Chapter 302 Chapter 301 I Want a Bamboo

So simple?

Staring at the motionless soul, Song He's expression was slightly surprised. This... He had been prepared to sacrifice a few, and it worked?

It was really a little simple that surprised him.

Well... But it seems that he has been lucky since he came here, and success is also a matter of course.

"Well, since it works..."

Song He glanced at the side and whispered this sentence, but he did not relax, but asked all the remaining prisoners to start trying little by little.

According to his requirements, the prisoners tried in stages from splitting a part of the spiritual consciousness to the whole spiritual consciousness.

It must be done to perfection.

It took a lot of time to do this. It took more than ten days before the test was completed.

All the changes during the period were recorded by Song He. Although he didn't know whether it was useful or not, it was good to record it.

The result was satisfactory. All ten people succeeded and were transformed into golden souls.

Ye Zhenren, who was watching from the side, loosened his clenched fist and smiled on his face.

"Xiaohe." Her voice was a little expectant.

"Well, Uncle Ye, don't worry, I'll leave it to you."

Song He showed a confident smile, and then said: "These people have made some contributions. As for the first one to enter, why don't you forgive some of his sins and let him serve me in this world.

Master Ye, who was in a good mood, no longer cared about these prisoners, and said casually: "You decide, anyway, their punishment is to stay in Luoqiu Prison until their lifespan is exhausted, and it can be regarded as making the best use of them if they can do something in another place. "

As he said this, Master Ye snapped his fingers.

The bodies lying on the ground were immediately engulfed by the white flames, and turned into ashes in an instant, which were blown away by the wind.

Well... this can be regarded as cutting off the retreat.

Master Ye is indeed thoughtful in doing things.

Since it succeeded, it is time to get down to business.

Next, Master Ye received a total of ten monks with old bodies and exhausted souls. These people are really old and look as if they will fall to the ground and die in the next second.

No more words were said.

Song He didn't know them at all. He just exchanged a few words briefly and then started the soul transfer operation.

The result was naturally quite smooth. The souls of all ten people were transferred into the New Moon Realm. Except for the loss of mana and consciousness, there were no side effects.

It can be said that as long as this world is not destroyed, nothing will happen. If there is an accident, they can live here forever.

And the life span of spiritual plants...

Perhaps they will live longer than most cultivators?

In the future, Song He will improve this world, and perhaps it will really become a complete world, no worse than the outside world.

When the last person was successfully transferred, a trace of tears flashed in Ye Zhenren's eyes, which made Song He tremble in his heart and turned his head quickly.

The cultivator was crying.

Is this a black history?

Could he be hunted by Ye Zhenren?

Although he turned his head quickly, Ye Zhenren still saw it.

If it were someone else, Ye Zhenren would definitely take some measures, but Song He didn't care when he saw it.

She was already very satisfied with Song He, and now she was even more satisfied.

She said generously:

"Xiaohe, you have helped my uncle a lot, what do you want? I can agree to it. ”

“…”

I always feel that this is not the first time I have heard this.

It seems that Uncle Kang also said this last time.

No wonder you are husband and wife.

But Song He really doesn’t need anything. Uncle Ye has helped him a lot, and he gives him treasures for free. Even his children are working for him.

Although he wants Song He to help with planning, he trusts him after all. Otherwise, he can’t give his children a good future as a Yuanying?

So Song He shook his head: "Uncle, what you said is really too polite. Do you want to pay me for asking me to help you?

If you really pay me, I will be angry. ”

“Haha.” Master Ye couldn’t help laughing, “You kid, if that’s the case, then I won’t pay you.”

She has never been a shy person.

Besides, sometimes it’s not beautiful to be so clear.

If other people are asked to help, according to Master Ye’s temperament, he will definitely end this cause and effect cleanly, but Song He doesn’t care.

“Well. "Song He smiled.

Then the Immortal chatted with Song He casually for a few words. Just then, the pink and white fox came to report something, and she directly sank her consciousness into the New Moon Realm.

She planned to chat with those elders.

Song He followed the pink and white fox to the side, and the latter reported: "Master, Chenhuan Academy has sent thirteen Confucian cultivators and is waiting."

"Oh? Finally here." Song He's eyebrows relaxed.

This is really good things come in pairs.

Without saying a word, he immediately walked into the cave, and then stood directly in a formation.

The cylindrical halo around him lighted up slightly, and the scenery suddenly changed. He was already in a gorgeous hall.

Thirteen monks in Confucian robes looked at him in unison, led by Wen Suiyue, who had met him once before.

"Fellow Daoist Song, I haven't seen you for a while. "

Wen Suiyue smiled and introduced: "These are fellow students in the academy who are good at writing interesting stories. No matter what you want, they can write it."

Song Hearing this, his body made of water vapor moved forward and said with a smile: "Thank you for coming from such a far distance. I will definitely reward you handsomely after the matter is completed!"

The monks in Confucian robes immediately said politely: "Okay, okay, we are honored to be able to help you, and we really need your help."

As a well-known Confucian orthodox, it was the first time for them to ask for help like this, and their expressions were a little stiff and embarrassed.

"Oh?"

After a little thought in his mind, Song He had an idea.

It's nothing more than the matter of Lingshi Pavilion.

A place like Chenhuan Academy where you have to study various classics requires more time, and the deacon has long been pestering the uncles and elders.

While inviting several people to sit down, he said, "I guess it has something to do with my Lingshi Pavilion, right?"

"That's right!" Wen Suiyue was obviously the leader, and she sat down directly without being polite, "Junzi asked me to negotiate a cooperation with you, Daoyou, for Lingshi Pavilion. In addition to these fellow disciples, you can make other requests."

Song He also sat down, looking directly at Wen Suiyue, with a playful expression: "Really any request is OK?"

"Of course." Wen Suiyue nodded.

"Then I want the Junzi bamboo from your academy, and I want the Le bamboo, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Suiyue immediately bared his teeth, covered his face with his wide sleeves, and smiled bitterly:

"Fellow Daoist Song, your request is really a bit high!"

"Didn't you say anything is OK?"

Song He blinked his eyes and spread his hands innocently: "I have always liked spiritual plants, what's wrong with asking you for a bamboo?"

A bamboo!

When hearing this, Wen Suiyue almost couldn't help but want to say a few words - that is a fifth-level spiritual plant planted by a gentleman, how come it has become a bamboo in your eyes?

Only their Chenhuan Academy has it in the world! (End of this chapter)