After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

Chapter 4 Listening to the Sound of Plants
Zhang Ruoruan returned to the room.

First, he looked around curiously.

Desk, bed, wardrobe, a very classic three-piece set.

Then there are the posters on the walls, including real stars and anime characters.

Zhang Ruoruan liked them very much at that time, but now Zhang Ruoruan doesn't feel anything after watching them.

Especially those live-action posters. Zhang Ruoruan looked at them for a while and finally remembered the names. She quickly tore them off, crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the trash can.

The reason is numb.

Naturally, after a few years, these stars' houses will collapse, their outlook will be completely destroyed, and they will directly become vast ruins.

Therefore, Zhang Ruanruan quickly drew a clear line before destroying the house and pretended that she had no fans.

Unfamiliar, really unfamiliar.

Cover the trash can and sit down softly on the chair.

Perhaps it was muscle memory. As soon as she sat down, she subconsciously pulled out a required book from the bookshelf and opened it.

But Zhang Ruoruan reacted quickly.

wrong!

She is already a member of the society, so why should she take the first compulsory course?
Close the book and throw it back on the shelf to gather dust.

Pat your chest, the college entrance examination is so scary!
Even a poor student like her has formed muscle memory. I can't imagine how long it will take those top students who work from morning to night to get out of it.Maybe when I went out to play, I was still thinking about the papers I hadn’t written.

Zhang Ruoruan decided to play with his mobile phone to calm down his shock.

As soon as I opened Douyin, I saw dozens of unread messages.

Click on it and take a look, all of them are Feng Nuannian @himself in various funny, murderous, delicious, and domestic violence videos.

Zhang Ruanruan ignored it and sent a private message to Feng Nuannian.

"Is there anything to do tomorrow?"

Feng Nuannian had already read the seconds and replied: "What? You just missed me when we separated? You are such a annoying little goblin."

Zhang Ruanruan, who has become accustomed to Feng Nuannian's style, got straight to the point: "I need a strong man to help me clean."

18-year-old heartless widow: "What time is it? (The corners of his mouth are raised slightly, his eyes are deep, and he grabs your chin)"

"About 10 o'clock." Zhang Ruoruan originally wanted to say eight o'clock, but she was afraid that the two of them wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow, so it would be better to go later.

18-year-old heartless widow: "No problem."

Zhang Ruoruan has not been able to read back.

She browsed Douyin for a while, recalled the hot topics of 2018, and then put down her phone.

Then lock the door.

She is about to start practicing.

She was in the staff dormitory last night and there were so many people that she could only endure it for one night.

Now that I have finally returned to an environment of solitude, I have to hurry up and practice.

As an empress who used to be omnipotent, Zhang Ruoruan dislikes the current situation.

So weak that an ordinary car accident could send her away.

And this is one of the reasons why Zhang Ruoruan wants to farm in his hometown.

Stay away from crowds and all potential dangers.Let’s just endure it honestly and recover a little bit of our cultivation.

Zhang Ruoruan returned to the bed, sat down cross-legged, and placed his palms on his knees.

With five hearts in the sky.

That is, two palms, two feet, and one head.

Zhang Ruanruan closed his eyes and began to sense Blue Star's spiritual energy of heaven and earth for the first time.

The room was quiet, only quiet.

Zhang Ruanruan's mind was clear.

This is the most difficult step, to find something that your five senses have never observed.

So, 10 minutes passed.

Two 10 minutes passed.

Zhang Ruoruan was a little nervous.

She wasn't doubting herself, but was worried that Lan Xing didn't have spiritual energy.

Make bricks without straw!Even though Zhang Ruoruan has a lot of experience in cultivation, if Blue Star doesn't have spiritual energy, everything will be in vain.

"Probably not..."

Zhang Ruoruan continued to meditate.

Another half hour passed like this, and Zhang Ruanruan's legs began to feel numb.

But the next moment.

Zhang Ruoruan opened his eyes fiercely.

At this moment, she could see a speck of light in her field of vision, flying around the room like a firefly.

This is the aura.

Zhang Ruoruan was relieved.

Blue Star has aura!
I don't know what the density is, but it will be fine.

As long as you have it, you can practice it.

The density of spiritual energy only determines the speed of cultivation progress.

But whether there is or not determines whether Zhang Ruanruan will be an ordinary person or an immortal in Blue Star in this life.

"call!"

Zhang Ruoruan took a deep breath and sucked the speck of spiritual energy into his body.

After that, things are simple.

With the first grain, there is the second grain.

Zhang Ruanruan was like picking up garbage, inhaling the spiritual energy into his body one after another, and then refining it.

In this way, the night passed.

Four in the morning.

Zhang Ruoruan opened his eyes and exited the cultivation state.

"The spiritual energy has finally formed a trickle."

This is Zhang Ruanruan's current state.

The spiritual energy in the body gathers into a finger-long trickle, flowing tirelessly through the meridians.

Although it is still some distance from the first level of Qi refining, the circulating spiritual energy can already nourish Zhang Ruoruan's body to a certain extent.

One of the most important manifestations is the awakening of Zhang Ruanruan's talent.

That was her biggest support in the world of immortality in her previous life.

It’s called… Listen to the Sounds of Plants.

This talent allows Zhang Ruoruan to hear the voices of plants and talk to them.

It seems very ordinary, but it is the foundation of Zhang Ruanruan's identity.

Zhang Ruoruan got off the bed, put on his slippers and went to the balcony of the living room.

On the balcony, some green radish, lucky bamboo and other plants are planted.

Zhang Ruoruan squatted down and looked at Fuguizhu, and immediately heard Fuguizhu's voice.

"I want to drink urine, I want to drink urine."

Zhang Ruoruan knew that this was not a strange hobby, but that Lucky Bamboo needed the nutrients in urine.

To put it bluntly, this plate of lucky bamboo needs fertilizing!

You see, the leaves are all yellow.

"I'll fertilize you tomorrow, be good."

After confirming that there was no problem with the talent, Zhang Ruoruan left with satisfaction.

This is the beauty of listening to the sounds of plants.

In the previous life, Zhang Ruoruan relied on this ability to understand the needs of spiritual plants and grow a bumper harvest of spiritual fruits every year.

After handing over half of the quota to the sect, he ate the rest himself.

In this way, a genius was created who made rapid progress in practice.

Zhang Ruoruan returned to the room, covered herself with a quilt and went to sleep.

Good night, Makabaka.

(End of this chapter)