Many people surrounded the ling fields at the foot of the mountain. With a glance, Zuo Mo found Old Black in the crowd. That black face was now so pale there wasn't a trace of blood, his eyes empty and hopeless.
Just as everyone was exclaiming in admiration, a female disciple suddenly pointed at the spirit field and screamed, "Heavens! Look, it's sprouting! "
In the newly plowed spiritual field, the female disciples immediately scattered the spiritual herb seeds. The planting of Spirit Grass was not as particular as the planting of Spirit Grains, as long as it was spread densely enough.
"When will I encounter such a good thing again?"
[Art of Flora] paired with [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], the effect was surprisingly good and the efficiency increased greatly. Li Ying Feng didn't really care what method Zuo Mo used. She only hoped to quickly produce ling grasses.
The gorgeous finger technique and the terrifying effect caused all the nervous female disciples to obediently shut their mouths.
Of course Zuo Mo didn't find it boring!
Ha, at that time, the crystals will roll in …
Sure enough, a patch of tender, light green sprouts had appeared in the spiritual field.
The tyranny of the [Art of Flora] had far exceeded his expectations. He could not help but be vigilant. In the future, he had to be careful when he used the [Art of Flora].
He was not stingy with his spiritual energy, and every time, he would completely exhaust the spiritual energy in his body! Then, he grabbed the crystal and started to absorb it.
The puzzled expression on his face grew heavier and heavier, as if he had encountered some inconceivable problem.
As expected, after using the [Art of Flora] a few times, there was not a single instance where he was in an ethereal state. However, his finger technique had obviously gone up a level. It was much smoother, especially the coordination between his finger technique and his spiritual energy. It was as if he had suddenly found the trick. As long as his finger moved, his spiritual energy would change accordingly.
Zuo Mo couldn't help but be interested. "What is this? That's convenient! "
"That's right! God bless us! I'm counting on this year's harvest to exchange for a sword technique! "
Guo Lu shixiong was the person with the highest cultivation of the [Art of Aged Gold] in the sect. Many years ago, he had broken through to the second level. Recently, there was news that he was about to break through to the third level. All along, if the ling grains had any incurable diseases, everyone would first recommend Guo Lu Shixiong, and he did not disappoint them, saving the ling grains that everyone thought were doomed.
Cold Mist Valley's medicinal field is a third grade spiritual field, which is full of spiritual energy. The spirituality of these spirit herbs far surpassed that of ordinary plants.
Strange disease? Zuo Mo's mind moved.
The human body was like a container. If one wanted to hold more spiritual power, they needed to increase its capacity. The simplest way to increase the capacity was to modify the body. He continued to circulate his spiritual power, which strengthened his meridians, allowing them to contain more spiritual power.
What was he hiding? It was the second time Li Ying Feng unconsciously thought of this question.
He had never dreamt of such luxurious treatment. Such a great opportunity, if he didn't make good use of it, would he be stupid?
However, he never fell behind in his daily homework. Even though the efficiency of meditation could not compare to using jingshi, but Zuo Mo still persisted. Although the spiritual energy inside the crystal was pure and easy to absorb, it was somewhat overbearing. Although meditating and absorbing spiritual energy was slow, it was very gentle.
Zuo Mo took out the plant essence bead and cast [Art of Flora] again. It instantly turned into countless green lines and entered the ling fields.
Senior brother Guo Lu's expression was solemn as he walked in front of a withered spiritual grain and squatted down. Carefully inspecting every part of the spiritual grains, he even plucked the withered and blackened leaves and brought them to his nose to sniff. His inspection was extremely detailed, and he almost walked through the entire spiritual field. It took him more than an hour.
Zuo Mo was overjoyed: "Many thanks, Shijie!"
The patter of silver threads entered the ling fields. The air was filled with vitality. Everyone felt their minds become alert.
Old Black wanted to use this method to help his son break through the great barrier of the seventh level.
In an instant, the ling fields suddenly roiled. After fifteen minutes, the ling fields had been turned upside down. What was strange was that not one bit of soil had splashed out of the ling fields.
The ling energy inside the jingshi was pure and thick, far surpassing the ling energy floating in the air. It was easier to absorb and the effect on the meridians was even more evident.
What they were most afraid of when planting ling grains were those unknown diseases. Once it appeared, it couldn't be saved. In one year, they would lose everything. In these two years, Zuo Mo had personally seen a few shixiong being unlucky. They couldn't even pay the rent for the sect's ling fields and were expelled from the sect.
Zuo Mo decided to go take a look. And if it really spread, then his fifty mu of ling fields would definitely be affected.
The female disciples finally saw the craziness and devotion he had when he was working.
"Shidi really lives up to his reputation!" Li Ying Feng praised from the bottom of her heart. This unknown shidi seemed to have endless tricks and could always bring her many surprises. And she found that no matter which trick Zuo Mo used, it was very different from what she had heard.
These few days, Zuo Mo repeated [Art of Flora] and [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] day and night. The work of four hundred mu of ling fields was completed by him alone.
What came next was much simpler. He only needed to plow the ling fields again and then he could plant ling grasses.
The verdant ling grains had almost all withered. The leaves and stems were filled with a black energy. Anyone who saw such a scene would be certain that these ling grains were dead. Many shixiong were gathered at the edge of the ling fields. They were in groups of three to five, discussing in low voices, their voices full of worry.
This year, Old Black was working especially hard. Supposedly, his son had reached the threshold of lianqi seventh level. To let his son quickly break through the great barrier of the seventh level, he needed a lot of jingshi.
In the long run, relying too much on jingshi was easy to leave behind hidden dangers. Sects with deep foundations, most had methods to resolve the hidden dangers. But for Zuo Mo, this was very far away.
Zuo Mo hadn't thought the effect would be so strong.
Someone cheered in the crowd. A glimmer of light suddenly rose in Old Black's hopeless eyes and he suddenly grabbed up from the ground.
Li Ying Feng was overjoyed: "I heard that Shidi's [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] has reached the third level. Today, I can see it!"
And the ling fields that Zuo Mo had just made rain not long ago made him jump in fright.
The female disciples and the way they planted ling grasses broadened his horizons. He saw a female disciple take down a bamboo tube from her waist. She pulled out the stopper and a golden earthworm crawled out. She chanted the incantation and the golden earthworm burrowed into the ling fields.
Everyone's eyes gathered on his body. There wasn't any sound of discussion. Everyone stared unblinkingly at Guo Shixiong who was walking step by step towards the ling fields.
After sprinkling, Zuo Mo saw a female disciple preparing to cast [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] and volunteered: "Does he need to make rain? I'll do it."
Just as he came out of Cold Mist Valley, he hadn't walked for long when he suddenly heard voices coming from the front.
A while ago, when he had made rain for Old Black, his ling grains had grown pretty well. Why did he suddenly get a strange disease? Zuo Mo was slightly puzzled.
Even they felt tired watching from the side. But Zuo Mo repeated it again and again, not finding it dull.
In places without ling veins, the ling energy in the air was very thin. If he wanted to use this ling energy to convert it into the ling energy inside his body, it was extremely slow.
The light green seedlings in the ling fields instantly became a few shades darker, their growth delightful.
The rock in Li Ying Feng's heart finally landed. Even though it wasn't cheap, but she finally solved a troublesome problem. She also made friends with a strong shidi. She was very satisfied.
"Old Black really is pitiful. The ling grains actually got this strange disease. This year, there probably won't be any harvest. Next year, he probably won't even be able to plant ling grains. His family, old and young, their days will be hard. "
… …
It wasn't good to take other people's things for free.
These few days, his gains were enormous. Even if he didn't have those ten jingshi, he definitely would have agreed. His channels, which had never absorbed ling energy like this before, were like dry land that suddenly received a lot of rain. In the span of a few days, the ling energy in his body had increased by about one tenth, his channels greatly strengthened.
Old Black almost charged in front of Guo Lu Shixiong, his heart wrenching: "Shixiong! Save me! "
He gave a long sigh inside.
To increase his speed, Zuo Mo spent the next few days, other than going to Cold Mist Valley to make rain, the rest of the time was at the Eastern Peak. It was also the first time he had the luxury of using jingshi to recover ling energy.
But luckily, ten second-grade jingshi was enough to make up for the reluctance in his heart.
Coming out of the ethereal state, Zuo Mo pondered for a long time. Was this an epiphany? He was slightly happy and regretful as he thought.
Every day, he leisurely ran to Cold Mist Valley to make rain once a day. The ling herbs in the medicine fields were growing well. The effects of the fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] were evident. The ling herbs were even more full of life than before. Every time he started to make rain, the ling herbs in the fields would neatly sway with him as though they were in joy. Zuo Mo's mood would become cheerful as the ling herbs "danced." Towards this job that had been forced onto him, his feelings of rejection had decreased greatly.
Returning to the little yard, Zuo Mo's wallet was bulging and his mood was very relaxed.
Other than that, he was focusing on [Art of Aged Gold] and [Art of Flora]. [Art of Aged Gold] was already at the second level. It wouldn't be long before [Art of Flora] reached the second level. If these two could reach the third level, adding on the fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], it was enough for him to become a ling plant farmer.
In the next few days, his mood was very good.
Looking at Old Black's hopeless expression, a blush suddenly appeared on Guo Lu's face. He solemnly said: "I will do all I can!"
If it was said that the one who had it the hardest in the sect, it would probably be Old Black. He had a family to feed. Supposedly, his son's talent was pretty good and he was in a Little Sword Sect. The tribute he had to give to the sect every year wasn't a small amount. Adding on the various materials and jingshi that he needed for cultivation, the expenses were very high.
He shook his head, his expression still puzzled. His hand touched a withered ling grain.
Casting a spell, holding a jingshi to meditate, then standing up to cast a spell, until his ling energy was used up, then meditate … …
"Ah, this is fate! I'm worried that this strange disease will spread. If we get infected, then it would be terrible! "
[Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was the spell that Zuo Mo was most familiar with. He didn't seem to need any preparation. Casting a spell, the clouds gathered and appeared in the air above the ling fields.
Just like usual, before he left, he inspected everything. After confirming that there were no problems, he left Cold Mist Valley.
"Guo Shixiong is here! Guo Shixiong is here! "
Guo Lu Shixiong was barefoot and wearing shorts. His face was full of wrinkles, looking like an old farmer. When he saw the withered ling fields, his expression couldn't help but change slightly and then recover.
Xiuzhe with a lot of wealth usually used two methods. One was to use ling grains for a long period of time. The ling energy contained in the ling grains might not be high, but it was warm and easy to absorb. The other method was to directly absorb ling energy from jingshi. This was also the fastest method. Also, using ling stones was especially effective in breaking through the checkpoint.
This change was extremely minute but coincidentally caught by Zuo Mo. When he had first seen the withered ling fields, he had a bad feeling. When he saw the change in Guo Lu Shixiong's expression, the bad feeling became even heavier. [Art of Aged Gold] had improved greatly. He understood a lot more things.
If it was normal insects, the withered leaves definitely wouldn't turn black. This thread of black ash made Zuo Mo's heart jump.
Other than that, Old Black placed his hopes on another method.
Looking at the lush green ling fields, all of the ling fields had been replanted with ling grasses. This also meant that the work was done. His heart was full of reluctance.
Old Black had a cultivation of lianqi fifth level and rented a whole two hundred mu of ling fields. All of his time was spent on planting ling grains. In these ten years, his cultivation hadn't increased at all. But even so, the amount of jingshi he earned each year was just enough to use.
Tension and relaxation, the path of literature and martial arts.
Other than that, he repeatedly used [Art of Flora]. His proficiency shot up and showed signs of breaking through to the second level.
He walked into the ling fields.
Li Ying Feng understood: "We all call them mud turning worms. It's not anything high level but it's pretty effective for turning the fields. Later, I'll give a few to Shidi to plant ling grains. It's a helper. "
Giving it to the sect and letting the elders of the sect support it, that was an unwritten rule.
Of course, the most important thing was that Zuo Mo didn't have that much jingshi to squander.
There was a large difference between the fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] and the third level. Just after making the rain, a rainbow appeared in the sky above the ling fields.
In five days, he had used up five pieces of second-grade jingshi. No wonder Zuo Mo didn't have enough.
"Me too!"
The bad luck of the previous period had been swept away. His life became bright again.
Zuo Mo, who also knew [Art of Aged Gold], suddenly became alert. He knew that the most crucial time had come.
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