Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

When they heard about the giant bone spiritual rice, the three spiritual fishermen who were just going through the motions to attend the banquet suddenly looked at the pot of steaming spiritual rice.

They had heard of the name of the giant bone spiritual rice.

The previous abbey owner liked it very much, and spent a huge amount of money to buy a lot of spiritual rice from him, and then let the spiritual plant farmers in the market grow it in the form of subsidies.

As for the price, considering the financial resources of the people present, it is affordable to try it occasionally.

However, this thing, firstly, no one has the spiritual stones to buy it for long-term consumption, and secondly, it is basically out of stock. Except for the current Song’s shop, it can’t be bought anywhere else.

“Junior Brother Song really spent a lot of money.” Tian Nong looked at Song Yunxi with a smile.

However, he didn’t say the second half of the sentence.

‘This position of the abbey owner is really lucrative! ’

Even in Ziyun Peak, few people have eaten giant bone spiritual rice. After all, the yield of this thing is really low and no one grows it.

"Come on, come on, I promise to have enough today!"

Mei Hua took the initiative to serve a large bowl of spiritual rice to each of the monks present. When the rice grains as big as thumbs appeared in front of everyone, his eyes almost never moved away.

On the other hand, Chen Mo, who was standing aside, had a strange expression on his face at this moment.

I didn't expect that Song Yunxi would use it as the highlight of the banquet reception... But think about it, the giant bone spiritual rice is indeed worthy of it.

"Try it quickly, if it weren't for you, Song would not be willing to eat it on weekdays!"

Song Yunxi enjoyed the expressions of these people very much. He hosted a banquet today, firstly to entertain his senior brother Tian Nong, and secondly to let the grain collector stand up for him, so that these people who have a thousand connections with Ziyun Peak know who is the master of the temple.

The elders move first.

Although Yan Ronglin is the oldest, he is far inferior to Tian Nong in terms of cultivation and status.

The grain collector sent by Ziyun Peak picked up a grain of spiritual rice and put it in his mouth.

The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, soft, glutinous and sweet.

Now, although he has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining and is only one step away from building a foundation, unlike geniuses like Li Shangxian, he has worked diligently and step by step to achieve his current status.

In other words, he is not qualified to eat the second-level Xuanyi Spiritual Rice!

For so many years, he has been eating Linghuang rice, occasionally supplemented with some meat, and he has survived like this.

Now, after the giant bone spirit rice, which is comparable to Xuanyi Spiritual Rice, is eaten, a warm current suddenly flows into the whole body, and the feeling is like practicing in a sea of ​​spiritual energy.

"Brother Tian, ​​how is it?"

"Comparable to practice!"

"Everyone, don't be idle, eat it while it's hot, eat it while it's hot." Song Yunxi was delighted and greeted.

Ning Jie opened her cherry mouth and ate a grain, but after it was swallowed, she no longer cared about her image and picked up the bowl to put it into her mouth one mouthful at a time.

Even Yan Ronglin, whose eyes were filled with gloom, was immersed in the joy brought by the giant bone spiritual rice.

Gao Qiang also took a bite, and for some reason, his body trembled a little: "If I can eat it every day, I... I may have a chance to build a foundation."

Build a foundation!

Only one in ten people in Ziyun Peak survives!

Even a cultivator like Tian Nong who has taken one step forward dare not say that he can definitely build a foundation.

"I can't afford it!" Meng Ke ate half a bowl and sighed.

At this moment, only Chen Mo was left at the table without moving his chopsticks. Ning Jie and others had heard of this spiritual plant husband who was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but he was just an ordinary casual cultivator who relied on his back relationship.

"Brother Chen, eat quickly."

"Oh."

Chen Mo was not very interested, after all, he had just eaten a large bowl before coming.

He took a bite and frowned immediately!

No!

This taste is wrong!

The taste is obviously rougher, and the spiritual energy contained in it is not a little bit worse.

How could it be?

After he swallowed it, he took another chopstick.

Same! The taste is still wrong!

"How is it? It tastes good, right?" Seeing him eat two mouthfuls in a row, Song Yunxi thought he couldn't resist the temptation.

"Well... not bad."

Chen Mo forced a smile.

Just when the other party spoke just now, he probably guessed the reason.

These are giant bone spiritual rice, but they must be grown in ordinary spiritual fields, and his five acres of spiritual fields are integrated with the [Gathering Spirit] talent, so whether it is the taste, aroma, or the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual rice, they are completely incomparable.

If he eats this kind of giant bone spiritual rice every day, the time he breaks through the fifth level of Qi Refining can only be reduced by one year at most.

Instead of cutting it in half like now!

"Just like it, just like it."

Song Yunxi picked up the wine glass and toasted from the farmers one by one. When he walked to Chen Mo, he gently patted his shoulder and said, "There are still 40 kilograms in the shop. Brother Chen will work hard later."

Chen Mo understood the meaning of this sentence almost instantly.

This is to ask him to help with breeding!

The strange property of giant bone spiritual rice is that one mu of spiritual field can yield 20 kilograms, but one mu of land requires only one kilogram of seeds, which means that breeders with a breeding rate of more than 20 to 1 can't even get back the seeds they have planted, let alone harvest.

It can be said that the more you plant, the less you have.

"Okay."

Chen Mo responded.

It's the end of the year, and it's time to make money from breeding.

Song Yunxi treated him well, so he wouldn't care about such a small matter.

"Haha!"

A pot of giant bone spiritual rice can be said to have earned enough face for Song Yunxi. The spiritual fish and spiritual chicken on the table are not bad, and the spiritual energy contained is no less than it, but compared with it, they still lack the attribute of "scarcity".

As the cups were exchanged, the group of people became familiar with each other.

Chen Mo occasionally stood up to toast, and the three spiritual fishermen with strong backing also drank up the wine in one gulp.

However, he did have some ideas.

There were only three spiritual pools in the entire White Snake Market. If Chen Mo wanted to awaken the profession of spiritual fisherman, he had to start raising and selling fish.

And even Song Yunxi could not make the decision about these three spiritual pools.

So, he and the three people were friends on the surface, but in fact, they were secretly competing with each other!

…

After eating and drinking, Song Yunxi sent Ning Jie, Gao Qiang, and Yan Ronglin away, and Meng Ke also went back to his residence very tactfully.

Chen Mo did not leave because he knew there was still work to do next.

"Brother Tian, ​​how about we rest here today?" Song Yunxi looked drunk, the wine made from Linghuang rice had a strong aftertaste, "The guest room is ready for you."

Tian Nong looked at him, sighed, and said, "Okay."

The grain collector of Ziyun Peak put his hands behind his back and returned to the room where he had rested before.

At this point, only Chen Mo and Song Yunxi were left in the room.

"Brother Song, where is the Lingmi?"

"Wait!" Song Yunxi stretched out his palm and made a stop gesture, "Today's meal is boring, let's go! Let's go to the second game!"

"The second game?"

The other party was holding the basin of Lingji that had not been eaten clean, and said, "Yes! Xia Wan and Yun Rou are still waiting to eat Lingji, how can we not go."

Chen Mo looked at Song Yunxi with a strange expression, thinking:

The Lingji you mentioned is the best.