Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

After feeding the spiritual chickens, Chen Mo spent more than an hour transforming the more than 200 kilograms of spiritual rice left behind into two kilograms of spiritual seeds.

If calculated based on two crops, fifteen acres of spiritual land would require ten kilograms of seeds, and the amount in his pocket was not enough.

After doing this, Chen Mo rested for the night and picked up the hoe early the next morning to dig up the ground.

When the door opened, Xiao Kang stuck his head out.

Obviously, the small wooden house can no longer meet its growing space needs. It needs a larger site and a wider world to run.

However, Chen Mo kicked him back.

He's only been here for a month, and if he really wants to be released and run away, wouldn't his spiritual sand be wasted?

It takes a lot of effort for one person to cultivate fifteen acres of land.

On the first day, half of the land was turned over, which was about seven or eight acres.

But there is still plenty of time, so take your time and don’t rush.

Chen Mo is not in a hurry, but someone is!

In the evening, Miao Chen dragged He Zhiping, coaxed and coaxed Lan Ling out, and came to the door.

The one who spoke was still Lan Ling, who was coy and fantasizing about dual cultivation: "Fellow Daoist Chen, we have been to the one, two, and three grain stations you mentioned."

She didn't go, only Miao Chen did.

After turning over a piece of land with a hoe, Chen Mo straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"They said there are no seeds with higher yield and larger particles." Miao Chen couldn't wait any longer and took the initiative to speak.

"oh."

Chen Mo responded casually, that was all for today, and he didn't want to plow the land anymore.

"Ah! We spent the spirit sand, you can't lie to us?"

"Lingsha?"

As soon as these words came out, Lan Ling's expression suddenly changed.

When he looked at Chen Mo, his eyes were full of prayers, hoping that the other party would not say it.

However, the next second, hope was dashed.

"I confiscated your spiritual sand, and telling you the information for free is not enough? Why do you need me to help you buy it? If others don't sell it to you, why don't they come to me?"

After that, Chen Mo ignored the three people's reactions and walked back to the wooden house.

The moment he opened the door, Xiao Kang, who yearned for freedom, fluttered his wings again and tried to fly out of the cage, but before he could take off, he was kicked back by Chen Mo.

Outside the house, Miao Chen looked at Lan Ling with an unkind look on his face.

"You lied to us?"

"No!" Lan Ling said firmly.

"Then why did he say he never asked for spiritual sand?"

"He did it on purpose!" He Zhiping suddenly said, that kid is a guy who likes to sow discord!

His mind instantly flashed back to the time he was tricked into eating aphids!

When I think of this, my teeth itch with hatred.

"Then...that kind of stuff was really bought at No. 123 Grain Station?" Miao Chen asked doubtfully.

"Most likely!"

"Then how about we go take a look tomorrow?"

"good!"

…

The next day, Chen Mo looked through the remaining spiritual fields.

Then he spent a lot of effort and used a rain-spreading technique to infiltrate the spiritual field.

If possible, the seeds can be planted in two days.

Early on the third day.

Chen Mo went out early and went straight to the upper left corner of Lingtian.

He took out a piece of spiritual sand the size of a fingernail, and according to the content recorded in "Wangshan Photography Array", cast a spell to drive it deep into the ground, and then followed the same method to the lower left and lower right.

Chen Mo's fifteen acres of spiritual land are not completely connected.

On the other hand, the ten acres owned by Wang Lixia and Xiao Changhua are so close together that they can be regarded as one piece.

Therefore, when covering the upper right corner, Chen Mo went around to the other ten acres of spiritual fields, and poured the mixed spiritual sand into the lower right, upper left, and upper right respectively.

When the preparations were completed, he made a secret with his fingers and used the six horns of the formation as a guide to activate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After a moment, a mist rose up.

The next moment!

The formation is complete!

Chen Mo had a thought in his mind and took a photo.

Then the talent [Ripening] becomes self-contained!

Immediately afterwards, another five kilograms of seeds were buried in the ground. It was already noon when all this was done.

He exited the spiritual field and walked around the field ridge.

really!

From the outside, his ten-acre spiritual field still looks like it has just been cultivated and has not been sown!

Look at the mountain and take photos, look at the mountains and take photos!

Although the formation is basic, the effect is immediate!

Sprinkle a little water so that the spiritual seeds can absorb the water without being flooded. Chen Mo, who has been planting the land for three consecutive years, is already familiar with the road.

When these seeds sprout new shoots, there will be another bumper harvest.

He took a futon, sat cross-legged in the spiritual field and began to meditate.

After more than a month of diligent practice, he has accumulated 9 points of experience at the third level of Qi Refining. At this rate, if he continues to use low-grade spiritual stones, it will take about two years for Chen Mo to break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Compared with the proud son of Qingyang Sect, the speed is still ridiculously slow.

But for Ling Zhifu, who is dotted around Guchenfang City, he can break through from the third level of Qi Refining to the fourth level of Qi Refining in two years, which can be said to be a thousand miles!

What's more, the fourth level of Qi Refining is even the ceiling for these spiritual cultivators!

The entire Guchenfang City can only be counted on two hands.

As evening approached, Miao Chen and others came to the door again.

They were waiting at Chen Mo's door, hesitating whether to knock on the door, when the real owner walked out from behind them.

"What's up?"

The sudden sound startled them.

He Zhiping took a step back subconsciously, not daring to speak at all.

Miao Chen asked, "One... One Two Three Grain Station still said they don't have any."

"Ten taels of spiritual sand per pound, I'll sell it to you if you want it."

"Ah!"

Miao Chen's eyes went dark, ten taels?

The Niu family shop only sold five taels this year!

"Do you want it? Get out of here." Chen Mo snorted coldly.

He didn't have any good feelings towards his neighbors, especially He Zhiping. He was already the most merciful by not beating him to death, but he still appeared in front of him every now and then!

Miao Chen and He Zhiping looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and said, "Yes! Buy it!"

"Are you serious?" Chen Mo turned around and asked.

"Are you serious!"

"Spiritual sand." He spread his hands.

Miao Chen swallowed his saliva, and then took out ten taels of spiritual sand from his pocket with difficulty.

This was his last belonging, but for the harvest next year, he still fought hard!

Chen Mo took it back, then looked at He Zhiping again, and finally took the other ten taels of spiritual sand reluctantly.

Don't miss it!

It's not a small amount.

Seeing Chen Mo holding the spiritual sand and walking into the house, He Zhiping and Miao Chen were immediately anxious.

"Where are the seeds?"

"I'll grow them for you?" Chen Mo asked back.

"Ah?!"

"Of course I'll buy them at the grain station tomorrow!"

After saying that, he kicked Xiao Kang who stuck his head out and returned to the house.

Outside the door, He Zhiping and Miao Chen looked at each other.

They felt like they were cheated, but they couldn't tell where they were cheated.

Until Miao Chen said: "He seems to have raised a spiritual chicken..."