Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Shen Qing understood that it was not that the spiritual power would be depleted because there were too many people practicing, but that people were too greedy and had no self-control, which caused the resources to deplete.

The wise man told her that the spiritual plants were more abundant thousands of years ago, but unfortunately brutal plundering caused many of them to become extinct.

Spiritual plants are undoubtedly the heart of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The impact of the disappearance of spiritual plants on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be imagined.

There is also the mining of spirit stone mines. There is no doubt that it takes tens of thousands of years for a mineral vein to form, but the speed of mining is only a few decades or hundreds of years. The self-purification ability of heaven and earth is far behind the speed of destruction.

Over time, the entire world of cultivating immortals has gone from having golden elixirs everywhere ten thousand years ago to having golden elixirs hard to come by today.

At this point, the wise man shook his head, his eyes flashing with contempt for the plunderers.

Although the wise man did not curse, Shen Qing felt from his eyes that he was saying that these people deserved it and were reaping the consequences of their own actions.

"Master, I have another question..."

"You are only allowed to ask questions once in a class. Don't break the rules." The wise man looked at Shen Qing with his deep eyes, and the giant python climbing on his body raised its head.

Shen Qing couldn't help but shudder, "Students understand."

The wise man nodded with satisfaction, took out a small bag from his sleeve and handed it to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing took it and looked at him puzzledly.

"This is your homework. Resurrect this Muxian Grass."

Muxiancao, the Muxiancao that became extinct ten thousand years ago? "Master..."

Before Shen Qing could finish his words, the wise man turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Shen Qing stared blankly at the bag in his hand, feeling a sense of disconnection as if time and space were disorganized.

Muxian grass can spontaneously transform spiritual power. If a cultivator practices among a group of Muxian grass, his practice will be twice as effective with half the effort. Therefore, Muxian grass was welcomed by many cultivators tens of thousands of years ago.

Unfortunately, where there is a market, there is trade, and where there is trade, there is destruction. Due to many improper collections, the Muxian grass became inactive, and the monks did not know how to protect it, so gradually the Muxian grass became extinct.

But now the wise man actually gave her the seeds of Muxiancao and asked her to revive Muxiancao.

It also……

Shen Qing covered his face, his heart beating like a drum. If the resurrection was successful, the influence of Muxiancao on the world of immortal cultivation would be immeasurable.

No one doesn't want to be a hero, and no one doesn't want to be the first.

Shen Qing admitted that the task itself was enough to make her excited.

*

Even though Shen Qing only attended one class, it seemed like only half a quarter of an hour had passed outside.

The people who were kneeling on the mat at the same time as Shen Qing had already woken up. They knelt on the mat again unwillingly, but this time they did not feel drowsy.

So they exchanged cushions, but it still had no effect.

At this time, a team of golden warriors walked out from behind the golden statue. They were wearing armor, and the armor made a metal collision sound when they walked.

"The inheritance is over, please leave on your own."

After hearing the words of the golden warrior, the monks looked at each other and left reluctantly.

The golden warrior glanced at the crowd, and the spear in his hand flew out, knocking away several monks who were hoping for a lucky break and refused to leave.

This move stunned the monks who were about to leave. If they were not mistaken, those unlucky guys were beaten so hard that their whole bodies were embedded in the stone wall.

The golden warriors began to patrol the hall, and the monks who had completed their inheritance hurriedly left the hall.

Outside the temple, the monks who had escaped the disaster were whispering to each other.

"Senior Sister Chen, have you also discovered that the way of listening and learning varies from person to person?" Liao Yanqing said softly to Chen Xueluo.

Chen Xueluo nodded. "I happened to have some doubts in my cultivation a few days ago, and that wise man explained everything to me clearly."

"Me too. I was stuck in a bottleneck when making talismans. It wasn't until I saw the wise man demonstrate it to me that I suddenly realized it. It's a pity that this class ended too quickly. I still feel unsatisfied."

Chen Xueluo narrowed her eyes. "Strange, since both you and I finished the class in one period, then why..."

Chen Xueluo remembered that when she left, there was a girl next to her, who was only about eight or nine years old. Her class should have ended, but she did not wake up.

"Why?" Liao Yanqing asked.

Chen Xueluo glanced at him and shook her head. "Nothing. Maybe I'm overthinking it."

"Su Wan'er is out..."

Chen Xueluo looked over and saw a pretty girl coming out of the palace gate. She seemed to have seen the two of them and happily raised her hand to greet them.

Liao Yanqing shuddered, not caring about the difference between men and women, and ran with Chen Xueluo, "Let's go! Don't let her see us again!"

Chen Xueluo cooperated and trotted away.

Su Wan'er didn't expect that when she greeted others with good intentions, they would avoid her as if she were a ferocious beast.

Her eyes darkened. A few cannon fodders who didn't even have a role in the show were getting stern with her. She would wait until she returned to Xuantian Sect to see how she would deal with them.

*

After each class, Shen Qing would take notes and go to the wise man to ask questions.

The wise man who had attended several classes looked at Shen Qing leisurely, "You have a lot of questions..."

Shen Qing scratched his head in embarrassment, "I am so ashamed! I am a dull student, and my comprehension is just a little bit lacking."

"How is the progress of Muxiancao?"

When Shen Qing thought of Muxiancao, his eyes suddenly lit up like a searchlight, shockingly bright!

"Master, I'll be honest with you. I studied the habits of the Muxian grass. They are used to staying with their companions, so I used my spiritual power to grow a vine to simulate the aura of the Muxian grass. Sure enough, the Muxian grass was affected by the aura of its companions and sprouted."

"Show me your Muxian Grass."

Shen Qing took out a flowerpot from the table, with two or three green sprouts popping out of it.

The wise man took it and looked at it carefully. "It is really Muxian grass. It turns out that Muxian grass needs the breath of its companion to sprout. No wonder..."

"Master, so you didn't know this?" Shen Qing was surprised. After all, the wise man was well-versed in history and modern knowledge, yet there were things he didn't know.

The gray-green python stuck out its tongue and stared at Shen Qing with its scarlet eyes, as if it was going to pounce on him in the next second.

The wise man patted the python soothingly and said, "When three people walk together, there must be one person who can teach me. I am not an omniscient and omnipotent god, so it is normal for me to not understand."

The wise man looked at Shen Qing tenderly, "You explained to me how to revive the Muxian Grass. As a reward, you can ask me one extra question."

Is there such a good thing?

Shen Qing was excited, "I want to know how I can succeed in the way of the sword with my talent of dual spiritual roots of water and wood."

The wise man took out a piece of blue-green straight wood from his sleeve. The straight wood exuded a cold aura. "This is a thousand-year-old water-born wood nurtured by the polar glaciers..."

Shen Qing covered her mouth which was wide open due to shock, "Ten thousand years of water and wood!"

"Yes, if you want to build a career in the way of swordsmanship, the most important thing is the sword itself. With this ten thousand year old water wood as your natal sword, your future will be immeasurable."

Shen Qing's eyes sparkled with stars. "Master, do you mean to give me this water-based wood?"

The wise man flipped his wrist and the water and wood disappeared, "When did I ever say it belongs to you?"