You practice immortality, I farm 2

Chapter 44 The Untold Secret
"Second Grade Lingzhi?"

Hearing what the thin old man said, Lu Xuan couldn't help sitting up straight with a serious expression.

"Yes, the second-grade Qingmiaoling tea seedlings, the tea leaves picked after maturity have the effect of purifying the mind and wisdom. To a certain extent, they can resist the invasion and pollution of many types of evil spirits. They are very popular among middle-level and high-level monks who practice Qi."

"I have six seedlings in my hand, three of which have to be handed over to other spiritual planters in the hall, and the remaining three, if you want, I can give you a low price."

"Of course I would."

Lu Xuan quickly agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. He, for leaving this opportunity to me."

He got up and thanked the thin old man.

"You fought for this yourself. If it weren't for your ability to grow high-quality spiritual plants stably, I wouldn't have given them to you."

He Guanshi looked at Lu Xuan with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Is there a small problem to confirm before handing it over to you?"

"The concentration and area of ​​spiritual energy you have can keep up with the area? Qingmiao Lingcha is more domineering, no other spiritual plants are allowed around, and the demand for spiritual energy is relatively large."

"no problem."

Lu Xuan replied firmly.

There is still a small and a half space left in the spirit field in the yard, so it shouldn't be a big problem to plant three second-grade spirit plants. The spirit energy is much richer and purer than the original spirit field, and there is also a spirit spring to irrigate.

More importantly, I can grasp the state of Lingzhi at any time, and can fine-tune it according to its needs and satisfy it to my heart's content.

With the accumulation of various factors, it is not a problem to plant three second-grade spiritual plants.

"It's fine if you don't have one. You wait here for a while, and I'll come as soon as I go."

The inner courtyard of Baicaotang.

In a spacious and bright room, three spiritual planters were sitting on wooden chairs, moving around from time to time, showing that they were not in a peaceful mood.

"Why is Guan He so stubborn? The three Qingmiao Lingcha seedlings have been holding onto them all the time."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, calm down, there are not many people in Baicao Hall who are more suitable for growing Qingmiaoling tea than us."

"That is, I have been cooperating with Baicaotang for many years, and I have rich experience in cultivating spiritual plants. If you don't hand it over to us, who else can you give it to? Then He Guanshi is just waiting for the price, and he wants to get some benefits."

The three comforted each other, took a sip of the cooled spirit tea in the teacup, and forcibly calmed down.

Not long after, Manager He entered the house.

"Old He!"*3
The three stood up at the same time and greeted warmly.

"The three fellow daoists are still going back. I told you a long time ago that there is already a suitable candidate for Qingmiao Lingcha. Why do you bother me?"

The three of them froze when they heard this.

After a long time, a dark-skinned middle-aged monk asked Steward He.

"I don't know which spiritual planter He intends to hand over the Qingmiao spiritual tea to? Could it be the old Shen from the West District? Although he is experienced, he is old and weak. I am afraid it will be difficult to successfully plant the spiritual tea."

"No, it's a young man, less than twenty years old, in the prime of life."

"puff!"

A monk next to him couldn't help but spit out the unswallowed herbal tea.

"Old He, are you out of your mind? Give such an important second-grade Lingzhi to a boy who is less than twenty years old?"

"Wouldn't it be that there is no return, and the loss of three second-grade spiritual plant seedlings is in vain?"

The thin old man sneered when he heard this.

"You three have cooperated with Baicaotang for a long time, can you tell me how many years you have been planting the elixir?"

"20."

"I want two years less, 18 years."

"It's been a mere 25 years."

The last monk said with a smile on his face.

"Then how many high-quality mature spirit grasses can be obtained when planting the most demanded spirit grass in Baicaotang?"

"I roughly calculated before that about [-]% of the planted spirit fireflies are of normal quality, about [-]% are of good quality, and the remaining [-]% ​​are of high quality."

The results of the other two were almost the same as his.

"What about the perfect quality?"

Manager He asked leisurely.

"How can it be so simple to have a perfect quality? The requirements for spiritual planters and Lingtian spiritual energy are too high, and it is completely unattainable for casual spiritual planters."

"is it?"

The thin old man curled his lips.

"But that young man has been in contact with planting spirit plants for less than three years. Among the spirit firefly grasses he brought over recently, there are less than forty spirit firefly grasses. The lowest ones are of good quality, and there are even eight perfect quality plants."

"how is this possible?!"

The dark middle-aged monk blurted out in a shocked tone.

"How is it impossible? I personally inspected all the fireflies. You mean that I have a problem with my eyesight?"

He Guanshi frowned slightly, his words were sharp.

The dark middle-aged monk murmured his lips a few times, but in the end he did not refute.

What Guanshi He said was too incredible for him. He himself is a spiritual planter who has been planting for more than [-] years, and he knows how rare it is to grow perfect quality spiritual plants.

And that young man, among the more than 30 spirit fireflies in the area, eight of them were of perfect quality, which made him unable to accept it for a while.

But He Guanshi was so convincing and confident that he had to believe it.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the confusion and helplessness between each other.

"I don't know if Manager He can introduce the young Lingzhi teacher to us."

One of them lowered his head and asked.

"He is in the Baicao Hall now, if you have any doubts, you can go and see for yourself."

Seeing the attitude of the three people, He Guanshi knew that most of them believed them, so he had the idea of ​​introducing Lu Xuan to the three people to get to know each other, so that he could make more friends with fellow spiritual planters.

Hearing this, the three of them hurried to the hall, and immediately noticed the handsome young man at the edge of the wooden cabinet.

"May I ask you, are you fellow Taoist Lu Xuan?"

The dark middle-aged monk came to the side of the boy, bowed and asked.

"Yes, it's under."

Lu Xuan replied.

"Sure enough, it is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and it is reasonable to be able to grow a perfect quality Lingyingcao."

The middle-aged monk scanned the wooden cabinet and saw more than 20 excellent-looking Lingyingcao at a glance, and the last hesitation in his heart disappeared.

"It's just a fluke, I have to ask fellow Taoists how to grow spiritual plants."

Everyone carried the sedan chair, Lu Xuan replied politely.

The three of them looked at each other, a wry smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, don't make fun of us. You are a spiritual planter who has cultivated perfect qualities. There is nothing else you need to ask us."

One of them hesitated and asked in a low voice.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, may I ask, how did you grow the perfect-quality spirit firefly grass?"

"How to grow the perfect quality Lingyingcao?"

Lu Xuan's face showed distress, and he gently rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand, which finally turned into a sigh.

"This is a secret that is not passed on, it is really inconvenient to tell others."

(End of this chapter)