I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

The disciples of Lingyun Sect have to go down the mountain to practice during the foundation building period. The time is uncertain. Now many people are paying close attention to themselves. As long as you disappear from their sight quickly enough, those who are staring at you will naturally relax a lot after a while.

Fu Yao chose Xizhou. Xizhou in Xuanling Realm is a very deserted place with few cultivation resources. Generally, few monks take the initiative to go there.

Therefore, few people can guess where Fu Yao's destination is.

Besides, it was a swamp, where crayfish, shells, and aquatic plants grew. Fu Yao, who was penniless, chose the least dangerous place.

After leaving the sect, Fu Yao went into a clothing store and changed into men's clothes, assisted with makeup skills, and soon walked away from the following eyes as a man.

I bought maps, fishing tools, and equipment for storing aquatic products in the market, and spent all the low-grade spiritual stones I had left.

The shot was a low-grade spiritual stone, which was befitting a rookie who had just entered the foundation building stage. Those who thought the smell was familiar before only paid a little attention and looked away.

It was simply a teleportation array from a city near Fangshi Xizhou, a medium-grade spiritual stone, and ten people activated the array.

Fortunately, Fu Yao sold the spiritual rice to Mr. Qu and still had twenty or thirty mid-grade spiritual stones with him. Apart from the things in the storage bag that could not be converted into cash, he only had this few assets left in his body.

After three days, Fu Yao flew with his sword and finally found the swamp. It was indeed an unpopular place and not a single monk was seen for half a day.

The humid air is filled with the faint smell of earth, and there are reeds as far as the eye can see. Once you get stuck in the mud, there is no chance of rescue.

A group of duck-like creatures leaped by, with gray feathers, like shelducks or gray ducks. They also made a quack sound, but the ducks didn't run away.

It's a pity that there is no river in Wuxiang Peak, so ducks cannot be raised. Otherwise, she can easily make delicious dishes such as old duck soup, roast duck, and roast duck with her current cooking skills. She must reach at least a third-level monster now, otherwise she will have to deal with Yao Lai. It's a burden to say.

Fu Yao simply made a pair of ski boards and tied his shoes on it so that even if he stepped in a mud pit, he would not sink immediately.

The aura here is roughly the same as that of Lingzhi Valley. Not many monks visit here, so it is said that there are high-level aquatic monsters deep in the swamp, while the outside is very barren!
Fu Yao flew above the ducks with his sword, spread the fishing net, and threw it down from mid-air.

Gray ducks as big as geese swam leisurely in the water, not noticing the danger at all. Some even crossed their necks and played in the water, which was very pleasant!

The fishing nets made of silk shimmered and covered them without any movement. For a while, the ducks quacked and fluttered in a panic.

Life has always been leisurely, because there is no upper food chain, so the group is very large and vigilance is very low.

After a rough count, there were about thirty ducks, all of which were wild ducks that had not reached the level of monster beasts. These would need to be specially cultivated by opening a river in Wuxiang Peak and fed with spiritual vegetables. I believe it would be very long. You can have roast duck that is oily but not greasy in no time!

"Gah, gah!"

The duck's shrill cry, its wings flapping randomly, even if it is bleeding from the fishing net, it still wants to fly out.

Fu Yao moved very quickly. She was also afraid of the screams of the ducks, so she called the leader of the tribe. Then a fight would be inevitable.

Dozens of ducks were all put into the spirit beast bag, and some spirit vegetables were stuffed in, just for fear that they would starve to death or torture themselves to death during this period. Fu Yao planned to use one of the two confiscated spirit animal bags to hold ducks, cranes, geese and other living creatures, and the other to hold frogs, toads, fish, shrimp and other aquatic creatures.

Fu Yao stood by the water, arranging the fishing nets and carefully observing the environment here.

Although it is a swamp, the water quality here is very clear, and you can clearly see the texture of the stones on the river bottom, so you also found fist-sized screws, which the ducks just ate.

Fu Yao was overjoyed. She didn't have much stock of spiritual vegetables to begin with, and her return date was uncertain. She was originally worried about the food of these ducks. Wasn't this a pillow for sleepy people?

Screws were originally one of Yao's purposes this time, so that they not only solved the problem of ducks eating, but also had one more ingredient!
He gathered a mechanical hand and used spiritual energy to control it to pick up screws from the bottom of the water, but what he didn't expect was.

As soon as he entered the water, a water sword was aimed at Fu Yao. Even though he turned sideways quickly, there was still a cut on his face, and blood immediately flowed out.

He was careless. He thought that the wild duck's food should be mild and harmless, but he didn't expect it to be a monster. Instead, Fu Yao's eyes lit up, and he found the spice snail!

It is estimated that this snail is a second or third level monster, otherwise it would not have such a keen sense of crisis and be able to accurately attack the enemy. Unfortunately, today it faces a monk, a foodie.

Now he became even more interested. He directly attracted its attention head-on, and used his spiritual sense to control the robot hand to approach quietly.

Because the manipulator is made of metal and does not have any vital characteristics, the screw cannot feel any threatening atmosphere.

The fireball technique, sword energy, and vine entanglement were all directed at it. In order to protect himself, he fought against Fu Yao with all his strength, and he couldn't care less about the changes around him.

If you are not careful, you will fall into the hands of the machine.

Because it is a screw, apart from spraying water swords and wrapping around the screw, there are no other tricks. It just so happens that the robot hand is not afraid of either. Even if it resists desperately and exhausts all its spiritual power, it cannot do anything to the robot hand.

"I didn't expect there would be such a big surprise. There is something in the swamp!"

Fu Yao was very satisfied. She came out this time to avoid disasters and also to travel and gain knowledge. It would be best if she could gain something!
Overjoyed, Fu Yao used the same technique to catch hundreds of fist-sized screws in the nearby waters, and then reluctantly stopped after filling the containers he bought to hold aquatic products.

Just when I was picking up a bag of small screws to feed the ducks, I saw a large red pliers quietly moving in the soil.

Is this a crab or a crayfish?
A series of delicacies such as steamed crabs, fried crabs, crab roe noodles, drunken crabs, etc. suddenly appeared in Fu Yao's mind. She drooled and looked at half of the pliers exposed with a sharp expression.

The crayfish hiding under the mud seemed to feel Fu Yao's burning eyes, and quickly got into the mud, preparing to escape. Before, he had seen his usual friend A Luo being ruthlessly taken away. As long as he got into the mud, he would be safe. .

The crayfish reacted quickly, and Fu Yao, a foodie, was even faster. With a push of the robot hand, the crayfish was cooked with teeth and claws.

But its pliers were very sharp, and with a click, the manipulator was cut in half, and with a pop, the crayfish returned to the water.