I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 27 Phaseless Peak

At least there will be no one following him to compete with him for favor. The two great disciples are both in the Void Refining Realm, and I'm afraid they already have hundreds of disciples.

Moreover, Fu Yao had also been serious about it for a while, and he had an epiphany and enlightenment all during the process of farming. Maybe this was the path that suited him, and he would take the profession of Ling Zhifu as his main career in the future.

In the future, when you go out to look for resources, you must have the ability to protect yourself. In addition to external forces such as magic weapons, your own strength plays an important role. Sword cultivation is the ceiling of combat power in the world of immortality.

Since it is difficult to cultivate normally, one can only rely on swordsmanship to increase combat effectiveness!

"I choose Jiurei Mahayana, I want to learn swordsmanship!"

Fu Yao remained confused and timid, showing a bit of sophistication.

If a person who has been working as a sect's handyman for five years is still simple-minded, kind-hearted and ignorant, people will be wary of him.

"Okay, okay! You are now my third disciple. If you like to learn swordsmanship, our sword cultivators are the most powerful in combat. With your understanding, learning swordsmanship is not easy."

Those big bosses who have not received apprentices are not upset. The worst thing is to find more opportunities to give them to her in the future. The five spirit root qualifications are not enough without a large amount of resources.

When Qi Yue saw that Fu Yao had chosen someone wisely, his heart dropped a little, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. This girl was the one who looked after others, so why did she become a soft persimmon?

Zhongtai was next to Qi Yue. He was curious about the emotional ups and downs of his friend, and found that he was looking at Xiao Douya Fu Yao. Wasn't it the little girl he asked himself to save last time?

It was the first time that my old friend was distracted by a child he had only met once, and he smiled playfully.

"It's okay, I'll leave first."

A gloomy man with a very low sense of presence was wearing a black cloak. If he hadn't suddenly made a sound, no one would have noticed him.

The one who spoke was You Ming, the sect's powerful combined man. He had always been a dragon who never saw the end. If Ying Diantang hadn't still lit his soul lamp, I would have thought that this person had already died.

When my cultivation level was still low, I participated in sect competitions and secret realms, and would come out from time to time to show off my presence. After my cultivation level became high, I would disappear for hundreds or even thousands of years. The younger generation would not know this person. An ancestor who never shows up in front of others.

You Ming did not wait for everyone's reaction, tore apart the space and walked away, leaving everyone looking at each other in shock.

Qi Yue, as the leader of the clan, came out to clean up the situation and sent away the busy bosses.

"Fu Yao, come to Lingcuifeng to play. I will ask my disciple to farm with you. You are not much different in age, so you will definitely get along well."

Jiurong sighed and said directly, "How can I have time to play with those unrealistic things of yours? Besides, your disciple is a demon king. Who dares to play with him and bully my disciple's thin skin?"

"Old man, who are you scolding? You didn't eat the spiritual rice and wheat that I grew? Since you said that, you won't have a share in my things from now on."

Bai Ting was almost furious. It was okay if she didn't receive anyone. Jiurong, a bad old man, stabbed her heart. She decided not to pay attention to this steely straight man in the future.

After Jiurong and others left, he muttered: I don't want to tell the truth anymore. It's true that the older you get, the more stingy you get, and you don't have the bearing of the ancestors of the sect.

Fu Yao watched it from beginning to end and complained in her heart. What kind of quarrel is this? An old monster who has lived for thousands of years. Is it really that the longer he lives, the more he goes back?
Huh~ Fu Yao shuddered when she thought of this possibility. She must not become like this in the future, being annoying and having no friends.

Jiurong ignored the other embarrassed bosses who hesitated to speak, grabbed his new disciple Fu Yao and left.

Everyone was left looking at each other.

Everyone saw that the master was gone, and they dispersed in twos and threes. Qi Yue found Zhongtai and told him to take care of the rest, then he patted his butt and ran away.

Fu Yao looked at the unfamiliar environment and sighed in her heart that she was worthy of her Mahayana cultivation, but in the blink of an eye, she reached her destination. This was like teleportation!

The bare peaks have stone monuments with sharp sword edges, and there are several bamboo houses in the distance.

It is indeed a place where Jianxiu lives, and it fully demonstrates what it means to be poor. But in such a place, how can she study farming? She must know that the opportunities she has encountered so far are all related to farming, and she cannot give up.

"This is Wuxiang Peak. You will live here from now on. You have gained some insights as a teacher. Now you have to go into seclusion. If you have anything to do, wait until your senior brother comes back."

Fu Yao is not a poor little thing who can be thrown away easily. After picking her up and taking her home, she immediately wants to drop her and run away. No way!

"Master, I'm only ten years old! I'm in the Qi training period."

Fu Yao hugged the other person's legs when he uttered the first word and howled out without paying attention to Jiurong's ugly face.

They are all going to be abandoned and left to fend for themselves, so who cares?

Jiurong stretched his legs and was tripped by something. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was Fu Yao, his unfilial disciple.

He had gained a lot of insights in Lingzhi Valley before, suppressing the huge waves of the ocean of consciousness all his life, and now the new disciple who had just started hugged his legs.

Jiurong is a sword cultivator, a genius-level sword cultivator. He is also from a family of cultivators. He has no idea what the situation of cultivators at the bottom is like.

"I know, what are you doing? How can a disciple of my Jianfeng do such a helpless act and not get up quickly?"

Fu Yao shook her head repeatedly and firmly refused. It was related to her own interests, how could she compromise!

"Master, I haven't been indoctrinated yet. This place is bare and there is nothing. The disciples may starve to death in two days."

Jiurong clicked his tongue impatiently, the little kid was troublesome, but this time he found the little kid himself, so he couldn't let her die.

After looking through the storage ring for a long time, there was a mess of stone ores, incomplete swords, robes, and a handful of spiritual stones. There was nothing suitable for the Qi refining period.

It was really troublesome, so he reluctantly took out ten top-quality spiritual stones and handed them to the eager Fu Yao.

Asking why there are no other levels of spiritual stones?

Jiurong said that he was a Mahayana monk after all, and he usually used fairy crystals. The small handful of spiritual stones were the spiritual stones found by the seller.

Fu Yao wiped the tears from her face, took it without politeness, stuffed it into her storage bag, and looked at him helplessly with pitiful eyes.

"Build a house by yourself. Your senior brothers all did it by themselves. As for how it looks like, it's up to you. Anyway, Wuxiang Peak is very big."

The corner of Fu Yao's mouth twitched. It was a big, bare peak. Even if a splendid palace was built on it, it would be ugly. But a clever woman can't make a meal without rice.

What does she build it with?
Just say it directly!

(End of this chapter)