the boss of Xizhou didn’t have time to get over.

"But if everyone in Beihai can hold off for a while, they might be able to wait for him."

…

On the rooftop, the atmosphere was anxious.

All the immortal arts committee members were sweating on their foreheads.

They don’t want to kill the Beihai boss, but they also don’t want to be turned into puppets by the ancient immortal!

In this moment, they were all under tremendous pressure, and they couldn't even bear to look at the figure with blood soaked clothes!

President Beihai hugged the Beihai boss, looked at her face again, and recognized her as Professor Guan's daughter, Guan Yuexi, and took out a poisonous weed pill from his pocket.

No one can bear to see it!

The boss of Beihai, Guan Yuexi, saved Beihai several times, but ended up like this in the end?

In the minds of the immortal arts committee members, the laughter of ancient immortals echoed.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Hahahahaha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"The heirs of the Holy Land must die!"

"Stop dawdling! Come on, come on! Come on!"

President Beihai's hand was trembling slightly as he held Ducaowan's hand.

Finally, he glanced at the fake wine vessel flower that was smashed into pieces by a slap, and thought, how great would it be if this flower were real?

Everyone looked over and saw broken stems and broken leaves swaying in the night wind.

but……

The next moment, everyone's eyes widened, President Beihai smiled, and the howling of the wind on the rooftop suddenly became louder!

Then I saw that this broken fake wine vessel flower was growing again amidst the rustling sound!

The stems thicken and reveal new shoots!

The branches grow and the buds sprout!

The flower buds are in full bloom, and a faint aroma of wine wafts out!

The clusters of turquoise flowers seemed to glow in the night!

The largest flower, shaped like a dendrobium!

The flowers guarding the side are shaped like wine horns!

President Beihai put away the poisonous grass pills and turned a deaf ear to the voice of the ancient immortal in his mind.

Others around him laughed and relaxed.

Once this flower appears, no one dares to use the puppet magic anymore.

Beihai boss, Guan Yuexi, is safe.

…

"Could it be that the so-called ghost patrol is a great celestial technique?"

brush……

Sitting on the sofa at the top of the car, blowing the mountain breeze, passing through thousands of acres of medicinal fields.

Bai Mo was thinking while observing the medicine fields on both sides and his apprentices.

Although it is difficult to compare the combat prowess of different paths and different magicians... but judging from past results, Guan Yuexi is really not weak. And this time, she lost too simply.

There is no news from Su Baitao and Wang Crocodile.

The committee also had no clue about this "ghost patrol".

As soon as Bai Mo thought, the black and oily food sharing monument appeared in front of him.

The monument is still empty.

"Not the newly promoted Sequence Six? Then what exactly is it?"

brush……

The car reaches its destination.

Bai Mo ignored the matter for now, hid the food sharing monument, jumped out of the car, and walked towards the Purple Earth Dragon Medicine Field with his apprentice overalls, bow ties, and Xiao Dayan.

Then I saw stems as thick as a water tank, emerging from the ground one by one, and then drilling back into the ground. They were so densely packed that they couldn't see the edge.

Black Star is already waiting.

“Yingyingying!

"Ouch!"

Something is wrong with Purple Earth Dragon recently!

It took its master and brothers all the way into the medicine field.

He jumped up on the purple earth dragon stalk and pointed to a wooden lump to show the master.

"Huh? Why did Zi Dilong get a knot?"

But I saw this lump, round, hard, with a rough surface.

Bai Mo recalled it, and it seemed that he had never seen this in the literature?

Black stars are jumping up and down on the roots of Purple Earth Dragon, pointing here and there.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

There's more than one pimple like this, it's everywhere, and it looks weird.

Bai Mo's consciousness spread and checked Zi Di Long.

After a while, a conclusion was drawn.

“This… the production level of the original immortal energy has not declined.

“It has returned to the production level of one liter per day, which is quite good.”

Bai Mo tried to communicate with Zi Dilong, and his consciousness spread like the wind, scattered in the Zi Dilong medicine field, and penetrated into every corner of Zi Dilong.

"What’s wrong with you?

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you in pain? Are you sick? How can I help you?"

Hearing the sound of "rustling", the Purple Earth Dragon trembled slightly.

Each stalk vaguely expresses the same wish... It is hungry!

"ah?

"hungry?

"Isn't there enough fertilizer?"

Purple Earth Dragon is currently the largest fairy cash cow in Fox Mountain and has a very high priority.

In this medicine field, there are crisscross ravines with clear water flowing for it to drink unlimitedly.

Fertilizer is occasionally added to the water to provide it with nutrients.

As he was talking, he heard the "rumbling" of cars, and a row of ten large tank trucks stopped at the edge of the field, dumping fertilizer into the ditch.

Wow…

Each large tanker contains twenty-five tons of fertilizer!

Every once in a while, big tankers will come to fertilize the purple earth dragons!

It was these fertilizers that, after being eaten by it, it grew taller and produced its original immortal energy.

"This fertilizer output...is already one-third of Fox Mountain's, right?

"That's it, are you still hungry?"

Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and saw that the water supply ditch under his feet was dyed dirty yellow-green by fertilizers.

But in a moment, it was absorbed completely by the Purple Earth Dragon and became crystal clear again.

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, and then put his hand on the Purple Earth Dragon. His consciousness spurted out, sensing every root and every detail of the Purple Earth Dragon... After careful inspection, he raised his head and looked at several foxes who were waiting anxiously. Disciple, look at their widened eyes.

“Here… there’s good news, and there’s bad news.

“The good news is that Purple Earth Dragon is growing taller again.

“Its appetite will increase, and its output of original immortal energy will also increase.

"In the future, the daily output may gradually increase to one and a half liters."

This situation has not been recorded in the literature.

Because Qingyue Dan Palace was quite poor before, it did not feed Zi Di Long to this extent.

Several foxes smiled happily and immediately jumped up and down with their front paws, dancing around the master in celebration.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

"嘤嘤嘤!"

...Only the most powerful Fox Mountain can feed the Purple Earth Dragon to become so good and fat!

While they were dancing happily, they heard the master tell them bad news again.

“But, it needs more fertilizer to develop.

“We at Fox Mountain...are having a hard time offering more for the time being.

"The herb grass materials, tree-man machines, labor, and transportation capacity required to produce fertilizer... have almost reached their limits."

Several foxes were dancing and almost dodged when they heard this.

"Ouch?"

Will Fox Mountain’s production capacity still be stuck?

"Hey?"

This Purple Earth Dragon hasn't worked hard enough. Can't it eat less grass and squeeze more milk?

"Ouch?"

This Purple Earth Dragon is not very enlightened, so why can't he talk more about dedication and less about treatment?

White ink patted the thick stems of Purple Earth Dragon.

"fine!

"Take it slowly step by step, and I will think of ways to increase production capacity to another level!"

…

"Expert Baimo, we have a new office for you in the northern suburbs base.

"Although... you may not always work here, haha, but having an office will always be a lot more convenient."

On the top floor of the experimental building, Secretary Zhang took Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu all the way deep into the corridor.

Passing by the grass jelly analysis center, grass jelly editing center, tea break room, check grass laboratory, the fifth room has just been listed. Astonishingly, it was the "Baimo Expert Base Office in the Northern Suburbs."

Entering it, the huge windows shine in the bright light, and you suddenly become enlightened!

There are desks, computers, cabinets, coffee tables, sofas...it's almost the same as the one in Xiancao Building.

When Bai Mo walked to the window, he saw the entire northern suburbs base, including workshops and factories, even the plantation park in the distance, and even the outermost Immortal Arts Committee barracks.

You can even see the neighborhoods in the northern suburbs and Song Xiangshuai's bakery.

Bai Mo grinned, bid farewell to Secretary Zhang, sat down, and started today's office work.

So far, the committee has no specific work for him, so he is minding his own business, reading random papers and literature.

Fang Xiaoyu and fox apprentice Da Jinhuan got together and went shopping online again.

Bai Mo's mind moved, and he used his spiritual consciousness to check his office... Sure enough, there was a formation in the wall that prohibited his spiritual consciousness from passing through.

"When was this formation that imprisoned the consciousness set up?"

Bai Mo thought about it and quickly recalled that when Su Yaoyao was still there, various piles were buried everywhere in the park... Could it be that those piles buried all over the park created the effect of the walls confining the consciousness?

"Does the committee still have this skill?

"very nice."

He nodded, and his consciousness turned into flowing threads, penetrating the wall, and then observed Mo Lanyou next door.

Then they saw Mo Lanyou sitting at the desk in the office, staring fiercely at the laptop screen.

What are you looking at?

Bai Mo's spiritual consciousness passed by and he saw on the screen a sequence of seven words, recording some kind of magic!

He is reading a skill book!

Then he saw Mo Lanyou pick up the water glass and take a sip.

“I was able to succeed yesterday, which shows that my physique may be very suitable for this magical technique.

“I failed again today, which shows that my knowledge is still not solid enough.

"If I keep working hard, learn knowledge, find a good state, I will succeed!"

He glanced around him and saw ten pots of Chazhen grass, all of which had sprouted, with three leaves emerging from each one.

His eyes were full of gentle love... These ten pots of Chazhencao were the greatest achievement and miracle in his magical career, and they were also a milestone in the Holy Land of the Book Pavilion!

With these ten pots of Chazhen grass here, his life has been worthwhile!

He returned his gaze to the laptop screen, rolled the scroll wheel, and continued studying.

"Work hard and keep learning!"

…

Next door, Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

He saw all the magic on Mo Lanyou's screen.

Although there is not much content on one screen, it can basically verify his conjecture...

"This magic is indeed quite rough.

"Mo Lanyou, you are indeed a worse learner."

On this page of screen, there is really a shining point of this magic.

But based on Bai Mo's observation, Mo Lanyou didn't learn this flash at all, and only learned to be simple and crude.

Wow…

But it was the disciple Da Jinhuan who came over to pour a cup of hot tea for his master.

You will see that the tea soup in this cup is bright, clear and golden yellow, with a rich fragrance.

Bai Mo couldn't tell the name, but he could guess...

"The Beijiao Base prepared it for us. This is probably the best tea in the world?"

As he drank, he grinned, sometimes flipping through the papers on the computer screen, sometimes going to the next door with his consciousness to see if Mo Lanyou had turned the page.

His use of Mo Lanyou's magical skills was like someone using someone else's novel behind his back. He reads quickly, but he can't decide when to turn the page. He had to wait until someone turned the page before he could read further.

Time passed little by little, and Bai Mo read countless papers.

His consciousness went to the next door again and saw that Mo Lanyou hadn't turned the page yet.

"What's going on with him?"

If you look closely, you can see that this guy has his eyes narrowed and is drowsy, almost asleep!

Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth and was speechless.

The guy's body was swaying, and he actually threw himself on the table, holding the mouse wheel.

brush--

The content on the computer screen scrolled rapidly and was dragged to the bottom of the document.

Bai Mo was extremely lucky... Fortunately, Mo Lanyou's computer was expensive enough and equipped with a high frame rate screen, allowing him to read all the scrolling fairy arts documents.

"hey-hey."

He picked up the tea and took a sip.

Savor this [Fate-writing Technique of Immortal Grass] in your heart.

After a few minutes, he let out a breath, understanding already.

Is this magical skill really the result of generations of people who have thought and worked hard and tried again and again?

Although many things are rough.

But in the rough operation, there is also shining wisdom!

It's like a big iron lump inlaid with pieces of diamonds!

In some cases, it can exert the hardness of iron lumps.

In some cases it may be broken into diamonds.

But in some cases, it can be used as a diamond, giving full play to the hardness of diamond!

Bai Mo thought about it.

"Well, I've learned a lesson!"

At this moment, he heard a "bang bang" knock on the door outside.

Thanks to Abise of the Abyss, Yu Xuetian, and book friend Digital Brother 5205 for their rewards~ Sometimes you can’t see the rewards from Q reading. . . Sorry. .