Farming in the Immortal Mansion

The shopkeeper waved his hand, and the assistants opened the boxes one after another.

For a moment, the courtyard was illuminated by the colorful light, and the aura of plants and trees in the air intoxicated Little Pomegranate!

Ye Ling was also moved when he looked at the hundreds of bundles of rare spiritual flowers and herbs in these boxes and cages.

"Please choose ten bundles!" The shopkeeper of Jubaofang said very politely.

For Ye Ling, the rare spiritual herbs are not about the number, but the type, because he has the spiritual field of the fairy house, which can plant these into the best and grow a lot.

Ye Ling smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper, there are so many rare spiritual herbs, each with different medicinal properties, and there are even many kinds that I have never seen. I plan to take them back and study their medicinal properties. How about this, bring some of each kind, and bundle them into ten bundles in total?"

"Okay!" The shopkeeper agreed readily.

Little Pomegranate hurried to help the young master sort the herbs, and the assistants also got busy.

Under Ye Ling's guidance, hundreds of rare spiritual herbs were finally divided into ten bundles and put into the storage bag by Ye Ling.

The shopkeeper invited them warmly: "I heard from Qiu Bao that you two came from afar and stayed in Master Ge's Shendan Pavilion for a long time. I think you must be a little tired. Now it's getting dark, and our shop has set up a night banquet in Qiu Shui Tower to welcome you! In addition, our shop also has some ancient elixir recipes, please appreciate them."

"Qiu Bao?" Little Pomegranate was stunned, and then understood that Qiu Bao was the name that the shop owner Qiu Lao gave to the little fat cat.

Ye Ling got a lot of rare spiritual herbs, and was secretly happy. When he heard that the shopkeeper was going to give him an ancient pill recipe, he responded happily: "Since the shopkeeper is so enthusiastic, then Ye will respectfully obey your order!"

The two followed the shopkeeper to the Qiushui Building of Jubaofang. It was magnificent with carved railings and painted buildings. As soon as they stepped into the building, the maids surrounded by pearls and jade on both sides bowed and saluted. Some led the way with lanterns, and some stood with feather fans.

When they arrived at the high building, there were some dancers with gorgeous costumes and graceful figures, dancing to welcome the guests.

Little Pomegranate stared at this scene with wide eyes. In the past, in the frozen cave of the ice and snow in the Fox Hill Mountain in the North Wilderness, she always heard the Ice Fox Saint talk about how prosperous the world was!

Now she saw it with her own eyes, which made her lose her mind for a while, and even pinched herself hard to make sure she was not dreaming.

Ye Ling asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Little Pomegranate was staring at the cups and plates on the table, with the fragrance of delicacies from the mountains and the sea, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Nothing! Wow, such a sumptuous banquet, is it all prepared for us? We can't finish it, we can't finish it at all!"

The shopkeeper of Jubaofang said with a smile: "Young master, please take a seat!"

Little Pomegranate realized his loss of composure and hurried to stand beside the young master, but found that the hospitality here was very thoughtful, with maids holding cups, and even shoulder massages and back massages, and he couldn't help at all.

"You sit down too! I guess you must be starving after following me all the way?"

Ye Ling, a cultivator, was not very nostalgic for these delicacies and worldly glitz, but he knew that Little Pomegranate was a little demon fox who had established his foundation, and his Taoism was still shallow. In addition, he was a rookie, so everything looked new to him.

It was just like when he stopped outside the teahouse and wine shop in Fengqiao Town, listening to the music and singing, and the noisy chatter of drinking.

It was just that now, in the night banquet in the high-rise building, with singing and dancing, the person sitting at the table had changed to him.