The spiritual farmers in the shanty town all had happy faces, and some even put on rare new clothes, as if they were going to attend some celebration.
Fang Xi was walking in the bamboo forest and waved her right hand casually.
The Green He Sword flew out and chopped off a section 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 a flame directly on the ground and roasted the bamboo tube.
As time passed, a fragrance mixed with rice and bamboo gradually spread out.
This is another way to eat Lingzhu Rice, which is made into bamboo tube rice.
Since this period of time, he has been staying in the bamboo forest to take care of the spiritual rice, which is not easy to mature, and to prevent small thieves and even pests.
For this reason, I even stopped going to Great Liang.
Today, I finally have something to gain!
Snap!
After a while, the bamboo tube exploded, revealing the rice inside.
The newly ripe rice has plump grains and is evenly divided. It almost melts when it falls on the tongue. Especially the fragrance is refreshing.
Paired with the bacon that Fangxi brings, it’s a good meal.
After eating, Fang Xi felt the spiritual energy in her body overflowing. She did not dare to neglect and quickly performed the Changchun Jue technique.
Not only that, after running the technique, he opened his posture and honed his palms.
"Tsk tsk...Xiao Fang, are you refining your body?"
I don't know how much time had passed. Fang Xi, who was somewhat immersed in martial arts, heard a joking voice. She quickly raised her head and saw an iron leaf boat magic weapon slowly descending from mid-air, and a person came down from it.
The other party was a male cultivator in his thirties, wearing a sky blue uniform, with a smile on his face, and he looked very rich.
When Fang Xi saw her, she quickly stopped practicing martial arts and stood up with a smile on her face: "Situ is in charge."
Seeing him looking at her, she quickly laughed again: "I just have nothing to do and practice some mortal martial arts. It makes me laugh, I make me laugh..."
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.
To many spiritual farmers on the mountain, they are the earthly emperors who hold the power of life and death.
"Well, this piece of spiritual bamboo is growing well. You must have done your best."
Situ Ying walked among the bamboo forests, watching the growth of Lingmi, and nodded slightly.
"No matter where you are, the main thing is that Qingzhu Mountain has outstanding people and good spiritual energy, so the spiritual rice grows well."
While complimenting, Fang Xi took out a small bag of tips and gave it over.
Inside the kit are the few spiritual crystals he has left.
Situ Ying took it and knew the exact number without even opening it. His expression became softer: "Good boy, let's get on with it... In that case, let's start harvesting."
This scene made Fang Xi think of her past life, which was recorded in the books she read.
This is probably what the ancient landowners and tenant farmers looked like when they harvested, right?
Because both of them are immortal cultivators, they can harvest quickly.
Wow!
Pieces of bamboo forest fell down and turned into bamboo rice.
At the end, Situ Ying took out a special large magic weapon from the storage bag on his waist and began to measure the weight.
"Storage magic weapon?"
Fang Xi stared at the dusty, seemingly inconspicuous little bag on Situ Ying's waist, and began to envy it again.
He doesn't have this kind of storage magic weapon...
"This year's harvest is good, with two stones and forty catties of spiritual rice harvested... The master's family will get half of it, which is one hundred and twenty catties!"
Situ Ying fiddled with his abacus: "Now the price of Lingzhu Rice has increased. If you sell your private share, I can give you four Lingshi..."
Fang Xi thought about it and reluctantly said, "I'll keep half..."
According to the land lease contract, he could have received half of the harvest, which was one hundred and twenty kilograms of 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 Fangshi, so they could lower the price very hard, and the spiritual crystals they gave were not high.
And spiritual farmers often have to practice, so most of them still have to stay.
However, Situ Ying was a bit greedy when he asked Fang Xi to sell his share.
"Half, that's fine... I'll leave you sixty pounds."
Situ Ying put the spiritual rice into the storage bag, threw down a small bag of spiritual crystals, and left in the iron leaf boat.
Fang Xi opened the bag and took a look and found that there were only eighteen spiritual crystals inside. She couldn't help but cursed secretly: "Vampires who pluck their feathers, please don't fall into my hands in the future..."
…
After Lingzhu rice is harvested, it cannot be sown until summer.
The sowing here is also very strange. It does not require rice seeds, it only requires the roots of bamboo to grow bamboo shoots.
Between harvesting in the spring and planting again in the summer, there is a period of slack.
Fang Xi strolled back to the shack, planning to renovate her home.
Just when he opened the door of his house, he was startled to see that there was a new person in Lao Maitou's house.
"Is this Fellow Daoist Fang? I am the new spiritual farmer named Chen Ping."
Chen Ping looks to be in his twenties or thirties, in the early stages of Qi refining, and his appearance looks ordinary.
At this time, he smiled ingratiatingly and thrust over a low-grade ‘dust-removing talisman’: “It’s just a small gift, not a sign of respect.”
"Thank you. I'll move around more in the future."
Fang Xi responded with a smile, returned to her room, and touched her chin: "In the past, when Ling Nong gave gifts, he would only give some snacks at most, Ling rice... This new Taoist friend seems to be quite wealthy...
... Could it be that he is a Talisman Maker?"
But immediately, I felt quite emotional.
Lao Maitou had been a spiritual farmer for decades, but once he died, not many people remembered him, and even his houses and fields were quickly transferred.
This is the reality of the world of immortality!
The lowest level cultivators are ants, leeks... you can cut them casually, they will always grow back anyway.
"Yesterday it was Lao Maitou, tomorrow it might be me!"
Fang Xi laughed to herself.
Given his character, there will probably be even fewer people who remember him by then.
"That's alright... I just take advantage of this leisure time to practice hard."
Fang Xi practices the third-level Qi refining technique of Changchun Jue every day, but the progress is not fast.
On the contrary, the martial art of Baiyun Palm has made rapid progress.
…
Great Liang.
Baiyun Martial Arts School.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
"Hello, senior brother."
Fang Xi, dressed in a white outfit, walked into the martial arts hall, and the disciples in the outer courtyard all showed flattering and admiring smiles.
If at first, they were just impressed by Mr. Fang's wealth, now they are even more impressed by the strong man.
There is no other reason than that Fang Xi’s progress is too fast!
Not only did he get started quickly, he could complete the first transformation of qi and blood at home, and he recently announced that he had broken through the second transformation of qi and blood!
This makes countless people secretly jealous.
'But...what's the use of jealousy?'
Fang Xi smiled slightly and entered the inner courtyard of Baiyun Martial Arts School.
"Sister!"
After saying hello to Mu Piaomiao, he went to an earthen stove by himself.
The earthen stove was built with green bricks, and an iron pot was placed on it.
When Fang Xi arrived, servants immediately lit the stove and poured medicinal materials into the iron pot one sack after another.
If you look carefully, you will see that among the medicinal materials, there are also poisonous insects such as squirming centipedes and spiders, which make your scalp numb.
"After my White Cloud Palm enters the second transformation of qi and blood through the calcining method, I will try to quench the poison into the palm power!"
Fang Xi looked at her palms.
After two transformations of Qi and blood, the skin of his palms was as tough and strong as cowhide.
This is the basis for practicing poisonous skills.
After all, quenching poison with palm power will also damage your own body.
Even though Baiyun Martial Arts School has a special antidote, over time, the injuries will be horrific.
raging!
The tongue of fire licked the bottom of the pot violently, making the soup in the iron pot thicker and thicker, turning black and fishy...
Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged. After the water boiled, she directly inserted her palms into it.
Wow!
The boiling venom rippled between his palms, and he silently circulated the changes in his energy and blood, absorbing the power of the poison.
'Sure enough, only a strong body after the second transformation of qi and blood, and even qi and blood, can absorb a little bit of poison... If you practice too much ahead of schedule, your palms may be poisoned!'
After half an hour of practice, Fang Xi took back her red hands and looked at her palms.
I saw that in the palm of my hand, whenever I circulated my energy and blood, a gray mass suddenly appeared.
"Is this the poison palm? The white cloud palm of the dark cloud realm? No... it should be just the beginning..."
The White Cloud Palm has three levels: white cloud, dark cloud, and black cloud!
Among them, Baiyun represents the first and second changes of qi and blood, and his palms are as white as jade.
Wu Yun has reached the third stage of Qi and blood transformation. When he starts to exercise his power, his palms turn into a pitch-black color, indicating that his poison power has been completed.
Fang Xi is currently in the middle stage between the second change and the third change.
As for the final black cloud level, it is to truly develop your true power and master the Poison Palm!
It is said that when Mu Canglong is really practicing his martial arts, his palms are as black as ink, and even the wind in his palms is filled with poison!
"I have abundant financial resources and can purchase all kinds of strange poisons and refine them into my hands, so I make rapid progress..."
Fang Xi stood up with her palms closed, silently thinking about her martial arts progress.
In addition, he can use his own spiritual consciousness to see inside, repair physical damage, and eliminate toxins, which is also a major advantage!
With so many advantages stacked up, Fang Xi's progress in Baiyun's palm has naturally been rapid, and even Wu Ji has been surpassed. Recently, although he is still very enthusiastic in front of people, the sight behind him is a bit interesting.
'In the entire martial arts hall, in terms of martial arts alone, the only ones who are better than me are Mu Piaomiao and Mu Canglong, right?'
Fang Xi thought to herself.
'Wu Ji is not good enough, Liu Taotao has a defective character, and is honest and steady. In the future, Tang Xuan might still come from behind... we can make some friends.'
Just as he was thinking, the handsome Wu Ji came to the backyard with a kind smile on his face: "Junior Brother Fang..."
"Brother Wu, is something wrong?" Fang Xi raised her eyebrows.
"This...Senior Brother has been short of money recently in order to practice martial arts. I don't know that Junior Brother..."
When Wu Ji opened his mouth, it was to borrow money.
‘This boat of friendship is about to capsize.’ Fang Xi rolled her eyes secretly.
