The immortals of the two worlds started from farming and refining pills

Sang Yuwan kept it a secret: "Daoyou, do you know the four essentials of cultivation?"

Li Qing held the jade cup and sipped the spiritual tea: "It's nothing more than wealth, companion, law, and land. Who in this world of cultivation doesn't know this?"

Sang Yuwan clapped his hands and laughed: "That's right. Cultivation emphasizes this. My Sang family raises dragons, and these four words are also indispensable."

"Wealth is the food to feed the dragon, companion is the clan member who raises the dragon, law is the secret of turning into a dragon, and land is the spiritual vein for raising dragons."

Li Qing frowned: "Daoyou, what do you mean? Please tell me clearly."

Sang Yuwan laughed and pointed to the vast lake in the distance: "Daoyou, how about my dragon-raising lake?"

Li Qing looked around and saw the vast smoke and waves, the water was as clear as a mirror, the five-colored lotus stood tall and clean, the green waterweed and green sunflowers shimmered with the waves, the spirit fish played in it, and the cranes circled above it.

There were also members of the Sang family rowing boats in the lake, feeding dragon seeds, catching spiritual fish, collecting beautiful pearls from snails and clams, and singing songs to each other, creating a prosperous scene.

He praised sincerely, "The atmosphere is extraordinary, and the legendary blessed land is no more than this."

The smile on Sang Yuwan's face faded a little: "It's just the surface of donkey dung eggs."

Li Qing didn't expect him to say such vulgar words, and he couldn't help but choke. After a long while, he replied: "Why do you say that, fellow Daoist Sang?"

Sang Yuwan sighed: "My Sang family has occupied Yanglong Lake for more than 800 years. The ancestor started a business alone in a small boat, and then a son lived there. The son gave birth to a grandson, and the grandson gave birth to a son. The son had a son, and the son had a grandson."

"Now that 800 years have passed, do you know how many cultivators there are in my Yanglong Lake? How many spiritual veins are needed to support so many cultivators?"

Li Qing was stunned: the Li family had also experienced this. In the past, the three families controlled Qinghe Valley, and the spiritual veins were not enough to support too many cultivators.

For this reason, those with low-grade spiritual roots in the clan were not allowed to enter the clan land. Either they were willing to be mortals and live a mediocre life; or they learned basic skills and went out to explore with the meager resources funded by the clan.

But he had never thought that the Sang family, which monopolized a lake of spiritual land and inherited the Yuanying Zhenjun, would also face such a dilemma.

"But what does this have to do with what you want?" Li Qing was a little puzzled.

At this time, a pot of spiritual tea happened to be finished. Sang Yuwan did not boil it again, but stood up suddenly: "Follow me, fellow Taoist."

After that, he took out a copper whistle and blew it gently, and a sound wave that could not be heard by human ears spread to the distance.

"Roar--" A majestic dragon roar came from the Yanglong Lake in front.

Li Qing turned his head and saw a huge figure ten feet long, breaking through the waves, with a fierce momentum and intimidating.

He looked closely and found that it was a strange beast that looked like a blood eel.

It was just that its head was slightly wider and had a circle of orange mane, not as ugly as an eel. A pair of disproportionate small claws stretched out from its lower abdomen, but it paddled the water very quickly.

What shocked Li Qing was that this strange beast actually had the power of an early foundation-building beast. Needless to say, it was a second-level lower-grade dragon species.

The dragon species swam to the front of the water pavilion, nodded at Li Qing, and rubbed its big head in front of Sang Yuwan, calling "嘤嘤嘤".

Sang Yuwan smiled and patted its forehead: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Li. This is the dragon species that I have cultivated with my life, the blood dragon eel, named: Ao Lan. Ao Lan, this is Brother Li Qing from Qinghe Valley."

"Hello, Brother Li! Your demeanor is impressive." Ao Lan seemed to have not yet refined the horizontal bone, and could only speak with his spiritual consciousness, which sounded quite majestic.

Li Qing did not neglect and returned the greeting seriously: "Meet Daoyou Ao. Daoyou is very powerful. Daoyou Sang has you by his side, I really envy you."

In Dantian, Asun was a little unhappy: "Aiya!"

Azao and the other two hurried over to rub against it, calling "Wu Li", "Gu Ka" and "Gu Ji", and soon they became a mess again.

Ao Lan was very pleased and nodded to Li Qing: "Daoyou really has good taste!"

Sang Yuwan smiled and said: "Since Daoyou Li and Ao Lan are so congenial, are you willing to ride a dragon with me to a place?"

Li Qing bowed slightly: "Dare to disobey?"

After that, under the guidance of Sang Yuwan, the two of them stood on Ao Lan's head.

Ao Lan "roared", turned around, and waved his two little claws gently, and actually rose from the lake, and flew to a distant mountain.

Riding a dragon, even if it was just a dragon eel, was a very special experience for Li Qing.

He stood on the dragon head with his hands behind his back, the wind blew towards him, his clothes fluttered, his black hair danced, and he looked like an immortal.

He turned his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Sang, it is said that the secret method of cultivation in Yanglong Lake is to choose a dragon species to cultivate with."

"If a cultivator breaks through the foundation, or a dragon species breaks through the second level, the other party will also be promoted. I wonder if this is true?"

Sang Yuwan said calmly, "It is true. Many fellows around Xuefeng Lake know it."

Li Qing couldn't help but ask curiously, "In the past eight hundred years, there have been six great foundation-building cultivators in the Sang family. I dare to ask if the dragon species raised by these predecessors are still there after they passed away?"

Sang Yuwan smiled and said nothing.

Li Qing realized that the foundation-building combat power is related to the family's heritage, so it is naturally inconvenient to disclose it, so he changed the subject: "Where are you going to take me?"

"It's in front." Sang Yuwan pointed to a sacred peak in the west, and soon Ao Lan sent the two of them there.

Li Qing flew down from the dragon head and looked up. The mountains were covered with red spiritual herbs. The lake breeze blew and rolled up red waves. It was a beautiful sight.

He concentrated and found that this spiritual herb was somewhat like ambergris, but the leaves were larger and it had small bell-like yellow flowers. Its scent was more mellow than ambergris.

Looking at its aura, if it is based on the six-level and eighteen-grade set by Emperor Yuan, this spiritual herb is only a second-level low-grade one. But if it can be planted on a large scale, its value will be much higher.

"Is this the unique spiritual plant of the Sang family, the dragon bell flower?" Li Qing's heart moved.

Sang Yuwan nodded slightly: "It is the dragon bell flower. Most of the dragon-raising secret medicines prepared by my Sang family use this flower."

Li Qing was surprised: "Since it is a secret of the Sang family, why did you bring me here?"

Sang Yuwan sighed: "Daoyou, do you still remember what I said just now? My Sang family has endless descendants, and the spiritual veins are difficult to increase. Now it can't bear the burden."

Li Qing had a flash of inspiration: "Please let me know."

Sang Yuwan pointed to the sea of ​​flowers in front: "My Sang family has decided to turn this spiritual peak into a cultivator's cave, but it can't grow so many dragon bell flowers."

"I heard that Daoyou is quite accomplished in spiritual plants. I wonder if you are willing to make friends with me Yi?"

Li Qing's mind raced: "Just say it."

Sang Yuwan laughed: "I am willing to give this dragon bell flower spirit seed to you, and then give you the secret method of cultivation. You only need to sign a contract not to pass it on, and sell me 50 acres of dragon bell flowers every year."

Li Qing couldn't help but frowned: "How can you share this secret with me?"

"It's just a spiritual plant. It's just a drop in the bucket for my dragon raising secret method." Sang Yuwan smiled, "The Fan family is willing to give up even the Qingxin bitter bamboo, so why shouldn't I give it up?"

Li Qing looked at the swaying dragon bell flowers in front of him, and found a very appropriate word from the memory that was about to be forgotten: industrial transfer?

After the Li family was promoted to a foundation-building family, they have not found a suitable livelihood that can stand firm at the foundation-building level.

Li Qing was silent for a moment, but finally agreed: "Please ask Daoyou to draw up the contract. But Daoyou, don't forget to help me enlighten the dragon vein of the dragon whisker golden carp."

Sang Yuwan clapped his hands and laughed: "This is easy."