Cultivation of immortality in the troubled times of demons and martial arts

Summer passes and autumn comes.

The ears of rice in the 13-acre spiritual field in Jade Cliff are so full that they almost fall to the ground. You can see the uniform grains of the rice grains in them.

Fang Xi held a sickle and began to harvest.

The growth of these red-blooded spiritual rice is similar to his estimate. One acre of land can yield three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice.

During this period, the old Taoist Kuchiki still looked at the door and wanted to introduce some of his own spiritual farmers to Fang Xi, but Fang Xi refused directly.

Then Wei Yixin also came, showing off how much he had gained last time out, and invited Fang Xi to go on an adventure outside the island with him.

In response, Fang Xi naturally rolled her eyes and still refused.

By this time, his friendship with these two families had really become weaker and weaker.

This is exactly what Fang Xi needs.

A granary was specially built in the courtyard. After putting the last bag of spiritual rice into the warehouse, Fang Xi couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Even he felt a little tired after working hard for the past few days.

After meditating and adjusting her breath, Fang Xi took out the spiritual rice she had just collected this year and made a pot of red blood spiritual rice.

Whoops!

After the rice was cooked, he opened the lid and saw a pot of red rice that was still steaming.

But there was a fishy smell in the hot air.

Fang Xi picked up the chopsticks and frowned after just tasting it: "It does taste very thick and a little fishy... It's best not to eat it alone, but to make it into other pastries or something."

However, after eating the red blood rice, he felt that the energy and blood in his body were lively, almost the same as eating Tai Sui meat.

'Anyway, this spiritual rice is not for me to eat, but for Tai Sui. That's it...'

If Tai Sui wants to produce meat, he must continue to feed him food.

Fang Xi believed that this spiritual rice from the world of immortality must be much better than ordinary rice.

"When the time comes, I will plant spiritual rice, feed the spiritual rice to Tai Sui, and then cut Tai Sui meat to feed the demon tree...a perfect self-produced and self-sold industry chain!"

You can save some of the spiritual rice for sowing and continue planting next year.

In this way, it is almost equivalent to a continuous supply of Tai Sui meat, and there is no need to go out to get blood food!

This also reduces the risk of demon tree exposure!

"Well, I still have to return the spirit stone. I am a man of my word."

Fang Xi specially set aside 600 kilograms of red blood rice, intending to return it to Kuchiki.

This old Taoist originally lent him twenty spiritual stones to buy the ‘Flying Talisman’, but he actually had a very good vision.

It's a pity that there are too many descendants who are useless, and I'm afraid that the future of the Mu family will be worrying.

Although Mr. Kuchiki had previously promised that his family members would work with all their might, Fang Xi still refused to do so simply because he did not want to be disturbed.

This has nothing to do with paying back the money.

'But... when I start practicing the 'immortality technique' in the future, I won't be able to leave the Emerald Cliff too far... Maybe I really need such a person to inquire about outside information for me, or even buy supplies...'

'But you definitely can't choose an adult. It's best to cultivate someone who is loyal and sincere from childhood...'

‘It’s still too troublesome. It would be nice if I could collect the puppet technique. ’

Fang Xi put the spiritual rice into the storage bag, released the black cloud bag, and immediately flew into the sky towards Mirror Moon Lake.

Today, Ruan Xingling also sent a transmission note, indicating that the flying magic weapon has been refined, and the two things happened to be done together.

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Mirror Moon Lake.

The spiritual mist is misty, and there seems to be a phantom of the moon floating in it.

Fang Xi took out her magic weapon token, and the mist dispersed automatically, revealing a passage.

He drove the black cloud pocket, flew directly into the Ruan family mansion, and found Ruan Xingling.

backyard.

Ruan Xingling took out a palm-sized flying boat and handed it to Fang Xi: "Fortunately, you have lived up to your fate. Take a look!"

Fang Xi nodded, took the boat and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the boat was about the size of a palm and had an apricot color, indicating that it still had some wooden textures.

On both sides of the boat, a black wing pattern is painted on each side.

"Black Feather Boat, this boat is mainly made of the wing bones of first-order high-grade birds. I also added a piece of cloud cotton wood to increase stability and comfort. It can open a windproof shield to avoid strong winds during flight... "

Ruan Xingling said: "You can try it."

"No need, I will naturally believe it if the island owner takes action."

Fang Xi smiled and put the black feather boat away: "I wonder how much the island master's spiritual stone is worth?"

"You just need to pay for the materials of Yunmianmu. Refining these magical weapons will also be beneficial to my practice of weapon refining!"

Ruan Xingling waved her hand: "After all, I was originally going to refine the Qinghe Sword for Qin Zhong, but this time I just changed my request..."

…

"There doesn't seem to be any earth fire in Mirror Moon Lake?"

Fang Xi walked out of Jingyue Lake, but she was thinking about something else.

He also has the inheritance of weapon refining. Although he has only tasted it briefly and stopped after confirming that his talent is not good, he still knows some general ideas.

To refining a first-level magic weapon, if you are not a foundation-building monk and cannot use your own innate true fire, then you can only use earth fire!

There should be no fire veins in Mirror Moon Lake or even on Peach Blossom Island!

'So... it's some other side methods of refining weapons, such as... raising a demon beast that can swallow demon fire? ! ’

Fang Xi touched her chin and took out the black feather boat.

After the mana was injected into it, the boat suddenly expanded and turned into a small boat about ten feet long.

Feeling that there was no stagnation in the injection of mana, Fang Xi couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

He jumped on the boat and found that there were several grooves on the base where spiritual stones could be placed to replace the monk's mana consumption.

Generally speaking, most of the spirit boats that fly long distances cannot be driven entirely by monks' mana, and they still have to consume spirit stones!

But if she were to fly on Peach Blossom Island, Fang Xi's own magic power would be enough.

"Walk!"

He squeezed the magic formula with his hand, and the black feather boat suddenly flew into the sky, like a black stream of light!

"This speed is much faster than Heiyun Kabuto, almost comparable to the 'Flying Talisman'!"

After flying into the sky for a while and confirming the performance, Fang Xi couldn't help but feel a little silent.

Such a spiritual boat is probably close to the level of a high-grade magic weapon.

"This favor is not small..."

Unfortunately, the more this happened, the less Fang Xi dared to ask Ruan Xingling to refine the snake dragon armor.

"After I go back, I will take advantage of the slack time to quickly set up the small cloud and rain formations to block out all prying eyes..."

After all, after the underground cave was developed, everything was on track.

By next year, we will probably be able to plant trees.

Fang Xi was in a good mood and came to Twin East Peak.

"Ancestor!"

At this time, heart-wrenching cries could be heard from the continuous houses.

"what happened?"

Fang Xi landed on the flying boat, saw a Mu family monk, and asked quickly.

"Ancestor Mu Xu... has passed away!"

The monk was about fifty years old, his eyes were red, and his voice was crying: "Fellow Taoist, I came just in time, I was just going to inform you..."

"Kuchiki, unexpectedly..."

Fang Xi couldn't help but remain silent as she thought that the old Taoist Kuchiki's deadline was not far away.

Life is so fragile sometimes.

Compared to those casual cultivators who are like duckweeds in the wind, Kuchiki Lao Tao can sit at home and be buried in his family's spiritual place after his death. The genealogy records that he has made great achievements and his life can be considered complete...

"This is really..."

Fang Xi hurriedly said some words of comfort, but she remembered that she had met Mr. Kuchiki a few months ago and had discovered that he had death energy.

The other party must have known about it for a long time. After making arrangements for his funeral, he suddenly had nothing to say.

He walked a few steps and came to the Mu family lobby, which had been temporarily decorated like a mourning hall. A group of filial sons and grandsons were wearing mourning clothes and crying.

"Mu Xuan and I are also friends, so I came here to pay my respects!"

Fang Xi twisted three sticks of incense, bowed solemnly, turned around and said to everyone in the Mu family.

"Thank you..."

Mu Wen was dressed in mourning clothes, wiped his tears, and seemed less arrogant in his dealings with others than before.

'Young people grow up very quickly... I hope there will be changes in the future and I will live up to Kuchiki's hard work...'

Fang Xi sighed in her heart, and then said: "I borrowed twenty spiritual stones from Taoist Kuchiki before. Today I have a good harvest of spiritual rice. I thought about returning them, but I didn't expect that heaven and man will be separated forever. Alas... I hope that Taoist Kuchiki will be reincarnated in the future. Keep on the road!”

This is just a scene. After all, there is no such thing as the underworld in the world of immortality.

The so-called reincarnation is just a good wish.

When Mu Wen heard this, he was a little stunned: "My ancestor never said anything about this before his soul wandered to Taixu..."

These are twenty spirit stones! Could it be that our ancestors were confused at that time?

But why didn't you leave a receipt?

Fortunately, this person knew how to pay back the money, but I don’t know if the interest was deducted!

Mu Wen's heart couldn't help but turn over and over again.

Seeing him stunned, Fang Xi didn't say much and handed a storage bag containing six hundred kilograms of spiritual rice to Mu Wen: "This is six hundred kilograms of spiritual rice. The storage bag can be regarded as my memorial gift." , there is no need to give it away to my good nephew..."

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Although Mu Wen said polite words, his palms were tightly grasping the storage bag.

Fang Xi comforted her with a few more words, turned around and left, sighing secretly in her heart: "It's still just a layer of experience... As expected, it is the hardest thing to change in one's bones."

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Emerald Cliff.

Kuchiki Laodao's funeral was not attended.

He went to worship once and did his best, and that was all.

After all, he had some friendship with Kuchiki Lao Dao.

As for this old Taoist who hopes to transfer his friendship to his descendants? It's really a bit naive...

Fang Xi took out the geography jade slips she had measured before, came to a certain location, grabbed a formation flag with both hands, and thrust it hard into the ground!

The flags are all white, with many mysterious runes embroidered on them, and there is fluorescent light flowing around them.

"The Xiaoyunyu Formation has a total of eighteen flags, as well as other auxiliary components... plus the core formation disk, which is much more expensive than ordinary magic weapons..."

"If there are any mistakes or omissions in the formation, the formation will not be coherent..."

At this time, Fang Xi also felt that it was no wonder that it was best to cultivate spiritual consciousness to get started with the formation.

Since I don't have spiritual consciousness, I can't put it out. Many measurements and calculations are very troublesome. Even after arranging the formation flag, observing the flow of spiritual energy is far less clear than the spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, there was a jade slip. If she copied the answer accordingly, Fang Xi could still do it.

After a busy day, he came to the training room and inlaid low-grade spiritual stones on the array plate with a solemn expression.

"The heavenly stems and earthly branches are all correct..."

"This is the moment!"

After calculating the time and distance, Fang Xi buried the formation disk into the dug formation holes.

Buzz!

The array disk was activated instantly, and white spiritual lines appeared one after another, and continued to spread to the surroundings.

Fang Xi is holding the master token that controls the restriction, and is constantly debugging...