Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Increase production? Increase production by 20%?"

For a moment, Chen Mo's mind was a little confused.

He was stunned for a moment, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

"Other people's golden fingers are either immortal or simulated, why is it that mine is only a 20% increase in production? It seems that I was born to farm!"

Forget it, it's better than nothing.

If the rain-making technique can be upgraded to proficiency before the spiritual rice matures, the three acres of spiritual fields will increase production by 120 kilograms, which is also a considerable income for Chen Mo at the moment!

You know, these 120 kilograms are tax-free and completely at his disposal.

"Just now, I cast the rain-making technique once, and the experience is directly increased by one. Does it mean that as long as I keep casting spells, this skill can be upgraded?"

The original "skillful realm" spells were beyond Chen Mo's reach. If it can really cast spells to increase experience, it can be regarded as a good ability.

Thinking of this, he pinched the formula again.

But when rain clouds gathered on the horizon, he immediately realized that something was wrong!

"That's not right! After the fall, the spiritual rice needs spiritual rain every three days. If it rains twice a day, the moisture will increase and the roots of the spiritual rice will rot!"

"Three days adds 1 point of experience, and three months only adds 30 points, which is not enough to upgrade!"

Chen Mo was in trouble for a while.

He walked towards the small wooden house next to the spiritual field while struggling.

This is his house, and it is also the only real estate after renting the spiritual field. There is a defensive formation set up by the formation master of Ziyun Peak. With it, Chen Mo can enjoy the protection of Guchen Market. As long as he does not make enemies with other cultivators, the market can protect him.

However, if he really encounters a desperate cultivator who takes the risk of being hunted down by Ziyun Peak and fights in the jurisdiction of the market, just like the original owner before, he can only admit his bad luck if he dies.

Back to the house, there is a wooden bed, a wooden table, two wooden chairs, and then nothing else.

It can be said that the family is penniless.

After taking off his bloody green cloth gown and changing into a set of ordinary shorts, Chen Mo sat at the wooden table and poured himself a glass of water.

He picked up the cup and just put it to his mouth.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to him!

He suddenly stood forward, raised his head and drank the water in the cup, then pushed the door open and went out.

"My spiritual field can no longer make rain, but other people's fields can!"

Chen Mo looked around and saw endless spiritual fields. In addition to the three acres he rented, there were other similar spiritual plants around.

"Xiao Changhua in the north is a cultivator who entered the Tao through martial arts. It seems that he has already reached the second level of Qi Refining. The original owner has dealt with him twice. He is a man with a dark face and is not easy to talk to."

"What is the name of the person in the south? It seems that he is a tenant in the same batch as me, but he only rented two acres. He may not have as much money as me!"

Chen Mo thought about it and ruled out the neighbors one by one, and finally locked on a female cultivator in the northeast corner of his house!

He took a step forward. It was only a few acres of land. As a cultivator, he took half an incense stick of time to reach the scope of Wang Lixia's spiritual field.

It was also a green spiritual rice field, planted with first-level spiritual yellow rice.

The ground of the rice field had dried up, and it seemed that it had not rained in the past two days.

Chen Mo came to the other party's wooden house, knocked on the door gently, and called: "Friend Wang, are you at home?"

He just asked.

As a casual spiritual cultivator in Guchenfang City, where else can he go except staying in the field?

"Who?" An old voice came from the house.

"I, Chen Mo, your next-door neighbor."

"Wait a moment."

In a moment, the door opened.

An old woman in cloth clothes appeared in front of Chen Mo with a hunched back.

The person in front of him was Wang Lixia, who was said to be over 80 years old. In her early years, she contracted five acres of spiritual fields in Guchenfang City, and she had been farming for decades.

However, despite her advanced age, she is the only cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining in the area of ​​100 mu. All the spiritual plant husbands in other fields have to show some respect to her.

"What's the matter?" Wang Lixia leaned on a cane, her eyes were a little cloudy.

It looked like she would die of old age soon.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I want to ask you for three Bigu pills..."

"No!"

Before Chen Mo finished speaking, the other party immediately refused with a cold face.

Bigu pills are a necessity for low-level cultivators, and are considered hard currency like spiritual rice and spiritual sand.

Seeing that Wang Lixia was about to close the door, Chen Mo hurriedly continued: "I won't lend it for free. From now on, I will make rain on your five acres of spiritual fields until the spiritual rice matures. How about that?"

"Humph!" Who knows, the other party still snorted coldly, "Just making rain, you want to exchange it for three fasting pills? What? Look at me, I'm old and weak, do you think I'm easy to cheat!"

Although making clouds and rain is a big burden for spiritual plant husbands, it will take at least a day to restore the depleted spiritual energy by nature.

If you want to recover faster, you must use spiritual sand!

So, for spiritual plant husbands, most of the time and spiritual energy of cultivation are wasted on taking care of spiritual fields.

But what else can we do?

It's better to go to the black mine to mine for food!

"No, no, no, Fellow Daoist Wang, I'm talking about borrowing, not exchanging!" Chen Mo hurriedly explained, "I'll return it to you when the spiritual rice in my field matures next year, how about that?"

After saying this, Wang Lixia's expression suddenly became less ugly.

She looked Chen Mo up and down, was silent for a moment, and said, "So you haven't practiced for the past three months?"

She knew very well that with the other party's level, taking care of 8 acres of spiritual land was already at the limit. Apart from meditating and recovering every day, she couldn't do anything else.

You know, practicing is like sailing against the current. Over time, the other party may never be able to break through to the second level of Qi Refining!

"Then what can we do?" Chen Mo sighed, "If the Bigu Pill is used up, we can't starve to death, right?"

He didn't say anything about being robbed.

You can't talk about this kind of thing casually. Once other Lingzhihus know about it, they will definitely avoid you like the god of plague.

Who knows if he has offended someone?

None of these solitary spiritual cultivators want to be contaminated by this kind of karma.

Wang Lixia hesitated for a moment and then said: "Deal, after three, three, nine days, I will give you a Bigu Pill, and then I will give you another one every month."

"Thank you fellow Taoist for your help!"

Chen Mo bowed his hands and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The problem of Bigu Pill has been solved, and so has the problem of practicing the art of rain-making.

Kill two birds with one stone.

"cough!"

Wang Lixia coughed dryly. She stood up her crutches tremblingly, pointed at the spiritual field in front of the door, and said, "Just in time, it's time to water the rice in the field."

Chen Mo nodded, walked quickly to the center of the spiritual field, and then made a secret with his fingers.

The rain clouds are gathering and the weather is favorable.

Half an hour later, as the spiritual energy in his Dantian bottomed out, the five acres of spiritual field also completed this round of rain.

[Rain Spreading Technique +2]

"Not bad, not bad. Come back in three days."

Wang Lixia put her hands behind her back and looked at Chen Mo with complicated eyes. After a long while, she returned to the house and closed the door.