Shi Feng Rong swept the surrounding medicine fields. Seeing the ling herbs were fine, the coldness on her face lessened. She softened her tone and asked: "What's your name?"
But the distance in her heart grew deeper by the day.
Zuo Mo smiled: "There's nothing bad about being a ling plant farmer. Jingshi is a real thing."
"Ha ha!" Wei Sheng laughed: "That's true. I won't be saying goodbye. After we come out, us brothers can drink and chat! "
"Our sect is clearing ling fields and needs large numbers of body xiuzhe. Lianqi fifth level and above is fine. Food and lodging are included. Ten pieces of first-grade jingshi a day."
Zuo Mo turned to leave. That person hurriedly pulled Zuo Mo: "Alright alright alright, I'll sell it to you at a loss!"
"Our sect has a pair of Fiery Golden Eyes beast cubs. We need a beast tamer. Needs middle stage zhuji cultivation and above, five years of experience in beast tamers. Good pay."
Just at this time, someone came over: "Brother, it's hard to find, right? I have the entire ranking list here. It's accurate and will be updated immediately. How about it, do you want a copy? "
Before this, he hadn't been enthusiastic about zhuji. That shocking sword essence in the sea of consciousness might have made him yearn for power, but very quickly, [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] made him completely lose interest in power. For him, power was undoubtedly very far away.
Coming to the ranking altar, he couldn't help but inhale sharply!
Zuo Mo, in ecstasy, hurriedly acknowledged.
Temporary worker becoming official worker. Zuo Mo was a hundred times unwilling, but facing Fourth Shigu's piercing gaze, he perceptively swallowed the words back into his stomach. He muttered inside, Fourth Shigu and Xin Yan Shishu were the same, looking at everyone as though they owed money.
Zhuji, it was the first hurdle in the long journey of cultivation. For the disciples of the big sects, zhuji was as easy as stepping over a doorstep. But for normal xiuzhe, this would determine their status. Xiuzhe in zhuji could basically leave the lowest level of work. The income was enough to make greedy people like Zuo Mo jealous. But the difficulty of zhuji wasn't small, especially for Zuo Mo who only had a trash like [Ten Principles Scripture]. To complete zhuji, it required luck and character. Other than that, the success of zhuji depended on whether or not his wallet was full.
The only thing he rejoiced about was that the heavens still left him some capital — — a fifth layer aura refining cultivation base. Suffering setbacks everywhere did not make him sink into depravity. Instead, it aroused the stubbornness in his bones. He cultivated day and night, using the rain from [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to slowly fill up the dried pond. From then on, his fate gradually improved. Piling on the hypocrisy and worldliness, he purposely tried to get closer to the other disciples in the sect, gaining a good relationship with them.
"Eight!"
Zuo Mo was very surprised at Wei Sheng Shixiong's warmth as usual, and was slightly moved. The attitude of the Inner Sect disciples towards the Outer Sect disciples had always been extremely bad. As for those who were of humble birth but had cultivated successfully, it was normal for them to have an arrogant attitude.
Even after Wei Sheng Shixiong had walked far away, Zuo Mo's heart was still excited.
This was also why he put his efforts on ling plant farmers. In reality, the difficulty of being a ling plant farmer was much higher than zhuji. This could be seen from the treatment of ling plant farmers far surpassed zhuji xiuzhe. But the difficulty was mostly on talent. The amount of jingshi invested wasn't high. What was more suitable for Zuo Mo who was always greedy for money?
For some reason, Zuo Mo's heart warmed and he blurted out: "I will definitely succeed in zhuji!"
Channeling ling energy into the jade stick, there were more than one thousand and five hundred pieces of information on the ranking list. Inside, it had everything. After a long time, Zuo Mo finally had an idea and started to read down.
Wei Sheng took out a small box from his bosom and handed it to Zuo Mo: "The seed of the fire dragon grass is useless in my hands, but it's third-grade. It would be a pity to throw it away. Shidi is skilled in farming, so I'll give it to Shidi. "
"This girl is so daring! She dares to slack off! "The green-clothed female's face was cold, showing a hint of anger.
Zhuji!
Wei Sheng interrupted his words and shoved the wooden box into Zuo Mo's bosom: "Don't be so long-winded. I want you to take it, take it. My heart is for the sword, I don't like other things. "
Zuo Mo shook, as though waking up from a dream. His mind moved quickly and he hurriedly made a disciple's bow: "This disciple, Zuo Mo, has received orders from Hao Min Shijie to temporarily take care of the medicine fields here."
Looking over, countless lists made from cloth banners pointed to the sky, like a forest, stretching endlessly, unable to see the end. Under each list, people moved, the flow of people slowly moving. This scene, Zuo Mo was deeply shocked.
"How many?" Zuo Mo asked warily.
Dazedly following the flow of people, he entered the ranking altar.
Dispiritedly returning, Zuo Mo sat on the flying paper crane, his expression dazed.
"Brother, look at these lists. Just me alone, how can I collect them? I have to feed a large group of people … … "
Zuo Mo grimaced inside. By now, he had mostly guessed the identity of the elder in front of him. Wu Kong Sword Sect wasn't large. Only Fourth Shigu, Shi Feng Rong, fit this image. Shi Feng Rong had been wandering outside for a long time, occasionally coming back. Zuo Mo naturally hadn't had the chance to see her. However, the rumors said that this shigu's temper wasn't good and she was hard to get along with. Looking at it now, it was true.
"Disciple Zuo Mo greets Fourth Shigu." Zuo Mo hurriedly bowed his head and respectfully replied.
"Shidi's talent is outstanding. Work hard and don't waste this good body." He urged, "Soon, I will enter the sword cave to comprehend the mysteries. When I come out, Shidi, you have to succeed in zhuji. "
But for Zuo Mo, one hundred pieces of second-grade jingshi was almost all of his wealth. And this was his recent prosperity. If it was before, he wouldn't have dared to think about it.
"Cultivate well, zhuji as soon as possible. Your present skill, guarding Cold Mist Valley, isn't enough." Fourth Shigu's icy voice sounded in Zuo Mo's mind.
The ranking altar was located in the south of Dong Fu. It was also the most prosperous place in Dong Fu with the most people. Because he had already entered the sect, and the time he spent taking care of the ling fields and cultivating took up almost all of his time, Zuo Mo had never come to the ranking altar. This was also why he hadn't thought of this place at the beginning.
Wei Sheng Shixiong, who he had only interacted with twice, made him feel sincere concern for the first time.
When he returned home, seeing Wei Sheng Shixiong guarding at his door, he couldn't help but pause.
"Shixiong has successfully zhuji now. In the future, there will be many places where he will need jingshi … …"
But Wei Sheng Shixiong's reminder today made him suddenly feel that he needed to zhuji. This feeling was so strong. From the moment he blurted it out, he felt that no matter what, he had to complete zhuji.
His head was full of this thought. He almost dazedly walked to Cold Mist Valley.
"Add two more. I'm very sincere."
Finishing, he walked away.
"Brother, it really isn't easy for us … …"
In just a short while, Zuo Mo felt dizzy.
Holding the wooden box, Zuo Mo murmured but didn't know what to say.
No matter if Wei Sheng Shixiong was intentional or not, but this concern, he firmly remembered it.
From the moment he opened his eyes, in front of him was a completely unfamiliar world. The sect leader who had picked him up had asked him a few questions and then he hadn't seen him again. He was like a newborn baby, slowly and clumsily learning everything around him. His strange zombie-like face and his ignorance of worldly affairs caused him to suffer countless mockery and sarcastic remarks.
"Then I don't need to worry. It's a pity that Shidi isn't interested in the sword. "Wei Sheng's expression was full of regret.
But now he wanted zhuji!
"If Shixiong has something, just tell me. Why wait at the door for so long?" Zuo Mo said seriously.
Normal zhuji dan, it required about one hundred pieces of second-grade jingshi. But the effect of that kind of zhuji dan could only be considered barely satisfactory. If one was willing to pay, two pieces of third-grade jingshi, they could buy the top level zhuji dan and the success rate would greatly increase. This was also why the disciples of the big sects viewed zhuji as nothing. For them, two pieces of third-grade jingshi was really a small amount.
Holding the catalog that he had spent ten pieces of first-grade jingshi to buy, Zuo Mo disheveled escaped from the notice altar. He found a place with fewer people nearby and sat down.
It really was a scary place! With lingering fear, he looked at the bustling notice altar.
"You've taken good care of it," Glancing at Zuo Mo, her face was full of praise: "Cultivation of lianqi eighth level. En, it counts as progress. From today onwards, Cold Mist Valley will be managed by you. Humph, when Hao Min comes back, I'll take care of her! "
… …
"Shidi, you made me wait for a long time." He smiled.
A green-clothed female about forty years old stood in the medicine fields, coldly looking at Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo reflexively raised his head. When his gaze met the other's eyes, it was as though he had fallen into an ice cavern! The other's gaze was as sharp as a sword, as though it wanted to pierce through him.
The dan and ling herbs that zhuji required, none of them were cheap and the difference in effect was huge.
His only hope now was that Fourth Shigu wouldn't take her anger out on him.
Zuo Mo had always been greedy but this was the first time he saw this little box and he didn't reach out. A third-grade fire dragon grass seed, it definitely wouldn't be a problem to sell it for a few dozen pieces of second-grade jingshi.
Wei Sheng Shixiong hadn't changed much compared to before. He was still wearing a coarse cloth robe. Even though he still gave people the feeling of being as sharp as a sword, but he was much more reserved than before. It could be seen that Wei Sheng Shixiong's cultivation was much deeper than before. Zuo Mo was still far away and he had already found him.
Shi Feng Rong was about to leave when she suddenly saw Zuo Mo's face. Her steps instantly stopped, surprise appearing on her icy face: "Raise your head."
Hao Min Shijie was an inner sect disciple. Even if she was punished, it wouldn't be very heavy. But his status was low. If he was angered, there wouldn't be a good ending.
"This zhuji dan, count it as your reward."
Zuo Mo's eyes lit up as he looked at the zhuji dan in his hand. The one hundred unwillingness in his heart instantly became one hundred willing! As expected, Shigu was considerate! He furiously praised Fourth Shigu inside. The worst zhuji dan was one hundred pieces of second-grade jingshi. He had heard that Fourth Shigu was skilled in dan -making, but he didn't know what grade this zhuji dan was.
After a whole two hours, he raised his head, his eyes full of disappointment. It wasn't that there wasn't a list of related spells, but there wasn't one that he could complete right now. Now that he thought about it, Fu Jin was right. Any spell that reached the third level, the value would completely change.
"Who are you? You dare to trespass on our sect grounds! "A cold shout suddenly interrupted Zuo Mo's thoughts.
"Not expensive, twenty pieces of first-grade jingshi." That person said: "Brother, you look like someone who does great things. Time is so precious. It's not worth wasting it like this. Just twenty pieces of first-grade jingshi, it's really worth it! "
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