Lingxiao Immortal Clan.

Chapter 33 Measuring Spiritual Roots (please collect and recommend)

He only withdrew his gaze after watching Ling Ruguo ride the fairy crane away from Qingshi Mountain and land in the courtyard of a house in the central area of ​​Qingshi Village.

Ling Pengyun looked at the three small bags containing spiritual plant seeds in his hands and said with longing.

"Now that we have the seeds for the second year, and the spiritual field is free, we directly plant the seeds given by the family in the soil, so that they can absorb more spiritual energy and nourish themselves during the planting period, so that when the harvest is done at the end of next year, It’s a little bit more rewarding.”

"Including the 190 eight spiritual stones I got this time, I now have [-] spiritual stones in my storage bag. After this busy farming period, I should go to the Yunwu Market to buy a flying magic weapon. It’s a weapon!”

This year, the 180 seven kilograms of topaz spiritual rice obtained through Ling Zhifu's method was enough to sell 38 spiritual stones.

This was far beyond his expected harvest, but this was only a share of the topaz spiritual rice that had been planted in the spiritual field for only eleven months. If the topaz spiritual rice was allowed to stay in the spiritual soil for twelve months, it would not be guaranteed. Next year, these two acres of yellow jade rice will produce thousands of kilograms of rice per acre.

At that time, he can get two hundred kilograms of yellow jade rice.

"It's getting dark now. If we delay for a little longer, I'm afraid night will come."

Winter nights are often the coldest.

Although the monks attributed their great power to themselves, Ling Pengyun was just a Qi-training monk, and his body had not yet undergone qualitative changes, and he would still feel cold due to the cold weather.

Of course, he can also mobilize spiritual power to circulate in the meridians to achieve the effect of heating. Now he is doing this, otherwise he will not be able to bear this winter.

Not to mention the "Ling Ruguo" who is riding a fairy crane high in the sky and facing the cold wind.

Ling Pengyun took the spiritual hoe that had previously loosened the soil but not put it back into the storage bag, and plowed small pits in the six acres of spiritual fields. At the same time, he buried the spiritual plant seeds in the pits.

Plowing the soil pit is not difficult, but it is extremely time-consuming.

When Ling Pengyun was plowing the small soil pit, he also injected spiritual power into the spiritual hoe and turned on the "shock" of the spiritual hoe to prevent the sharp blade of the spiritual hoe from damaging the spiritual soil in the spiritual field.

It was precisely because of this that several hours were spent plowing the land.

It didn't end until Xu Shi.

While planting the seeds, night fell, and Ling Pengyun stopped for a while to absorb the power of the moonlight.

Later, Ling Pengyun applied spiritual rain three times to nourish the three types of spiritual plant seeds that had just entered the spiritual soil in the six acres of spiritual fields, thereby stimulating them to speed up their germination.

After the spiritual rain was finished, it was already midnight.

First harvesting spiritual plants, and then planting seeds, Ling Pengyun was already a little tired, so he stopped staying any longer and returned to the cave halfway up the mountain.

As soon as Ling Pengyun entered the cave, he sat cross-legged on the futon placed on the ground, running his exercises, refining the remaining power of Huangya Dan in his body, and improving his cultivation.

In this cave, besides Ling Pengyun, there is also the yellow-haired sparrow, but it is sleeping in a bird's nest at this time.

As early as the beginning of winter, this yellow-haired sparrow fell into hibernation and fell into a deep sleep due to physical reasons.

Fortunately, not only this yellow-haired sparrow is like this, but also the insects in the outside world. They have not eaten the spiritual plants planted on the top of the mountain since winter, and they have obviously fallen into a deep sleep in their nests.

the next morning.

Ling Ruguo, who had been chatting with his grandson all night, arrived at Qingshi Mountain as promised. After informing Ling Pengyun, he rode the fairy crane and flew towards the next stop.

In the center of Qingshi Village, in the courtyard of a house.

Ling Dong looked at the figure of the old man riding the crane and leaving in the sky, his expression filled with longing.

He was not just a young bird, but he also saw that his grandfather Ling Guo had died not long ago.

"Grandfather..."

"It's true that I'm not the youngest, it's time to find a wife!" Ling Dong said to himself. "Linggen, Clan Mountain!"

Ling Dong looked yearning, but his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

When he and Ling Ruguo talked all night long, what Ling Ruguo said the most was to let him marry a wife, give birth to a child with spiritual roots as soon as possible, and let his lineage return to the clan.

Another three days passed.

The injuries suffered by Ling Pengyun's natal thorn vine due to the incident with Mo Yun's poisonous snake also fully recovered under Ling Pengyun's daily spiritual power.

From today on, he can also nourish himself with spiritual power again, and the thorn vines attached to his chest can further improve his cultivation.

……

Time flies, January [-] next year.

This day is the first day of the year, and it is also the time for the ordinary people of the Ling family to test their spiritual roots.

Every day on this day, the Ling monks who are stationed on the spiritual veins everywhere will go down to the villages established based on the spiritual veins to test the spiritual roots of the eight to ten-year-old children in these villages.

Outside the Qingshishan Ancestral Hall, many people gathered early.

Most of them were theatergoers, but there were also many parents who brought their children to test their spiritual roots.

Everyone was chattering and discussing who was most likely to detect spiritual roots this time.

"Boom!" The sound of a bronze bell came from the ancestral hall.

As soon as the copper bell rang, no one said anything, and the surrounding area returned to silence.

And those children of the right age, under the guidance of their parents, lined up in a long line outside the ancestral hall.

The village chief Ling Dong, who had been standing by the door of the ancestral hall, saw that all the children in the village who were testing their spiritual roots had arrived. He opened the door of the ancestral hall and spoke to the crowd.

"The time has come. The children who have their spiritual roots tested this year will enter the ancestral hall one by one!"

The child who was the first in the long line curiously followed the gate and walked into the ancestral hall.

Seeing a small table placed in the ancestral hall, sitting in front of the small table was a young man with extraordinary temperament. The child asked innocently.

"Are you the immortal who protects our Qingshi Village?"

This young man is naturally Ling Pengyun who has been stationed at Qingshi Mountain all year round.

Ling Pengyun looked at the innocent look of the child in front of him, who was wrapped tightly due to the extremely cold temperature in the cold winter, and replied with a smile. "Yes, put one hand on this little table!"

The child's face lit up when he heard the answer, according to his father.

The guardian immortal of the village in front of him was young, but his strength was indeed extremely powerful. He once killed a giant python that was three feet long and as thick as a millstone.

He honestly put his immature right hand on the small table. During this period, he kept looking at Ling Pengyun to see if there was anything special about him.

Ling Pengyun didn't pay attention to the child's gaze. He put his hand on the child's right arm and cast a small spell "Bone Touching and Age Testing".

After ascertaining that the child was indeed between eight and ten years old, Ling Pengyun picked up the pure black, fist-sized soul-testing stone on the small table, poured spiritual power into it, and then placed it on the child's right hand.

If this child has spiritual roots in his body, then this spiritual stone will shine brightly.

As for who this child is, He Linggen cannot be detected by this small spirit-detecting stone.

(End of this chapter)