I rely on farming to transform the world of cultivation

"Do you know how many refugees there are here?"

After sighing in his heart, Fang Chen quickly adjusted his mood.

Even if there is the power of cultivating immortals, the mortal world in this world is basically the state of the feudal society in the previous life, so we cannot have too high expectations.

Even the upright sects have begun to sacrifice mortals to break through the realm. If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. Don't expect the rulers of the mortal world to really care about the people.

What's more, Fang Chen knew very well that his purpose was not very pure.

He was just a landlord who came to select tenants.

Even if he had a strong sense of morality and would not oppress these people too much in the future, he could not change this nature.

Don't laugh at others for taking fifty steps, so he should hurry up and do the business.

"Two days ago, there were thousands, but now there are probably only a few hundred."

Lin Qingshan glanced at him and replied lazily.

"I have a territory now, and I am short of people. If I provide food and accommodation, is there anyone willing to follow me?"

The information revealed by the middle-aged man surprised Fang Chen a little. He didn't expect that there were only hundreds of refugees left here.

Previously in the mortal town, he heard that the number of refugees here was as high as 100,000.

Now it seems that there may be some exaggeration, and it is estimated that many refugees died of starvation during this period.

After weighing the resources at his disposal, Fang Chen could eat all the hundreds of people, so he asked directly.

Hearing Fang Chen's words, Lin Qingshan turned his head again, looked him up and down carefully, and then said with a smile: "Of course no one is unwilling to go, but a young man like you actually came to select tenants in person? Other families send a few managers here."

"You misunderstood, I'm not a rich young man." Fang Chen shook his head, and then asked: "From your tone, it seems that many people are eyeing you?"

"Hehe——"

Lin Qingshan laughed sarcastically, and then said: "That's natural. We lost everything. Even if we are willing to accept all the harsh conditions, we still have to be picked by them."

He stopped and smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "Young man, you are late. Those who are suitable for farming have been picked away. Those left are either the old, weak, sick, or stubborn people like me who are unwilling to commit themselves to others."

Fang Chen lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He forgot that whenever such natural disasters and man-made disasters occurred, the aristocratic families in feudal society would always rush out to absorb hidden households and carry out land annexation.

In this way, the reduction in the number of refugees is not only a matter of relief food, but also this reason.

However, it is difficult to say which life is more miserable, being exploited for a lifetime or starving to death in the city now.

If it is in modern society, at least there is some audio-visual entertainment when alive, but in feudal society, there is really no hope for a lifetime.

Anyway, if Fang Chen is in the same situation, he will choose to die without hesitation.

"The old, weak, sick and disabled can't live to this day."

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, time only passed in a moment, and Fang Chen pointed out the loopholes in Lin Qingshan's words.

Then, he continued: "Let's not play dumb here. I have already seen that you are a cultivator who has lost his cultivation."

Lin Qingshan's body trembled obviously.

"It seems that I am right."

Seeing his reaction, Fang Chen smiled.

In fact, he didn't pay attention to this matter at first, but Lin Qingshan acted too calm and detached, not like the image of a refugee.

So he curiously used his spiritual thoughts to explore, and indeed found a clue.

This person clearly had traces of cultivation, but for some unknown reason, he had lost all his cultivation.

"Let's get to know each other. My name is Fang Chen, what's yours?"

Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, Fang Chen took the lead in opening the topic.

"Lin Qingshan."

A trace of determination flashed in Lin Qingshan's eyes, but it soon disappeared.

As he spoke, he picked up a branch and drew his name on the ground.

The reason why it is called a drawing is mainly because his characters are written in connected strokes, and they are square and neat, which looks like some kind of pattern.

Then, Fang Chen felt that there was spiritual energy gathering in these characters.

"Talisman runes!"

At this time, he finally realized that these were not characters, but talisman runes, but they looked like characters.

It is also because the characters in this world are similar to the small seal characters in the previous life, and many talisman runes are also not much different from characters.

What's more, Fang Chen didn't recognize many talisman runes.

So he saw it wrong.

Fortunately, Lin Qingshan has lost his cultivation, and the runes need to accumulate energy from the outside world, so after realizing what these pictures are, Fang Chen immediately erased the three patterns.

"I didn't expect your perception to be so sharp, I am not as skilled as you."

His trump card has no effect, Lin Qingshan sighed, and continued: "Daoyou, if you still have a trace of conscience, please let the people in the city go."

"???"

Fang Chen was full of question marks, and had to speak in confusion: "Uh, did you misunderstand something?"

"Daoyou, why do you have to play tricks on me, the traces of the blood-sucking magic on your body are so obvious, isn't it to use the people in the city to practice magic?"

Lin Qingshan snorted coldly, and finally told the reason why he did this.

Fang Chen was speechless after hearing this, and immediately explained: "I just used the spells in the blood-sucking magic to refine a magic weapon, and I didn't practice this magic. This time I really need someone to help me develop a territory."

"Spirit Fusion Forging Method?"

Lin Qingshan frowned and looked at Fang Chen.

"Yes, I obtained the blood-devouring magical skill from a casual cultivator. Is it so widely spread?"

Fang Chen nodded, and then asked in confusion.

Why do I feel like every time I meet someone, I know the blood-devouring magic skill?

"This is the bait released by the demon cultivator. How could it not be widely spread? And why do you think I lost all my cultivation? It was because I pursued shortcuts when I was young and practiced this demonic skill."

Lin Qingshan sighed again and looked into the distance, as if recalling the past years again.

"This technique will cause people to lose all their cultivation?"

Fang Chen was shocked, so he could stop thinking about donating blood.

"Well, this magic skill can indeed improve your qualifications, but it is divided into mother and son. The ones that are spread out are all the child skills. Once you encounter a demon cultivator who has practiced the mother skill, they can cause hidden dangers caused by swallowing blood at any time. , Devouring everything he had while he was unconscious."

At this point, Lin Qingshan paused and then said: "Fortunately, I have never swallowed human blood, so I was still conscious when the hidden danger broke out. With my skill in formations, I was able to teleport away with great difficulty. But My spiritual roots and cultivation have been swallowed up by him."

The story after that was simple. Without his cultivation, he was living in the mortal world. Fortunately, there was still spiritual grain in his storage bag, which allowed him to survive the discomfort of the thin spiritual environment in the past few years.

It was a pity that most of his belongings were not in the storage bag, but by that time he did not dare to return to his residence.

He had lived in seclusion in the mortal world for many years. He thought he would spend his whole life like this, but he didn't expect to encounter a great flood, become a refugee, and meet a monk with the aura of blood-devouring magic.

"So there is such a thing."

Fang Chen touched his chin and muttered in a low voice. This was something he didn't expect.

Fortunately, he met Lin Qingshan today, otherwise he would have started practicing the blood-devouring magic skill in a daze.

Thinking of this, his eyes looked at Lin Qingshan much softer: "I can see that you still don't trust me, but everything I said is true. I have a piece of territory that is in urgent need of development, and I want to take all the land here. Take away all the refugees, including you.”

"Do I still have the ability to resist?"

Lin Qingshan smiled bitterly and stopped talking.

Fang Chen ignored him and went to talk to the official serving the porridge. The other party agreed without hesitation and helped him gather the people.

Lin Qingshan is also in the team.

Fang Chen's spiritual thoughts were always paying attention to him, and he could feel it, so he didn't dare to make any small movements.

Naturally no one objected.

They originally wanted to find a stable place, but the previous batches of people looked down on them.

"I will put you in one place, don't resist."

After summoning the Second Generation Immortal Mansion, Fang Chen explained to everyone and took them in.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, could you please count everyone's names, ages, genders, and what they are good at?"

Fang Chen sent another message to Lin Qingshan and gave him several sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstones as well as several tables and chairs.

After doing this, they returned to the Jueling Swamp.

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