When Zuo Mo disappeared from the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao opened his eyes. In the bloody pupil, there was panic.
They all bowed, but they were curiously examining this shixiong. The news that Fourth Shigu had taken a male disciple had spread through Fragrant Ginger Yard. Zuo Mo's background had long been investigated by this group of female disciples. What reassured them was that Zuo Mo had helped the female disciples at the Eastern Peak in charge of animal husbandry. He wasn't someone that would bully others. They were all outer sect female disciples and couldn't be considered Shi Feng Rong's disciples. Their status was far from Zuo Mo's and naturally, they didn't dare to slight him.
"Come to Fragrant Ginger Yard at five o 'clock."
Master's voice came from the inner yard and coincidentally resolved Zuo Mo's situation. He almost ran away.
After the time it took for five incense sticks to burn, he finally stopped. Just as his hands moved, the faint gold light instantly disappeared.
Zuo Mo was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.
[Art of Crimson Flame] could condense pure yang essence. For yang ling plants, it was very beneficial.
Seeing Zuo Mo's distressed state, light laughter rose among the female disciples.
But then he thought about it and understood. The great majority of the effort was due to [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. His consciousness was much stronger than before. No matter if it was the calming mind of [Art of Crimson Flame], or the communication of [Art of Earth Energy], they were all closely related to the consciousness.
Up until now, he only had the experience of growing ling grains. Any kind of ling plant, it had different requirements and requirements. Luckily, Elder Wei Nan's jade scroll had detailed descriptions so he didn't need to explore it himself.
The fire sea and stars had appeared very early. It should be related to [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. The star appeared after he completed a breath of time. Could it be that it represented a breath of time? What about the red flames?
He had been too busy in this period of time, so busy that he had forgotten Pu Yao's existence. Only now did he suddenly think of Pu Yao and decided to go to the sea of consciousness to take a look.
… …
Oh, of course, if there was jingshi, then it was a different matter.
On the two sides of the river were dense red flames. These dancing flames were like red water plants growing in the river.
He still wasn't clear what the fire sea and stars were but this ice river was like the ice crystal tide sword essence that he had comprehended! He was very certain of this. Because in his eyes, what was flowing in the river wasn't ice crystals, but countless sword intents! This ice river had also been formed during this period of time. He vaguely felt that it seemed to be related to something, but no matter how much he racked his brains, he still couldn't find anything.
A thread of faint gold light came down from the sky. Passing through Zuo Mo's hands, it landed on the fire dragon grass.
He wanted to ask Pu Yao but he knew that Pu Yao would not answer.
This was also why among all the xiuzhe, if it was one on one, sword xiu had the greatest power.
And according to Senior Wei Nan's experience in the jade scroll, refining pills was much faster than growing spirit plants.
Zuo Mo turned his head to look around. Not seeing anyone else, he confirmed that the person was looking for him. He carefully reached for the flying sword. The moment his fingers touched the flying sword, a voice sounded in his mind.
What made him dumbfounded was a river — he didn't know when, but a river had appeared in his sea of consciousness.
In the void above, the star grew brighter and brighter. Whether it was the wildly dancing flames or the sparkling river of ice, nothing could block its light.
The leaves of the fire dragon grass became even brighter. The entire ling plant was full of vitality.
[Art of Crimson Flame] emphasized on calming the mind and endurance. This wasn't a problem for Zuo Mo at all. In reality, after getting the jade medal, he found that he had taken a detour. If he had chosen [Art of Crimson Flame], he could have gotten the jade medal earlier. However, there was no free lunch in this world. He had taken down the hardest of the five spells, [Art of Flora]. The other spells would naturally follow.
Zuo Mo prepared to cast [Art of Earth Energy]. Every day, casting all kinds of spells on these ling herbs and grasses was a mission he had to complete. He didn't know if it was because he had used it too much but [Art of Crimson Flame] and [Art of Earth Energy] quickly reached the third level. It wasn't as difficult as the previous three spells.
In this period of time, Master hadn't come to find him. It must have been to give him time to settle down.
A few days passed. Twenty mu of ling fields, some ling grasses and herbs had sprouted. The tender green carried Zuo Mo's hopes.
Zuo Mo finally relaxed. A while ago, he had been tortured by the pink little thousand crane to the point of wanting to die. It wasn't easy for him to stop for a while. The pitiful Zuo Mo. His mind had been tortured until it was very weak. He was extremely suspicious of these things.
In the sea of fire, beside the ice river, under the stars, on a gravestone shrouded in black clouds, Pu Yao silently listened to the sound tablet on his leg.
A river that was flashing with silver light. The surface of the river wasn't wide but abnormally straight. Following the middle of the sea of consciousness, it divided the sea of consciousness into two. When Zuo Mo neared, he found to his shock that the river wasn't water, but countless large and small ice crystals. Light reflected off the ice crystals, flashing with silver light. Countless ice crystals refracted at the same time. The blinding light made the sea of consciousness slightly brighter. They slowly surged up and down like the tide. They were suffused with layers of fine and dazzling silver light, like a dormant dragon of ice crystals sleeping soundly.
When he had finished studying the jade scrolls, he started to take care of the preparatory work. Luckily, these were all normal ling herbs and grasses and didn't need anything expensive or rare. Otherwise, he could only stare.
It was Master Shi Feng Rong's voice.
Compared to before, the area of the sea of consciousness was multiple times larger. This wasn't a surprise to him because his consciousness had improved greatly. He had found long ago that once his consciousness improved, the area of the sea of consciousness would also expand.
"Shixiong!"
"Shixiong!"
He gave up on [Ten Principles Scripture]. It was a dream to rely on it to zhuji. [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] became his only choice. He used it as a scripture to cultivate ling energy. After zhuji, the sect would pass down new scriptures. At that time, he would have many choices.
Even though he had reached the ninth level of lianqi, but there was still a distance from zhuji. The ling energy needed for the ninth level of lianqi was much more than the previous levels. Zuo Mo wasn't impatient. With the help of such a high grade ling vein, if he still couldn't enter zhuji, then he really didn't need to cultivate.
Zuo Mo's mind was excited. Master was very skilled in the area of dan -making. And according to Li Ying Feng Shijie, the dan that Master made always sold well. In the past, Master had been travelling outside and the income of the sect had been greatly affected.
A purple flying sword the length of a middle finger suddenly appeared next to Zuo Mo's hand.
Just like usual, Zuo Mo stood in front of the fire dragon grass, channeling ling energy. His hands quickly moved. It was [Art of Crimson Flame]. After practicing finger movements in the water for a long time, the nimbleness of his hands was much stronger than before. The simple finger movements of [Art of Crimson Flame], for him, were much easier to cast.
He could feel that his ling energy had increased very quickly in this period of time.
Zuo Mo was flustered and hurriedly returned the greeting.
Five o 'clock, Zuo Mo accurately came to Fragrant Ginger Yard.
"Come in."
Zuo Mo didn't need to consider this. At least, before zhuji, he didn't need to consider this. For him, the most important thing right now was zhuji. Next was the five basic five element spells. This would directly affect how much he would earn.
Seeing Zuo Mo, the female disciples all stopped what they were doing.
Humming a little tune, Zuo Mo directed the mud turning earthworms to plow the ling fields and sow the ling grasses and herbs he had bought.
Time slowly passed.
Zuo Mo was motionless like a stone person.
Suddenly, a purple light from the sky landed next to his hand.
Flying sword messenger?
Studying jade scrolls, diligently practicing [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. Other than that, he also needed to take care of the medicine fields in Cold Mist Valley. Each day, he was extremely busy, his feet almost never touching the ground.
The faint gold light that came down from the sky became slightly darker. A layer of faint gold appeared on both of Zuo Mo's hands, as though they were plated with a layer of gold.
The sea of consciousness was very quiet. Only the sound of the sound tablet floated. The deep red flame danced, like the most seductive dancing girl twisting her waist. The slowly flowing ice river was like a sword, cold and eerie, the stars deep and hard to fathom. All of this, formed a very tense scene that gave him an unparalleled impact!
After a beat, Zuo Mo refocused.
But he couldn't immediately plant the seeds.
Zuo Mo moved the fire dragon grass into his own ling fields. The West Wind Valley had a lot of sunlight and was more suitable for the growth of the fire dragon grass.
Inspecting this fire dragon grass, Zuo Mo was very satisfied. [Art of Crimson Flame] was extremely effective against yang plants.
This was the first time he came to Fragrant Ginger Yard. Stepping into the yard, he saw many female disciples working. Some were drying ling herbs, some were sorting and sorting. There were even some that had ling energy moving on their hands, crushing ling herbs. In the enormous yard, there were more than forty female disciples working.
Zuo Mo needed to carefully plan the twenty mu of ling fields. He didn't have enough capital on hand. He couldn't afford the good ling herbs and seeds. According to Elder Wei Nan's summary of experience, he picked the ones that had the best value for money. To ensure his profits, Zuo Mo had carefully investigated the present market before taking a large bag of seeds back to the mountain.
"I'm very poor, I'm very poor, I'm very poor, poor, poor, poor … …"
Entering the sea of consciousness, he gaped.
All plants were divided into yin and yang. Zuo Mo also divided his ling fields into two. The area with better sunlight was used to plant yang plants, and the area with more moisture and shade was used to plant yin plants.
The female disciple at the front instantly turned her face, staring in displeasure at the laughing female disciples. The laughter stopped.
Zuo Mo could finally recover. Even he felt he couldn't endure the workload these days. After the seeds were sown, the workload was reduced by more than half, and he could also free up his hands to cultivate. This was also why sword xiu usually didn't like cultivating other life spells at the same time. Cultivating any spell required large amounts of time and energy. For sword xiu, they only needed to focus on cultivating the sword. This would allow them to have unparalleled battle power.
Zuo Mo didn't disturb Pu Yao and left the sea of consciousness.
Of course, in reality, the situation was more complex. In a battle between two xiuzhe, there were too many factors that could affect the battle. It was complex, like cultivation, talismans, formations, spells etc.
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