Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Zhang Song focused on his cultivation. Since he had enough resources, there was no need to mess around. Why should he learn a foreign language when he couldn't even pass the Chinese language exam?

"Brother Song."

"Moon Lady."

Qiu Yueniang smiled, looked at Zhang Song with her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "I made chicken soup at noon, but I couldn't finish it, so my father asked me to bring some over."

"Uh..., is our master so generous?"

"Brother Song."

"Good good."

Yue Niang familiarly moved out the small wooden table, and took out a jar of old wine from the pine wood wine cabinet, then turned around and said, "Brother Song, drink first, I'll go wash the clothes."

"Leave it there and wash it myself. Drink with me."

Zhang Song poured himself some wine, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice: "Master, is the refining dirty?"

There is such a big pot of chicken with the chicken butt still intact in it. This is Lao Qiu’s favorite.

"Not yet, but my father is leaving for Dali in the next two days. He is in a very good mood and will be back in a month or so."

Zhang Song nodded. His master was from a big family. Although he didn’t know why he came to this remote southern wilderness, he must have some connections and backup in the family.

"Xiao, are you in the house?"

"Ah." Yue Niang blushed and stood up quickly: "I'll go first."

"It's okay, my father is fine."

Zhang Song called out, and Zhang's father walked in. He was stunned at first, then rubbed his hands awkwardly, "Yue Niang is here too, well, I'll just say a word and leave."

"Uncle, let me pour you some water." Yue Niang quickly hid away.

Father Zhang's face relaxed, and he said seriously, "I don't care about your business, but Yue Niang is a good child. You have to treat her well. Tell me if you need anything. Don't treat her unfairly."

"alright, I got it."

"My family is not rich, but we still have some savings. I will buy you a wolf beast later."

"What?" Zhang Song was stunned. The cheapest wolf beast cost two hundred gold. For ordinary villagers, this was equivalent to a million-class sports car.

Then he shook his head, thinking that his father wanted to sell his eldest sister for a high price again.

This is the tradition of the village, but Zhang Song really can't accept it, and his sister is so heartbroken.

Father Zhang nodded, saying that his child was capable now and what he said made sense.

"The Qiu family is a wealthy family. We cannot be impolite to them. I will give you all six acres of land later." Zhang's father was very happy. This was really marrying up. They were a family living in Shangzhai. Although Qiu Biao was not familiar with them, he knew this person. He was rich, had land, and was very capable.

The two chatted for a few words, and Zhang's father blushed and said, "You know the Third Clan Lord?"

"The village is recruiting spiritual farmers, and they will pay one gold a day. In terms of strength, I have reached the fourth level of rock now, so I should be able to do it.

Zhang Song shook his head and advised: "The biggest danger in the spiritual field is the rat beasts. Some of them have reached the first level. If you are not a Qi practitioner, it is difficult to sense them."

"Father, why don't you open a grain store to buy and sell grain? I still have some gold coins, which is enough to set up the business."

Father Zhang shook his head: "Not right, not right, those people can't even pay back the grain they borrowed."

Zhang Song then remembered that most of the villagers bought grain on credit and paid it back in autumn. Many of them were relatives, so you couldn't go and ask for it.

So any grain we had was taken to the market to be sold.

Father Zhang decided to cultivate his own land. He was a good farmer, but his son warned him that cultivating spiritual fields was too dangerous.

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Zhang Song's practice became easy. He was a contented person with a carefree life. He could eat pure natural delicacies from the mountains and the sea, which he had never dared to think about before.

When the old blacksmith saw Zhang Song, he smiled and asked his apprentice to bring the Guan Dao over.

"It's a bit heavy, so I added three or two more star-patterned steel, otherwise your knife shape would be too brittle to use."

The blacksmith's apprentice carried out the three hundred and eighty kilograms.

Zhang Song tried it out and found that it was indeed a little heavy for one-handed use, but it was just a little heavy and it would take two days to get used to it.

"How does it compare to a treasure?"

The old blacksmith looked at him with disdain, as if he were a fool.

He pointed at the half of the iron sword on the wall, about thirty centimeters long, and said, "Twenty-five spirit stones."

Zhang Song looked at the Guan Dao in his hand and found that the cost and processing fee together were less than four spirit stones, and Zhang Song still paid with gold coins.

When he walked out of the blacksmith shop, he saw more than 20 hunting team members riding wolves and running towards the mountain road. If Zhang Song had not dodged quickly, he might have been killed by the wolves.

These members of the hunting team did not show any apology at all. They had fierce eyes and carried weapons, ready to go into battle and die.

He walked down the mountain carrying the Guandao. Within a few minutes, a dozen people riding on wolf beasts roared past, including two insect masters and one Qi cultivator.

Zhang Song returned to his yard and heard the news at night.

A second-level Spirit-awakening Grass was discovered in a wormhole in the hilly mountain. The originally peaceful activities of picking herbs, catching insects, and killing vendettas were immediately put aside. It was like someone poured gasoline on a fire and everyone went crazy.

Originally, only first-level cultivators would go there, and second-level cultivators would look down upon them. Now, I heard that some second-level cultivators on Hundred Poison Mountain can’t sit still.

Qi Ling Grass is a rare herb among the second-level herbs. It has only two functions. The first one is the most important, which is to improve the intelligence and wisdom of ferocious beasts.

It is also effective for people. For those who are stuck at a bottleneck and cannot break through, and who have no money to buy foundation-building pills or enlightenment pills, Qi Ling grass is the best choice. No matter how precious it is, it is only a second-level herb.

Second, near the Qi Ling Grass, there is either spiritual juice or high-quality spiritual insects, either of which is very valuable.

Zhang Song was drinking medicinal wine. If he didn't have the Thunder Spirit Liquid, if he didn't have the plug-in, would he have risked his life like this when he was old and encountered a bottleneck?

He couldn't imagine what those people were thinking, and he didn't bother to think about it. He just had to do his best.

There are too few real cultivators in the village, including the upper area. Those who really have aspirations and ideas have all spent money to rent caves in Baidu Mountain and use the first-level spiritual land for cultivation.

The next day, Zhang Song took the two pheasants he had hunted and ran to his sixth uncle's house to drink some wine.

Sixth Uncle is the winner in life. He has several wives, more than a dozen children, not to mention grandchildren. Now he is only in his sixties and at the third level of Qi and Blood Realm. He will have no problem living to eighty years old.

Uncle Six doesn’t have much power, but he has a lot of gossip.

As we drank, we started talking about hills and mountains.

"I don't know what's there, but I know that every spring, the insects wake up and get hungry, so they need to eat. Every autumn, some insects sleep for the winter, so they need to eat harder to get enough."

My heart trembled. I actually forgot such a simple truth. I don't even understand it as well as an ordinary old man selling wine.

Uncle Six poured himself some wine and muttered to himself slowly, "There is no difference between humans and beasts. Beasts can be divided into ordinary and fierce beasts, and humans can be divided into ordinary and warriors."

Zhang Song's hand holding the wine bowl was shaking a little. He felt that Qiu Shan was a giant insect, crying out for food in great hunger.

The people above were reluctant to fill the gap with the villagers, so they tried to lure some people to come in voluntarily.

Some people may know the inside story, some may guess it, but more may think that they are the luckiest one. Even if they can't get the herbs and spirit insects, with all the preparations, they will have no problem escaping.

When Uncle Six saw Zhang Song's expression, he suddenly laughed foolishly.

The people in the upper village eat meat, the people in the middle village drink soup, and the people in the lower village risk their lives. Everyone knows this truth, except this silly boy who only knows how to practice cultivation.

Zhang Song raised his head and drank the wine. It seemed that the central camp was still the better choice.

But within a few days, he saw the three clan leaders at Qiu Biao's house.

"Zhang Song, this is a letter from Qiu Biao."

He glanced at Yue Niang, whose face was filled with unconcealable joy, her little mouth curved up, her big eyes bright and unable to hide her feelings.