Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Isn't the plan to raise a little chick good?"

Chen Mo took Xiao Kang out of the chicken coop and carried the newly arrived chicken coop back to his house.

Compared to the freezing cold outside, the scene here was completely different.

He sat on a round stool, opened the cage from above, and regardless of gender, he randomly took one out of the cage and put it on his lap, and began to massage the little chick's meridians.

Just like Xiao Kang at the beginning, the little chick that was struggling just now became obedient as soon as the spiritual energy penetrated his fingertips.

It didn't move, allowing Chen Mo to massage and comb its hair.

"Cluck! Cluck!"

Xiao Kang walked around him and the chicken coop quickly.

"These twenty will be your little brothers in the future!" Chen Mo said, and changed to another one, "In the future, except for feeding, you will be responsible for everything else, how about it?"

"Cluck... Cluck."

"You are still sensible, and it's not in vain to raise you for so long!"

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Kang who was circling, and said with a smile.

It seems that there is no big difficulty in communicating with this spiritual bird.

As long as he makes his words clear, the other party seems to understand.

From Xiao Kang's successful "training" of the other three spiritual birds, in addition to feeding, daily airing, returning to the shed, etc. can be handed over to it.

Originally, I wanted to let it be responsible for feeding, but it is really too greedy!

Let Xiao Kang be responsible for feeding?

I am afraid that the other chickens will starve to death!

"Cluck... Cluck."

Xiao Kang suddenly stopped and pecked the iron cage with his chicken head, and then pecked the ground.

"What? Didn't I feed you before I left?"

It shook its chicken head and nodded to the chickens in the cage: "Cluck, cluck."

Chen Mo was happy.

"You said they eat it, not you want to eat it?"

After speaking, Xiao Kang nodded violently.

"Why don't I believe it."

This chicken has told such lies countless times, but every time Chen Mo feeds other spiritual chickens, it will grab the food that has just been spilled.

How can the speed of the other three chickens compare with it?

When others nod once, it nods continuously like a vibrator!

"Cluck... Cluck." Xiao Kang looked at Chen Mo sincerely.

[Brother, believe me, really. ]

"Go play on the side!"

Chen Mo ignored him and combed the feathers of twenty chickens. Then he picked up Xiao Kang's chicken head and gave him a massage.

It takes half an hour to comb the feathers of twenty-four spiritual birds.

Although the talent of [Strong] is strong, it is also limited in time like other talents!

If you want to continue to expand the scale of breeding, you must sacrifice the time for cultivation and planting.

But the good thing is that "Active Art" can be upgraded, and the talent [Strong] can also be upgraded. Now this spell for massage, which is essential for the Wenxiang Pavilion, has reached the peak of proficiency. It will not take long to master it, and then the talent can make another breakthrough.

Eat one bite at a time.

Now, Chen Mo's situation is still safe and stable, and the demand for spells is not particularly high.

The rest is to wait until the end of this year to break through the fourth level of Qi Refining before considering it!

At that time, you will need to learn about the techniques, puppets, spells, formations, etc.

Chen Mo put the twenty new chickens aside, entered the training room, and practiced cross-legged.

Since he became a spiritual plant husband and awakened his first talent, he was destined to be a hard-working life. In addition to farming and raising chickens, he practiced.

...

It has been more than half a month in a flash.

The chill of spring has faded, and the breeze is refreshing.

The newly purchased spiritual birds are also familiar with this place. Now they are locked in the chicken shed and trained by Xiao Kang.

From the size, they are obviously bigger!

Chen Mo also picked up the hoe and went to the field to work.

On the other hand, He Zhiping, Miao Chen and others finally survived this winter. They relied on the seeds bought on credit from the Niu family shop to barely start the planting of the new year.

Even for those who were at the second level of Qi Refining, a plague of insects almost made them unable to recover and have a shortage of food.

Not to mention the other spiritual plant husbands at the first level of Qi Refining?

"Fellow Daoist He, do you think the 123rd grain station ran away?"

Earlier, the two had gone to the market, and the grain store that "cheated" them of spiritual sand was still closed.

Combined with the seeds, Miao Chen speculated that the shopkeeper of this store was afraid that the spiritual plant husband would come to make trouble, so he ran away!

However, He Zhiping rolled his eyes at him.

"Run away? Will he be afraid of us?"

"That's... that's right."

After that, the two of them each carried a hoe and went to work in the fields.

Lan Ling slowly walked out of the wooden house. Her skin, which was originally as delicate as a baby's, looked a little sallow, and her entire eye sockets began to become sunken. Her mental state was obviously much worse.

Her fasting pills were used up!

She hadn't eaten for nearly a month.

The bowl of spiritual rice she picked up from the field was her last food, and she had eaten it all more than half a month ago!

Lan Ling also went to the market yesterday, and wanted to buy some seeds on credit to plant for another year.

But the manager of the Niu family shop refused her when he saw her like this.

It was obvious that she didn't even have the Qigong pills, and it was very likely that she would not be able to get the seeds back if she lent them to her!

Lan Ling came to Chen Mo's field tremblingly. These days, she would knock on the other party's door every now and then, but there was no response at all.

"Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen, can I...borrow a few Bigu Pills from you? I...I'll give you everything."

When the other party walked towards this side, Chen Mo found her.

But he didn't even raise his head, but dug the ground by himself.

Lan Ling followed closely behind, muttering: "Help me...I shouldn't have listened to He...He Zhiping, shouldn't..."

"Don't bother me."

Everyone has his own destiny.

Why should he lend a hand to the disaster caused by Qingyang Sect?

For Chen Mo, if a spiritual plant husband like Lan Ling didn't survive the past few years and had no risk resistance, it would be difficult for him to make a breakthrough in the end.

"When...you...you also borrowed...borrowed Bigu Pills from Wang Lixia..."

After saying this, Chen Mo suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at the other party, and asked coldly: "I can pay it back and take care of the spiritual field for her, what about you?"

"I... I can do it too!"

"You can do it too? Two acres of spiritual field, excluding taxes and rent, you still have less than 200 kilograms of grain, 24 bigu pills in two years, how to make up the gap?"

"I... I can take over another acre."

"Heh." Chen Mo sneered and continued to dig the ground.

Behind him, Lan Ling followed closely, her upper and lower lips trembling constantly, as if she had something to say, but she was struggling whether she should say it.

She was afraid that if she said it, her life would be in danger!

But this sentence might be the only way for her to get the bigu pill!

Finally, after a psychological struggle, she still spoke: "More than four years ago, I... I saw the black-winged crow."