Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

When Motai Mountain was founded, a small celebration ceremony was held on the main peak, Motai Peak. It was unexpected that ten years had passed before the next celebration was held.

In ten years, Motai Mountain has undergone earth-shaking changes.

From a fairy sect with only two or three people and a master who was only at the foundation-building stage, it has come step by step to today.

In the outside world, there are mummies everywhere.

No one knows whether Pingduzhou can survive this wave of corpses.

In addition, there are six generals, and the actual controller of Pingduzhou secretly controls it. It is indeed not easy for the fairy sect to grow to where it is today.

Song Yunxi's arrangement is very appropriate. After all, with the Nie family, one of the three major families in Beiyue City, all kinds of talents who are proficient in this field can be said to be on the battlefield.

Wine, food, singing and dancing, everything is available.

Soon, including the spiritual plant husbands at the foot of the fairy peak, they all knew that the fairy sect had a Nascent Soul.

Everyone celebrated.

The people in the fairy sect celebrated on Xuanxiao Peak, and these spiritual plant husbands also hugged each other and enjoyed the wine and food given to them by Motai Mountain.

This was the first time He Zhiping drank Xian Ke wine. Although it was only brewed by first-level spiritual plants and mixed with some second-level spiritual plants, it was enough to make him infatuated.

"Drink less! That's mine!"

Along the way, Miao Chen and he also experienced many ups and downs.

From the beginning of Qingyang Sect to the current Motai Mountain, although they have never been able to worship in the immortal sect and become disciples of the immortal sect, just witnessing the demise of one generation of immortal sects and the rise of another is enough to make them legends among spiritual plant husbands.

"Senior He, did you really survive the pursuit of Shennong Sect?"

"How could it be false?"

Facing the questions of the younger generation, He Zhiping blew his beard and raised the corners of his mouth, looking complacent.

Twenty years have passed, and the next generation of spiritual plant husbands have grown up. A small number of them have worshipped in the immortal sect, while the others still inherit their parents' mantle and do the work of facing the loess and back to the sky.

When the past events were mentioned, Miao Chen on the side immediately became excited: "Let me tell you, there was a man who farmed with us back then, what was his name...what was it? Old He, what was his name?"

"Chen Mo."

"Yes! A man called Chen Mo..."

The two of them sang in unison, and they talked about the only topic of conversation in these years again.

As for the people who listened?

Except for the descendants of the spiritual plant husbands, the others had heard it so many times that they were no longer interested.

Of course, for them who farmed at the foot of the mountain day after day, what was there to brag about?

Just as Miao Chen and He Zhiping were describing it with great enthusiasm, a young spiritual plant husband suddenly asked in confusion: "Senior He, Senior Miao, why did I hear that the headmaster of our Motai Mountain has the surname Chen?"

"What's wrong with the surname Chen? There are so many people with the surname Chen!"

"But it seems that he is also called Chen Mo."

The person who spoke was named Xiang Jifu, also a descendant of the spiritual plant husband.

About a year ago, he was lucky enough to be selected to appear before the great elder who passed on the skills, but after some consideration, he was rejected.

"Bullshit!"

Suddenly, He Zhiping became irritable.

His strength at the eighth level of Qi Refining was also fully demonstrated at this moment.

It was like he was furious after his carefully woven story was exposed, which made people stay away from him.

"Okay, okay, you may have remembered it wrong." Miao Chen tried to smooth things over, "Besides, there are so many people with the same name and surname."

After comforting each other, the two of them started drinking again.

But the taste of this wine seemed to have changed.

...

On Xuanxiao Peak.

The female cultivators from the Nianyu Sect sang and danced.

They showed their skills to the fullest. The elders, hall masters, and some core disciples of Motai Mountain sat in a circle, and the table was filled with various spiritual fruits and vegetables.

Song Yunxi watched the most excitedly.

When he was excited, he even ignored his status and took the initiative to go down to the field to dance with the female cultivators.

Nie Songzhi, Li Tingyi and others looked a little reserved. As long as the Nie family did not integrate into the Immortal Sect, they would be living under someone else's roof.

Qi Chen, Qian Zhong and others from the Corpse Driving Hall all stared with wide eyes.

As practitioners of the Way of the Dead, how could they have seen such a scene? In the early years, not to mention female practitioners, even women avoided them.

Over the years, they have long been accustomed to rolling their eyes.

However, at this moment, even if they were covered with rotten flesh and exuded an unconcealable stench from time to time, no one showed even a trace of disgust.

This made Qi Chen and others more determined.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

Chen Mo smiled and patted Qin Xi's shoulder. As his only true disciple, his status in the Immortal Sect was extremely high. Apart from a few elders, he was the one!

However, since the other party had always been rooted in the spiritual field, only a few people in the entire Motai Mountain knew him.

At this moment, many disciples also inquired about him.

Qin Xi shook his head repeatedly, looking very uncomfortable.

He wanted to bury himself under the table. This kind of scene was not suitable for him at all.

Now, he just wanted to return to the spiritual field and record the growth of the spiritual plants.

"Really? You are still young..." Chen Mo continued to tease.

At this time, a female cultivator from the Tianxiang Pavilion of the Nianyu Sect came over dancing. She understood the look in the master's eyes and stretched out her slender jade fingers to hook Qin Xi's chin.

And the next moment, he shrank back as if he had been electrocuted, and kept saying: "Master, Master... Father, I'm going back... back to the field."

Qin Xi wanted to leave now, but he didn't dare to leave without the master's consent.

It wasn't until Chen Mo nodded that he ran away.

This scene also made the people of Motai Mountain remember Qin Xi, the only disciple in this immortal sect who could enter and leave the main peak at will besides the headmaster!

Of course, as the protagonist of Daqing, the wine glasses in front of the green and red snake monsters never put down.

However, these wines could not cause any waves for their huge bodies.

The red snake monster quietly observed everything around him, and gradually he seemed to have a completely different vision from the past.

The banquet lasted for two days.

After the mess, Motai Mountain returned to normal.

Those who practiced practiced, and those who farmed farmed.

Qi Chen also took the second mission and started their recharging journey with another group of teams.

In just one day, another 500 high-quality spirit stones were earned, which was much faster and more practical than digging the fourth-level spirit mine.

After accumulating 2,000 spirit stones for several days, Chen Mo took out a Yin-Yang sound transmission tube.

One was in his hand, and the other was in Liu Yulin's hand.

"Brother Liu, how are you these days?"

The other person was obviously a little dazed, but soon realized who was looking for him.

"Brother Chen?"

"It seems that Brother Liu is really a noble man who forgets things easily."

"No way!" Liu Yulin sighed, "You know the current situation in Pingduzhou, and we are also very anxious."

"It just so happens that I have something good to sell you!"