Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

However, just when Chen Mo's heart was pounding, the other party changed the topic and continued: "Based on the five-fold increase in production, you will need to hand over approximately 10% of the increased production of more than two thousand acres of fourth-level spiritual land. Give it to Beizhou, and keep the remaining 90% for yourself."

Two percent?

There was no emotional change on Chen Mo's face, but he secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood why the other party met him alone at this time.

Obviously, as long as there are resources, even Zhongzhou will not have too many.

You can be the general of Pingduzhou, or you can be given to him. Why should you choose him? The answer is simple yet stark.

Only by bringing benefits to them can they be considered as one of our own.

Without any hesitation, Chen Mo clasped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, senior, it is my duty to do so!"

"Aren't you resentful? After all, it's the spiritual plants you worked so hard to grow, but we took away 80% of them."

"Senior, in my opinion, the relationship is not between 10% and 20%, but between zero and 20%."

The other party paused, then laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, not bad!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The orange-faced dragon leader disappeared instantly.

At this moment, a white light suddenly lit up deep in the dark corridor.

Chen Mo turned around, and the clear world gradually came to him.

He smiled sarcastically.

I have a little more understanding of this world in my heart.

What test? What competition?

Is it just a way to silence others? If there is really a good position, it is naturally determined by default. Will it be the turn of those casual cultivators with no power and no background?

Chen Mo put away the ice box and walked out slowly along the light.

After about half a cup of tea, the originally narrow and dark place suddenly opened up. He took a step forward and saw an ancient temple in front of him.

There were several monks standing next to the ancient temple.

Surrounding an ancient well.

There were many people lying scattered in the corner. Chen Mo didn't use his consciousness. After all, this place was not a place where he could do whatever he wanted.

Chen Mo suddenly turned his head and saw three people standing next to him.

Among them, there was a mysterious female cultivator who wanted to kill him whenever he met him - Yan Xiaoxiao.

As expected, the other party successfully swam out of the ocean!

"The last person is here too." Wu Meng turned around and looked at Chen Mo and others.

In front of him, there was a table. On the table was not wine and food, but a chessboard, with black and white stones on both sides.

Yan Xiaoxiao turned her head, with a surprised expression on her face.

Obviously, she didn't expect that this monk who had a chance encounter in Pingdu Continent could reach this point.

Of course, if she knew that the bubble she was in was popped by the other party, she might not have such a nonchalant expression.

"Master Chief Fan asked me to preside over this test, so naturally I have to follow his requirements."

Wu Meng walked around to the stone table, then looked behind him.

He saw four monks with different looks and auras, two men and two women, walking out and standing beside him.

Chen Mo's heart trembled.

He probably guessed the other party's intention!

Four against four?

Do they need to let them choose their opponent's fighting method?

However, the other party's words at the next moment caught him off guard.

"The land of Zhongzhou has been passed down since ancient times and has a long history. Practicing a path is to seek immortality. Naturally, it is not about fighting and killing. Therefore, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting can also be regarded as a practice. This last test is easy to say."

Wu Meng did not introduce himself.

But apart from Chen Mo, all the four people present knew each other.

Yan Xiaoxiao stared at the four people opposite him with stern eyes.

"You choose one of them. As long as you can defeat them, you can meet Master Fan."

Chess, calligraphy and painting.

Chen Mo didn't expect that there would be another test.

If the Sixth General Zhang Jie has a huge intelligence network in Pingdu Continent, then he must be aware of his proficiency in music.

Therefore, this test is probably also prepared for him.

After all, when it comes to fighting skills, he, a Nascent Soul level 1 from Pingdu Continent, would probably not be the opponent of these people!

In this case, Chen Mo also had a better chance of winning.

At the moment, he was ready to observe it first.

"Which of you comes first?" Wu Meng asked.

On Chen Mo's side, a young monk stepped forward. This person is well-dressed, has a green face, and has strong self-confidence in every gesture.

Judging from the appearance, the other person may be only in his thirties.

And with such achievements at this age, he is naturally proud of himself.

When this person sat calmly beside Bai Zi and made a gesture of invitation, Chen Mo suddenly realized that he had thought wrong!

Not only him, but these people also seemed to be well prepared!

"Are you Yuan Yizhi from Wangshen Palace?"

A Taoist came out among the four members of the Tianlong Department.

Unlike Yuan Yizhi, the other party is plainly dressed and restrained, giving people a sense of humility as a gentleman.

"Exactly!"

"My subordinate, Tianlong, is in the state. I have heard for a long time that a young genius has emerged from Wangshen Palace..."

"Don't dare take it!"

"I wonder if Kou Zijun is really as popular as everyone says, leading the way and overwhelming the others?"

Yuan Yizhi had a cold expression on his face.

What I thought was a compliment to him turned out to be a mockery!

That's right!

If he really had Kou Zijun's talent and status, how could he possibly compete for the position of General Pingduzhou?

The principals of these state capitals are all those who have a certain status but are not high.

"What's the point of getting an advantage with words? Let's see the real thing with our hands." Yuan Yizhi snorted coldly.

Even though Wangshen Palace's many years of experience is not as good as Kou Zijun, Fan Yuchan and the like, he is still very proud in his heart. He doesn't even take the people from the six ministries seriously.

"Wangshen Palace uses formations to enter the Dao. There has been a saying about chessboards since ancient times. Every piece is a formation, and every gap contains the way of heaven. I'm afraid I can't win the game."

"That's good to know." Yuan Yizhi's arrogance made him unable to hear good or bad words.

As expected, the other party changed the subject again.

"Maybe I can't beat Kou Zijun, but I'm sure I can deal with one or two young boys."

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Yizhi's face was gloomy and terrible.

I saw the other party pick up a black piece and gently put it on the chessboard. The next moment, the wind and rain came and the sky turned.

Yuan Yizhi picked up the white piece and put it down immediately.

Suddenly, the wind and rain stopped, and everything was as it was yesterday.

In a flash, the Tianlong tribe had already made three moves, and Yuan Yizhi naturally followed suit.

For a moment, the whole ancient temple was thundering and lightning, and the sky was dark.

Chen Mo didn't understand chess, and he was confused, but as a bystander, he could naturally understand the situation and people's hearts.

It was obvious that when this Wangshen Palace disciple named Yuan Yizhi put down the first chess piece in anger, he was doomed to lose.

Those few words just now were to irritate him.

Such a simple and obvious method, but he couldn't see through it. Sure enough, he was still too young...

Sometimes, genius is not necessarily a good thing! (End of this chapter)