Resurrection of spiritual energy to become a god

"Didn't you put some effort into planting?"

"How could it not be possible? I have tried all the methods I have heard of, but to no avail."

"Senior, we still have twenty mysterious-level medicinal herbs here. Do you want them? The boss asked carefully. He was afraid that Zixuan and the others would not be happy, so he didn't even want his tenth-level spiritual grass and yellow-level spiritual grass. .

"Of course, let's cover it all. How many spiritual stones are there in total?"

"You bought so much forest grass, I'll make it cheaper for you and give you a total of 400 million spiritual stones. Is that okay?"

"Okay." Zixuan said with difficulty. Why should he bother a farmer who is about to be crushed by life?

Baili Mohan ordered four million spiritual stones and gave them to the boss. The boss also gave some spiritual grass boxes to Zixuan and the others. This kind of box is divided into dozens of small grids, so that more spiritual herbs can be placed.

Zixuan directly gave the tenth level spiritual grass to Zhao Yiming. "Zixuan, what are you doing for me?"

"I bought this for you, who would I give it to if I didn't give it to you?"

Zhao Yiming immediately refused: "How can I take something so valuable from you? No, no."

"Take it, it's nothing. The most important thing for you now is not to be polite to me. Do you not regard me as your brother anymore?" Zhao Yiming couldn't refuse and had to put it away.

Zixuan walked out of the counter and said to the boss: "Boss, do you know that almost all of your spiritual grasses are top-grade spiritual grasses. Just because your spiritual grasses are grown so well, there may be soul-eating insects in the spiritual fields. Humanoid insects also take a fancy to these spiritual plants with rich spiritual energy, and want to suck the spiritual energy from the spiritual plants from outside.

The person who grows spiritual plants is really good. He preserves the spiritual energy of spiritual plants perfectly, which is why the outside of the plant turns yellow, but the inside of the plant is full of spiritual energy and is of high quality.

Many people outside heard Zixuan's words. Some didn't believe it, and some were eager to come over and see if it was what Zixuan said.

After the three people left, some people actually came to see their spiritual herbs, but those tenth-level and yellow-level spiritual herbs were gone. There are some spiritual herbs at level eight or nine.

The alchemist checked it out and found that it was exactly what the person said. They thought they had found a treasure and immediately ordered the next batch of yellow-level spiritual grass from the boss. Lao Ba's gratitude to Zixuan was a thing of the past.

And some jealous shopkeepers went around saying that Zixuan and the others were big fat sheep. It would be great to buy only three or five of those tenth-level or yellow-level spiritual herbs. But to buy hundreds of them like this was really a big deal. Very few. They must have been deceived by Old Man Pan and sold out all the spiritual herbs on their counter.

How could that idiot Pan Muchuan grow the best spiritual grass? He was a monk expelled from the Spiritual Grass Pavilion.

For a moment, these stall owners were also wondering where these people were and whether they might be in their own stalls. Just sell out all your own spiritual herbs.

Zixuan and the others walked around and came to the third floor. There were fewer people on this third floor, and there didn't seem to be many things, but everything was of high quality.

The spiritual herbs displayed here are basically of extremely rare varieties. When Zixuan saw a five-thousand-year-old Hunyuan Qinglian, it cost five million spiritual stones.

Zixuan felt that it was not as good as the ninth-grade golden lotus in their Ruyi bottle. Although it was only the seventh-grade now, it seemed to have much richer aura than the Hunyuan Qinglian.

The three of them continued to walk forward. Suddenly, Zixuan felt a sudden pause, and Jie Cao in the sea of ​​consciousness shouted: "Front, front."

Zixuan walked directly forward. There was a stall that was larger than these stalls. This stall even hung a curtain. There were still a few people in the front arguing about what to buy or not.

Just as Zixuan and the other two passed by, the quarrelsome people started making moves behind them. Zixuan and Baili Mohan moved quickly. When they felt something strange behind them, they instinctively moved aside.

Zhao Yiming was half a step slower, and was knocked forward by someone flying from behind. A person just happened to walk out of the door curtain, and Zhao Yiming was hugged.

Everyone's movements stopped, and Zixuan was too shocked to react for a moment. It was as if the pause button had been pressed at this moment.

Zhao Yiming was the first to react. His face was red and he stood up in a panic. I almost tripped my right foot with my left foot.

"Be careful." A teasing chuckle came from above.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it." He looked angrily at the person who hit him from behind.

"Ouch... Ouch... it hurts!" The person who hit Zhao Yiming lay on the ground and cried out in pain.

While hugging Zhao Yiming, his eyes dimmed, still recalling the feeling just now. Why do I feel like I’m itching and don’t want to let go! This is something I have never encountered before.

He looked at the man in front of him. His eyelashes were as thick and long as crow feathers, his nose was straight, his lips were plump and bright, and his eyes were deep and hot, full of infinite charm and passion. This was the first time he had seriously observed a man.

Zhao Yiming looked at this strange man: "Fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you."

"Do you know who I am? If you hit me, you can't just apologize." The man held a folding fan in his hand, tapped his palms, and said meaningfully.

After speaking, he lightly brushed his lips with the tip of his tongue, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. The two people behind the man looked at the man strangely.

"What do you want?"

The man thought for a while: "How about you work as my follower for a day?" the man said in a cynical tone.

"What did you say? I didn't bump into you on purpose." Zhao Yiming said helplessly. "You should blame this group of people in the back."

"Then I can't control it. I was hit by you, so I'm going to find you. You are the one who wants compensation from them." Zhao Yiming was furious.

Baili Mohan and Zixuan just came over. "Young Master Wanwu, we meet again. It seems that you are not busy for a busy person. You are very free today!"

"Yes, you two fellow Taoists, we will never meet again in life." He looked at Zhao Yiming again and raised his eyebrows. "It's quite fate."

"Yi Ming, Master Wanwu wants compensation. We are also considered victims and we have to find someone to take responsibility, right? Master Wanwu, you have to wait."

Wan Wushao smiled: "This is what it should be."

Baili Mohan and Zixuan walked towards the group of people: "You also saw what happened here just now. We have to pay compensation for being hit by you. Now as the culprits, shouldn't you also be punished? "No one in the group spoke.

"No one said anything, right?"

Baili Mohan waved his hand, and the person lying on the ground was sucked into the palm of his hand. "No one is talking here, you are the one who bumped into me, so I will look for you.

You flew over to hit someone, so I just slapped you away. But if I slap you, will you survive? It depends on your luck. "