Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Autumn is crisp.

The foot of Ziyun Peak, which should have been filled with fragrance, is now filled with the aroma of earth.

Seeing that the day of harvesting grain was approaching, all the Lingzhifu around Guchenfang City were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Lan Ling came to Chen Mo's spiritual field more than once, but she tried her best and failed to get any spiritual rice from him.

As for He Zhiping?

He was always watching eagerly from the side. If that flame palm hadn't frightened him, he would have snatched the gradually maturing rice ears in the two acres of spiritual fields in front of Chen Mo.

However, Xiao Changhua, who was the strongest and most arrogant, lived in seclusion and practiced asceticism every day. He had never been to his spiritual field, nor had he spoken a word to him.

Of course, there are some other spiritual planters not too far away.

Occasionally they come to harass, but Chen Mo easily resolves them.

After all, not everyone can easily take over the Gengjin Finger of Dacheng Realm!

There are more and more ears of rice in the spiritual field. After the yield increases by 100%, the millet on each plant directly doubles.

When it's just a 50% increase in production, it's not bad.

Can't tell clearly.

Now, after doubling the number, he finally caught the attention of other Ling Zhifu!

"Did you notice that there seems to be something wrong with the Linghuang rice in that kid's field!" The speaker was not Chen Mo's neighbor, but he was not too far away.

This person's name is Miao Chen, and he is on the second level of Qi Refining.

He and He Zhiping almost became spiritual husbands, and the relationship between the two is actually very close.

This time, He Zhiping wanted him to help out, but the result was predictable.

If it weren't for the city's regulations that Lingzhi and his husband were not allowed to fight each other, he would have long ago become a dead soul under Geng Jin's finger.

"When you say that, something seems wrong!"

He Zhiping frowned and looked in the direction of Chen Mo.

He has been growing grains for so many years, but he has never seen Linghuang rice with such full ears!

Miao Chen thought for a while and said, "Do you think the seeds he used are different?"

He Zhiping also thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

After thinking about it, they could only attribute the "mutation" of the rice ears to the difference in seeds. Otherwise, they could not explain the high yield of Chen Mo's spiritual rice.

"Fellow Daoist He, is there any way you can find out?"

At this time, Miao Chen was in trouble.

He wanted to ask where the seeds were purchased from.

But it is unrealistic to think that I offended the other party not long ago and now I want something from you.

He Zhiping grimaced.

He knew that he might not be as good as the other party, so he went there rashly, fearing that he would get another Gengjin Finger.

"I'll try!"

However, he was unwilling to give in!

There will be a big disaster this year, and there will be no harvest.

But the taxes and rent for the spiritual field still have to be paid. Even if the outstanding debts cannot be paid this year, they will still have to be paid next year.

In this way, I am afraid that I will not be able to lose a few kilograms of spiritual rice within two years!

But once the yield of spiritual rice increases, everything will be revitalized! It might only take a year to make up for the loss, so the top priority was to find out from which grain station Chen Mo purchased his seeds.

He Zhiping thought for a long time, and there seemed to be only one way!

Licking his face again, he came to Lan Ling's wooden house and knocked lightly on the door. A feeble sound came from the house.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, Friend Daoist Lan, it's me."

When Lan Ling heard it was He Zhiping, she suddenly lost interest.

"I have a way to make up for this year's losses, and I came here to tell you!"

As soon as these words came out, Lan Ling, who was originally heartbroken, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

She opened the door and saw He Zhiping and Miao Chen standing at the door, asking, "What can I do?"

"You come with us!"

While talking, He Zhiping was about to hold the other person's hand.

But Lan Ling moved back and hid.

When the other party refused, He Zhiping chatted, but it was hard to force him, so he scratched his head and led the other party towards the spiritual field where Chen Mo was.

"Going to find him? Do you think you are his opponent?" Lan Ling's tone was filled with disdain.

She had begged the other party more than once, even willing to sell her body, but the other party remained indifferent.

This made her love and hate Chen Mo!

"Yes and no."

Lan Ling's location was not far from Chen Moben. At this moment, He Zhiping stopped, pointed at the spiritual rice in front of him, and asked, "Take a look."

The rice is fragrant and fruitful.

Although there are only two acres of spiritual land, it looks like a harvest.

"Do you think he will give it to us?" Lan Ling said sarcastically.

"No, no, no, take a closer look." He Zhiping pointed to the rice ears in the field, "Are they carrying more millet than the Linghuang rice I have grown over the years?"

Lan Ling frowned slightly, and after looking at it carefully, she finally realized the problem!

"Really! Why is his output so high!"

"Seeds, we infer that it's a seed problem!" Miao Chen continued, "Fellow Daoist Lan, I wonder if you can ask where the other party's seeds were purchased from? Next year, we will also buy them. By then, the yield will increase. Two years of taxes and rent can be paid in one year!”

Heartbeat.

As soon as these words came out, Lan Ling was immediately excited.

This may really be her only hope!

But...but will the other party tell me?

Her hot face had been pressed against Chen Mo's cold ass so many times. Would the other party tell such a secret thing?

Seeing that she was in a dilemma, Miao Chen spoke again: "With Taoist friend Lan's appearance, as long as he is willing to spend some money, can't he be defeated?"

Lan Ling couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

pretty? original capital?

Didn't she spend a lot of money?

I don't know how many times I've taken off my clothes, but the other party didn't even look at me!

Although this is the case, this is her only hope at the moment, so she must go!

At least compared to the two people in front of her, Chen Mo didn't attack her, which means there is still a glimmer of hope.

"I'll try."

As Lan Ling moved, Chen Mo's heart suddenly became alert.

The three people were whispering in the distance. Although he couldn't hear it, he knew that they were not discussing good things.

The Linghuang rice in the field will be mature in a few days. At this time, he didn't want to cause trouble!

Seeing Lan Ling getting closer and closer, Chen Mo dispersed his skills, put away the already dim and inferior spiritual stones, and stood up.

"Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen." Lan Ling still looked pitiful.

Chen Mo said with a cold face: "What's the matter?"

"I have an unwelcome request."

"Don't ask if it's unwelcome."

"Ah." Lan Ling was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to speak.

After a long while, she realized that she had to get straight to the point at this time!

She pointed at the spiritual rice in the field and asked, "Why is the yield of Chen Daoyou's spiritual rice so high?"

Here it comes!

It's exposed!

The thing that Chen Mo was most worried about has finally happened!

The spiritual field has increased production, and the spiritual rice has ears.

If it was mixed in a spiritual field, it might not attract attention, but now there is nothing around, and he has only two acres of spiritual fields. It's hard for others not to notice it.

Seeing Chen Mo frown slightly, Lan Ling continued to ask, "Chen Daoyou, can you tell me where you bought the seeds?"

Seeds?

Why seeds?

Suddenly, Chen Mo suddenly realized!

They actually thought that there was something wrong with the seeds, which led to a surge in production!

In an instant, Chen Mo's hanging heart was relieved.

The reason he had prepared was also swallowed back by him.

Lan Ling sighed when she saw that he didn't speak.

She knew that the other party couldn't say it!

She turned to leave, and at this moment, Chen Mo's voice came from behind:

"One, two, three grain stations!"