As to suffering a little, he didn't care. Even if he obeyed, would Pu Yao be kind to him? Even if he used his toes to think clearly. He might as well take advantage of him verbally. That way, he would feel better.
Definitely above third-grade!
Tightly biting his lips, he carefully considered each word. Pu Yao still had a disdainful expression. This completely aroused the blood in Zuo Mo's bones.
Finishing, he introduced the male beside him: "This is Wei Sheng Shixiong."
In a short period of time, it wouldn't be seen, but as time passed, it was easy for problems to occur.
The three walked into the yard.
The damned Hao Min Shijie and Luo Li Shixiong!
Wei Sheng. Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. The unfamiliar male in front of him was the head of the outer sect disciples, Wei Sheng. He couldn't help but examine him closely. He wasn't tall, broad shoulders, a square face and thick eyebrows. He looked very honest, but his eyes would occasionally shine with a sharp light that people didn't dare to underestimate.
Zuo Mo smiled and said: "I'm taking advantage. I don't know which shixiong's house used to have five mu of ling fields. It's a pity that it has been abandoned for too long and dropped a grade. A first grade ling field, it's just better than nothing. "
"Shixiong is looking for me?" Zuo Mo didn't decline and went straight to the topic: "Did you encounter something? Shidi's cultivation might be limited, but if I can help, I won't say anything. "
"Not bad." Wei Sheng nodded, his expression normal.
The other thing that Zuo Mo was slightly worried about was Hao Min Shijie and Luo Li Shixiong. The two still hadn't returned to the sect. These days, he had found that some of the ling herbs in Cold Mist Valley's medicine fields were starting to show signs of not being good. Taking care of ling herbs was a very meticulous job, much more meticulous than taking care of Gu Ling Gu. His [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] could only guarantee the amount of water they used. From the perspective of farming, that was just the basic requirement.
Exhaling a long breath, he suppressed the irritation in his heart. The finger motions of [Art of Flora] were complex. If his mind wasn't calm, it was easy to make mistakes. But how could Zuo Mo calm down? Two months had passed and he still couldn't complete a single embryonic breath. This was not what discouraged him. What really discouraged him was the fact that he could not even find the door to the room. In the past, no matter if it was the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] or the remaining four spells in the jade scroll that he bought, even if he could not comprehend them, he at least knew which direction to work towards.
Zuo Mo suppressed his impatience and stood to open the door.
Seeing Zuo Mo, Old Black released a breath, "Good you're here!"
Zuo Mo didn't speak. He didn't know if it was because he had planted for a long time, but Old Black always had a special feeling towards ling fields.
There was only one month left!
Wei Sheng examined Zuo Mo for a while and returned the greeting with a warm smile: "Zuo Mo Shidi really hides his strength."
If Wei Sheng didn't say this was fire dragon grass, Zuo Mo definitely wouldn't have recognized it. Could it be because of Rank-3? This fire dragon grass was completely different from the fire dragon grass in Zuo Mo's memory.
Old Black's eyes stared straight at the spirit fields in the courtyard. After a while, he said in annoyance: "Why didn't I think of this method! Doesn't that mean the rent is waived? "
At the side, Zuo Mo and Old Black couldn't help but show admiration. There weren't a few ling herbs needed for zhuji, but a few of the main herbs were crucial. Fire dragon grass was one of them, but it wasn't the best choice. Because it needed to be eaten raw and its medicinal properties were very strong. Those with weak willpower might not be able to endure the strong medicinal properties and the ling energy in their body would scatter. In these years, there had been very few people who used it to complete zhuji.
But after [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] had repaired his consciousness, he couldn't find a direction. He wanted to spend more time, but the amount of time that [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] could not surpass four hours a day. The jade scroll didn't say why it couldn't surpass four hours, but Zuo Mo suspected that it might cause some harm. He didn't dare to rashly take the risk.
Adding on the five mu of ling fields in the yard, the output far surpassed his predictions.
But, no matter how he held his breath, his survival instincts would always make him unconsciously open his mouth. He couldn't find the feeling of embryonic breathing.
In the previous period, other than [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], he had spent all his time on [Art of Aged Gold]. Of the five spells that a ling plant farmer needed, three had to reach the third level. Zuo Mo's [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] had already reached the fourth level. Of the remaining four spells, the one that had the highest hope of reaching the third level was [Art of Aged Gold].
Other than joy, he was even more worried. [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] still hadn't progressed. There was only one month left from the three months. He didn't know if reversing the blood flow was as terrifying as Pu Yao said, but any kind of imagination that these four words gave him definitely wasn't good. He had tried to ask Pu Yao for guidance but Pu Yao's scornful smile instantly enraged him.
The cool wind blew. Zuo Mo practiced the finger motions again and again. His fingers moved faster and faster. Pia, suddenly, a crisp sound. His fingers paused, all messed up.
He also had a good harvest of ling grains. Compared to the other shixiong, his output of ling grains was clearly higher. In the disaster last time, his ling grains might have been affected, but compared to Old Black and the others, his situation was much better. After that, he didn't disguise it. [Art of Flora], [Art of Earth Energy], and [Art of Aged Gold] were all used. Only [Art of Crimson Flame] wasn't used because it was the opposite of the yin attribute of the ling grains.
After two months, other than his consciousness recovering, he didn't have any other breakthroughs.
Zuo Mo was slightly shocked but he wasn't too surprised. Wei Sheng Shixiong's cultivation was higher than his. He humbly said: "Shixiong is too complimentary. Come come come, come in and sit and talk. "
"Take care?" Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. His reaction was extremely fast: "Does Shixiong need to use this fire dragon grass to zhuji?"
If he didn't vent, he felt that he would quickly die under the trampling of this damned renyao!
Wei Sheng looked at the surroundings and praised: "Such a big yard!"
For some reason, he was easily angered in front of Pu Yao.
Ge is a little blade of grass, it can't be blown down!
According to the explanation in the jade stick, he needed to stop breathing through his nose and mouth before he could switch to embryonic breathing.
Old Black gave a regretful expression: "Such a pity for such good ling fields."
But third-grade fire dragon grass, how strong would the effects be!
One month!
If the muscles on his face weren't stiff, Zuo Mo's expression would be very rich. The ling grass in front of him that he didn't know the name of had an astounding density of ling energy. He carefully picked it up and examined it closely. The ling grass seemed to be carved from a piece of red fire jade, glistening and glossy.
Now he understood why in front of Pu Yao, he was always so easily angered. Pu Yao could easily tear apart a person's disguise. He would either openly or covertly guide the other's emotions and expose the other's true nature. Ever since he knew that even for a person as shrewd as Pu Yao, cursing wouldn't truly anger him, Zuo Mo didn't control his emotions anymore.
This was the seventh time.
Why did ge's kind heart always have to face evil? He wanted to cry but no tears came out.
Opening the door, it really was Old Black's weathered face. But there was an unfamiliar male standing beside him.
And Pu Yao who deserved to die!
"This fire dragon grass, it's a rare third-grade. It wasn't easy to find." Wei Sheng's expression was steady: "I still have some time before zhuji. In this time, Shidi, please take care of this fire dragon grass for me."
Just a few words and Zuo Mo felt respect for this shixiong that he had just met for the first time. He had heard some of the rumors about Wei Sheng Shixiong. The rumors were that Shixiong had been an orphan from young and then taken into the sect. He was obsessed with the sword. In order to learn a good sword scripture, he didn't even hesitate to go to Luo Li Shixiong's place to be a sword servant.
A series of urgent knocks sounded at the door.
Today, he wasn't in the mood to practice [Art of Aged Gold] at all. His eyes were wide, his mind furiously reciting every word of [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. If he could have expressions on his face, then right now, it would definitely be a mess.
In this time, helping Hao Min Shijie manage the medicine fields of Cold Mist Valley, his knowledge of ling herbs had greatly increased. The ling herb in his hand, he might not know the name, but from the appearance and the ling energy it exuded, it surpassed most of the ling herbs in Cold Mist Valley.
It was Old Black. Why did he come?
"Wei Sheng Shixiong!" Zuo Mo bowed. Wei Sheng Shixiong rarely showed his face but his reputation among the outer sect disciples was very high. To have a good relationship with a person like this, there were no benefits.
Wei Sheng wasn't courteous: "Coming this time, it really is to trouble Shidi with something." He carefully took out a jade box from his bosom. Opening the jade box, a thick ling energy came out. Inside was a ling grass. This ling grass was about thirty centimeters long, the leaves a fiery red, a black line running through it. Compared to the fiery red leaves, it was a completely green fruit.
This kind of speed, even he felt it was inconceivable.
Subtracting the sect rent, he kept a portion of the ling grains for his own consumption. The rest of the ling grains were all sold. His income was sixty-two pieces of second-grade jingshi. Adding on the fifteen pieces of second-grade jingshi that he had gotten from Li Ying Feng, his total assets were seventy seven pieces of second-grade jingshi. The reason he could earn so much was because the price of ling grains had shot up.
This damned bastard!
The rest of the time, he could only practice other spells. What surprised him was that in this time, his ling energy and spells all improved rapidly. Especially his spells. Other than [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] and [Art of Aged Gold], the other three spells, in a short two months, he had all reached the second level.
The damned [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]!
"Even the yard has ling fields. Zuo Shidi really is a farming maniac. It looks like I've found the right person this time." Wei Sheng smiled.
Right now, his head was in a mess. His wallet was unprecedentedly full but he didn't feel one bit of joy.
Meeting today, Zuo Mo finally knew that Wei Sheng Shixiong lived up to his reputation.
Even Old Black, with such a severe disaster, was able to pay the sect rent. It could be seen how high the price of ling grains had risen on the market.
Today, when he practiced his finger movements, he didn't succeed even once.
However, even though the fire dragon grass was like poison, but if he could endure it, it was very beneficial to his cultivation. It was much more effective than normal ling grasses.
The three sat down under the old tree. Zuo Mo casually made a pot of tea. His [Art of Crimson Flame] was only at the first level and could only form a small ball of flame. It wasn't very useful but it was very convenient to start a fire.
"Xiao Mo ge, Xiao Mo ge!"
Dong dong dong!
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