After hearing what the thin old man said, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sit up straight with a serious expression.
"Yes, the second-grade Qingmiaoling tea seedlings, the tea leaves picked after maturity have the effect of purifying the mind and making sense. It can resist the invasion and pollution of many types of evil spirits to a certain extent. It is very popular among middle-level and high-level monks who practice Qi."
"I have six seedlings in my hand, three of them have to be given to other spiritual plant masters in the hall, and the remaining three can be given to you at a low price if you are willing."
"Of course I do."
Lu Xuan quickly agreed.
"Thank you, Mr. He, for giving me this opportunity."
He stood up and thanked the thin old man.
"You have earned this by yourself. If it weren't for your ability to grow high-quality spiritual plants stably, I wouldn't have given them to you."
Guanshi He looked at Lu Xuan with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
"He Lao!"*3
The three of them stood up at the same time and greeted them warmly.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, calm down, there are few in Baicaotang who are more suitable for growing Qingmiao Ling tea than us."
Lu Xuan replied decisively.
"Twenty years."
A monk next to him could not help but spit out the herbal tea that he had not yet swallowed.
"Do you have a few questions to confirm before handing it over to you?"
The swarthy middle-aged monk blurted out with a shocked tone.
"Yeah?"
"It's just a fluke that I won the prize. I have to ask fellow Taoists for advice on how to plant spiritual plants."
"puff!"
But what Guanshi said so confidently and confidently made him have no choice but to believe it.
"But that young man has been involved in planting spiritual plants for less than three years. Among the spiritual plants he recently brought over, there are less than forty spiritual plants. The lowest ones are of good quality, and there are even eight plants of perfect quality."
"Mr. He, are you too old and confused to hand over such an important second-grade spiritual plant to a young man who is less than twenty years old?"
"It's okay if you don't. Just wait here and I'll come as soon as I can."
One of them lowered his head and asked.
Seeing the attitudes of the three, Guanshi He knew that they already believed most of them, so he came up with the idea of introducing Lu Xuan to the three of them, so that he could make friends with a few more fellow spiritual planters.
"He is in Baicao Hall now. If you have any questions, you can go and see for yourself."
"You three have been cooperating with Baicaotang for a long time. Can you tell me how many years you have been cultivating elixirs?"
"I have calculated before that about 30% of the cultivated fireflies are of ordinary quality, about 50% of them are of good quality, and the remaining 20% are of excellent quality."
The thin old man curled his lips.
"May I ask if you are fellow Taoist Lu Xuan?"
The swarthy middle-aged monk came to the young man's side, bowed and asked.
The thin old man heard this and sneered.
The dark-skinned middle-aged monk licked his lips a few times, but in the end did not utter a rebuttal.
With the accumulation of various factors, planting three second-grade spiritual plants is naturally a piece of cake.
"Friend Lu Dao, please stop making fun of us. You are a spiritual planter who has grown perfect quality. There is nothing else you need to ask us for advice."
The three comforted each other and took a sip of the cooled spiritual tea in the tea cup to calm down.
After a long time, a dark-skinned middle-aged monk asked Steward He.
There is still a small area left in the courtyard of the spiritual field. Planting three second-grade spiritual plants should not be a big problem. The spiritual energy is much richer and purer than the original spiritual field, and there is a spiritual spring for irrigation.
In a spacious and bright house, three spiritual planters were sitting on wooden chairs, moving around from time to time, showing that they were not in a peaceful mood.
And that young man had eight perfect-quality fireflies out of a mere thirty. How could he accept it all at once?
When the three of them heard this, they hurriedly came to the hall and immediately noticed the handsome young man standing at the edge of the wooden cabinet.
"No, he is a young man, less than twenty years old, in the prime of life."
Lu Xuan said in return.
"Isn't it true that there is no return and three second-grade spiritual plant seedlings were lost in vain?"
"Where's the perfect quality one?"
"That's right, it's down there."
"Can the concentration and area of the spiritual energy of the spiritual field you own keep up? Qingmiao Lingcha is more domineering. No other spiritual plants are allowed around it, and the demand for spiritual energy is also relatively large."
"How is it impossible? I personally inspect all the fireflies. Do you mean there is something wrong with my eyesight?"
He Guanshi asked leisurely.
The middle-aged monk glanced at the wooden cabinet and saw more than twenty firefly plants in excellent condition, and the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared.
"The three Taoist friends have gone back. I have told you a long time ago that there is already a suitable candidate for Qingmiao Lingcha. Why do you have to embarrass me?"
One of them hesitated and asked in a low voice.
Baicaotang inner courtyard.
The three of them looked at each other, and they could all see the confusion and helplessness between them.
When the three of them heard this, their expressions froze.
The three of them looked at each other with a wry smile on their lips.
"Sure enough, he is the best among men. It is reasonable to be able to grow the perfect quality firefly grass."
The last monk said to himself with a smile.
"Then how much high-quality mature fireweed can be obtained when planting the firefly grass that is most in demand in Baicaotang?"
"How can it be so simple with perfect quality? The requirements for spiritual planters and spiritual energy are too high. For casual spiritual planters, it is completely unattainable."
"I want to lose two years, eighteen years."
"How can it be?!"
"It's just a lack of talent, and it's been twenty-five years."
"no problem."
"I wonder if the manager can introduce the young spiritual planter to us."
The results given by the other two were completely different from his.
"I wonder which spiritual planter Mr. He plans to hand over the Qingmiao Lingcha? Could it be Old Shen from the West District? Although he is experienced and experienced, he is already old and weak. I am afraid it will be difficult to successfully grow the Lingcha."
"Why is He Guanshi so stubborn? He just kept holding on to the three Qingmiaoling tea seedlings and wouldn't let go."
More importantly, you can control the status of the spiritual plant at any time and make fine adjustments according to its needs to satisfy it.
Not long after, Guanshi He entered the house.
He Guanshi frowned slightly and spoke sharply.
Everyone was carrying the sedan chair, Lu Xuan replied politely.
"That is, we have cooperated with Baicaotang for many years and have rich experience in cultivating spiritual plants. If you don't leave it to us, who else can you leave it to? Then He Guanshi is just selling it at a price, hoping to get some benefits."
"Friend Lu Dao, I would like to ask, how do you grow the perfect quality firefly?"
What Guanshi He said was too unbelievable to him. He himself has been a spiritual planter for more than 20 years, and he knows how rare it is to plant perfect quality spiritual plants.
“How to grow perfect quality fireflies?”
Lu Xuan looked troubled, and gently rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand, which finally turned into a sigh.
"This is a secret that is not shared. It is really not convenient to tell others."