The sun has not yet set, and Zhang Zhixuan has already arrived at the edge of Lushan County leisurely.
The Zhang family's spiritual field is not on the mountain, but next to a spiritual well ten miles southeast of Lushan County.
This spiritual well appeared three hundred years ago. Overnight, a trickle of spiritual energy emerged from an ordinary well.
Although the monks of the Zhang family went deep into the well several times to see if there were any spiritual objects, they found nothing. Instead, the monks of the Zhang family found another spiritual well.
Especially in the past hundred years, the spiritual energy in this spiritual well has become more and more abundant. Relying on the slow irrigation of this spiritual well, the Zhang family monks have opened up thirty acres of spiritual fields in a hundred years.
The spiritual field is not an ordinary field. Its soil contains spiritual energy and can cultivate various spiritual herbs and elixirs. For every family and sect that cultivates immortals, these are the most precious assets besides spiritual veins.
He opened the messenger jade talisman and notified the seventh uncle Zhang Mengyuan who was guarding here.
Zhang Mengyuan is sixty-eight years old and at the eighth level of qi training. His spiritual qualifications are not very good. Now that he is old, his qi and blood have begun to weaken. Unless he takes some precious panacea, his cultivation will not increase much.
Already.
At Zhang Mengyuan's age, he will gradually take a back seat in the family. In a dozen years, he will return to the mountain to retire and start educating the next generation of monks.
Wave after wave came from the fog, and three or four brick houses suddenly appeared in the fog.
An old farmer who was dressed like he was in his fifties or sixties opened the door, took a careful look at Zhang Zhixuan and said: "I wonder who will replace me, it turns out to be Zhixuan's nephew.
I remember that my nephew is still underage, so he shouldn’t be able to contribute to the family yet!”
"Uncle Nineteen said that the family was short of manpower, so he had to send his nephew down the mountain early." Zhang Zhixuan cupped his hands and said respectfully.
"Nephew, you don't have to be polite. Since my nephew is able to go down the mountain, I think his cultivation is already quite extraordinary?" Zhang Mengyuan waved his hand indifferently and said.
Zhang Zhixuan took a closer look at his seventh uncle and found that Zhang Mengyuan was almost slovenly and had a somewhat carefree personality.
"My nephew broke through another level a few days ago and has reached the sixth level of Qi training." Zhang Zhixuan replied.
"Compared to me, my wise nephew is really the best among people.
When I was your age, I had just broken through the eighth level of innateness. It was only in the second year after I came down from the mountain that I entered the Qi training stage.
Then for more than ten years, he worked in the shops in Family Square City, and then returned to the mountain gate to practice hard for five or six years before entering the fourth level of Qi training. At the age of fifty-one, his cultivation was comparable to that of his nephew." Zhang Mengyuan envied him.
Looking at Zhang Zhixuan, he sighed and said.
Among the four generations of monks: Zhang Jiale, Meng, Zhi, and Si, the Le generation has long since aged, and only the patriarch has reached the foundation-building stage.
Among the dozens of monks from the three generations of Meng, Zhi, and Si, there is only Zhang Mengling, a monk with second spiritual roots, and the rest is Zhang Zhixuan, whose cultivation speed can rival those with second spiritual roots.
The Zhang family has a population of more than 30,000 to 40,000, but there are only a hundred people with spiritual roots who can cultivate, including seven foreign monks who have become married and submitted.
Although the Zhang family's rules are relatively tolerant and can treat casual cultivators equally if they join the family, there are still only a few monks who would give up their ancestors and join the family.
These monks who have entered the family are all old guys with poor spiritual roots and are over forty or fifty years old. Basically, they cannot bring much help to the family.
On the contrary, it is their descendants, because their ancestors possess spiritual roots, and the probability of having spiritual roots in their bodies is ten times greater than that of ordinary mortals, and they are often able to fully integrate into the Zhang family.
There are tens of thousands of people in the family, and there are also immortal cultivators mixed in. Sometimes monks of the same age may be separated by more than ten generations.
Therefore, the monks in the family do not judge their friendship based on their seniority in the mortal world.
Rather, it relies on Le Meng from the beginning of the dynasty, and his ambitions and ideas connect to the source, and his prosperity leads to luxuriance and prosperity.
Unless they are direct relatives, they will follow their father's line of succession.
For example, Zhang Zhixuan, his father is a monk of the Meng generation, and he is his father's direct son, so naturally he is a monk of the Zhi generation.
Generally speaking, according to his age, he is already a monk of the Si generation.
It is said that seven or eight years ago, monks of the same generation gave birth to a seedling with extraordinary spiritual roots. Unfortunately, it was plotted by the enemy.
Anyway, in the past seven or eight years, this person seems to have disappeared.
At that time, the matter caused quite a stir, and the clan leader Zhang Leqian severely punished the clan members who leaked the secrets. He used a flying sword to chop off the heads of two clan monks who leaked the secrets to enforce the clan rules.
Zhang Zhixuan came to the spiritual well and saw dozens of acres of fields scattered around the spiritual well. Most of the fields had already been harvested, and only the most important thirty acres were shrouded in mist.
Zhang Mengyuan led Zhang Zhixuan into the gate, pointed to the fog beside him and said: "There is a second-level high-grade formation here called the Small Mystery Formation. We rely on these fogs to guard the most important thirty acres of spiritual land.
This is a magic formula for controlling formations. You must memorize it carefully. In a few days at most, after harvesting these acres of yellow bud grass, I will be ready to go back to the mountain." Zhang Mengyuan took out a book from his arms. , handed it to Zhang Zhixuan and said.
Among the thirty acres of spiritual fields of the Zhang family, three acres of spiritual fields have been cultivated for many years and are already second-level middle-grade spiritual fields. Three acres of yellow bud grass are planted in them, which are the main raw materials for refining second-order middle-grade golden bud pills.
The yellow bud grass only matures every five years. When the yellow bud grass matures, Zhang Mengquan, the alchemist of the Zhang family, will come here to refine the golden bud pill on a large scale.
The remaining eight-acre spiritual field has been cultivated even better and is already a second-level high-grade spiritual field.
There are dozens of various elixirs planted inside, which looks full of inspiration.
Among these dozens of elixirs, the oldest one is over three hundred years old.
That 300-year-old white jade ginseng is already considered a fourth-level low-grade elixir, and its price exceeds at least 1,500 spiritual stones.
The remaining twenty-five acres of spiritual fields are all low-grade first-level spiritual fields, and they are also planted with ordinary chalcedony rice.
This kind of rice is also a first-level low-grade spiritual grass, which can strengthen the inner breath and assist innate monks in their cultivation.
It can nourish the physical body, and even monks in the Foundation Stage who cannot live without grains will often use this rice to accompany their meals.
This kind of rice takes nine months to mature, and the yield per mu is less than 200 kilograms, which is barely enough for the Zhang family monks themselves.
When Zhang Zhixuan first started practicing, the family could only supply one tael of chalcedony rice a day. After breaking through the innateness, it became 3 taels. After entering the middle stage of Qi training, he only had 5 taels of chalcedony rice to go with his meals every day, which was just less than a small bowl.
This kind of rice is as big as broad beans, with plump grains, like white chalcedony, and it also contains a trace of spiritual energy. An ordinary warrior only needs to eat a small bowl and will not feel hungry for three or four days in a row.
The task of going down the mountain to guard the spiritual field usually lasts five years. A young genius like Zhang Zhixuan, who is treated as if he has two spiritual roots, can practice freely on the mountain gate for five years after completing the task of guarding the spiritual field once.