After planting the sapling of life in the northeast corner of the yard, Sophia said, "Generally speaking, in about a thousand years, the sapling of life can evolve into the ancient tree of wisdom, and then you can get a few drops of the spring of life every day!"

A thousand years?

Listen to Sophia said, Yang Ling almost fainted. What is a thousand years? It is estimated that by the time this sapling secretes the spring of life, it will have already turned into a pile of loess.

"Ibis, there is no hope in my life! Perhaps, the great-great-grandson, there is still a little hope!" Looking at the life saplings like chicken ribs, Yang Ling shook his head and smiled ruefully. Now he understood why the fountain of life was so rare, and why even the elven tribes regarded it as their life.

"For the average person, it would take at least a thousand years, which is why many small elf tribes don't have springs of life." Seeing Yang Ling shaking his head and sighing, Sophia went on to say: "But two days ago, grandpa found a shortcut when he read the ancient books of elves..."

A shortcut?

Yangling eyes light up, the spring of life has many wonderful uses. It can not only accelerate the speed of cultivation, but also promote the evolution of Warcraft and dissolve the secret red pill of the Anka family, if you can quickly obtain a large number of life springs, absolutely great benefits.

Carefully look around the situation, Sophia carefully from the arms to touch a thin piece of parchment, Yangling fixed a look, above all are dense small words. At first glance, it looks a bit like ancient Chinese oracle bone inscriptions, but on a closer look, it doesn't feel quite like it.

"Brother Yang, Grandpa said that this is the psychic magic practiced by the ancient Mushu people. After mastering, you can communicate with all plants, summon dead wood warriors, and promote the growth of plants, you must hide it!"

After confirming that there was no one around, Sophia patiently taught Yang Ling to identify the ancient elvish language on the parchment. According to records, in ancient times, tree herders and forest elves both used the ancient elven language and were closely related. Although few people can recognize the old Elvish language these days, it is advisable to be careful.

After pondering for a while, although Yang Ling did not understand exactly how to cultivate, he always felt that this was not the so-called magic in this world, but a different cultivation formula.

Unlike sorcery, which relies on absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth, this mystical psychic spell seems to mainly absorb the life energy contained in nature's vegetation. But strangely, in terms of the trajectory of energy and so on, it seems that there is some connection between the two.

Is this some kind of special sorcery?

After reading the mysterious psychic spell several times silently, Yang Ling's heart moves. Tree herders can summon a large number of dead wood warriors, and they can also shed their blood to domesticate spiritual ancient trees. Perhaps the tree herders in ancient times were wizards in this world, so there are so many similarities.

Could it be that the reason why he inexplicably came to this world is also related to the animal husbandry people in ancient times?

Under doubt, Yangling thought, until Sophia called a few times before returning to God.

Yangling puzzled, at the same time, see him quickly remember the formula, back like flow, Sophia is envious. Ancient elven language cadence, not to mention human, is the general forest elves do not have ten days to remember.

"Brother Yang, grandpa said that this magic is so mysterious that it may be of great benefit to you, so that you can take a little more time to think about it!"

Looking at thoughtful Yang Ling, Sophia was a little embarrassed. In fact, she understood the reason why grandpa gave the mysterious parchment to Yangling, in addition to hope that he can quickly improve the strength, but also have their own selfish.

After inadvertently discovering the cultivation magic of the Shepherd under the altar, Grandpa gathered several elven tribal elders who could not crack the secret of the parchment, although they knew every word, but there was no response to cultivation. Helpless, had to put hope in Yangling body.

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According to legend, in ancient times, the relationship between the shepherd and the spirit is very close, even if Yang Ling can not understand, perhaps his family has what way to crack. And as long as Yangling breakthrough, strength greatly enhanced, I believe the elves can also benefit. If nothing else, at least let him help summon a few more tough dead wood warriors.

"Yes, thank the elven Elder for me!"

Yang Ling put the mysterious parchment away, although Sophia tried to cover up, but he is still keenly aware of what may be hidden inside.

He believed, however, that the elven elder had no ill will, and at best wished to gain a little more from himself. After all, in the heart of the elvish elder, he has a powerful family of ancient summoners behind him. If you can get the help of your own family, it will be of great benefit to the forest elves.

Misunderstanding! A big misunderstanding!

Yang Ling understands that whether it is elves, barbarians, mercenaries or ordinary townspeople, in their eyes they are either rich or rich, born in a powerful family. But since that's what people think, he won't say much more. After all, it seems that this misunderstanding can make themselves get unexpected benefits from time to time, there is a cheap not to earn, is the real asshole.

Peel a few crispy pine cones to Yangling to eat down, see the time is not early, Sophia hurriedly goodbye, night incense tavern there are a lot of things to deal with. According to the agreement with Yangling, for every bottle of rum sold, the Elven tribe gets half of the proceeds. These days, both life and weapons in the tribe have improved a lot, which makes grandpa happy.

"Brother Yang, tomorrow I... I'll see you tomorrow!"

Sophia reluctant to part, would have wanted to say more, but looking at Yangling bad smile, couldn't help but think of the last time in the bath room embarrassment. Shui Lingling's big eyes glared at him, twisting a thin waist and walking slowly away.

After seeing the fairy beauty away, Yangling continue to study the rest of the sorcerer. When I went to the courtyard to breathe again, it was already starry and quiet at night.

Just as he was about to sit down cross-legged to practice sorcery, suddenly, a faint green light in the corner caught his attention. Walk past a look, the original only chopstick length of life saplings have grown to their knees as high, the growth rate is very fast. In addition, the aura of heaven and earth around the saplings is even stronger than in the center of the yard, and it seems that the saplings themselves will automatically absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Rocket-like growth rate?

Under the doubt, Yang Ling simply sat down cross-legged next to the sapling of life, and silently read the mysterious psychic formula under the influence of the devil. Soon, the surrounding trees emit a little green life energy, which is absorbed and mixed with the magic force in the body, and runs along the track of the mysterious.

At the same time, under the inspiration of psychic spells, the surrounding trees frantically absorb the thick spirit of heaven and earth inside the spirit array. In this way, the tree absorbs the magnificent spirit of heaven and earth, and Yang Ling absorbs the green life energy emitted by the tree, and the two phases benefit.

From a distance, the trees in the courtyard were wind-free, and even the many mercenaries stationed on the edge of the forest of Trass felt that a huge magic had suddenly gathered over the castle of Wyssen.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ling felt a cool breeze blowing through, and slowly came back to her senses. Open your eyes and see that the saplings of life have not known when they have grown to their waist, and green buds have grown on the branches. At the same time, the sorcery in the body merged with more green energy, as if the red blood vessels were entangled with a long green vine.

Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly feel the wind and grass moving within a dozen paces. The big trees in the yard, the roots, and even the wheat grass that can be seen everywhere, seem to have turned into his eyes and tentacles.

At this time, if someone passes by, will find Yangling body issued a faint circle of green light. From a distance, it looks like a stone covered with moss, and like a green stump, and the flowers and trees in the yard melt into one.