The Lingongs in the shanty towns all had joy on their faces, and some even put on rare new clothes, as if they were going to attend some celebration.
Fang Xi walked among the bamboo forest, waved his right hand casually.
Qinghe sword flew out and cut off a piece of bamboo.
He knocked on the bamboo tube, listened to the thick echo inside, and nodded with satisfaction: "The spiritual rice is mature."
The next moment, Fang Xi lit the flames directly on the ground and roasted the bamboo tube.
As time passed, a fragrance mixed with rice and bamboo slowly spread out.
This is another way to eat Lingzhu rice, making it into bamboo tube rice.
For this period of time, he has been staying in the bamboo forest to protect the hard-to-mature spiritual rice and prevent some thieves and even pests.
For this reason, even Daliang was not even there.
Today, I finally gained something!
Bang!
After a while, the bamboo tube exploded and showed a full stream of spiritual rice.
The freshly matured spiritual rice grains are full and evenly divided. They fall on the tongue and it is almost melting, especially the fragrance that is refreshing.
Coupled with the bacon that Fang Xi brought, it would be a good meal.
After eating, Fang Xi felt the overflow of spiritual energy in his body and did not dare to neglect it. He quickly used the Changchun Art.
Not only that, after exercising the exercises, he set off his posture and honed his palms.
"Tsk tsk... Xiao Fang, are you refining your body?"
Time didn't know how long it had passed, and Fang Xi, who was immersed in martial arts, heard a playful voice, and quickly looked up and saw an iron-leaf boat magic weapon slowly landing from the air, and a man came down from above.
The other party was a male cultivator in his thirties, wearing a sky blue outerwear, smiling on his face, and looking very rich.
When Fang Xi saw this, he quickly stopped practicing martial arts and stood up to smile with him: "It's good to be in charge of Situ."
Seeing him looking at him, he quickly laughed: "I'm just having nothing to do, just practice mortal martial arts, making it a joke, and making it a joke..."
This fat man in blue is named "Situ Ying". He is from the Situ family and is in charge of part of the spiritual field.
For many Lingnongers on the mountain, they are the local emperors who have the power of life and death.
"Well, this spiritual bamboo grows well, you must have done your best."
Situ Ying walked among the bamboo forest, watched the growth of the spiritual rice, and nodded slightly.
"Where is it, the main thing is that Qingzhushan has outstanding people and strong spiritual energy, and the spiritual rice grows well."
While complimenting, Fang Xi took out a small gift bag and sent it over.
In the tip, there are only a few spirit crystals left by him.
Situ Ying took it and didn't have to open it and look at it. She knew the specific number, and her expression became softer: "Good boy, let's start harvesting... Since that's the case."
This scene made Fang Xi think of the previous life, which was recorded in the books he read.
This is probably what happened when landlords and tenants harvested in ancient times?
Because both of them are immortal cultivators, they harvest quickly.
Hurry!
The bamboo forest fell down and turned into bamboo rice.
In the end, Situ Ying took out a special large battle device from the storage bag on his waist and began to measure the weight.
"Storage magic weapon?"
Fang Xi stared at Situ Ying's gray waist, and the seemingly inconspicuous little bag, and began to envy again.
He doesn't have this kind of storage magic weapon...
"The harvest this year is good, and I harvested two stones of spiritual rice and another forty kilograms... The owner got half of it, which is only one hundred and twenty kilograms!"
Situ Ying fiddled with the abacus: "Now the price of Lingzhu rice has risen. If you sell your own private share, you can give you four spirit stones..."
Fang Xi calculated for a moment and said reluctantly: "I'll keep half..."
According to the land lease contract, he could have had half of the harvest, which is only 120 kilograms of spiritual rice.
If this spiritual rice is to be sold, it can only be sold to the Situ family.
The Situ family also opened a rice shop in the market, so the price can be severely reduced, and the spiritual crystals given are not high.
Lingnong often also needs to practice, so most of them still have to stay.
However, Situ Ying opened her mouth and asked Fang Xi to sell her share, and she was still a little greedy.
"Half, okay... I'll leave you sixty kilograms."
Situ Ying put the spiritual rice into the storage bag, threw down a small bag of spiritual crystals, and drove the iron-leaf boat and left.
Fang Xi opened the bag and found that there were only eighteen spirit crystals inside. He couldn't help but curse: "The vampire who plucked her hair by the geese, don't fall on my hands in the future..."
...
After harvesting, the Lingzhu rice needs to be continued until summer before it can continue sowing.
The seeds here are also very strange. There is no need for rice seeds, just to foster spiritual bamboo roots and grow bamboo shoots.
And when harvesting in spring and sowing again in summer, there is a period of slack farming.
Fang Xi walked back to the shack, preparing to renovate his home.
Just as he opened his door, he saw that there was a new person in Lao Maitou's room and was stunned.
"Is this fellow Taoist Fang? Here is the new Lingnong named Chen Ping."
Chen Ping looks twenty or thirty years old, and he is also in the early stage of Qi Refining, and his appearance looks ordinary.
At this moment, he smiled flatteringly, and then stuffed a low-quality 'dust removal talisman': "A mere gift, no respect."
"Thank you, let's go more in the future."
Fang Xi smiled and responded a few times, returned to his room, touched his chin: "In the past, Lingnong gave gifts, at most, he would give some snacks, Ling rice... This new fellow Taoist seems to have a lot of wealth...
… Could it be that he is a talisman maker?”
But immediately, I felt quite moved.
Lao Maitou has been a Lingnong for decades, but once he died, not many people remember him, and even the houses and fields were quickly transferred.
This is the reality of the world of immortal cultivation!
The lowest level of immortal cultivators are ants and leeks... they will grow again if they are cut.
"Yesterday was Lao Maitou, maybe it will be me tomorrow!"
Fang Xi laughed at herself.
With his personality, there will probably be even fewer people who remember him at that time.
"Well... I'm just taking advantage of this slack season to practice well."
Fang Xi practiced the three-level Qi refining technique of Fang Xi every day, but the progress was not fast.
On the contrary, the martial arts of Baiyun Palm has a bit of rapid progress.
...
Daliang.
Baiyun Martial Arts Hall.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
"Hello, senior brother."
Fang Xi, dressed in white clothes, walked into the martial arts hall, and the disciples in the outer courtyard all showed pleasant and admiring smiles.
If they were just impressed by the money from Chief Fang at the beginning, they now have a bit of admiration for the strong.
The reason is nothing else, Fang Xi’s progress is too fast!
Not only did you get started very quickly, you can complete the first transformation of qi and blood at home, but you also announced that you would break through the second transformation of qi and blood not long ago!
This made countless people secretly jealous.
‘But…what is jealousy?’
Fang Xi smiled slightly and entered the inner courtyard of Baiyun Martial Arts Hall.
"Senior Sister!"
After saying hello to Mu Piaomiao, he came to a ground stove.
This earthen stove is built with blue bricks and an iron pot is installed on it.
When Fang Xi arrived, a servant immediately lit the stove and poured the medicinal materials into the iron pot.
Looking closely, there are also wriggling centipedes and poisonous insects in the medicinal herbs, which make the scalp numb.
"After my Baiyun Palm enters the second transformation of Qi and blood through calcination, I will try to temper poison into the palm power!"
Fang Xi looked at his palms.
After two transformations of qi and blood, the skin of my palms was as tough, strong and powerful as cowhide.
This is the basis for practicing poison skills.
After all, palm power is used to harm one's body.
Even though the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall has a special antidote, it is still a terrifying injury over time.
raging!
The flames licked the bottom of the pot violently, making the soup in the iron pot thicker, blue-black and fishy...
Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged. After the water boiled, he directly inserted his palms into it.
Hurry!
The boiling venom rippled between his palms, and he silently circulated changes in his qi and blood to absorb the power of toxins.
‘Sure enough, only the strong body and even the qi and blood after the second transformation of Qi and Blood can absorb slightly toxins... Too advanced practice may be to poison your palms!’
After half an hour of practice, Fang Xi withdrew his red hands and looked at his palms.
I saw that in my palm, whenever I circulate my qi and blood, a ball of gray suddenly appeared.
"Is this the poisonous palm? The white cloud palm in the dark cloud realm? No... it should just be the beginning..."
There are three levels of White Cloud Palm: White Cloud, Dark Cloud, and Black Cloud!
Among them, the white clouds are the first and second changes of qi and blood, and the palms are as white as jade.
The dark clouds reach the stage of three changes in Qi and blood. When they start to exercise, their palms will turn into black and the poisonous power will be achieved slightly.
Fang Xi is now in the middle stage of the second change and the third change.
As for the final black cloud level, it is to truly cultivate true power and achieve great success in the poisonous palm!
It is said that when Mu Canglong was truly exercising his skills, his palms were as dark as ink, and even the wind was full of poison!
"I have a lot of financial resources and can buy all kinds of strange poisons and temper them into my palms, so I progress very quickly..."
Fang Xi stood with his palms closed, silently thinking about his martial arts progress.
In addition, he can use his own spiritual consciousness to see inside, repair physical damage, and excrete toxins, which is also a major advantage!
With so many advantages, Fang Xi’s progress on Baiyun’s palm is naturally a thousand miles a day, and even Wu Ji has been surpassed. Although he is still very enthusiastic in front of others recently, his vision behind him is a bit interesting.
‘In the entire martial arts hall, just about martial arts, there are only Mu Piaomiao and Mu Canglong above me, right?’
Fang Xi thought to himself.
‘Wuji is not a good match. Liu Taotao has a lack of character. In terms of honesty and calmness, maybe Tang Xuan will come from behind in the future... he can make a little friendship.’
Just as he was thinking, the handsome Wu Ji came to the backyard with a kind smile on his face: "Junior Brother Fang..."
"Senior Brother Wu, is there something wrong?" Fang Xi raised his eyebrows.
"This... Senior brother has been short of money in order to practice martial arts recently, so I don't know if my junior brother..."
As soon as Wu Ji opened his mouth, he borrowed money.
‘This boat of friendship is about to roll over.’ Fang Xi rolled his eyes secretly.