Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Spring goes and autumn comes.

The ninth year that Chen Mo has been here has also slowly come to an end.

Hongyan was also arranged by him to go to Qingyuan Market. As for how much grain can be harvested, Chen Mo doesn't care.

The fifty acres of spiritual fields are already a scene of bumper harvest.

The fourth crop of green leaf orchids and yellow spiritual grass flowers filled the storage rings of ten fingers. Other spiritual yellow rice and rice have also harvested thousands of kilograms.

As for the giant bone spiritual rice that he relies on to improve his realm, it has also been replenished. These grains are enough for him to eat for one or two years.

After getting rid of worldly affairs, Chen Mo can save about one to two hours a day to practice.

In this way, he, who is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, barely reached the level of increasing 100 points of experience every year, which is relatively not slow.

However, this is not what he wants.

The golden flowers that have grown for a year have also reached the time when the melons are ripe.

There are more than ninety in total.

Each flower has about 180 fruits.

Excluding the 5,000 seeds for breeding, there are still 11,229 seeds left. Even if Chen Mo eats them non-stop, it will be enough for him to eat for half a year.

Of course, once the next year comes, 500 golden flower seeds will be planted in the ground, and when it comes to harvest, it will probably be enough for two or three years!

By then, it can be used as an ordinary snack, and you can have one whenever you have nothing to do.

After dealing with the affairs in the field, it was not long before the grain collector came.

This year, it was not Fellow Daoist Tian who came, but a disciple of Ziyun Peak whom he did not know.

For such profitable things, it is naturally better for the feng shui to turn around, otherwise there will always be people who feel unbalanced.

As usual, he went to the White Snake Market and took back the 15,000 kilograms of spiritual rice prepared by Song Yunxi, and sent back 3,000 kilograms of spiritual seeds seven days later.

After completing the annual routine tasks, Chen Mo devoted himself to practice again.

In the yard, Xiao Kang has been bored since Hongyan left.

No one can bully it anymore. Those big guys and small guys are also very boring. There is no point in playing with them.

So it always appears in front of Chen Mo from time to time, trying to attract his attention.

The result is imaginable...

On this day, when Xiao Kang sneaked into Chen Mo's house again quietly, ready to go in to brush up his presence, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of it.

The timid it was frightened and ran around everywhere, up and down, front and back, left and right, but no matter which direction it ran, it couldn't!

It was trapped!

"Crack! Crack!"

"Crack!"

Xiao Kang screamed wildly.

Finally, Chen Mo smiled and walked over from the front.

In half a month, he, who already had the foundation of spiritual formations, and with the golden flower fruit he ate as a snack, successfully comprehended the first-level formation of "Nine Traps Formation".

When he got this formation, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

But when it comes to real comprehension, its difficulty seems to be no less than that of the "Seven-Li Lingsha Formation"!

Being trapped is always much harder than killing.

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

"Do you dare to run around?"

"Cuckoo."

Chen Mo was angry and laughed: "I want you to care?"

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore. You stay at home and I'll go to Qingyuan Market."

Chen Mo casually removed the Nine Traps Formation. He originally wanted to go forward and touch the huge head, but in the blink of an eye, the dead chicken ran away.

Looking at the empty house, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But then again, they have been together day and night for these years, and they have already developed feelings for each other.

This spiritual chicken accompanied him from Guchen to Baishe, and watched it grow up little by little. Now it is already the third level of the first stage.

Xiao Kang also helped him do a lot of things, turning the soil, feeding pigs, except for washing clothes and cooking, it can do what people can do.

Unfortunately, its blood is too thin after all. If it wants to go further, it is probably as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Change blood, change blood... I don't know if it can make you go to the next level!"

Chen Mo murmured.

When he came to the backyard, the twenty little five-horned heavy lizards had grown to the length of his forearm. He planned to raise them for another half a year and then send these four five-horned heavy lizards to the Palace Master Yu Yunyu.

In this way, the two of them are even.

If there is no special situation, I am afraid there will be no intersection again.

After setting up the Nine Traps Formation that he had just comprehended and feeding the huge group of spiritual livestock and birds, Chen Mo sacrificed his flying sword and went straight to Qingyuan Market.

The autumn climate is still refreshing.

It will be another month before another cold winter.

The Qingyuan Market is bustling and lively. The Luo Market Master here has a good relationship with Song Yunxi, so the craftsmen who have finished the work there have come here one after another.

Now, the 34 markets of the entire Ziyun Peak are looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the coming great wealth.

Chen Mo walked along the bluestone road and soon stopped in front of the grain shop he opened.

Inside the shop, Hong Yan wore a simple plain dress, holding a counting card in one hand and pointing at the spiritual rice on the scale with the other hand, muttering something.

The other party seemed to be bargaining.

"10 jins and one liang? Why should I sell it to you at 10 jins and one liang? Wouldn't I sell it to Luo's shop?"

"It's the same price, you can't break the rules."

"I have a full 600 jins! Any shop will be vying for it!"

In a trance, Chen Mo seemed to have returned to seven or eight years ago, when he first entered the 123 grain shop, and it seemed that he bargained with Mei Hua in this way.

In a blink of an eye, he already had his own shop.

"No, still ten jin... palm?"

Hongyan was delighted.

She really didn't expect the other party to come.

"What's your name, Daoist friend?" Chen Mo raised his hand, motioned Hongyan to be quiet, and asked himself.

"Zhu Jun, are you the boss here?" He turned around and looked at the other party.

"Daoyou Zhu, why don't we buy it at the price of ten jin and one liang? After all, the rules are there. If you break the rules and lower the price without authorization, you will inevitably be dissatisfied with your peers."

"What else can I say? I'm going to Luo's Business. Isn't it just waiting in line? Anyway, I can wait."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Chen Mo smiled and stretched out his hand, saying: "Daoyou Zhu, don't worry, listen to me first."

Zhu Jun, who was about to leave, stopped.

"In this way, our Chen's shop will buy it at the price of ten jin and one liang, but for every 100 jin of spiritual rice purchased, I will give you a spiritual sand roll. If you collect ten rolls, you can come to us to exchange for 10 liang of spiritual sand. How about it?"

After Chen Mo finished speaking, the other party immediately showed a happy expression.

"That is to say, 100 jin of spiritual rice can be sold for 11 liang of spiritual sand?"

"That's right."

"Well, I have 600 jin, I'll sell it to you. Give me 66 liang of spiritual sand."

Six liang of spiritual sand is not a small amount.

Exchanged for the fasting pill, it can be eaten for half a year!

However, Chen Mo smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no, I can only give you six spiritual sand coupons made by the store first. You can only exchange for ten spiritual sand after you have collected ten coupons."