Zuo Mo had felt hatred, anger, hopelessness from Pu Yao's torture of him. But when Master revealed that his features had been changed and his mind erased, the emotions that had once troubled him seemed to disappear.
Talismans, jade scrolls, materials … …
According to Fu Jin, it wasn't just Sky Moon Jie. The prices of ling grains in other jie were continuously rising. All of this meant that the conflict in Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie was continuously increasing.
Zuo Mo also knew the market price. These things definitely weren't worth fifty pieces of second-grade jingshi. He shook his head, "Too much. Thirty pieces is fine."
He remembered very clearly the feeling of unfamiliarity when he first opened his eyes two years ago. In these two years, that voice that appeared in his dreams had tortured him countless times. He had been afraid, terrified, hesitant, lost. He had wanted to go and search for an answer, but there were no clues. He had no way to start. So he had lived aimlessly, and had never been happy.
This little bit of torture, what was it?
His mind moved quickly and gave a good price, "Fifty pieces of second-grade jingshi. How about it? "
The ling grains contained abundant ling energy, and after the ling energy was converted to ling power, it was gentle and soft, not as domineering as the ling energy absorbed from jingshi. Also, if he went to some special places, like Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie. Three thousand years ago, the yaomo had suffered a great defeat. In order to preserve their strength, the remaining one hundred something experts of the yaomo used their own flesh and blood as a guide, with seven intermediate jie as the axis, and forty nine little jie as the screen, to create Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie to stop the advancement of the xiuzhe. Inside Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie, all of the ling energy became domineering and chaotic. Xiuzhe could not absorb it at all.
Dong Fu was the same as usual, filled with people. Zuo Mo headed straight for the free market and found Fu Jin.
The ling vein in the rock room had become Zuo Mo's greatest secret other than Pu Yao. He was especially careful. To conceal the entrance, he didn't just use a piece of rock to seal the entrance, he also planted large amounts of weeds and shrubs around the entrance. From the outside, it definitely wouldn't be possible to see anything. The only thing he was worried about was elders like Master or the sect leader coming to his place. So he didn't dare to set up any jinzhi. With his skill, the jinzhi he set up was completely useless against the sect leader and the others, and would attract their attention.
Pu Yao sat on the gravestone with his eyes closed every day as though he was meditating. Did he also need to cultivate? Zuo Mo was very curious.
"What is it?" Fu Jin asked as he quickly opened the sack. With just a glance, he could roughly determine the value of these items. Although there seemed to be a lot of things, they were actually not worth much. Thinking about it, it was normal. How could an outer disciple in the Qi Condensation realm give out valuable things?
Fu Jin's eyes were very sharp. Seeing the spring sprout jade medal at Zuo Mo's waist, he instantly stilled. After a while, he reacted. While there was still shock in his eyes, he quickly put a smile on his face. "Congratulations Little Mo Ge, congratulations Little Mo Ge! Tsk tsk, such a young ling plant farmer, Little Mo Ge was extraordinary as expected! Fast forward, fast forward! "
On the back of the grey beaked goose, Zuo Mo looked at the faintly discernible Dong Fu in the sky. He tightened his fist.
Because he needed answers!
But for a small sect like Wu Kong Sword Sect, they could only provide a certain amount every month, and only low grade ling grains. But Zuo Mo had never eaten first grade ling grains before.
He only had one thought, and that was to find the answer. Who was it? Who did all of this!
These days, every day during the day, he would take care of the ling fields like usual. At night, he would secretly run to the ling vein in the stone room to meditate and practice [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].
His days right now could be said to be extremely free. Other than jingshi, there would be a monthly supply of ling grains. He had planted ling grains for more than two years but had never eaten them before.
However, compared to Zuo Mo's situation, Wei Nan's situation in the past had been much more difficult. For Zuo Mo, the path that he had explored, for Zuo Mo, was of great value.
Even now that Zuo Mo was an inner sect disciple, even though the sect would focus on nurturing him and give him benefits in all aspects, there was a limit.
"Ha, it really is a small world, enemies don't meet." A strange voice broke Zuo Mo's thoughts.
Of the two people in front of him, one was the Dong Qi Sword Sect disciple that his flying sword had cracked. The other person was unfamiliar, probably his shixiong. His presence was clearly stronger.
"Who are you! Do you have the right to speak? "That person took back his hand and said coldly.
What didn't need jingshi?
A sword energy with a faint frost energy headed straight for his brow!
Zuo Mo felt that Pu Yao was a true yaomo. He would give you soul-shaking temptations, and would make you fall to the lowest level of hell when you were most satisfied.
The voice suddenly stopped. Fu Jin's entire body was thrown out like a sandbag.
There was a brand new yard inside the valley. The outer walls were neatly made from limestone. The exquisite patterns of the limestone and the cold and hard texture caused the little yard to be cold and quiet. The vines were like a waterfall, the sky full of stars occasionally mixed in. The pond in the yard wasn't the muddy pond that he had lived in before. First-grade Purple Fire Lotuses were planted in it. The purple lotuses were like purple flames blooming in the water, giving off a purple light at night, exceptionally dazzling. Among the Purple Fire Lotuses, the silver scissor fish swam happily, like countless blades, dozens of silver lines crisscrossing, dazzling.
"Which family is so heartless as to let out a dog?" Zuo Mo stared at the guy that had just attacked, his thumb lightly rubbing the gold sword ring.
Zuo Mo hadn't thought that the other would suddenly attack. He didn't manage to react and hurriedly ran over to help Fu Jin up. Seeing the handprint on Fu Jin's face and the blood at the corner of his mouth, Zuo Mo's eyes darkened. He carefully helped Fu Jin up and slowly turned around.
Right now, he was awake.
"Alright." Fu Jin briskly handed over the jingshi and took the things. He said with a smile, "Little Mo ge is rich now. In the future, you have to help this little brother!"
Was the yaomo starting to counterattack?
Because he needed power!
Pia!
What was the easiest thing for lianqi to grow to earn jingshi? How to grow it?
The xiuzhe that went to Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie usually needed to bring large amounts of jingshi and ling grains. Jingshi was used to replenish the ling power that was used daily, but because the ling power inside jingshi was extremely domineering, it was easy to cause one's cultivation to collapse just by relying on jingshi. Even though the ling energy in ling grains was not as dense as jingshi, but the ling energy was gentle and could help the xiuzhe stabilize their cultivation.
Fu Jin was smart. Seeing the present situation, he grimaced inside but piled a smile on his face, "Sirs, come come come, everyone sit down and drink tea … …"
Definitely could not be forgiven!
Zuo Mo didn't bother with pleasantries. He threw the large bundle at Fu Jin, "Help me sell these things."
Right now, he definitely wouldn't go and provoke them. Pu Yao's personality was fickle, cold and crazy, but his power was unfathomable. This kind of person, you never knew what his next step would be. You never could guess what he was thinking, and you never knew what his goal was.
Thinking of ways to earn jingshi had been one of Wei Nan's most important things in the past. Actually, for every xiuzhe, jingshi was a problem that could not be avoided. The amount of jingshi that was earned would directly affect the speed of cultivation.
[Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] might mainly cultivate the spiritual power, but it was very good at increasing ling power, much better than [Ten Principles Scripture]. Adding on the help of the ling vein, after a few days, his progress was astounding! Without realizing it, his cultivation had silently broken through to the ninth level of lianqi.
He raised his head and instantly felt a headache.
The face of the person who had attacked him was like a pig's liver. He was furious, "You motherf * * * er … …"
Zuo Mo, who had finally obtained twenty mu of third grade ling fields, naturally had to calculate. Right now, he was penniless and had been squeezed dry by Pu Yao. The monthly allowance from the sect wasn't little, but for him, it was like trying to put out a cart of firewood with a cup of water.
Zuo Mo didn't have the heart to admire the beautiful scenery. Just like before, he went to Cold Mist Valley to make rain every day. Right now, he was an inner sect disciple. The rule of not being able to fly in the sect was no longer effective for him. Putting on the Spirit Travelling seal, he moved as though he was flying. His speed wasn't any slower than those flying ling beasts. Not only did he save a lot of time, he was also very satisfied.
Things like ling veins couldn't be directly turned into jingshi. But even if he could sell them, Zuo Mo definitely wouldn't sell them. Giving up long term benefits for short term benefits, why would such a smart person do such a stupid thing?
The two chatted for a while. Zuo Mo listened very carefully. Although Fu Jin was just a small businessman, his sense of smell was extremely sensitive. Any movement in the market couldn't be hidden from his eyes. As they talked, Fu Jin was extremely worried. Recently, the price of ling grains had been continuously rising. This was the first time something like this had happened in recent years. Every year, people would go to Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie to hunt yao, but the price of ling grains had never been so ridiculous. Connecting it to the recent rumors in Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie, it made people even more anxious.
Sitting on the grey beaked goose that the sect had given him, Zuo Mo leisurely sat on the back of the goose with bags of all sizes. These things, they were all gifts that other people had given him, but he didn't have any use for them. He decided to turn them all into jingshi. Even though he couldn't get much jingshi, but right now, he didn't have any other choice. It wasn't possible to hope that Pu Yao would spit out jingshi.
The voice suddenly stopped.
Hearing Fu Jin's words, Zuo Mo's heart couldn't help but become heavy. For low level xiuzhe, what they were most afraid of was unrest. If a great war like the one three thousand years ago really erupted, low level xiuzhe were the cannon fodder that died the fastest.
Zuo Mo was studying the jade scrolls that Elder Wei Nan had left behind. Elder Wei Nan's cultivation might be limited, but many of the paths that he had taken were worth Zuo Mo studying, like farming. Elder Wei Nan had once been a ling plant farmer and had learned dan -making. Wasn't that similar to Zuo Mo? Right now, Zuo Mo didn't plan on touching those obscure scriptures. How to earn jingshi was what he needed to consider right now.
The Little West Wind Yard became another important place in Wu Kong Sword Sect. Especially for the outer sect disciples, its importance far surpassed the yards of the inner sect shixiong. The great majority of the outer sect disciples were engaged in farming. What they were most afraid of was problems with the ling fields. With a ling plant farmer in the inner sect, their hearts were more secure. If something happened, at least they could find the person.
The disciples of some large sects would eat ling grains every day to increase their cultivation speed.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
