Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Hey, cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals..."

Wang Lixia leaned against the door frame, her hunched body gave people a feeling of fragility and infinite melancholy.

More than 60 years ago, she, who had spiritual roots, good bones and qualifications, embarked on the road of cultivating immortals that countless mortals envied. At that time, she was in the limelight.

And she had secretly made up her mind to form the supreme golden elixir.

But her heart was higher than the sky and her life was thinner than paper.

There is an old saying in the world of cultivating immortals: If you don't enter the immortal gate for a day, you will be an ant for the rest of your life.

Wang Lixia, who failed to join the Qingyang Sect, got the identity of a spiritual plant husband under the guidance of a master, and finally settled down in the market.

Originally thought that with her own hands, she could also get some resources, not to mention the golden elixir, even the foundation building would be enough for him to stand out in Ziyun Peak.

But things did not go as she wished!

Thinking back to the past, she had also begged other Taoist friends for a bigu pill, and like the Taoist friend Chen outside the door, she had stagnated in her realm and had to "borrow" a bigu pill by helping others manage their spiritual fields.

Wang Lixia saw her past shadow in Chen Mo,

and now she has entered a state of decline, and she is afraid that she will not live for many years, so she agreed to borrow the pill.

"Oh, forget it... forget it, we are just fallen people..."

There was a sigh in the wooden house.

...

Chen Mo opened the panel and saw that the experience of the rain-making technique increased from 36 to 39, and he was in a good mood.

Physically, the fatigue caused by the near exhaustion of spiritual energy was also forgotten by him.

"You can cast the spell twice in three days, and you can get 3 points of experience by watering eight acres of spiritual fields. At this rate, it will take at least two months for the rain-making technique to break through to proficiency!"

"It's in time, it's in time!"

Chen Mo was thinking in his heart, and he had returned to his spiritual field.

In the next two days, he must hurry up to meditate and practice in order to restore his already depleted Dantian.

In his memory, the three mu of spiritual fields are most suitable for practice, and the place with the most concentrated spiritual energy is the place where the original owner died.

Before his death, the original owner meditated there and absorbed the spiritual energy in the spiritual sand.

The spiritual fields around the entire Guchenfang City are built on a first-level spiritual vein. Although the quality is not high, it is also considered a "cave paradise".

Chen Mo shoveled some soil from the ridge of the field to cover the blood on the ground, then threw a cushion and sat cross-legged to breathe.

His aptitude is not high, and most of the spiritual energy resources in the already barren first-level spiritual vein are absorbed by the spiritual plants, resulting in a long time and a lot of effort to sense a trace of weak spiritual energy.

And Chen Mo can only rely on these gossamer-like spiritual energy to recover!

This sitting lasted for three hours until the sky gradually darkened and night fell.

In the night of the immortal world, never sleep in the wilderness.

Even the spiritual field is not allowed.

No one knows whether there will be unknown evil spirits that will take the life of the spiritual plant husband at will.

In the next two days, Chen Mo meditated and practiced in the spiritual field during the day and returned to the cabin to rest at night.

In this way, he just made up for the 90% loss of spiritual energy.

"It's really a case of fishing in a dry pond!"

Chen Mo was a little helpless. Three days and eight acres had reached the limit of what he could manage!

...

Early in the morning of the third day, Chen Mo first came to Wang Lixia's field, knocked on the door gently, and said: "Friend Wang, I'm here to make rain."

After that, without waiting for the other party to speak, he began to pinch the formula to make rain.

For half an hour, until the five acres of spiritual field were irrigated, the other party did not leave the house.

Chen Mo didn't say much. The agreed delivery time between them was six days later. He had to make rain twice more before the other party would lend him a bigu pill first.

After saying goodbye politely and returning to his own field, Chen Mo did not rush to perform the rain-making technique.

He had not fully recovered, and forcing rain at this time would really overdraw his body.

Once the Dantian is damaged, he will probably stay at the first level of Qi Refining for the rest of his life.

Sitting in meditation and breathing, Chen Mo gradually felt hungry.

The effect of the Bigu Pill began to dissipate.

"When it rains, it pours!"

Chen Mo smiled bitterly. According to this, he would have to starve for another six days!

At noon, after recovering 30% of his spiritual energy, he began to rain on his spiritual field.

…

Three days later in the morning, Chen Mo completed the third rain in the transaction.

There were still three days before he could "borrow" the Bigu Pill, but the effect of the last Bigu Pill had disappeared three days ago, and he was already starving.

After the rain was finished, Chen Mo endured the hunger and returned to Wang Lixia's door, saying goodbye politely.

But just when he thought that the other party would not show up like last time, the wooden door suddenly opened.

Wang Lixia, with a wrinkled face, walked out on crutches.

"Senior, I'll come back in three days."

Chen Mo was already a little weak at this time.

Luckily, there were only three days left, otherwise he might really eat ordinary grains.

"Take it. The next one will be given to you in a month."

Wang Lixia took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, threw it gently, and it fell into Chen Mo's hands accurately.

"Senior? This... didn't you say you would give it to me in three days?"

Chen Mo was a little surprised.

It's not easy for anyone to be a low-level spiritual plant husband.

A bigu pill may not be a big deal for the monks of the family and sect, but for them, it means life and the path to immortality!

"Ahem..." Wang Lixia coughed lightly, "I finally found a fool willing to take care of my spiritual field. It would be a pity if she starved to death."

After that, she walked back expressionlessly.

Bang!

The door closed.

Chen Mo couldn't wait to open the bottle stopper, and a scent of medicine wafted out.

Bigu Pill!

He was very familiar with this smell.

He didn't say anything and put the pill into his mouth. In just a moment, the medicine began to dissolve in his body and nourished his whole body.

The feeling of hunger gradually disappeared.

"Grandma Wang turned out to be a good person."

Chen Mo sighed, not expecting that the other party had actually taken the first Bigu Pill in advance.

This was really beyond his expectations.

"It seems that I found the right person!"

Chen Mo was delighted and returned to his field to meditate.

On the evening of the third day, just as he was breathing, a bright yellow Chinese character suddenly flashed before his eyes.

[Yangqi Jue +1]

"The experience of Yangqi Jue has increased?!"

Chen Mo was a little excited and opened the panel immediately.

Sure enough, the experience of Yangqi Jue increased from 43 to 44!

"Could it be that I can break through the realm without using Lingsha?"

The system panel only shows integers, and the numbers after the decimal point cannot be seen, so Chen Mo does not know whether the experience of the nine-day meditation practice increased from 43.99 to 44, or from 43.01 to 44!

But it is good news for Chen Mo that the experience of the practice can be increased without Lingsha.

At least it gives him hope, doesn't it?

"It's a double happiness! Everything will be fine!"

Chen Mo gave himself a cheering gesture.