Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 37 Spirit Rice
Li Tongya only felt his heart skip a beat, and he was a little dizzy before his eyes. He quickly turned his head and looked down at the swaying light blue Lingdao in the field, and said softly:

"You...you'd better wait until you have cultivated Xuanjinglun before talking about other things."

Liu Rouxuan giggled, leaned close to Li Tongya's face, gently stretched her beautiful eyebrows, and whispered in his ear:

"Then, brother Tongya, don't run away with others..."

Li Tongya blushed immediately, got up a little ashamed and indignant, and said:

"You can practice hard!"

After saying that, he ran out of the yard and went to the distance.

Li Tongya walked along the stone road for a while, washed his face with river water, and then calmed down slowly, he couldn't help smiling wryly:

"I'm afraid it will fall into this guy's hands."

"Second brother really has friendship with that Liu Rouxuan! Father is really a master!"

But I saw Li Xiangping sitting on the bank with a smile, smiling at Li Tongya:

"My father arranged for you to take Liu Rouxuan with you. My second brother only saw the external strategy of relocating the country to prevent you from becoming powerful, but the authorities were so confused that they couldn't see the internal strategy of targeting you, Li Tongya."

"Third Brother, stop laughing at me!"

Li Tongya smiled wryly, shook his head helplessly, and replied:

"The more I look at my father, the more I feel that there is always something to learn from the old man."

"That is!"

Li Xiangping nodded, and said seriously:

"The three Snake Yuan Pills left by Xiao Yuansi, I want to use them to break through when you and I advance to Yujinglun."

"Misty in the Mist has caused my father and Ye Sheng to bleed, and I will quietly take the dharma book to the small courtyard in the mountain. As for the Xuanshui Sword Art... I am afraid that I don't have this talent. Second brother, let's look at it more." .”

Li Tongya scooped up a handful of river water, washed his hands, and replied:
"Chijing has been to Xianzong for nearly three years, and the first batch of spiritual rice planted will also mature. You and I will not be idle in the days to come."

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The snow in Lijing Village this year is thicker than in previous years. The spiritual rice in the field has matured, and the light blue rice ears are wrapped with grains of white jade-like spiritual rice. They stand upright in the field, and the heavy snow cannot bend it. branches and leaves.

This spiritual rice is no different from ordinary rice. The leaves are as sharp as knives, and the branches and leaves must be cut with an axe. Li Tongya and the others attached golden light to the sickle, and only then did they finish harvesting these spiritual fields.

Looking at the piles of spiritual rice piled up in small bales, Li Qiuyang clapped his hands on the snow and said with a smile:

"Brother Xiang Ping, this Lingdao looks delightful."

Li Qiuyang cultivated the Xuanjing wheel last month, so he made the Xuanjing spiritual oath in the family ancestral hall, and learned a few spells. The child is now ten years old, and his eyebrows and eyes are quite handsome after he opened his eyes. He looks like an adult appearance.

He originally accumulated 81 strands of spiritual power a year ago, but unfortunately he failed to condense the Xuanjing wheel, so he had to adjust his breath and breathe out for a year to restore his spiritual power, but Liu Rouxuan almost caught up with him.

"good."

Li Xiangping was also full of smiles, he was full of magic power and he had already cultivated Zhou Xinglun.

Tian Yun was pregnant with twins, and gave birth to a pair of children for the Li family. He was so happy from ear to ear. The old man looked at the children again and again. According to the family lineage, the boy was named Li Xuanfeng, and the girl was named Li Jingtian.

"The white yuan fruit is not yet ripe, and the spiritual rice has been harvested, so let's take it back first."

The villagers behind him had already cut off the leaves of the spiritual rice with a reamer one by one, and tied them with thick ropes, so they dared to reach out to carry them two by two. The leaves of the spiritual rice were as sharp as knives, and everyone ate a lot suffering.

At the foot of Lijing Mountain, the thin mist gradually filled up, and Li Yesheng said in a low voice to the people behind him:
"Follow closely! If you fall into this formation, be careful of your lives!"

The villagers quickly responded, they stepped on the stone slabs to the top of the mountain, and put some bundles of spiritual rice in the yard, Li Xiangping waved and said:
"Take them down."

To remove the ling rice from the stalk, you have to use your strength to pick it, and then use a special formula to peel and remove the chaff, so as to ensure that the aura of the ling rice will not be lost.

What mortals can do in the process of harvesting spiritual rice is to cut and carry it with a sickle attached to the golden light technique. The really important link still needs to be handled by the immortal cultivator.

"Third Uncle! Clan Brother!"

Li Xuanxuan walked out of the courtyard, bowed his hands towards Li Qiuyang and Li Xiangping, he is now more than seven years old, his body bones are gradually growing, his face is quite similar to the passed away Li Changhu.

"Xuanxuan, come here."

Seeing Li Xuanxuan walking towards Li Qiuyang, Li Xiangping's expression changed, and he hurriedly greeted him. After Li Xuanxuan sat down beside him, he smiled and said:

"This child discovered his spiritual aperture a few years ago, and he has cultivated so fast that he may be able to refine it into a Xuanjing wheel in a few months."

Li Xuanxuan on the side was stunned when he heard it, doubts abounded in his heart, and he thought to himself:
"The family clearly didn't measure my bones, and didn't pass down the formula, what the third uncle said..."

But with a smile on his face, he nodded towards Li Qiuyang who looked envious.

"Xuan'er is really amazing!"

Li Qiuyang couldn't help but praised, thinking that it took him only two years to gather Xuanjinglun, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

The two chatted for a while, and when Li Tongya went up the mountain, Li Xuanxuan withdrew, and they spent a few hours picking off the husks of the spiritual rice, and Li Mutian divided them into bags, and gently Mention, opened the mouth and said:

"120 catties of spiritual rice, [-] catties of spiritual rice bran."

"After two years, we can still harvest a crop. This offering should be enough."

Li Xiangping sent Li Qiuyang away, put two bags of spiritual rice and chaff on the table, and saw that each and every spiritual rice was as clean and beautiful as white jade. Looking at Li Tongya, he said softly:
"Xuanxuan's body is set at the age of seven, and it's time to practice."

Li Tongya froze for a moment, nodded thoughtfully, and followed Li Xiangping towards the house.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, the old man was lethargic in winter, Li Mutian had already gone to bed early, leaving only Li Xuanxuan leaning on the stove to warm himself in the living room.

Li Xuanxuan looked at the snowflakes falling in the mountains in the room, and looked at the silver-clad Lijing Mountain in a daze. Seeing the two people, he quickly got up and asked:

"Third Uncle, why do brothers from the same clan say that I have almost mastered Xuanjinglun, if I don't have that spiritual aperture on my body, wouldn't it be embarrassing and conspicuous..."

Li Xiangping carefully closed the doors and windows, made a silent gesture to Li Xuanxuan, and said in a deep voice:
"Come with me."

Li Xuanxuan immediately shut up, followed behind Li Xiangping obediently, and walked to a green brick house in the deepest part of the courtyard.

Li Xiangping took out the key, removed the lock on the door, gently pushed the door open, and whispered to Li Xuanxuan:

"Come in."

Seeing Li Xiangping's dignified expression, Li Xuanxuan was also uneasy. Seeing that the room was very spacious, there was only a bluestone platform in the middle, and a blue-gray mirror was placed on the platform.

Incense was burned in the room, and it smelled peaceful and refreshing. Li Xuanxuan looked down at Li Xiangping, and seeing him staring at the mirror quietly, he did not dare to speak.

(End of this chapter)