You Practice Immortality, I Farm

  Chapter 304 Poor students have a lot of stationery

  The next two finale auction items were a third-rank cultivation method and a fourth-rank magic weapon. Lu Xuan was not very interested, and watched other monks scramble to **** them with a cold eye.

  The auction ended, and he delivered 3,800 spirit stones, obtained rock armored tortoise eggs and Xuanyuan heavy water from the Aurora Chamber of Commerce, and left with Song Yun.

   "Fellow Daoist Lu, please stay."

  Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw the lazy young man from Li Shanzong standing not far away, and beside him was a female cultivator with a fierce temperament.

   "Fellow Daoist Lu, choosing a day is worse than bumping into the sun, why not go fishing together today?"

  Shi Zhong warmly invited.

  Lu Xuan couldn't help but touch his forehead.

  He came out of the auction house and imagined several scenarios, such as the Aurora Chamber of Commerce behind the auction, or Ningde Mountain setting up an ambush somewhere, or some other monks became malicious and joined forces to **** Xuanyuan Heavy Water...

   But he never thought that Shi Zhong would invite him to go fishing for sea fish and sea animals in the boundless sea.

  He thought secretly in his heart.

  I, Shi Zhong and the fierce female cultivator next to me are all monks who have come to station here in large numbers, and there is no conflict of interest. To a certain extent, we are still on the same front.

   There are very few third-rank sea beasts in the coastal waters of the boundless sea. With multiple fourth-rank sword charms such as the Xingyun Sword Talisman in his hand, and various magic weapons and treasures by his side, he has full confidence to deal with the joint attack of the two at the same time.

   "Okay, then I'll accompany Daoist Shi to play."

  Lu Xuan readily agreed, he has a lot of interest in the sea beasts and fishes in the boundless sea, as well as the spiritual plants in the sea.

  He instructed Song Yun.

   "I went to the island to fish for sea fish monsters with Fellow Daoist Shi of the Lishan Sect. You go back to Kongming Island on your own. Be careful on the way."

   "Yes, Senior Lu!"

   Song Yun replied respectfully.

  He and the fierce female cultivator set foot on Shi Zhong, a third-grade flying boat magic weapon.

  The flying boat is like an arrow leaving the string, heading towards the destination at high speed.

   On the way, he learned from Shi Zhong that the nun's name was Zhou Bingyu, and she was also a disciple of the sect.

  A moment later, the flying boat stopped on a remote island.

   "It's here, Fellow Daoist Lu."

   "Since I arrived in the boundless sea, I have searched around the nearby islands, and finally found such an excellent small island."

   "The island here is called Changfeng Island. There are many kinds of sea beasts and fish in the surrounding area, and there are even some magical fish like dragon carp. It is a natural fishing place."

   When it came to fishing for sea fish and sea animals, the lazy young man suddenly became more serious, and his eyes glowed with confidence.

   "Fellow Daoist Shi is quite leisurely."

  Looking around the island, Lu Xuan briefly commented.

   "I can't help it. It's a bit of a bird to come out to guard this kind of bitter cold island. I have to find something to do."

"Whether it is spiritual energy, resources, or monks of the same level, there is a world of difference from that in the sect. Occasionally, I see a few small families or foundation-building monks from casual cultivators, and there is nothing in common. They are all hypocritical. I don’t want to talk to them more than a few words.”

  Shi Zhong twitched his lips, speaking with the unique arrogance and sense of superiority of the monks of the last sect.

  Lu Xuan could not agree with this, he has been staying behind closed doors, and had no chance to meet other foundation cultivators in the archipelago.

   "Fellow Daoist Lu, let me show you my babies."

  Similar background, similar age monks, Shi Zhong has great recognition for Lu Xuan, and took out ten fishing rods from the storage bag.

   "These fishing rods are all made of spirit wood, which has both hardness and toughness, and can cope with different grades and varieties of sea fish and sea beasts."

   "Especially this one, forged from third-grade spiritual wood, even if it is pulled by fourth-grade sea beasts, it can still handle it."

  Shi Zhong introduced more than ten fishing rods floating in mid-air to Lu Xuan in detail.

  Looking at it, Lu Xuan accidentally discovered that the raw material of a fishing rod was very familiar. It had been planted a long time ago, and it was the second-grade copper-bone bamboo.

   "Not only fishing rods, but also these fishing lines are not ordinary things. They are refined from silk threads produced by various spiders and silkworm monsters."

   "This third-grade blood jade spider's silk is condensed into a fishing line, even if it is a huge force, it cannot be torn off."

  Shi Zhong pointed to a slightly invisible light red silk thread and said.

   "There are also these fishhooks, which are also forged from various fine iron spirit ores, and runes that can hide the breath are specially drawn on them."

   "After putting it into the deep sea, activate the rune, the hook will greatly dilute its presence, so it is easier to catch those sea beasts and sea fish."

   "Those beasts are monsters after all, with a certain amount of intelligence. If they don't deal with it in this way, they will easily detect the trap."

   "And these baits..."

  Shi Zhong introduced to Lu Xuan eloquently.

  As for Zhou Bingyu, who is familiar with his habit, he has already quietly found a remote corner to meditate and practice.

  Looking at the dazzling array of fishing tackle in front of him, Lu Xuan could not help but think of a sentence:

   "Poor students have a lot of stationery."

  He chose the fishing rod made of copper bone bamboo at random, and jumped to a tall building on the island.

  In order to have a better fishing location, Shi Zhong even ordered his monks to build tall wooden buildings around the island.

   "Sorry, Fellow Daoist Lu, this is not allowed here!"

   "This wooden building is a golden place where I often sit. Fellow Daoist Lu should find another place."

  Shi Zhong, who was preparing the bait, shouted loudly.

  Lu Xuan didn't take it seriously, carrying a fishing rod, his figure passed by like a floating light, and after a few breaths, he stopped on a wooden building in the distance.

   "Good posture!"

  Below, the fierce female cultivator saw this scene, and couldn't help admiring.

  Although Lu Xuan is an inner disciple of the Tianjian Sect, after learning about his identity as a spiritual planter, Zhou Bingyu couldn't help feeling a little more contemptuous.

  After seeing Lu Xuan's wonderful movement, this contempt disappeared.

   Lu Xuan sat on a dark yellow wooden chair, put down the copper-bone bamboo fishing rod, and took out the bait.

   It can be seen that Shi Zhong spent a lot of thought on cultivating bait.

The white jade box was divided into several areas, where all kinds of flesh and blood of monsters and baits made of various spirit plant flowers and fruits were placed. Lu Xuan even saw several kinds of living insects, which were suppressed by the runes. Stay in designated areas.

  He took out a ball made of several kinds of monster meat, hooked it deeply with a fishhook, and with a thought, the copper-bone bamboo fishing rod was extended rapidly, and the bait fell into the undulating sea.

   "If you catch a sea fish, you will be rewarded with a white light ball, that's fine."

  Looking at the movements of the bait, Lu Xuan thought secretly in his heart.

   "In that case, you can become the biggest fisherman in the practice world."

   "Huh? The goods are here so soon. Could it be that this is the legendary gift package for beginners?"

  He was thinking about it, when he suddenly noticed a slight movement from the bait in the deep sea. According to his spiritual perception, a first-grade sea fish was constantly gnawing on the bait on the hook.

  (end of this chapter)