Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Perhaps if it weren't for this flying sword and the sword-controlling method.

Chen Mo was afraid that he would never see that guy who was full of nonsense but hard to tell whether it was true or false again.

It was noon when he returned home.

Chen Mo cooked a meal for himself and had a delicious meal.

Although the things in the Wenxiang Pavilion were expensive, they were a little bit inferior in terms of ingredients and taste. Even if he spent a spiritual stone to eat a table, it would not be as delicious as the vegetables grown by Chen Mo himself!

Two days later.

There was a crisp knock on the door.

After Chen Mo got up and opened the door, it was not someone else, but Mei Hua, the number one steward who always followed Song Yunxi.

"Brother Song is looking for me?"

"Yes! It seems to be about ore!"

"Ore?"

Chen Mo still remembered that last year, the other party had promised to help him keep an eye on the companion ore required for the "Seven Miles Lingsha Array", but almost a year had passed and there was still no movement. He thought the other party had forgotten it.

"Daoyou Chen, come with me!"

Mei Hua turned to leave.

"Wait!"

"Daoyou Chen, do you have anything else to do?"

Chen Mo smiled and shook his head, then lightly raised his finger, and the Yunqing Sword pierced into the sky, and the next moment he jumped up.

Beside him, Mei Hua widened his eyes and looked at Chen Mo, who was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, in disbelief. For a moment, he was speechless.

"Daoyou Chen... Daoyou Chen, can you fly with a sword?"

"Haha! What's so difficult about this?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Mei Hua below. After the other party stood firm, the flying sword under his feet cut through the long rainbow and headed straight for the White Snake Market.

"Really...really good."

"Brother Song is a good person. If you follow him, I believe you will have your own flying sword in no time!"

Mei Hua's eyes lit up when he heard it.

"Really?"

"Of course."

With two sentences, the two had arrived at the White Snake Market.

Song Yunxi had just seen off the guests at the door and saw the two of them flying with swords.

After the flying sword landed, the straightforward master stepped forward, put his arm around Chen Mo's shoulders and said, "That's great, brother! It's only been a short time, and you can fly with a sword!"

"How long? It's been a year!"

"A year? Time flies!" Song Yunxi sighed.

"A year is more than 300 days, how can it not be fast?"

"Yes."

"Brother Song is looking for me?"

"That's right! Let's go, I'll take you to a place!" Song Yunxi raised his eyebrows and said excitedly.

"Wenxiang Pavilion?"

The other party pretended to be angry when he heard this: "Bah! Am I that kind of person? The only thing in my mind is Wenxiang Pavilion?"

Chen Mo smiled in return.

"Let's go, let's talk about it after we get back to Wenxiang Pavilion. I tell you, luck, our luck is really good." Song Yunxi summoned the flying sword and continued, "Do you know? A mineral vein was discovered between Ziyun Peak and Hongyun Peak, which produced a lot of spiritual ores. Let's go, I'll take you to see if there is the associated ore you want!"

"Mineral vein?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and became interested immediately.

He had heard of the term mineral vein since he started practicing, but he had never seen it.

He also understood that the so-called spiritual sand and spiritual stone could not "grow" out of thin air, and where did the spiritual stones consumed by tens of thousands of cultivators in the entire Ziyun Peak come from?

It can only be dug out bit by bit by the miners in the black mine!

If a mineral vein really was found, the days of Ziyun Peak and Hongyun Peak would get better again.

"I wanted to go with you, but since you can already fly with a sword, I'll test you today to see if you can catch up!"

Song Yunxi was in a playful mood, and while he was talking, the long sword under his feet had already flown away.

Chen Mo clasped his fists towards Mei Hua, and then he also chased after him with a sword.

The other party was very fast, and he only saw the other party's back at the beginning, but the more he chased, the farther he got, and in less than fifty breaths, he had completely disappeared.

After about half a cup of tea, Song Yunxi turned back.

The strong wind blew, and he gathered his confidence and shouted:

"No! You still have to practice!"

Chen Mo rolled his eyes in return, and said nothing.

The other party laughed and stopped rushing forward alone.

The two flew for more than an hour, and even though he practiced the "Huaishan Yangqi Gong", Chen Mo's spiritual energy showed signs of exhaustion.

But fortunately, they arrived!

As Song Yunxi swooped down, a golden mountain appeared in front of the two.

The mountain is full of ancient tung trees with yellow leaves. With the arrival of autumn, the leaves are so beautiful.

Below, a group of casual cultivators in green clothes and shorts are going in and out of the cave. Outside the door, a dozen cultivators are holding long whips in their hands, staring at the miners with fierce eyes, asking them to use the pickaxes in their hands to peel off the fragments of the rocks bit by bit.

A pavilion is built a little further away.

Another group of cultivators in luxurious clothes are sitting in the pavilion, next to the stone table, drinking and chatting, and they seem to be completely unconcerned about the progress of the mine.

"Snap!"

The long whip hit the miner's body fiercely, and the shorts, which were not thick to begin with, broke instantly.

The back even revealed his torn body.

This whip almost dissipated his already limited spiritual energy.

However, even so, the miner who was "executed" just paused, and continued to hit the rocks in front of him with the pickaxe in his hand with an expressionless face.

They have long been numb.

To them, life or death is meaningless.

Since they were sold to the mine and became miners, their entire lives have been nothing more than moving from one mine vein to another.

And as monks, they don't even have to eat or rest!

Song Yunxi turned a blind eye to all this. Although Chen Mo felt sad, he didn't feel compassion for the world.

Everyone has their own destiny.

You can save one person, but not a group.

What's more, he himself is just a spiritual plant husband at the fourth level of Qi Refining!

After the two landed, Song Yunxi asked Chen Mo to wait for him there, and he trotted all the way to the pavilion.

I don't know what he said there, I only saw him nodding from a distance, and finally came back.

"Let's go over there, there is a newly dug out associated ore, let's pick it up and see if there is the ore you need." Song Yunxi pointed to a pile of stones not far from the mine. Next to the stones stood a monk with a resolute face and a disciplined look.

They took the initiative to step forward and asked:

"Fellow Daoist, I have said hello to Elder Sun. Can you take a look at what associated minerals have been dug out of this vein? Let us pick some."

Ling Qionglin raised his eyebrows and looked at the pavilion.

Seeing someone nodding to him in the distance, he said, "Yes, yes. Do you understand the rules?"

"Yes! Of course!" Song Yunxi replied hurriedly. Seeing that Chen Mo did not respond, he quickly added, "He understands too."

Ling Qionglin nodded slightly and took a white blanket and spread it on the ground.

Then he gently swiped his palm, and a pile of ore appeared in front of Chen Mo!