Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Beiyue City, Taiyang District.

Miao Chen and He Zhiping walked weakly on the bustling street. Both of them looked not very energetic. Not only that, they had to be on guard against the eyes of the people around them at all times, fearing that a few words would cause physical pain.

Just half a year ago, when they each got the middle-grade spirit stone, they were full of vigor.

Thinking that with such a huge sum of money, they could be as carefree as they wanted?

Are the female cultivators in Beiyue City still playing around?

But in less than a month, the two spent all the two hundred low-grade spirit stones, leaving nothing behind!

Yes!

The middle-grade spirit stones seem to be a lot, but where does it come from?

If such a large amount of spirit stones were in Guchen Market, it would probably take a lifetime to spend.

But in Beiyue City?

In a city where foundation building is everywhere and Qi refining is worse than dogs, it is not enough to look at!

Therefore, for the remaining months, they relied on the few fasting pills on their bodies to survive.

Now, even returning to the foot of Ziyun Peak to farm has become a luxury...

"Daoyou He, what are your plans?" Miao Chen curled his eyes, fearing that he would be beaten half to death for saying something wrong.

"Daoyou Miao, what do you think?"

He Zhiping couldn't make up his mind either.

In theory, Motai Mountain is recruiting disciples, and the spiritual plant husbands at the foot of the mountain have a good chance.

But they have been away for more than half a year, and the spiritual plants in the fields are probably already abandoned, and the weeds are probably as tall as a person.

It is impossible to enter the final stage if we go back at this time.

"If you ask me, we should go back!" Miao Chen thought for a while and continued, "Our wives are still here. Although they can't farm, the land will not fall into the hands of others. We have no hope this year, but there are still next year and the year after! As long as we can become disciples of Motai Mountain, we will really become dragons and phoenixes among people!"

"But, can we do it?"

After years of setbacks, He Zhiping has already recognized his position.

It's just the sadness of a poor little person.

"In terms of talent or cultivation, we may not be good enough. But didn't you hear them? This time, Motai Mountain will select 5 of the most capable farmers as disciples! We don't have any other skills, so how can we not farm?"

Miao Chen's persuasion gradually made He Zhiping waver.

"I think, why don't we leave immediately! Get back to Ziyun Peak before winter and prepare for next year's competition now! Besides! No matter how bad we are, we are better than Chen Mo, right?"

"That's right."

He Zhiping, who was originally hesitant, finally couldn't resist the persuasion and agreed with the other party's opinion.

The two carefully passed through the crowd, coming in a hurry and leaving stealthily.

...

A month later, all the flowers on Motai Peak bloomed.

Now it looks like a sea of ​​flowers.

Originally, Song Yunxi suspected that Chen Mo had a lover, so he made this scene of a thousand miles of fragrant flowers.

But when the other party explained that these were all flowers from the Nianyu Sect, Song Yunxi just gave him a thumbs up and said sincerely: "What a brother!"

Waiting for this scene, Chen Mo took out the Yin-Yang sound transmission tube. When the spiritual energy of both sides was connected, a long-lost voice came.

"You still remember to look for me?" Tan Taifei seemed a little unhappy, but soon recovered, "Tell me, what do you want to find me for?"

"The Cordyceps is ripe, do you want to come to Motai Peak?" Chen Mo smiled and whispered.

Tan Taifei, who always agreed very readily, hesitated at this moment.

After a long while, she said: "Oh! You just said it now. I just closed my eyes for a while, how about I arrange another person to go with you to get it?"

"Closed again?"

"Yes."

"You won't run away with the treasure?"

Chen Mo suddenly said.

"What?!" Concubine Tan Tai didn't react at first to what running away meant, and when she came to her senses, she immediately replied, "You're talking nonsense."

"When will you come out of retreat? Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to sell it, and I won't make much money if I sell it to you."

Chen Mo shrugged.

The flower sea around Mo Tai Peak blooms for about 6 to 9 months, so it's still early.

"I don't know, one or two years at the shortest, seven or eight years at the longest." Tan Tai Fei's normal tone also heard some disappointment.

And this sentence also made Chen Mo silent.

After a while, in order to ease the atmosphere, he deliberately said: "It seems that you really ran away."

"I didn't."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I live a long time, I'll wait for you to come out of retreat." Chen Mo said in a nonchalant tone.

"I..."

"Everyone has their own life, right?"

...

The Yin-Yang sound transmission tube was disconnected.

The communication between the two also ended in silence.

Chen Mo laughed at himself, then looked at the flowers all over the mountain under Motai Peak, and said to himself:

"It turns out that men are more suitable for careers."

The relationship between him and Concubine Tan Tai is very subtle, similar to the saying "If you are close to her, she will be disrespectful, if you are far away, she will complain."

From the first time Chen Mo saw her, he knew that she was a person who played with the world.

There may not be many people in the world who can make double cultivation so fast.

But this also fits Chen Mo's character of being alone in two lives.

This is just like the four sentences he summed up in his previous life in terms of feelings:

Fall in love with someone;

Fall in love with someone;

Fall in love with someone;

Fall in love with someone.

Only after experiencing these four levels, will one's emotional life be fulfilled.

Thinking of this, he smiled for no reason again.

"Do I owe her more, or does she owe me more?"

After asking his heart, he finally got an answer.

"Why bother so much? It's just fate."

Chen Mo is not a self-pitying person. Since the beauty is not coming, let the sea of ​​flowers on the mountain spread in the wind.

This is also a beautiful scene.

It is also - helpless.

The purple crystal frost grass in the field is ripe, and it is time to harvest it.

Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, stepped into the spiritual field with bare feet carefully, picked the frost grass in the field one by one, and put it in a special jade pot.

These are the third-level spiritual plants necessary for refining Xuanqing Yangyuan Dan, and they are also the foundation for the future rise of Chen Mo and Motai Mountain.

…

The 19 continents of Wuchi, with Zhongzhou as the most respected, are divided into four directions: South, North, West and North, namely South, North, West and East.

The size of each continent is beyond imagination. Even the nearest Yuntian Continent is more than 100,000 miles away from Pingdu Continent.

If it were not for the teleportation array, even if the immortals in the Jindan realm flew day and night, it would take several months to fly, not to mention the magic caves guarded by the generals of each continent between the continents, the dangers in between are even more unpredictable.

If it were not for the teleportation array of Wangshen Palace connecting them, the 19 continents would have been in disarray.

A ray of light came on, and Concubine Tan Tai, who was dressed in white and white with bare shoulders, also stepped into the North Continent.

The first volume "Rise" ended, and the writing was bumpy and the results were terrible.

However, it also completed a basic transition. Farming for hegemony, farming for hegemony, farming must always be for hegemony, right? From tomorrow, we will enter the next volume "Struggle for Hegemony".