It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 156 Bringing the Spiritual Rice
  "Why didn't Uncle Zhuang reply?"

Walking out of the courtyard, Li Qinglin frowned as he looked at Zhuang Yanjing's empty reply in the transmission notes.

In the world of immortality, it is taboo to suddenly visit other people's caves.

Most of the time, you need to leave a voice message in advance to avoid interruption.

Otherwise, if you encounter a bad-tempered cultivator, you will just come out with your sword and beat the person coming.

Six months ago, Li Qinglin, after the red japonica rice and other spiritual plants mutated and produced high-quality fruits, he sent a message to Zhuang Yanjing, saying to send a few kilograms of spiritual rice over.

To repay Zhuang Yanjing for his kindness.

Unexpectedly, several messages were sent to nothing, and Zhuang Yanjing did not reply.

"Uncle Zhuang, could it be that he is in seclusion or has gone out?"

Li Qinglin was suspicious, but after thinking about it, he decided to go to Xianfang first and ask someone to bring a few kilograms of fine red japonica rice and sunflower seeds.

Walk to the spiritual field.

A fat ginseng doll with a red rope tied to its head, as soon as it noticed Li Qinglin's movement, it burrowed into the soil with a whoosh and fled towards the spiritual field.

The straw puppet patrolling the fields caught up with heavy steps.

One is running away in front and the other is chasing behind.

Li Qinglin sneered, and then saw the ginseng baby hitting the formation restriction with a thud, ripples flashing, and being bounced back.

"If you run away, I won't chase you, and I won't let you fly!"

The ginseng baby took root in the ground and when he saw Li Qinglin approaching, he immediately pretended to be dead.

"It's only been planted for one year, and it's as good as ten years of medicine. It's not bad."

After carefully examining the growth of this ginseng doll, Li Qinglin was very satisfied.

Due to the limited resources in Lingtian, Li Qinglin only planted three ginseng plants.

The other two plants were picked by Li Qinglin after they had grown to their limit and showed no tendency to mutate.

Only this obese ginseng doll with a tendency of horizontal mutation was left.

"Please bear with me, I need a knife to cut you off."

Li Qinglin used his magical power to capture the ginseng doll, and regardless of its crying and struggling, he cut off half of its body with a single blow.

The compelling spiritual energy spread out from the fracture, and even more spiritual liquid penetrated the ginseng surface. Li Qinglin felt a dizzy feeling after smelling it.

Li Qinglin immediately took the jade box and placed this piece of ginseng in it to prevent the loss of spirituality.

Shenwa was stunned for a moment, her face without facial features, and she squeezed out a few tears in a humane manner.

The roots trembled wildly and slapped on Li Qinglin's forearm.

Li Qinglin let go of it, and it ran away as soon as it hit the ground. It was so frightened that it never showed its head again.

Li Qinglin then looked at the charred mushrooms under the awning in a corner of the spiritual field.

I saw that as Li Qinglin gradually approached the rotten mushroom.

The charred mushrooms under the awning were faintly aware of timidity and anxiety. They were shivering and their faces were curled up tightly. They were afraid of strangers and wanted to hide.

And with Li Qinglin's departure, the charred mushroom began to flourish, lazily and freely, silently taking root in the spiritual tree, absorbing nutrients.

"Growing burnt mushrooms is indeed simple and easy to get started, but it seems that if you scare them every now and then and knock them once or twice, they will be more energetic and the medicinal effect will be enhanced by three points. Well, it can be written in a book..."

Li Qinglin thought silently.

As for the Myriophyllum algae, it is indeed a first-class high-quality underwater spiritual plant. Its growth cycle is extremely long. Up to now, it can only grow finger-sized algae strips from its roots, and its maturity is still far away.

However, recently, the coverage area of ​​the roots of Plantain three spikes has gradually expanded to the Cloud Shadow Pond, and I hope that it will be able to sort out its earth veins in the near future.

Before leaving, Li Qinglin performed another Spring Rain Technique, and strands of spiritual rain seeped into the slightly red soil, and were quickly absorbed by the ginseng dolls and rotten mushrooms.

"Be good to Shoutian. Last time something happened for a reason. All the spirit stones were spent on enlightening the spirit pool. Wait until next time. Next time I sell the spirit plants, I will upgrade your torso and optimize the formation pattern."

Li Qinglin took out a spiritual stone, stuffed it into the straw puppet's mouth, and said seriously, then got on the paper crane and headed towards Zuixian Tower.

After Li Qinglin walked away, the straw puppet slowly took heavy steps, a red light flashed in his dead white eyes, and a voice came from his abdomen,

"It's hard to guard the fields, and it's tiring to guard the fields. If you work hard for a year, the spirit stone will double if it doesn't live!"

……

Tanzhe Ridge.

In a certain cave.

The spiritual energy condensed into rain. Zhuang Yanjing recovered from his deep practice and spread his skills. The surging magic power in his dantian gradually subsided.

He opened his eyes, his eyes slightly weathered.

"It has been ten years since I broke through to the eighth level of Qi training, and I am only halfway there. I don't know if I can reach perfection before the deadline is approaching."

Zhuang Yanjing slowly stood up and dispersed the restrictions in the cave, ending his more than a year-long retreat.

As soon as he left the cave, there was a rapid buzzing sound from the message jade talisman in the storage bag.

Zhuang Yanjing took out the jade talisman and began to sort out the backlog of information.

"Well, Han Fei sent messages many times, saying he wanted to come and visit?"

Seeing this news, Zhuang Yanjing raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing Li Qinglin's intention.

"It seems that the pests are hard to get rid of, and the spiritual field is vacant. Finally, there is no other way, so you came to me."

Zhuang Yanjing didn't say much, but looked helpless and wanted to reply.

"Dad, have you finished your retreat?"

The sound of footsteps came, and a steady voice sounded in Zhuang Yanjing's ears.

Then he saw a young man in his twenties walking quickly through the courtyard gate and walking up to Zhuang Yanjing.

Zhuang Yanjing was nearly a hundred years old and had more than ten children in his lifetime. However, the only one with spiritual qualifications was the young man named Zhuang Wen in front of him. He left his other descendants in the mortal world and became rich men.

Zhuang Wen looked a little anxious, as if he had been waiting outside the cave for many days. At this moment, he quickly said,
  "Dad! Uncle Zhang was mining and refining weapons in the Yin Vein of Earth Fire a few days ago. He accidentally breathed in a breath of evil spirit of fire. He went crazy. After injuring many mining monks, he was captured on the spot by the Preceptor!
  After paying the spiritual stone as compensation, he was confined in the cave, saying that the evil spirit of fire was not eliminated, so he would not let anyone go! "

When Zhuang Yanjing heard this, his expression changed.
  "what?!"

Without saying a word, he surged with magic power, summoned a willow leaf-shaped flying shuttle, and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, hesitated, and then turned to Zhuang Wen and told him,
  "You go to the southeast of Qingxufang, where Han Fei rents the spiritual field. He seems to have something urgent. It should be about pests in the field. You should take a look first. If you really can't wait for me to come back."

"Yes!" Zhuang Wen replied immediately.

After Zhuang Yanjing left, Zhuang Wen didn't waste any time. He quickly sealed off the cave, activated the formation, and ordered several warriors to guard the cave. Then he turned into a fleeing light and headed towards Qingxu Ridge.

The scenery on both sides gradually changed from a rough scene of flaming magma to mountains and green courtyards. Even the spiritual energy floating in the air was gradually dominated by the three spiritual energy of water, wood and earth.

An hour later,

Zhuang Wen followed Zhuang Yanjing's instructions before leaving and stopped in a deep mountain shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

"There is actually a missing formation?"

Zhuang Wen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Li Qinglin, who was troubled by insects, had already arranged the formation before planting the spiritual plants.

It seems... is he as embarrassed as Zhuang Yanjing said?
  Zhuang Wen muttered in his heart.

"Junior Brother Han Fei, I am Zhuang Yanjing's son. Please disperse the formation."

The clear voice spread and echoed.

But the formation was filled with thick fog, lonely and quiet, and no one answered for a long time.

After waiting for a while, Zhuang Wen had no choice but to change his mind when he saw that Li Qinglin seemed to be gone.

"Young Master, someone came to the door just now, saying that Han Fei from Qingxuling brought new rice and sunflower seeds, and made a special trip to repay Master Zhuang."

As soon as Zhuang Wen returned to the cave, a golden-armored warrior came respectfully and handed over two bags.

New rice and sunflower seeds?
  Qingxuling Han Fei?
  When Zhuang Wen heard this, he was stunned for a moment and thought he was hallucinating.

Didn't you let yourself see the insect infestation in the fields?
  Why did you grow new rice and sunflower seeds?
  Could it be that they have the same name and surname?
  Zhuang Wen opened the bag with some suspicion, and a strong spiritual energy rushed to his face.

He took a closer look and saw that the grains of red japonica rice were distinct, like works of art. The surface was shining with ivory-like light, and the red flames inside were visible to the naked eye. It was the finest red japonica rice.

And those sunflower seeds were even more plump and regular. The fruits were ready to come out, and the shells were bulging. There was a clean and calming breath slowly coming. Zhuang Wen just smelled the fragrance and felt that his mind was clear and he was very peaceful and quiet.

It’s also a high-quality product?

With a look of disbelief on his face, he looked repeatedly at the red japonica rice and sunflower seeds in the bag, wishing he could stuff his head inside.

"Are you sure it's Han Fei?" Zhuang Wen asked Li Shi with a solemn expression.

When Lux saw Zhuang Wen's reaction, his scalp became sweaty. He recalled carefully and replied,
  "That man indeed said he was entrusted by Han Fei!"

When Zhuang Wen heard this, he was a little puzzled: "Is it really him? Didn't dad say that he was just learning spiritual plants and didn't even get rid of the pests in the fields? How could he grow high-quality spiritual plants so quickly?"

High-quality spiritual plants are not so easy to grow. You must be extremely familiar with the current cultivation of spiritual plants, and the right time and place are required to produce them on a small scale.

Don't look at the red japonica rice and silver vein sunflower, which are only first-order low-grade spiritual plants, but even some second-order spiritual planters may not necessarily cultivate high-quality beings.

After all, one is considered to be specialized in specialization, and the other is considered to be broadly involved.

And the spirituality and effectiveness of any high-quality product will far exceed the original spiritual plant.

In other words, Han Fei is quite talented like Ling Zhi!

As for these things, did Han Fei buy them at high prices in the market and use them as favors in his own name?

Zhuang Wen didn't doubt it.

After all, these things will be clear if you ask, and there is no need for Han Fei to lie about big things.

For the next half day, Zhuang Wen was in a daze and kept looking at the two bags on the table.

The rich fragrance came, and he finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Dad will be back soon. Tonight... let's eat high-quality spiritual rice!"

……

into the night.

Zhuang Yanjing returned to the cave with a tired look on his face, and Liuye Feizhou staggered back into his storage bag.

The house was brightly lit, and several warriors were doing chores.

A faint fragrance wafted over, and when Zhuang Yanjing heard it, his face suddenly darkened, as dark as water.

"Hmph! This scoundrel is not good at alchemy or cultivation. He just needs to pay close attention to this!"

Walking into the room, Zhuang Yanjing sat down and didn't say a word, just taking care of himself and getting his chopsticks.

Zhuang Wen wanted to say something, but when he saw Zhuang Yanjing's ugly and scary face, he immediately stared at the tip of his nose and buried himself in his food.

"How are you doing with what you were asked to do during the day? How is Han Fei doing these days?"

Zhuang Yanjing asked.

Zhuang Wen replied honestly,
  "When I went there during the day, Han Fei was not there. There was a formation covering him."

Formation?

Zhuang Yan nodded, thinking it was the legacy left by fellow Taoist Yang Jian.

"That's all, I'll send a message later and go to his field to see for myself tomorrow."

The fragrant and alluring fragrance came, turning Zhuang Yanjing's attention to Lingmi.

He couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.

He has been eating this red japonica rice for decades, but he has never smelled it so fragrant.

(End of this chapter)