MTL - Gou Cultivates Immortals In the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts-Chapter 10 Lingmi Harvesting (recommended)

  Chapter 10 Lingmi Harvesting (recommended)

  Early spring.

  The spirit farmers in the shantytowns all had happy expressions on their faces, and some even put on rare new clothes, as if they were going to some celebration.

  Fang Xi was walking among the bamboo forests, waving her right hand casually.

  The Qinghe sword flew out, cutting off a section of bamboo.

  He knocked on the bamboo tube, listened to the thick echo inside, and nodded with satisfaction: "The Lingmi is ripe."

  The next moment, Fang Xi directly lit a flame on the ground and roasted the bamboo tube.

  As time goes by, a fragrance mixed with rice and bamboo slowly spreads out.

   This is another way to eat Lingzhu rice, made into bamboo tube rice.

  For this period of time, he has been staying in the bamboo forest, just to take care of the Lingmi that has finally matured, and to prevent some thieves and even pests.

   For this reason, he didn’t even go to Great Liang.

   Today, I finally have a harvest!

Snapped!

  After a while, the bamboo tube exploded, revealing the Lingmi full inside.

  The grains of the newly-ripe Lingmi are plump and evenly divided, and they almost melt when they fall on the tongue, especially the refreshing fragrance.

   Coupled with the bacon brought by Fang Xi, it is a good meal.

  After eating, Fang Xi felt the spiritual energy overflowing in her body, and she didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly performed the Changchun Jue exercise.

   Not only that, after practicing the exercises, he put on a posture to hone his palms.

   "Tsk tsk...Xiao Fang, are you training your body?"

   I don't know how long it has passed. Fang Xi, who was a bit immersed in martial arts, heard a joking voice, and quickly looked up, and saw an iron leaf boat magic weapon slowly descending from midair, and a person descended from it.

  The other party was a male cultivator in his thirties, wearing a sky blue uniform, with a smile on his face, looking very rich.

  Fang Xi saw her, but hurriedly stopped practicing martial arts, got up and said with a smile on her face, "Good job, Situ."

   Seeing him looking at him, he quickly laughed again: "I just have nothing to do, just practice the martial arts of ordinary people, it's easy to laugh, easy to laugh..."

  The fat man in blue is named 'Situ Ying', he is a member of Situ's family, and he is in charge of a part of the Lingtian.

  For many Lingnong on the mountain, he is the earth emperor who has the power of life and death.

   "Well, this piece of spiritual bamboo is growing well, you must have done your best."

  Situ Ying walked among the bamboo forests, watching the growth of Lingmi, and nodded slightly.

   "Where there is, the main thing is that Qingzhu Mountain has outstanding people and a good aura, so Lingmi grows well."

  While complimenting, Fang Xi took out a small kit and sent it over.

  In the kit, there are only a few spirit crystals left.

  Situ Ying took it, and knew the exact number without opening it at all, and his expression became softer: "Good boy, let's get on the road...If that's the case, let's start harvesting."

  This scene reminded Fang Xi of his previous life, which was recorded in the books he read.

  In ancient times, when the landlords and tenant farmers harvested, it probably looked like this?

  Because both of them are immortal cultivators, the harvest is very fast.

   Crash!

   Pieces of bamboo fell down and turned into bamboo rice.

   At the end, Situ Ying took out a special big fighting weapon from the storage bag at his waist and began to weigh it.

   "Storage artifact?"

  Fang Xi stared at the dusty, seemingly inconspicuous little bag on Situ Ying's waist, and began to envy again.

  He doesn’t have this kind of storage magic weapon…

   "This year's harvest is good. The harvest of Lingmi is two stones and forty catties... The master's family gets half, which is one hundred and twenty catties!"

  Situ Ying fiddled with the abacus: "Now the price of Lingzhu rice has risen, if you sell your private share, you can give you four pieces of Lingshi..."

  Fang Xi thought about it, and reluctantly said: "I'll keep half of it..."

  According to the land lease contract, he could have half of the harvest, which is 120 catties of Lingmi.

  If this Lingmi is to be sold, it can only be sold to the Situ family.

  Situ's family also opened a rice shop in Fangshi, so they can severely lower the price, and the spirit crystals they give are not high.

   And Lingnong often has to practice, so most of them still have to stay.

  But Situ Ying opened her mouth to ask Fang Xi to sell her share, she was a bit greedy.

   "Half, it doesn't matter... I will leave you sixty catties."

  Situ Ying put the lingmi into the storage bag, threw down a small bag of lingjing, and drove away in the iron leaf boat.

  Fang Xi opened the bag and found that there were only 18 spirit crystals inside. She couldn't help cursing inwardly: "The geese have plucked the vampire, don't fall into my hands in the future..."

  …

  After the Lingzhu rice is harvested, it takes summer to continue sowing.

  The sowing here is also very strange, no rice seeds are needed, only the roots of the spiritual bamboo are needed to grow bamboo shoots.

  And when harvesting in spring and replanting in summer, there is a period of slack.

  Fang Xi strolled back to the shack, planning to renovate her house.

   Just when he opened the door of his house, he saw that there was already a newcomer in the old Maitou's house, and he couldn't help being startled.

   "This is Fellow Daoist Fang, right? This is the new Lingnong, named Chen Ping."

  Chen Ping looks to be in his twenties or thirties, and he is also in the early stage of Qi refining, so his appearance looks ordinary.

   At this time, he smiled flatteringly, and stuffed another low-grade 'dust removal talisman': "It's just a small gift, it's not a respect."

   "Thank you, I will walk more in the future."

Fang Xi responded with a smile, returned to her room, touched her chin: "In the past, Lingnong gave gifts, at most, some snacks and Lingmi... This new fellow Taoist seems to be quite wealthy... Could it be , is it a talisman maker?"

  But immediately, I was quite emotional.

  Old Maitou has been a spiritual farmer for decades, but once he died, not many people remembered him, and even the houses and fields were quickly transferred.

   This is the reality of the world of cultivating immortals!

  The lowest level of cultivators are ants, leeks... cut whatever you want, and they will grow back anyway.

   "Yesterday was Lao Maitou, tomorrow it may be me!"

  Fang Xi laughed at herself.

  Based on his character, there may be fewer people who will remember him by then.

   "Forget it... Just take advantage of this slack time to practice hard."

  Fang Xi practiced Changchun Jue's three-level qi refining method every day, but the progress was not fast.

   On the contrary, Bai Yun's martial art is quite advanced by leaps and bounds.

  …

  Great Liang.

  Baiyun martial arts gym.

   "Brother Fang!"

   "Hello, brother."

  Fang Xi, who was dressed in a white dress, walked into the martial arts hall, and the disciples from the outer courtyard showed flattering and admiring smiles.

  If at the beginning, they were only impressed by Mr. Fang's wealth, now they have a bit of admiration for the strong.

  There is no other reason, Fang Xi's progress speed is too fast!

  Not only is it very fast to get started, but you can complete the practice of Qi and blood transformation at home, and not long ago announced a breakthrough in the second transformation of Qi and blood!

   This made many people secretly jealous.

  ‘But… what’s the use of being jealous? '

  Fang Xi smiled slightly and entered the inner courtyard of Baiyun martial arts hall.

   "Big sister!"

   After saying hello to Mu Mimiao, she came to an earthen stove on her own.

  This earthen stove is built with blue bricks, and an iron pot is placed on it.

  When Fang Xi arrived, someone immediately lit the stove and poured sacks of medicinal materials into the iron pot.

  Looking carefully, among the medicinal materials, there are also poisonous insects such as wriggling centipedes and spiders, which make the scalp numb.

   "After my Baiyun Palm enters the second transformation of qi and blood with the calcining method, I will try to quench the poison in the palm!"

  Fang Xi looked at her palms.

  After two qi and blood transformations, the skin of my palms is as tough as cowhide, strong and powerful.

   This is the basis for practicing Poison Gong.

  After all, poisoning with palm force also damages one's own body.

  Even if Baiyun Martial Art has a special antidote, it will still be a terrible injury if it accumulates over time.

   Bear!

  The tongue of fire licked the bottom of the pot violently, making the soup in the iron pot thicker, turning black and smelly...

  Fang Xi's face remained unchanged, and after the water boiled, she directly inserted her palms into it.

   Crash!

  The boiling venom rippled between his palms, and he silently circulated his qi and blood to absorb the power of the toxin.

  ‘Sure enough, only a strong physique after the second transformation of qi and blood, and even qi and blood, can absorb a little bit of toxin...Too advanced practice, may be poisoning your own palms! '

  After half an hour of practice, Fang Xi withdrew her red hands and looked at her palms.

  I saw in the palm of my hand, whenever I circulated my blood, there would suddenly be a cloud of gray.

   "Is this the Poison Palm? The White Cloud Palm in the Dark Cloud Realm? No... it should be just the beginning..."

  Baiyun Palm has three levels, Baiyun, Wuyun, and Heiyun!

   Among them, Baiyun is the first and second changes of qi and blood, and the palms are as white as jade.

  Wu Yun has reached the stage of the three transformations of qi and blood. When he uses his energy, his palms will turn into black, and his poisonous energy will be slightly successful.

  Fang Xi is now in the middle stage of the second change and the third change.

  As for the final level of the black cloud, it is to really practice the real strength, and the poisonous palm is great!

   It is said that when Mu Canglong was really practicing martial arts, his palms were as black as ink, and even the wind in his palms was highly poisonous!

   "I have a lot of money, and I can buy all kinds of strange poisons and temper them into my hands, so the progress is very fast..."

  Fang Xi folded her palms and stood, silently thinking about her progress in martial arts.

  In addition, he can use his own spiritual knowledge to see inside, repair physical damage, and expel toxins, which is also a major advantage!

   With so many superimposed advantages, Fang Xi's progress in Baiyun's palm is naturally rapid, and even Wuji has been surpassed. Recently, although people are still very enthusiastic in front of them, the sight behind them is a bit interesting.

  ‘Among the entire martial arts gym, in terms of martial arts alone, the only ones above me are Mu Mimiao and Mu Canglong, right? '

   Fang Xi thought to herself.

  'Wu Ji is not good enough, Liu Taotao has a lack of character, in terms of honesty and calmness, in the future, maybe Tang Xuan will catch up from behind...you can make a little friends. '

   Just as he was thinking, the handsome Wu Ji came to the backyard with a kind smile on his face: "Junior Brother Fang..."

   "Senior Brother Wu, is there something wrong?" Fang Xi raised her eyebrows.

   "This...Senior brother has recently been practicing martial arts, and his pockets are shy. I don't know my brother..."

  When Wu Ji opened his mouth, he borrowed money.

  ‘This boat of friendship is about to capsize. ’ Fang Xi secretly rolled her eyes.

  (end of this chapter)