Starting from the scattered cultivator family, daily intelligence

Chapter 67, My surname is Zhu
"Senior is...?"

Shui Lin'er and Zhao Meiyu heard the middle-aged man's laughing question and quickly turned around to look over, asking carefully and respectfully.

Although the two of them had previously discussed how to sell the Bitter Spirit Recovery Noodles, as cultivators, they were always alert to the situation around them.

But when did this man, who looked only middle-aged, appear? And when did he come to a place not far from the two of them?

Shui Lin'er and Zhao Meiyu, however, knew nothing about it. They focused their minds on the middle-aged man, but not only did they not detect any spiritual charm, they could not even sense the middle-aged man's breath.

It was as if this middle-aged man was not in front of them at all.

"My surname is Zhu, you can call me Mr. Zhu." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Xiao Lin'er, do you know this Senior Zhu Lao? Which family's spiritual field in Yuxu Spiritual Field is he in charge of?" Zhao Meiyu looked at Shui Lin'er with heroic eyes and asked silently when their eyes met.

"Senior Sister Meiyu, I don't know either, but Brother Yunsheng should know." Shui Lin'er's crescent-shaped eyes responded silently.

The two of them had just arrived at Yuxu Lingtian not long ago. In the past, they came to Yuxu Lingtian mostly to play with Mu Yunsheng, so naturally they didn't know many of the spiritual field managers of the various families in Yuxu Lingtian.

Not to mention the two of them, even Mu Yunsheng, who has been in Yuxu Lingtian for five years, cannot recognize all the managers of the spiritual fields in Yuxu Lingtian.

Unless he gave his surname, Mu Yunsheng could secretly guess whose spiritual field manager he was in the Yuxu Spiritual Field.

These low-level spiritual farmers who help with the work in the spiritual fields have a huge difference in status from the spiritual field managers of each family in the Yuxu spiritual field. They can only see the spiritual field managers of their own family.

It is difficult to see the spiritual field managers of other families.

"Junior Shui Lin'er, Zhao Meiyu greets Senior Zhu." Zhao Meiyu and Shui Lin'er exchanged silent glances and without wasting a moment, they respectfully saluted the middle-aged man.

Shui Lin'er then continued, "Replying to Senior Zhu, we two juniors were indeed discussing selling the bitter spirit healing noodles made by our elder brother."

"The bitter spirit recovery noodles made by my two brothers are like clouds and mist. The spiritual energy condensed by them is like mist. After eating them, they can help cultivators recover their true essence."

"It tastes delicious, without a trace of bitterness from the bitter spirit wheat. You can buy one portion for just six pounds of bitter spirit wheat."

After saying that, Shui Lin'er looked at the middle-aged man with anticipation in her crescent-shaped eyes. Zhao Meiyu, who was standing beside her, also had anticipation on her beautiful and heroic face.

But after listening to Zhao Meiyu's words, the middle-aged man did not say anything. He felt a little disappointed in his heart, but his expression did not change at all. After looking at Shui Lin'er and Zhao Meiyu for a while, he spoke.

"Are you wandering cultivators from Qianyuanzhou? A portion of Bitter Spirit Rejuvenating Noodles and six pounds of Bitter Spirit Wheat are worth less."

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and prepared to leave.

"In reply to Senior Zhu, we two juniors also know that the price is too low, but the seniors who work in the Yuxu Spiritual Field can only accept this price at most."

"Even so, we two juniors haven't been able to sell a single serving of six pounds of bitter spirit wheat and one serving of bitter spirit recovery noodles in the past two days." Shui Lin'er said with disappointment in her eyes when she saw the middle-aged man preparing to leave.

"Six pounds of bitter spirit wheat and one portion of bitter spirit recovery noodles, but no cultivator has bought them!" The middle-aged man stopped and said with a hint of surprise in his tone.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear a hint of anger, as if something that belongs to you has been looked down upon and thrown away casually.

"Hmm~ Actually, the quality of the bitter spirit recovery noodles made by our elder brother is getting better and better, with different changes every day."

"The bitter spirit recovery noodles we are making now have spiritual energy condensed like a sea of ​​fog. My junior and I, senior sister, can recover most of our true essence just by absorbing the spiritual energy condensed from the sea of ​​fog." Shui Lin'er didn't know why the middle-aged man stopped, but seeing this opportunity, she nodded and talked about the advantages of the bitter spirit recovery noodles made by Mu Yunsheng.

"Really? There are different changes every day." The middle-aged man looked at Shui Lin'er and Zhao Meiyu with a smile, showing some interest.

"In that case, I'll go and see what you think of these six catties of bitter spirit wheat and one catty of bitter spirit recovery noodles."

"Senior Zhu, please come this way!" Shui Lin'er and Zhao Meiyu were delighted when they heard the middle-aged man's words. They quickly led the middle-aged man towards the Kan 27 spiritual field.

After a while, the Qingyun Lingmi Lingtian Field No. 27 in Kan.

"Brother Yunsheng~Brother Yunsheng~" Zhao Meiyu walked into the courtyard of the wooden house and shouted.

"What's wrong, Meiyu?" Mu Yunsheng walked out of the Qingyun Lingmi Lingtian and asked Zhao Meiyu who had rushed into the courtyard first. After that, he looked at Shui Lin'er and the middle-aged man who were walking behind.

He couldn't sense the middle-aged man's cultivation level, but the aura he exuded was very ordinary, not like the manager of the Yuxu Spirit Field.

"Junior Mu Yunsheng greets senior. May I know who you are..." Mu Yunsheng asked after Shui Lin'er and the middle-aged man approached.

"Brother Yunsheng, this is..." Shui Lin'er said with a smile on her face, and was about to introduce the identity of the middle-aged man to Mu Yunsheng.

"Alright, I'm here to taste your six catties of bitter spirit wheat and one serving of bitter spirit recovery noodles. No need to say anything more, just go ahead and do it."

The middle-aged man spoke, interrupting Shui Lin'er and said to Mu Yunsheng. Although his tone was flat, it contained an irresistible power.

"Yes~" Mu Yunsheng bowed respectfully again and replied. His thoughts were turning in his mind, but his expression did not change as he spoke to Shui Lin and Zhao Meiyu.

"Xiao Lin'er, Meiyu, take good care of Senior. I'll go make some bitter spirit healing noodles for him."

"Yes~Brother Yunsheng." Shui Lin'er and Zhao Meiyu were confused. They didn't know why the middle-aged man didn't let them tell Mu Yunsheng his identity.

But he didn't say much and led the middle-aged man to the guest table in the courtyard.

Mu Yunsheng turned around and walked into the wooden house, took out the bitter spirit wheat for making the bitter spirit recovery noodles, and the sheep's foot recovery root, and then returned to the courtyard again and came to the stone mill for grinding the bitter spirit wheat.

"Hua~Hua~" The bitter wheat, each grain as big as topaz, poured onto the dark blue inlet of the millstone.

Mu Yunsheng looked at the bitter wheat on the millstone. He did not immediately inject his true energy into grinding it, but began to think in his mind.

He can now make two qualities of bitter spirit recovery noodles. One is the quality C bitter spirit recovery noodles he usually makes, which does not require any effort.

You can even chat with Zhao Meiyu, Shui Lin'er and others while making it.

The other type is the one that broke through today. Its spiritual charm and light are like the morning light, and its spiritual energy is condensed like a sea of ​​blue smoke. It continuously evolves the phantoms of bitter wheat and sheep's foot recovery root. This is the quality of bitter wheat.

However, making a bitter spirit recovery noodle of this quality requires a huge effort, and Mu Yunsheng is not even sure whether he can make it successfully this time.

"Could it be?" Mu Yunsheng whispered in his heart, and then his eyes became firm. "Even if it's not, I won't lose anything. At most, I'll just lose some mental energy."

"Even if the production fails, I can still gain some experience."

(End of this chapter)