Zuo Mo calmly accepted the flattery. Old Black's ling grains were planted solidly. Based on what he saw, the harvest this year would most likely be pretty good. Adding on his own rain, it shouldn't be a problem to increase it by twenty percent. As payment, he could take a cut of ten percent. It was very substantial.
In the enormous Western Peak, to be able to find such a small section of ling vein, and to be able to cultivate his own ling fields. Such ability, it didn't seem like an outer sect disciple.
In the entire Wu Kong Mountain, there was only Wu Kong Sword Sect. The area was enormous. The entire Western Peak was divided into the residential area for outer sect disciples. They could build as big a place as they wanted to live. But most people would choose the courtyards left behind by former outer sect disciples. Even though no one had lived there for a long time, it only needed to be cleaned.
Zuo Mo's days were much better. Even though he was an outer sect disciple, but he had been picked up by the sect leader. No one dared to bully him. His talent and comprehension were very high. After comprehending the third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], his days became even more comfortable.
The location of the meditation mat, the ling energy was much denser than other places!
In the dark room, a thin male, a wooden and rigid face, gave out a string of snickers that made people's hairs stand on end.
But Zuo Mo usually persisted in meditating on the old meditation mat that had been preserved. After such a long time, it still hadn't rotted. Maybe this meditation mat had something special. That mysterious nameless shixiong made him be careful of anything that had been preserved in the room. He didn't dare to underestimate it.
Only now did he gradually realize why that nameless shixiong had built such a large yard. It was most likely to protect this small section of ling vein.
All the spells in [Art of Aged Gold] were derived from aged gold energy. Without being able to form aged gold energy, he couldn't learn any of the spells in [Art of Aged Gold].
The entire yard was ruined and rotten. Spider webs were everywhere. The furniture had all rotted away. The formation in the room had not been repaired for a long time and could not be activated. No one fought with him for it.
The rent for the ling fields was converted to ling grains. Every year, one had to turn in ling grains and receive enough sect contribution points to have the qualifications to stay in the sect as an outer sect disciple. If he wanted to learn new spells, then he had to continue to increase the sect contribution points.
The jade scroll contained five spells, [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], [Art of Earth Energy], [Art of Aged Gold], [Art of Flora], [Art of Crimson Flame]. Other than [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], the other four were spells that Zuo Mo had never learned before.
There was no need to rear anything in the fish pond. Just taking a bath in the summer was an extremely enjoyable experience. Ling fields were good. Zuo Mo was smart. The ling fields rented from the sect had to pay rent. The ling fields in this yard didn't have to pay rent. In addition, there was also a cold spring in the courtyard.
Roughly counting, the ones that could fall into his hands were pitifully few. Even Old Black himself was reluctant to eat the spirit grains that he had grown.
Old Black had been an outer sect disciple of Wu Kong Sword Sect for twenty years. His cultivation was low and he had planted ling grains in the sect for twenty years.
When he had just moved in, Zuo Mo had looked around for a place to meditate and found a seclusion room. When he pushed open the door to the quiet room, a pungent smell of rot assaulted his nostrils. There were many praying mats scattered on the ground, which had already rotted into a pile of weeds. Only one praying mat was more or less intact.
His entire body felt refreshed, the exhaustion and tiredness from before swept away.
Zuo Mo had spent tremendous effort to clean the seclusion room. Only this intact praying mat was left.
No one would have thought that there was a ling vein underground in this abandoned yard!
The first spell he learned was [Art of Aged Gold]. In the five elements, gold was used for killing and destruction. Most of the gold element spells were related to killing. Ling grains had many natural enemies and were very troublesome. For example, there was a kind of aphids. They would burrow into the ling grains to reproduce. They would even hollow out the stalks of the ling grains. Normal farmers couldn't do anything to them.
He flipped through [Art of Aged Gold] word by word, not daring to miss anything. The spells he had learned were pitifully few. Learning a completely new spell, he instantly felt it was difficult.
He had planted ling grains in all five mu of ling fields. The ling grains were half a person tall. The edges of the leaves were serrated and very sharp. If he wasn't careful, it was easy to be cut. These ling grains had been sown at the same time. The height was very uniform, a patch of green, very pleasing.
[Art of Aged Gold] was a pretty good solution. It could let the power of gold permeate into the inside of the ling grains and kill the pests inside. This was the spell that Zuo Mo needed the most right now. Other than the agreements he had made with the other shixiong, he had rented fifty mu of ling fields.
Old Black cheerfully raised his thumb: "Mo ge's [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] really lives up to its name!" Finishing, his face full of joy, he crouched down and inspected the growth of the ling grains.
The only regret Zuo Mo had was that the ling fields had been abandoned for too long. The grade had dropped by a grade. Right now, it was only first-grade ling fields. It had taken Zuo Mo a lot of effort to recover. But to rise to second-grade again, it needed time.
Zuo Mo's heart was beating furiously. At first, he thought it was the work of the praying mat. But he quickly found the true reason – under the praying mat, there was a small branch of the ling vein! This ling vein was extremely small. One step away from the praying mat, he didn't feel anything.
The scripture he practiced was [Ten Principles Scripture]. As a widely spread second-grade scripture, its specialty was that it was peaceful and righteous. He basically didn't need to worry about going berserk. The majority of the outer sect disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect chose it as their main scripture. But if they wanted to enter zhuji, the success rate was very small. The disciples with great ambitions needed to use more sect contribution points to exchange for higher grade scriptures.
But even so, even in a small sect like Wu Kong Sword Sect, there were still countless people that wanted to come in. Even though it was hard, but they could learn something. In the future, when they left, they could find a good job. For people like Old Black who didn't have any family wealth, this was a very stable job.
After learning the secret of the ling vein, Zuo Mo became even more low-key. He knew the principle of not showing off one's wealth. If other people knew about this ling vein, there would be many schemes. The best result was that the sect would take it back.
Finishing his thoughts, Zuo Mo started to study the jade scroll in his hand.
He took out the jade scroll he had bought yesterday. This jade scroll was made from a good jade piece, verdant and glistening. Gripping it in his hand, it felt cold and solid.
Zuo Mo's yard was extremely large. He might be thin and weak, but he liked big things. So at the beginning, he had picked the largest yard on the Western Peak. Seven rooms with seven entrances and seven exits, half a mu of fish pond, about five mu of ling fields. The shixiong that had built this yard was definitely a farming maniac. The fish pond didn't have a fake mountain, the yard didn't have a garden, there weren't any decorations. This shixiong had completely transformed it into ling fields.
The zombie face was wooden, but that pair of bright eyes showed a hint of viciousness.
In his mind, the mountain of ling grains appeared, and he laid contentedly on top.
But at night, it would be slightly dark.
To prevent people from stealing, Zuo Mo had set up jinzhi around the yard. These low level jinzhi didn't have any offensive power, but if they were touched, it would cause a great disturbance.
With his cultivation of lianqi seventh level, he could last three cycles at a time. He could feel that with each breath, a portion of the ling energy he took in merged into the ling energy circulating inside his body. The ling energy in the surroundings was dense. Each time he took in a large amount of ling energy. In these two years, the reason he was able to go from lianqi third level to lianqi seventh level was because of this little ling vein.
This didn't have any effect on Zuo Mo. He liked to sleep on the roof at night, meditate in the seclusion room. The other rooms were empty, or used as storerooms to store some normal food. As for formations, he had found someone to carve a Glimmer formation. It was for illumination at night. He was too lazy to spend the money for the rest.
He casually ate something to fill his stomach. Before entering zhuji, xiuzhe still needed normal food. Normal food might not be able to provide ling energy, but it was necessary for lianqi xiuzhe. Luckily, normal food was cheap and no one needed to worry about starving to death.
Zuo Mo seemed to have entered a void. The ling energy slowly moved along a fixed path. Every time he completed a cycle, his body would become slightly lighter.
But when he saw Old Black's sincerity and joy as he stared at the ling grains, for some reason, he didn't feel very happy.
Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Zuo Mo expressionlessly said: "Alright, I'm so tired."
Zuo Mo was very excited to be able to learn a new spell. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
After circulating it three times, Zhang Xuan's consciousness retreated from the void.
When Zuo Mo sat on the meditation mat for the first time, he was dumbstruck.
Two hours passed and there was no progress. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't form the aged gold energy described in [Art of Aged Gold].
Zuo Mo knew better than anyone how hard it was to be an outer sect disciple.
It could be predicted that starting from now, for a long time, he would need to put most of his attention on the remaining four spells.
Making rain for fifty mu of ling fields. For Zuo Mo's cultivation of lianqi seventh level, it wasn't a small amount of work.
Other people didn't have any interest in this kind of yard that didn't have any beauty, no interest, and had incomplete formations. But Zuo Mo liked it.
Sitting on the meditation mat, the thick ling energy in the surroundings made him so comfortable he almost moaned. Controlling his emotions, focusing his mind, the ling energy in his body slowly moved.
— — What a life to yearn for!
This unknown shixiong, quickly became Zuo Mo's idol.
In one breath, he placed more than thirty meditation mats on the floor of the seclusion room. Other than that, there were seventy or eighty meditation mats piled in the corner. These meditation mats were of different colors and shapes. They were all woven by him. Zombie Xiao Mo liked to weave meditation mats. This strange hobby was widespread among the outer sect disciples. So much so that when some people wanted to ask him for help, they would buy a few exquisite meditation mats as a gift. This directly caused the number of meditation mats to increase and fill the seclusion room.
Building a house had its own rules. Usually, it was best to build on top of ling veins. If one stayed in a place with thick ling energy for a long time, the speed of cultivation would be faster. This was also the reason those secret paradises were expensive. But there weren't many places with ling veins. When would it be the turn of outer sect disciples like them?
Channeling ling energy into the jade stick, many characters instantly floated in his mind.
The harvest from these fifty mu of ling fields was a significant portion of his yearly income.
After he was done, he leisurely returned to his residence.
Zuo Mo had no ambitions. He didn't have any clues to his origins. Other than living comfortably, he didn't have any other thoughts.
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