《Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks!》Chapter 226: Magical Language Arts
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And at this moment.
In front of the wooden house.
Su Xing had already sorted out the body tempering spirit herbs and was grinding them into powder by hand, so that everyone could fully absorb the medicinal effects during the medicinal bath.
"Beep Beep!"! "Congratulations to the host for preparing the medicinal bath for the junior sisters. Every action of yours is as considerate as an elder brother's, and personally grinding the medicinal powder for everyone is even more considerate.". "The system specially rewards you with a cultivation of 1,000 years and a critical strike of 10 times. A total of 10,000 years of cultivation."
"The system has already distributed the rewards to your backpack. Host, please keep up the good work."
When Su Xing heard the notification sound in his mind, he could not help but smile.
Hehe!
The system was becoming more and more humane. It was actually able to detect his feelings for his junior sisters and even arranged a cultivation reward for them!
Not Bad, not bad at all.
Even Su Xing had the illusion that the system was sent by the heavens to motivate him to do good deeds. As long as he did good deeds, the system would give out rewards. The more rewards he gave out, the more motivated he would be. The cycle of the two was repeating itself, it seemed to have formed a virtuous cycle.
Initially, he thought that it would be a little troublesome to deal with the medicinal herbs and that it would be boring to squat and grind the medicinal powder for a long time. However, after hearing the system's notification tone, Su Xing suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
Was it an illusion?
Suddenly, a line from his previous life flashed through his mind.
"Hey, ever since I got what I got, my waist is no longer sore, and my hands are no longer numb. When I work, I'm so passionate that I can kick away the cattle in the field, and I can open up more than ten miles of land in one breath..."
As he thought about it, Su Xing was hit by the joke, and he could not help but laugh at himself.
He said to himself.
"Well, I, Su Xing, am a good senior brother! I'm afraid I'm the only one who can do this in the East Continent."
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"I only hope that you won't let me down!"
"Chirp, chirp, Chirp!"
Su Xing was lamenting when he was interrupted by a chirp.
Along with the chirping of the birds, a palm-sized fiery-red bird circled down and landed on a pile of firewood at the side.
"Eh! Where did this bird come from? Why Is it here?"
Su Xing recognized that this was a common bird in the mysterious heavenly sword sect. It was not rare in itself, but it was the first time that a bird had the courage to fly to the wooden house.
"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP!"
As the old saying goes, when a magpie climbs on a branch, there will definitely be an important guest within three days.
Now that this bird had landed in the courtyard, there must be a reason behind it.
Hearing the urgent chirp of the bird, Su Xing suddenly stopped grinding the medicinal powder.
The bird seemed to be hinting at something. Seeing that he was walking over, it did not fly away. Instead, it retracted its fiery red wings and landed on Su Xing's shoulder.
"Ji Ji Ji!"
"Oh my God, what do you want to say to me?"
Looking at the bird's funny behavior, Su Xing could not help but smile.
Other than not being able to speak, the bird's movements and demeanor were like that of a seven or eight-year-old child. It was very understanding of human nature. It was likely that it had already become a spirit.
"Ji Ji Ji!"
When the hurried voice sounded again, Su Xing sensed that something was not right.
"Don't worry, I can't understand what you're saying."
"Okay, I got it!"
Su Xing remembered that there seemed to be a language-related cultivation technique among the rewards from the system, so he started to look for it in his backpack.
"Okay, the 'language of all things'has decided on you. Come out."
"..."the flying bird
The 'language of all things'was a strange language technique. By practicing this technique, one could learn the language of all things, and through the continuous in-depth study of cultivators, one could finally talk to all things.
"Talk to all living things? What an arrogant tone!"
Su Xing looked at the introduction and shook his head with a smile. This book was one of the strange techniques rewarded by the system. However, due to its useless function, it had been piling up in the corner of the system's backpack and eating dust. He did not expect to use it one day.
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To be honest, if he did not look at the fiery red bird as if it had something to tell him, he would not have thought that he had such a strange technique on him.
Opening the function in his backpack, Su Xing willed, and a huge amount of information gushed out of his mind.
It was as if he had suddenly gained a lot of knowledge.
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
The next moment.
"Immortal, Immortal, why can't You Hear What I'm saying? There's an immortal who fainted, hurry up and follow me to take a look... Sigh! I'm really worried to death, oh no, it's worried to death bird!"
The flying bird was still mumbling to itself, as if it was still troubled by the fact that Su Xing could not hear its words. Its originally crisp and lively voice had become slightly hoarse.
However, at that moment, its voice had actually turned into the gentle voice of a woman in Su Xing's ears.
"Cough cough! You said that someone fainted. Then, where is she now?"
When Su Xing heard the flying bird say that something had happened to someone, he subconsciously had a premonition that something had happened to the person on Sunset Peak.
"Immortal, please follow me!"
Hearing Su Xing's words, the fiery bird let out a joyful sound. It suddenly turned into a fireball and rushed toward the southeast.
The bird was not slow. Before long, Su Xing arrived at the edge of a towering cliff.
It was already afternoon.
The Sun was just right, and the sky was clear. The warm sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the treetops and entered the bottom of the big tree.
On the protruding rock at the edge of the cliff, a young girl in a plain green dress was lying quietly under the shadow of the ancient pine tree.
The young girl was surrounded by a group of flying birds with fiery red wings. They protected her tightly under the wings, forming a strange scene.
Looking Up, the young girl in the middle was like a fire lotus fairy. She was lying quietly on the fire lotus and sleeping.
There was a kind of beauty that did not stir up the mortal world.
When Su Xing came back to his senses, he suddenly did not know whether to laugh or cry. Because he saw the girl's face at a glance. It was undoubtedly the girl he had brought back, Xue Jian.
However, Xue Jian was not in a big deal at the moment. It was just that she had exhausted too much of her power, so she had fallen into a deep sleep.
"This girl is really something. She hasn't even completely transformed the power of her eye-bloodline technique and is already in a hurry to use it. Fortunately, nothing big has happened."
Su Xing scolded her with a smile. He bent down and picked Xuejian up. His movements were very gentle, and he couldn't hide the smile and doting look in his eyes when he looked at her.
Xuejian had fallen into a deep sleep. She unconsciously licked her lips and let out a few inaudible murmurs.
"Alright, you can sleep for a while if you're tired. You'll be fine with me around."
That gentle voice seemed to be full of magic. As soon as she finished speaking, Xuejian quieted down.
"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP!"
As if they knew that the snow was fine, the birds let out a long cry. They flapped their wings and circled in the air, as if they were expressing the joy in their hearts.
At this moment, an ethereal voice sounded.
"What are your names?"
Hula, the leader of the birds who had led Su Xing landed on a branch at the side.
"Immortal, we are called fiery birds and we are a flock of birds. I am their leader. Immortal, you can call me rock sparrow."
"Rock sparrow? It is clearly a fiery bird. Why do you say it is a stone bird? What a surprising name."
"Immortal, you have misunderstood. Rock Sparrow's rock is the rock of magma. It means to swim in magma."
"Mm, that's not bad!"
Su Xing coughed dryly.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he nodded slightly at the rock sparrow.
..
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