The spiritual rice has matured. Zhang Zhixuan and his wife picked the spiritual rice while taking out a two-inch-long black paper crane from the house.
He used cinnabar to write dozens of words on the paper crane, and then with a tap of magic power, the black paper crane flew lightly into the sky and flew slowly towards the mountain gate.
This is a communication paper crane, with a magic called Thousand Mile Communication Technique sealed inside, which can be transmitted thousands of miles away.
If the journey exceeds a thousand miles, the mana stored in this paper crane will be exhausted.
Shanmen is only about five or six hundred miles away from Lushan County. At this distance, paper communication is relatively safe.
Unless there are monks who specifically intercept it on the road, the message can be transmitted to the mountain gate in less than two hours.
The two of them went east and west, picking spiritual rice separately. Just as Zhang Zhixuan stretched, he heard Qing Chan shouting, and even the picked spiritual rice was spilled into a puddle.
This kind of chalcedony rice cannot be put into the soil at all. Once the spiritual rice is in the soil, it will take root and sprout, and it will no longer be edible.
Zhang Zhixuan was about to scold her when he suddenly found that Qingchan's face was bruised and swollen. He ran over with tears in his eyes and sobbed loudly because he could not speak.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhixuan's heart softened. He picked up Qingchan and looked at it carefully and asked, "What's wrong? I was stung by a spiritual insect."
There are often some pests in these spiritual fields. Because there is spiritual energy in the spiritual fields and spiritual energy in the spiritual grass, these pests will slowly mutate and turn into all kinds of strange spiritual insects.
Some of them are quite dangerous and contain very powerful poisons. Even monks who are poisoned can sometimes die.
However, all things interact with each other, and generally speaking, an antidote can be found within thirty steps of a poisonous insect.
Qing Chan held back his tears, pulled Zhang Zhixuan's clothes and ran over, pointed at the seven or eight white jade-colored bees scattered in all directions, and began to scream.
"I know it was these bees that stung you. Don't worry, I will take care of them and avenge you." Zhang Zhixuan pointed at the beehive and smiled.
He first carefully observed Qingchan and found that although Qingchan's head was severely swollen, his life was not in danger.
Then he observed the size, shape, and habits of the white bees for a moment, and finally quickly entered the room and looked carefully from the stacks of bookshelves.
Because Zhang Zhixuan had just come down from the mountain and was not familiar with the work in Lingtianzhong, the seventh uncle, second uncle and other older generation Lingzhihus all wrote a lot of their own notes and gave them to him so that he could read them at any time.
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Moreover, Zhang Zhixuan is also very studious. During his more than ten years of cultivation, he often read various miscellaneous notes on cultivating immortals, and copied many books in the family collection so that he could read them at any time at the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Zhixuan flipped through several books, and finally opened a book of spiritual insects excitedly, pointed to the page above and said: "It's really the White Jade Bee.
Strange, how could there be White Jade Bees here?
In addition to being raised in the deep mountains of the Southern Wilderness, this kind of spirit insect is also raised at the gates of famous sects. How come it appears here for no reason?"
Zhang Zhixuan suppressed the doubts in his heart, ran out of the courtyard and carefully observed the hive of White Jade Bees, and found that there were many ordinary bees mixed in the hive of White Jade Bees, and there were only a dozen White Jade Bees mixed in in total.
"It turns out that wild bees mutated by absorbing spiritual energy." After discovering the reason, Zhang Zhixuan was overjoyed and thought to himself.
The White Jade Bee is a kind of spiritual insect that is very beneficial to immortal cultivators. The honey they produce is a second-level high-grade elixir.
Once the queen bee of the White Jade Bee advances to the third level, the royal jelly produced is a third-level mid-grade treasure. It can not only increase cultivation and nourish the body, but is also the main medicine for refining the third-level mid-grade Jade Bee Pill.
This kind of spiritual insect usually places its nest next to exotic flowers and plants.
"Except for Qingxuan Sect, I haven't heard of any nearby monks successfully cultivating White Jade Bees.
But this kind of spiritual thing, even if it is cultivated by other monks, it is probably not leaked out casually. After all, the third-level middle-grade royal jelly, even if it is not used to make elixirs, is still a very precious spiritual thing." Zhang Zhixuan thought in panic.
“Spiritual insects like the white jade bee cannot easily move their hives. If they leave their familiar environment, they will stop collecting honey, and may even go crazy and attack their companions.
These characteristics are the result of many years of bloody and tearful experience accumulated by the monks.
There are a total of more than a dozen white jade bees in this hive, and they look like they are only a first-level low-grade bee.
It can only be considered a recent mutation, and it will take tens to hundreds of years at the earliest to cultivate a third-level white jade queen bee."
Zhang Zhixuan used the object control technique to gently cut off a piece of honeycomb, then collected a little honey, crushed the honeycomb, and applied it to Qingchan's face.
The venom of the white jade bee is not too powerful. Although Qingchan was stung a few times, his life was not in danger.
Its honeycomb can also be regarded as a kind of spiritual object. It can remove bee venom when applied externally, and can also refine second-level middle-grade detoxifying pills.
"Do you want to drink honey water more often in the future?
If you want to drink honey water every day, you have to stare at this swarm of bees every day.
Once a new white bee appears, you must tell me immediately. If other weird bees appear, you must notify me as soon as possible.
Otherwise, all the white bees will die, and the honey will not be so sweet." Zhang Zhixuan touched the top of Qingchan's head and narrowed his eyes.
Qingchan looked at the hateful bees, drank the sweet and fragrant honey water, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
In order not to disturb the nest of white jade bees, the spiritual rice more than ten meters near the beehive was not picked.
After Zhang Zhixuan and the others finished picking the rice, they weighed it.
Today's spiritual rice harvest is good. Although three or four percent of the spiritual rice has not been picked, and Qingchan also scattered a few kilograms, the overall output is not much lower than last year.
From twenty-five acres of spiritual rice, the total yield has exceeded five thousand kilograms.
Of these more than five thousand kilograms of chalcedony rice, the family will not sell one and a half kilograms, but will all be provided to the monks in the clan for their cultivation.
The day after the paper crane was sent out, the family monks had already come down the mountain.
The monks who came to transport the spiritual rice were the seventh uncle Zhang Mengyuan and the seventeenth uncle Zhang Mengjian, followed by seven or eight young monks in their twenties.
The one with the highest level of cultivation has only reached the third level of Qi training, and the one with the lowest level has not yet broken through the innate level.
Several people were driving three huge carriages, and the horses pulling the carriages were nine feet tall. They looked mighty and majestic, and they did not look like ordinary horses.
"You even brought out the Cloud-Stepping Beast?" Zhang Zhixuan looked at the giant horse and asked strangely.
The Cloud-Stepping Beast is a spiritual beast domesticated by the Zhang family.
Two hundred years ago, Zhang Chuyun, a genius monk of the Zhang family, obtained a third-level high-grade demon beast flaming horse.
Through the family's direct relationship, the Zhang family purchased high-quality horses at high prices and bred them with them. After thousands of failures, they successfully bred a new horse breed.
Compared to common horse-like monsters, the Cloud-Stepping Beast has a much gentler personality. When running with all its strength, its speed is faster than that of a monk in the late stage of Qi training.
Moreover, this kind of spiritual beast also has very good endurance. It can run two thousand miles in one day and one night.
It's a pity that the grade of this kind of spiritual beast is not high. The newborn Cloud-Stepping Beast is only a low-grade first-grade beast. Even if it grows to adulthood, it is only a high-grade first grade.
Moreover, it is very difficult to give birth to this kind of spiritual beast. After two hundred years of operation, the family has only successfully cultivated a dozen cloud-walking beasts, and only seven are alive to this day.
"Taicheng County has not been peaceful in recent decades. For safety reasons, my 19th brother asked us to bring the Cloud-Stepping Beast with us.
In order to avoid danger on the road, even if we cannot defeat the enemy, we can still outrun them and bring Lingmi back safely." Qi Bo said with a smile.