Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Fellow Taoist, please."

Song Yunxi did not hesitate, but took out a crystal clear spiritual stone from the storage ring like a magic trick.

About the size of a fist.

This was the first time Chen Mo saw a low-grade spiritual stone. Unexpectedly, before he could get it, a strong spiritual energy spread out, moistening his body and mind!

Holding it in your hand, the feeling is more than a hundred times more comfortable than Lingsha?

"When digging a vein, most of it is spiritual sand, and there are very few low-grade spiritual stones. Often, in a second-order spiritual vein, the number of middle-grade spiritual stones that can be dug can be counted on one hand." Song Yunxi's eloquent talk could be regarded as answering Chen Mo's doubts.

"Thank you, senior, for clearing up the confusion." Chen Mo put away this extremely precious low-grade spiritual stone and asked, "Shopkeeper Song, is that a storage ring in your hand?"

"Are you interested, Fellow Daoist Chen?" Song Yunxi did not show contempt like others.

"I'm afraid it's very expensive."

"I spent five pieces of low-grade spirit stones in exchange for this storage ring in Ziyunfeng's inner city and Ziyunfang City. The storage space is about 20 feet square, and it can probably store about 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms of spirit stones. rice."

In order to give Chen Mo a more intuitive impression, the other party used the metaphor of spiritual rice.

"Five dollars?"

Chen Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head. Now he has lost everything to get one yuan. How long will it take to save five yuan!

"Fellow Taoist, I would like to sign a contract with you. Is that possible?"

Song Yunxi stopped covering up and finally spoke out her thoughts.

"Shopkeeper, please tell me? Is it related to breeding?"

"Of course! From now on, after every autumn harvest, fellow Taoist friends can come to the grain station to help me cultivate thousands of catties of spiritual rice. I will give it to you at the price of 1 tael and five cents per catty of spiritual rice. How about it? In addition, as long as you have spiritual rice, you will be paid according to the factory price." How about charging 80% of the market price?”

A thousand pounds of spiritual rice is 30 pounds of spiritual seed.

This is just the proficiency level, and I am afraid that I will be able to produce a hundred catties in the future. By then, the income from breeding alone will reach 150 taels of spiritual sand. This business can be done!

Chen Mo almost did not hesitate: "Song Manager, I am destined to be with you, and I am not arrogant. I still have some talent in the art of crossing qi, and the breeding rate will be higher and higher in the future. Will you still be able to do it?" At this price?”

"Fellow Taoist, I'm worried! Even if you can get 10 to 1, Song will still pay this price!" Song Yunxi made up his mind to keep the other party no matter what!

If the breeder in front of me really has this ability, then his price can go up even higher!

1,000 kilograms of rice is only 100 taels of spiritual sand.

Breeding seeds, that’s 240 taels!

"Okay." Chen Mo responded to the other party's words, "However, Shopkeeper Song, I have estimated that all the spiritual fields in Guchenfang City only need about 300 kilograms of spiritual seeds. Can you really get it from Niu's family?" Bite off a piece of meat at the shop?"

Song Yunxi looked at him with a smile and said calmly: "Although Niu Youde's younger brother Niu Youliang is the owner of the workshop, he still has to listen to Ziyunfeng, right?"

"Ziyun Peak? I know Shopkeeper Song..."

Before Chen Mo could finish his words, the other party had already waved his hand: "Fellow Taoist, you don't need to worry too much, just focus on breeding then. There will be a solution for the sales problem!"

Chen Mo nodded and asked no more questions.

Song Yunxi took out the deed that had been prepared from his arms and spread it on the table.

He did not rush. After Chen Mo read the contents of the deed word for word, he motioned to Mei Hua to get the pen and ink and handed it to the other party.

Chen Mo took the pen and wrote his name in one breath.

From today on, he will come here for a few days every year after the autumn harvest!

"Fellow Daoist Chen! We are destined to have a drink together, how about that?"

"good!"

Chen Mo didn't refuse. At this time, he was coy and looked stingy.

Ling Zhifu may not have much status in the city, but the breeder is still quite respected!

"Then you and I will go to Wenxiang Pavilion!"

The two of them left the 123 grain station one behind the other.

Mei Hua looked at their departing figures, shook his head with a wry smile, and lamented to himself: "The other person seems to be just like me, only at the second level of Qi Refining... I haven't even been to Wenxiang Pavilion! That's all. Who makes him a breeder?"

…

In Fangshi after spring, the willow trees on both sides of the road have already sprouted.

The breeze blew by, causing the willow branches to sway like dancing figures, which was extremely beautiful.

Chen Mo followed Song Yunxi to Wenxiang Pavilion.

He passed by this romantic place three or four times, and each time a female nun would twist her waist and invite him to come up and have a drink.

However, this kind of gold-splitting cave is not suitable for people like him who are just starting out in their careers.

He had just practiced for a short period of time, and he indulged in pleasure.

I'm afraid I won't be able to make a breakthrough in my whole life!

"Hey, isn't this Shopkeeper Song? You have time to come and play today!" A female cultivator with heavy makeup rushed up to her at the door.

Regardless of appearance and figure, his level seems to be no lower than Chen Mo!

Unexpectedly, such a monk would be reduced to selling his body.

Fortunately, with Song Yunxi paying the bill today, he could help the poor for once.

"Do Yunrou and Yuxi have guests?"

"I'm just waiting for you to come. How can I dare to arrange it?"

"Okay, invite them both here. I have important guests to receive."

Song Yunxi was very familiar with Wenxiang Pavilion. Although he didn't play every day, he came there every month.

The spiritual sand inside the flower is like running water.

The reception girl looked behind Song Yunxi and saw a young man in simple clothes standing behind her.

From the clothes, it couldn't be more ordinary, just like... like a lowly spiritual plant husband.

However, since it was a guest brought by Manager Song, she naturally didn't dare to neglect him.

She didn't care about the dust behind him, and took the initiative to approach him, and pressed her body against his arm.

Chen Mo didn't dodge, and let him twist up and down.

Anyway, he didn't suffer any loss? Why act like a virgin?

Soon, the three of them talked and laughed into the interior of the Wenxiang Pavilion.

Chen Mo looked up and looked around, and the surroundings were extremely luxurious, giving people a sense of indulgence and enjoyment.

Above, there were clusters of flowers and women dancing.

Below, people were drinking and chatting, and it was a beautiful and moving scene.

However, monks are monks after all, and they still have to have some face.

At least there was no live broadcast.

Soon, Song Yunxi and Chen Mo were led to a private room. After the receptionist Hongyan settled the two of them down, she turned around and called people.

"How is it? Fellow Daoist Chen, have you ever been here?" Song Yunxi was beaming with glory.

As the most luxurious brothel in Guchen Market, Wenxiang Pavilion was ranked first even in Ziyun Peak, and many cultivators from other markets would come to see it.

"No, this place must have cost a lot of spiritual sand, right?"

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I'll pay for all the expenses today!"

For a breeder, Song Yunxi still had to spend a lot of money!

...

After Hongyan entertained the two, she hurried to the back kitchen.

Guests were waiting, first class Yunrou and Yuxi, second class spiritual food and spiritual wine.

Pushing open the door, several sallow-faced male cultivators were mechanically pounding spiritual rice with their hands, their faces almost bloodless.

She took a look, then stepped on the face of a male cultivator, and said disgustedly: "Quick! Go and deliver spiritual wine to Room No. 2 of Dizi."

Yin Zheng turned his head with difficulty, not daring to look into the other person's eyes.

He could only put his face to the ground and said: "Yes, sir."