Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

At the beginning, Ni Yijun still had a faint smile on his face.

But soon, when her eyes rested on Zuo Qiuyun, her brows suddenly wrinkled.

However, this emotion was fleeting, and he soon ignored the two people behind Chen Mo and started chatting with Chen Mo.

"I still have to thank you."

"Senior, what are you talking about? I could only do so little, but you saved my life. Please accept my respects, junior."

Chen Mo knelt down on one knee again, clasped his hands in his fists, and thanked him.

Worshiping twice in a row can be said to be a sincere gesture!

Perhaps because when he first came to the spiritual world, the first person he met was Wang Lixia, so he naturally felt close to Ni Yijun.

Of course, it may also be that the other party has lived for six or seven hundred years, has experienced the vicissitudes of life, has insight into people's hearts, and can easily grasp people's hearts with just a few gestures.

The older a person gets, the wiser they naturally become.

"Get up." Ni Yijun said calmly.

This time, she didn't take action, so she accepted the kindness.

"Senior, can you lend me a moment to speak?"

After Chen Mo stood up, he looked around and saw another Nian Yu Sect elder behind her.

Ni Yijun nodded slightly, obviously having this intention.

She turned around and walked into the waterfall step by step with Qinglian at her feet.

"Brother Yi, please wait here. I'll come as soon as I go."

After bidding farewell to Yi Tingsheng, Chen Mo nodded to Elder Yan Hanyan again, and then followed the footsteps of his ancestor and stepped into the world behind the waterfall for the second time.

More than a year ago.

The place is also full of melodious sounds.

When he entered again, what appeared before Chen Mo's eyes became a paradise full of childishness.

Various wooden toys and bells are everywhere, and the walls are covered with red ropes and bells...

Some of the utensils here appear to be very delicate, obviously made by skilled craftsmen, while others are a little rough, but it is obvious that these toys are more favored by Ni Yijun.

The situation in front of him made Chen Mo have a favorable impression of the ancestor of the Nian Yu Sect.

She seems to care very much about her only heir, so much so that she no longer cares about the secular view... Of course, the secular world does not dare to arrange the Nascent Soul Realm, which is no different from seeking death.

Walking along the cave, we came to a banquet hall.

Not big, simple.

Just a few benches and a table.

The fist-sized luminous pearls dotted the empty room, illuminating the dark cave with a hint of coldness in the darkness.

Behind the banquet hall are three doors.

It should lead to Ni Yijun's private place.

The other party turned around and carefully adjusted the position of holding the child. His movements seemed a bit clumsy.

But just this movement woke up the sleeping baby.

The next moment, I just heard a cry.

Ni Yijun hurriedly comforted him, but he was very unfamiliar as a first-time mother, and it took a lot of effort to coax his son to sleep again.

Who would have thought that such an all-powerful Yuan Ying Ancestor would be so at a loss?

"It made you laugh."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Mother is the greatest person in the world."

Ni Yijun trembled, and his eyes suddenly poured like water on the baby in his arms.

"Senior, although I don't understand very well. But children should still get more sun. It's a little damp here."

"Really?" Ni Yijun raised his eyes and looked at Chen Mo, "Why has no one told me!"

"You are the ancestor of the Nian Yu Sect and a Yuanying realm monk. It is difficult for ordinary people to get close to you, right?"

The other party nodded, "That's true. I'll take him to dry out in a while."

The two of them talked about parenting for a long time.

Although Chen Mo only had some superficial theoretical knowledge, he could speak eloquently. After all, in the world of information explosion, people would dabble in all aspects of knowledge whether they wanted to or not.

Ni Yijun also got better and better while chatting.

At this time, Chen Mo took out five palm-sized porcelain bottles, reached out and placed them on the table in the center.

"Senior, these are fifty Xuanqing Yuan Yang Pills, please be sure to accept them!"

The first shot was 50 pills worth 750 high-grade spiritual stones. Even the well-informed ancestor of the Nian Yu Sect was a little surprised.

Ni Yijun stared at Chen Mo for a long time, with a faint smile on his slightly old face:

"Tantai's vision is indeed good. I remember that you provided the cordyceps used by Xianmen to refine Xiaoyao Dan, right?"

Chen Mo nodded.

"That guy from Tantai has been earning spiritual stones from us all these years!" Ni Yijun muttered, then asked, "Don't you ask where she went?"

"If she wants to say something, she will tell me of course; if she doesn't say anything, I won't ask any more questions."

"You can see clearly."

Ni Yijun waved his hand and took down the Xuanqing Yangyuan Pill.

You know, third-level elixirs, especially third-level elixirs that can improve the cultivation of the golden elixir realm, are extremely precious even in the Nianyu Sect!

Although there are fifteen to twenty spiritual stones available for purchase on the market, they are basically priceless and unmarketable.

As soon as it appears, it will be bought by the major immortal sects immediately.

"I've accepted the elixir. What do you think? Tell me?"

Ni Yijun lived hundreds of years and had already become a human spirit.

The other party obviously had other motives for being so generous.

"Senior, this junior has four things I would like to ask you for help with!"

"You're so rude." Ni Yijun chuckled, but still nodded to let him continue.

"First of all, I want to know where I can buy a third-level golden armor puppet."

As soon as these words came out, the old ancestor who was smiling just now suddenly turned into a helpless expression.

"You are really good at making things difficult for others!"

"Is it difficult?"

"A third-level golden armor puppet is equivalent to a Jindan cultivator! There are more than 200 immortal gates in Pingduzhou, and some of them have only three or five Jindan cultivators. Do you think it is difficult?"

Chen Mo did not respond, but looked at the other party.

"Have you been to Yanyun Mountain?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been to Tianbao Zhenlong Pavilion?"

Chen Mo nodded.

"Well, give me two months, I'll ask someone to contact and introduce me. Two months later, you can go to Taihe City and buy it from them."

"Do they have it?"

"In the entire Pingdu Continent, except for the six generals, they are the only ones who have the courage to sell you a third-level puppet. But you have to be careful, don't let this matter out!"

"Why?"

"With your intelligence, it should be easy to think of it, right?"

Chen Mo frowned and thought, and soon thought of the reason.

"Do they have fourth-level spiritual plants for sale?"

As soon as these words came out, Ni Yijun's eyes were stern, and his eyes were as sharp as if piercing Chen Mo's heart, staring at him!

"The second thing you mentioned, could it be a fourth-level spiritual plant?"

"Yes!"

The other party looked solemn and said, "I advise you to give up this idea!"

"Why?" Chen Mo asked back.

"Unless you can become a general, don't even think about getting any fourth-level spiritual plants!"

It's a million words. It's not easy, thank you all for your support.