"What are you crying for? So annoying! "Zuo Mo scolded angrily, sitting down.
The female disciples of the sect were mostly in the animal room, responsible for raising ling beasts. Zuo Mo hadn't interacted much with her and didn't want trouble so he prepared to make a detour.
Picking up the hoe, the hoe was even heavier than before. Reaching out, he tapped it a few times. The sound was crisp. He could clearly feel that the quality had gone up a few levels, abnormally hard.
It needed to be used very carefully. Even though Wu Kong Mountain was lush with trees, but if he wasn't careful, it was easy for the trees to wither and die.
After the jerkiness at the beginning, his hands quickly became smooth. His fingers were like flowers continuously blooming. Each time they moved, a faint ling energy rippled in the air, spreading out in circles.
Walking out of the forest, following the mountain stream, he hurried in the direction of his little yard.
Five mu of ling fields, he had used [Art of Aged Gold] to kill the insects, used the fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to water, used the Ling Exciting Hoe to loosen the soil. In the entire sect, no one had ever planted ling grains so meticulously. He was very curious how much the production of these five mu of ling fields would increase this year.
Mother … …
Xu Yi shixiong had explained in detail. The Ling Exciting Hoe was the simplest talisman. Calling it a talisman, it was a bit of an overestimation. It couldn't even enter the first grade. But for Zuo Mo, who had no experience in forging, the problems were endless.
The dominance of [Art of Flora], even Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. This was just the first level and it could easily steal the vitality of the trees. If it reached a higher level, what would it be like?
Looking at this muddle-headed little girl, Zuo Mo rubbed his head. He might not have gone to the animal room but he knew the basic rules. The amount of ling grasses that ling beasts needed to eat usually wouldn't fluctuate too much. The sect had special ling fields to plant ling grasses.
Zuo Mo calmed his mind and channeled ling energy. The movements of his hands changed. It was clearly the inexperienced [Art of Flora].
Women?
The pine wood pole that had been prepared was inserted into the hoe and the Ling Exciting Hoe was completed.
The Ling Exciting Hoe really was an essential talisman for planting!
The ling energy inside Zuo Mo's body moved. His hands were like flowers blooming. The ling energy changed with the movements of his fingers. His hands were covered in a layer of red light.
He found his current location on Wu Kong Mountain in the jade scroll and made a mark. Next time, he would have to change locations. This place needed a while to recover.
Like the bronze ingot. To hammer it into the shape of a hoe, that was a test of Zuo Mo's ability. Fortunately, the bronze was soft. After hammering repeatedly for four hours, he could barely make a hoe shape.
"Go!"
Zuo Mo instantly became excited, the hoe flying. In one breath, he hoed all five mu of ling fields in the yard!
The bronze hoe was too soft and could easily become deformed, thus destroying the structure of the formation. Thus, the next step was to use the Flame Iron Ore to solidify it and increase its hardness. Holding the scarlet red Flame Iron Ore in his hand, he could clearly feel its warmth.
As the hoe swung down, the body of the hoe trembled slightly, and a strong vibration could be felt from the tip of the hoe. Zuo Mo bent down to inspect the ling fields and joy came onto his face.
"Po … Po is Po, he has to eat cyan sword grass every day, boohoo, not enough cyan sword grass …" While talking, she started crying again.
Who am I? Where is my home? Who is my mother …
He was a little distracted, but his footsteps involuntarily moved towards the sound of the crying.
The Flame Iron Ore became bright red. The bright red molten metal flowed onto the bronze hoe. The bronze hoe was like a sponge. Once the molten metal touched the hoe, it was absorbed, not a drop left. The color and texture of the bronze hoe silently changed. Within the bronze, there were hints of dark red.
That strange feeling of familiarity rose up in his heart again.
Zuo Mo took out a jade scroll from his bosom. Inside the jade scroll was the specific geography of Wu Kong Mountain. He had spent a lot of time to make it.
"What happened? Speak in detail. "
Damn it! He cursed inside. He hated this feeling. Every time this strange feeling of familiarity appeared, it would make his heart feel like it was blocked, unspeakably uncomfortable. Cursing was cursing, but the thoughts in his mind uncontrollably turned.
With a cultivation of lianqi eighth level, he had no problems with ling energy. If the production of these five mu of ling fields increased by a lot, he could use this kind of meticulous farming method to farm the fifty mu of ling fields he rented from the sect. Then he would become the wealthiest of all the outer sect disciples!
Good stuff!
The success of forging the first time gave Zuo Mo great encouragement. The bad luck in this period of time seemed to have been swept away. The study of the other three kinds of spells had gradually started, especially [Art of Flora]. The effects of the three spells were all different. [Art of Crimson Flame] could be used to activate seeds and hasten their growth. Other than that, it could gather the essence of the sun and was most suitable for yang ling plants. [Art of Earth Energy] could gather earth energy and was especially suitable for the growth of some yin ling plants.
His hands flipped and the red light flew out, hitting the bronze hoe and the Flame Iron Ore.
"Shut up!" Zuo Mo's angry shout definitely couldn't be called friendly. The little girl was shocked, her body instinctively shrinking back. A fearful expression floated onto her face, but her crying stopped.
This [Grass Essence Bead] needed to be used within six hours, using a special technique of the [Art of Plants]. Only then could the essence of the [Art of Plants] be dispersed into the Spirit plant. Otherwise, it would quietly dissipate.
"Nothing … …" The other's voice was like a mosquito.
The bronze hoe suddenly lit up. A clear light rippled across the body of the hoe. The body of the hoe that had been covered in crisscrossing marks was now as smooth as before. Zuo Mo finally released a breath. This Ling Exciting Hoe was more than half done. Up until now, it had been very successful.
In just a few moments, the green light became even brighter. Zuo Mo stopped the spell and a green bead landed in his palm. This was the bead made from the essence of plants. Putting the bead into his bosom, he inspected the ancient trees in the surroundings. The light of the leaves was much dimmer, some leaves even showing signs of yellow.
Putting the Flame Iron Ore on the bronze hoe, Zuo Mo recalled the forging spells that Xu Yi Shixiong had taught him. The crux of this step was to merge the liquid metal from the Flame Iron Ore into the bronze hoe. If there was a heart fire, it would be extremely easy to complete this step. But for Zuo Mo, he had to borrow some special spells.
Walking forward a few steps, a female disciple was curled up behind a rock. The apple face was covered in tears, pitiful. She was like a little cat curled up in a ball, her shoulders occasionally twitching.
As the ling energy vibrated, threads of green light flew out of the trees and gathered in Zuo Mo's hands.
After making seven or eight mistakes, Zuo Mo finally managed to carve the formation.
Zuo Mo's steps paused. A soft place in his heart was fiercely poked.
The fire in Zuo Mo's heart rose. He suddenly raised his voice, impatiently interrupting: "If I tell you to speak, then speak!"
But even if he was half dead from exhaustion, he still couldn't disguise the excitement in his heart. Successfully forging a talisman for the first time, the exhilaration was hard to describe.
Suddenly, he heard the female disciple sob, murmuring: "Wu wu, Mama … …"
Hearing the other's timid voice, Zuo Mo's heart became even more irritated: "Sorry my ass. What does your crying have to do with me. It's very annoying." He noticed that his attitude was too bad and tried to suppress the irritation in his heart, impatiently asking: "Speak, what is it?"
Growing ling grasses was much simpler than growing ling grains, so it was mostly the female disciples that were responsible for the animals that took care of it.
Carefully putting the plant essence bead into his bosom, he prepared to return.
[Art of Flora] was similar to [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], there was no yin and yang. But it was much more domineering than [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. It extracted the essence of plants to nourish the ling grains. The essence of [Art of Flora] was to steal, steal the essence of other plants to nourish oneself.
But for Zuo Mo, this was his limit.
With a pained expression, he took out a second-grade jingshi and embedded it in the center of the formation.
Excited, Zuo Mo instantly rushed to the ling fields in the yard and started to test the effects of this Ling Exciting Hoe.
Zuo Mo's right hand held a carving knife, carefully carving out [Vibration]. He had never used a carving knife before and often made mistakes. If he made a mistake, he needed to level it out again and carve it again.
He leaned on the Ling Exciting Hoe, panting like an ox, his face pale. He had been too excited just now and forgot that the weight of this Ling Exciting Hoe wasn't light. With his small body, it was very taxing.
He didn't stop, but the further he walked, the clearer the crying became.
Was there a problem with the ling grasses?
"Who is A Bao?" Zuo Mo glanced at her and asked.
Looking at the formation carvings on the surface of the bronze hoe, Zuo Mo's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. His present cultivation was too low and he could only use the lowest tool like a carving knife. If his cultivation was high, he could use the heart fire to forge and shape it as he wished. But his cultivation was also too low. A simple formation was enough to cover the entire body of the hoe. If his cultivation was high, he could set up hundreds of jinzhi on that flying sword. It could destroy the heavens and the earth, and be omnipotent!
There was a clear difference in the distribution of ling energy where he had been hoeing and the surroundings. The ling energy in the surrounding ling fields was not evenly distributed, either in balls or in chunks. And the piece of land that he had just hoed, the ling energy had all been shaken away and evenly distributed. This kind of free ling energy was the easiest to be absorbed by ling grains!
This undoubtedly made his heart beat. There was nothing more practical than ling grains and jingshi!
The little girl was clearly frightened by him. This wooden-faced shixiong, so scary! Her crying disappeared and she reflexively answered: "There isn't enough green sword hoe for A Bao and the others to eat."
The other was like a frightened kitten, suddenly shrinking back. When she saw the outer sect disciple robes on Zuo Mo's body, the fear in her eyes retreated. She said timidly with a sob: "Sorry, Shixiong … …"
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a woman crying.
The sunlight passed through the cracks in the trees and fell into the forest, forming mottled shadows. The weather of Wu Kong Mountain was very good, dry and pleasant. A cool breeze blew through the forest, without the slightest feeling of humidity. The surroundings were silent. This place was very remote. Other than Zuo Mo, no one would come.
Next, he had to carve formations on this bronze hoe. The formation on the Ling Exciting Hoe was very simple. One of the eight basic formations, [Quake]. For any xiuzhe, it wasn't unfamiliar. Formations weren't unfamiliar, but how to carve it was something else.
Every time he used [Art of Flora], Zuo Mo was very careful, afraid of destroying the ancient trees in the mountain. It wasn't easy for ancient trees to grow and survive. They had to go through hundreds and thousands of years before they could form. Even though the sect didn't have a written rule, but if he caused large amounts of ancient trees to wither, then what awaited him definitely wouldn't be good.
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