A small casual cultivator!

He is now unable to put this sword down.

"It's the middle of the month now. Let's take a rest tonight and go out to collect herbs tomorrow."

After saying this silently, he put away his sword, sat cross-legged on the bed, took out the booklet, and began to learn the details of the herb-collecting mission, and to learn more about some spiritual herbs. After all, he didn't recognize many of the spiritual herbs he had seen along the way.

Just like that, night slowly fell.

……

After a night's rest, early the next morning.

"It's time to go."

Lu Luan opened his eyes slowly, smiled, and walked out.

In fact, he felt that for the disciples who collected herbs, this residence was too useless and dispensable. After all, everyone was sleeping in the open air outside in the mountains for a whole month and only came back a few times a month.

Next, he found a backpack nearby and set off.

This backpack is made of purple bamboo, which can prevent the leakage of spiritual energy and keep the spiritual herbs fresh. Purple bamboo is a treasure. Planting it in the courtyard can purify evil spirits and make people living around it feel like spring breeze all day long.

If it were outside, people would definitely buy it like crazy, but after arriving at Zhengyang Gate, it was reduced to a matter of weaving backpacks. It was Lu Luan's first time to come to Xianmen, and he felt more than a little extravagant.

"The storage bag is still more convenient," Lu Luan shook his back and muttered.

“By the way, how can I cross Xuanting Lake if I don’t have any spiritual herbs?” Lu Luan suddenly realized something while walking, patted his head and stopped.

He looked at the surrounding mountains and said to himself, "Should I pick some in the nearby mountains?" But he quickly shook his head and said, "There are brothers and sisters in the sect who are meditating in the nearby mountains. It would be bad if I disturbed them."

"what?"

Just as he was thinking of a countermeasure, he suddenly saw the young man he had taught a lesson yesterday practicing on the edge of the cliff, so he smiled and came up with an idea. He said maliciously:

"This young man obviously has a younger brother who is collecting spiritual herbs for him. It's not too much for me to borrow some from him."

After saying that, he walked over without any scruples in his mind.

He knew that his spiritual roots were of the best upper-grade ordinary spiritual roots, and were considered upper-middle in the sect. The young man in front of him might not be as good as him. After all, if he had yellow spiritual roots that had reached a certain level, he would have been accepted as a disciple by the elders and trained as a priority. Why would he still be jumping around with them?

After a gentle persuasion, Lu Luan walked down the mountain stream, looked at the spiritual herbs in his hand and smiled: "Isn't it here?"

Zhengyang Gate is very large, with strange peaks and bamboo shoots standing tall. It took him nearly half an hour to walk along the winding bluestone path in the mountain stream before he reached the edge of Xuanting Lake.

Of course, Xuanting Lake is even larger.

In the early morning, the disciples who had returned last night started to set out again, so Lu Luan could see cranes flying up from the reed marshes from time to time. However, looking at the way they just flew up and flapped their wings, he gradually became a little dazed.

After standing still and watching for a while, Lu Luan stroked his chin and thought: "Although these cranes fly freely and easily, they are flapping their wings, which seems to be impossible to apply to my magic flying technique."

"If I can imitate its gait and spread my wings, wouldn't the speed I perform be even faster? However... cranes either walk, lie down, or fly. There are very few runners. Where can I find a crane that is good at running?"

Lu Luan gradually had an idea of ​​the magic of speed in his mind, but he was soon stumped. After all, there were cranes that could fly everywhere, but those that could run were rare.

"Oh, right? Why don't we just find a crane that can't fly?" Suddenly, his eyes lit up with excitement. A crane that can't fly is naturally good at running.

Isn’t there just one right now?

Lu Luan clapped his hands together excitedly and said with a smile: "Haha, let's do it!"

Once he figured it out, all his thoughts came together at once and he had an idea.

However, after feeling the condition of his body, he put away his smile, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that my current body can't support me to practice the magic of walking. It seems that I have to put it aside for now. The most urgent thing is to recover my body."

The most urgent thing now is to eliminate the fire poison.

"Oh, by the way, Senior Sister said that an elder will come to give us a lecture at the beginning of the month. Then we can go and ask the elder how to treat my current illness?"

After all, the elder is knowledgeable and must know more than a young boy like him.

After looking at the medicine bug in his palm, Lu Luan smiled and said, "Little guy, you have come to the right place. It's up to you from now on."

Yaochong sensed his emotions and immediately sent out the signal he had prepared long ago.

This little thing ate a lot of flame mushrooms underground and grew a lot. It can now sense the scent of spiritual herbs in a larger range.

Next he walked to the lake, found a crane and flew away on it.

There was a moment of touching moments in the clouds and mist, and a glimpse of light and shadows, and soon we reached the other side.

After jumping off the crane's back, he smiled and disappeared into the mountains.

……

……

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"This spiritual herb is hidden really deep, no wonder it has such a high quality. Haha, if it weren't for this little fellow, who would have been able to find it?"

Half an hour later, Lu Luan, with the help of the golden silk, was hanging on the steep cliff. Clouds and mists were flowing around him. When he saw the red ice crystal-like spiritual herb in the crevice of the stone, he smiled and said.

The location where this magical herb grows is too hidden. It is difficult for monsters and beasts to get in, and the disciples who come to collect herbs don't dare to climb to these places.

Although Zhengyang Sect has abundant spiritual energy that is suitable for the growth of spiritual herbs, it cannot withstand the constant picking by the disciples in the sect, so it is difficult to find high-quality herbs.

He calmed his mind and then used his sword to pry open the rocks outside.

After more than twenty breaths, the spiritual herb was obtained.

Lu Luan was like a skylark. With the help of the protruding rocks, he climbed to the top of the cliff in just a few steps.

Sitting next to the empty backpack, he smiled at the spiritual herbs in his hand and said, "After half an hour, I finally found a spiritual herb of good quality."

His main focus now is to find high-quality spiritual herbs to heal his injuries, so he doesn't spend time picking those low-level stuff. As for the monthly tasks... with the medicine bugs, it can be completed in four or five days, so he is not in a hurry.

"The main function of this tiger blood grass is to nourish qi, blood and essence. I wonder how effective it is in eliminating fire poison?" Looking at the spiritual herb in his hand, Lu Luan muttered to himself.

"Wait, nourishing the essence, qi and blood!" Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he said excitedly: "I also have fire poison in my blood. If I release some blood and then take tiger blood grass to replenish the lost qi and blood, wouldn't this be a disguised way to dispel some of the fire poison?"

As expected, Lu Luan soon came up with a very good idea. Although Tiger Blood Grass is a magical herb, it does not have much healing effect, and swallowing it directly will have little effect.

"Try it?" He thought, and a long sword appeared, gently slashing across his wrist.

The sword was extremely sharp and it cut through the flesh in an instant, but he didn't even frown.

Soon, black blood with a foul smell began to flow out of the wound.

In fact, this can no longer be called blood.

Lu Luan felt that it was not fast enough, so he pressed it with his right hand, and blood immediately gushed out.

In fact, this method is very good, but you cannot do this if you don’t have spiritual herbs that provide sufficient qi and blood, otherwise your body will become deficient and your injuries will be aggravated.

"That's enough."

After feeling that almost two bowls of blood had been lost, Lu Luan used his true energy to seal the wound and bandaged it with a few leaves nearby.

Next, he swallowed the tiger blood grass into his stomach and began to digest and absorb it.

……

An hour later.

Lu Luan opened his eyes and realized that the lost blood and energy had recovered. He smiled excitedly and said, "It really works. If I can replace blood dozens of times like this, I can at least save my life, even if I can't eradicate the fire poison. It's really a good method."

He was very satisfied with the recovery effect. After all, there were many elixirs as effective as Tiger Blood Grass in these mountains.

"Ok?"

But when he looked at the ground, he was stunned, because the weeds that were stained with his blood began to wither!

Seeing this, Lu Luan laughed at himself and said, "Haha, no wonder the monsters don't eat me. I'm afraid I have become an old poisonous creature."

These are just ordinary plants, without any spiritual charm, and naturally cannot withstand the erosion of fire poison.

Lu Luan didn't pay much attention to it. He put on his backpack and went somewhere else.

With the golden silk, he could go freely to places that would stop menial disciples in their tracks.

In fact, there are people who have magic weapons like the Golden Silk, but not many people dare to come to such a dangerous place like him. After all, if they make a slight misstep, they will be doomed.

Lu Luan had experienced countless battles underground, so for him, a hundred-meter cliff like this was nothing.

People will always transform slowly through hardships. Looking back more than a year ago, he was also a timid boy who didn't dare to come to these places like other menial disciples, and was very cautious.

It's just that I've been through a lot, and compared to the real crises I've been through, these are just minor things.