"Well, nephew Shi, I heard that you can cure melanism. Is it true or false?" The middle-aged scholar looked at Shi Yue carefully and asked.

"The melanosis that has just been contracted can be cured by the spirit grain elixir that has not yet decayed." Shi Yue thought for a moment and replied.

"Very good, you come with me! My elixir has melanism, you go and treat it." Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded with satisfaction and gave instructions.

"This...disciple obeys the order." Shi Yue hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

Faced with an order from a foundation-building monk, Shi Yue had no right to bargain.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar flicked his sleeves, and a palm-sized white boat flashed out.

The white boat swelled in the wind. It swelled to more than two feet in length and then stopped, floating several feet above the ground.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar walked up, turned around and said to Shi Yue: "Come up here and ride my white phosphorus boat faster."

Shi Yue responded and walked onto the white flying boat honestly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar made a seal with one hand, and a white light curtain suddenly appeared, covering the entire white flying boat inside.

Just hearing the word "go" from the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and with a "swish" sound, the white flying boat turned into a white light in the surprised eyes of everyone and flew towards the sky. After a few flashes, it disappeared into the sky.

The speed of the white flying boat was so fast that Shi Yue, who was standing on it, was shaken and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Shi Yue exerted his strength with both feet and was able to stand firm without falling. After standing firm, he looked out of the white light curtain.

The mountain peaks and buildings outside the flying boat all moved backwards at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the mountains and mountains beneath them turned into small black and green dots, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Soon, the white flying boat arrived at its destination, a very spacious medicine garden.

This medicine garden is five acres in size, with dozens of kinds of elixirs planted there. Linggu and Shiyue also saw several fruit trees.

The fruit trees were better, but the leaves were a little withered and yellow. The elixir and spirit grains were in a terrible state. They were all black and fell into pieces in the spiritual field. There was a rotten smell in the air.

"Nephew Shi, see if these elixirs can save people suffering from melanosis. If they can, give it a try!" the middle-aged Confucian scholar pointed at the spiritual field and said.

"I wonder if Uncle Master can tell me the story of how the elixir got sick, so that I can use the medicine according to the situation." Shi Yue thought for a moment and asked.

In fact, when Shi Yue saw the condition of Lingtian, he knew that the elixirs were suffering from melanism. However, he did not immediately treat the elixirs who were suffering from melanism. Instead, he asked the whole story of the incident in a pretentious manner.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar is a foundation-building monk, and Shi Yue must take him seriously and leave a good impression on him.

In response to Shi Yue's inquiry, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was not angry, but showed approval. In his opinion, this was a responsible spiritual planter. He carefully told Shi Yue about the illness caused by the spiritual medicine. go through.

After listening to the middle-aged Confucian scholar's statement, Shi Yue nodded. He was sure that the elixir was suffering from melanism.

He walked quickly to the spiritual field, squatted down, picked up a piece of soil, put it between his nose and sniffed it for a few times, then picked up a withered elixir, put it between his nose and sniffed it for a few times, and then stood up stand up.

"How's it going? Nephew Shi, can these elixirs save us?" Shi Yue's series of reactions were noticed by the middle-aged Confucian scholar. Unknowingly, his tone became much more polite.

"Replying to Uncle Liu, this disciple has thought of a way. You can give it a try, but it may not be effective. After all, your elixir has taken too long to cure the disease. I am not sure whether it can cure it." Shi Yue nodded and said.

He said with a serious face.

"Well, then you should give it a try!" the middle-aged scholar nodded and said pleasantly.

Shi Yue responded, turned his hand and took out a green ball the size of a fist. With a flick of his wrist, the green ball flew out and floated in the sky above the spiritual field.

After he struck a magic spell on the green bead, the green bead shattered, and a stream of extremely pure plant essence surged out.

Some elixirs absorbed the essence of plants and trees, and the black energy on the body became lighter.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded secretly.

Of course, the essence of plants and trees cannot cure these elixirs suffering from melanosis. Shi Yue just wanted to hide it. If he immediately took out the gourd and watered the elixir, the elixir would be cured immediately. This would make him look mediocre.

Shi Yue quickly made a hand with his fingers and began to mutter something. Not long after, the incantation in his mouth stopped, and after a burst of yellow light appeared in his hands, he pressed them into the spiritual field.

I saw bursts of yellow light, following Shi Yue's palm, sinking into the ground, and part of the soil in the spiritual field gradually turned from black to yellow.

Not long after, Shi Yue closed his spell and the yellow light on his hand disappeared.

Shi Yue stood up, raised his sleeves, and the gourd magical weapon flashed out, floating in the sky above the spiritual field.

After a spell was struck on it, the stopper of the gourd was opened, and a stream of light yellow liquid exuding a fishy smell poured down and fell into the spiritual field.

Shi Yue controlled the gourd instrument and watered the entire spiritual field with urine.

Wherever the urine fell, a black air rose up. The soil in the Lingtian changed from black to normal yellow, and the elixir returned to normal. Perhaps because it absorbed the essence of plants and trees, the color became brighter.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was filled with ecstasy, and he couldn't help but look at Shi Yue with a hint of approval.

"Uncle Liu, there is no problem. As long as you provide rain on time, the elixir will grow normally." Shi Yue put away the gourd weapon and said calmly.

"Nephew Shi, you did a good job, but what kind of liquid is in your gourd, and why does it taste so weird?" The middle-aged scholar praised, changed his tone, and changed the subject.

"Oh, that liquid is soaked in a variety of herbs. It has a strange taste. It can enhance the vitality of the elixir Linggu, improve the soil quality, and drive away some pests." Shi Yue explained seriously.

"I see, then do I still need to pour this liquid in the future?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded and said.

"Well, if there is no recurrence, there is no need. Just apply rain on time."

"Well, here are twenty spiritual stones. Let's take it as a reward for your treatment!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar took out twenty spiritual stones and handed them to Shi Yue.

"Thank you, Uncle Master." Shi Yue's face was filled with joy and he took the spirit stone with both hands.

Next, the middle-aged Confucian scholar asked Shi Yue a few questions and asked him to leave.

After leaving Uncle Liu's residence, Shi Yue flew back to Cuiyun Peak with his weapon.

As soon as he landed, more than a dozen Qi Refining Stage monks surrounded him.

"Junior Brother Shi, please help me cure my elixir!"

"Junior Brother Shi, we all belong to Qingyuan Peak, please help me heal my Spirit Valley first!"

"Junior Brother Shi, most of my spirit valleys are dead. If you don't help, they will all die."

These people talked in various directions, hoping that Shi Yue could help cure them with the elixir.

For a moment, Shi Yue didn't know who to help first.

"Junior Brother Shi, most of my two acres of spiritual beans have died. I am willing to offer ten spiritual stones, no, fifteen spiritual stones. I am willing to offer fifteen spiritual stones as a reward. I also ask Junior Brother Shi to help."

A red-faced old man with thick hands and feet couldn't squeeze in, so he shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yue's eyes lit up, he squeezed out of the crowd, walked quickly to the red-faced old man, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are too polite. Please lead the way. I will treat you right away."

"Junior Brother Shi, please come with me." Hearing this, the red-faced old man's face lit up, he sacrificed a leaf magic weapon and jumped up.

Shi Yue nodded, took out his leaf magic weapon, and jumped up.

The two people turned into two rays of green light and flew towards the sky.

After arriving at the red-faced old man's residence, Shi Yue followed the same pattern. He first asked a few questions, then checked the soil and spirit beans in the spiritual field, then used the Earth Spirit Technique and the Spring Rain Technique, and finally watered it with urine.

Shi Yue's series of actions greatly increased the red-faced old man's favor.

When the red-faced old man saw that his spirit beans had returned to normal, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He gratefully gave Shi Yue fifteen spirit stones, and then personally sent Shi Yue away.

As soon as Shi Yue returned to his residence, a group of Qi Refining Stage disciples gathered around him. This time, they also learned the lesson and started talking about how many spiritual stones they would give as reward.

Things are rare and valuable, and whoever gives more spiritual stones will be the first to be helped by Shi Yue to manage the spiritual fields.

In the next two days, Shi Yue was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water. He frequently appeared on various mountain peaks, helping fellow disciples or uncles and uncles manage the spiritual fields, and made a lot of money.

Of course, some shrewd people also saw this business opportunity, and they were similar to Shi Yuetao, and they inquired about the origin of the liquid in the gourd magic weapon.

Shi Yue remained tight-lipped about this. He would not leak out this way of making money.

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(Recently, book friends have been slow to respond to updates, and the author Zhu also knows that he is even more unhappy, but this is a farming novel, unlike a cool novel, it is difficult to write quickly. In order to ensure quality, the author Zhu must carefully check every chapter he writes.
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