Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

The trip to collect rent in Guchenfang City only took more than two hours in total.

Niu Youliang has indeed prepared immortal food to feed the two grain collectors who came down from Ziyun Peak.

He must have it, and whether to eat or not to eat is not something he should consider.

Seeing them farewell, Niu Youliang suddenly asked in a low voice: "Uncle Li, have you caught the thief?"

Hearing this, Li Shangxian stopped the flying sword he was offering, turned his head and looked at the other party with a meaningful look, and said, "Not yet. Does Master Niufang have any clues?"

"There are no clues." Niu Youliang shook his head. Are you kidding? This is the person wanted by the Qingyang Sect. How could he, a small shop owner, have any clues?

Besides, even if there are clues, I don’t dare to follow the pictures!

Who knows what state the other party is in?

"However, three months ago, two Ling Zhifu died in Guchenfang City."

"Really?" Si Yu, who was bored on the sidelines, suddenly became interested, "How did you die?"

"Die with your heart out."

Li Shangxian frowned, it seemed that the thief was indeed good!

"Next time there is news like this, remember to report it as soon as possible."

Niu Youliang nodded sharply, "I know, I know."

How could he not retaliate? He only reported it to his master. As for whether it reached the peak master's ears, it was beyond his reach at this level.

"It won't happen again."

Li Shangxian looked a little unhappy.

Then he took out his flying sword and flew away through the air.

Seeing the two of them disappear into the distance, Niu Youliang's originally flattering face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Two bastards pretending to be powerful! Bah!"

…

After sending away the three grain collectors and practicing Flame Palm for half an hour, Chen Mo returned to the house.

At this moment, it was getting late, and it would take more than two hours to go to the market. Today was obviously not the right day.

Before nightfall, when Chen Mo was about to take a rest, there was a knock on the door of his room.

"who?"

"I am Yoongi."

The husband Ling Zhi from the south also asked him a few days ago whether Wang Lixia was the one whose end was approaching.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and then opened the door: "What's the matter?"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, are you planning to go to Fangshi tomorrow?" Yin Zheng got straight to the point when they met.

"good."

"Then how about we get together?"

Chen Mo frowned slightly, he didn't want to have anything to do with the people around him.

Seeing that he was hesitant, the other party continued: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Ziyun Peak has a great harvest this year."

"So what?"

"You and I both know, do you think other casual cultivators know?"

"You mean they will rob halfway?" Chen Mo asked.

"That's right! So let's go on the road together so we can have someone to take care of us."

It's a good suggestion, but it's hard to say whether there will be any danger on the road.

However, the other party was just like him, a first-level Qi refining person.

What can I do to take care of you?

If we really want to meet someone halfway, why don't they both die together?

"No need." Chen Mo refused.

Seeing that he was about to close the door, Yin Zheng quickly put his hand on the door, "No, Fellow Daoist Chen. Just take me with you."

The other person’s name has changed.

"I'm just the same as you..."

Halfway through his words, Chen Mo suddenly realized the problem.

If he doesn't look down on the other party's level 1 Qi refining, then the other party must also look down on him!

Then why are you still acting like this? Is that so?

An old, rickety figure instantly appeared in his mind.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, I'm sorry, I can't make the decision for her." Chen Mo clasped his hands and closed the door.

Outside the door, Yin Zheng was sullen.

Unexpectedly, the other party refused so simply!

He also thought about going directly to Wang Lixia, but Ling Zhifu next door had already tried it, and whoever went there was severely scolded.

As a last resort, he thought that the current Ling Zhifu was just like him, but at the first level of Qi refining.

Normally, he wouldn't look down on her at all!

"Why!"

Yin Zheng turned around with a wry smile.

News of looting has already spread from other cities. If you act alone at this time without anyone to take care of you, your hard-earned food throughout the year may really be robbed.

Chen Mo closed the door and realized it after thinking for a moment.

Yin Zheng's arrival really gave him a wake-up call.

In this world of immortality where the weak prey on the strong, no strength is enough to protect oneself!

Yes, Fangshi will protect their safety, but that is limited to the interior of Fangshi and Ling Zhifu’s cabin.

As for the road?

Who cares whether you live or die?

…

Early the next morning, at dawn, Chen Mo came to wait outside Wang Lixia's wooden house.

After waiting for about half an hour, the door opened.

When Wang Lixia saw Chen Mo, her expression didn't change at all, but she said calmly: "Bring your food."

"Thank you, senior!"

Chen Mo was delighted.

Unexpectedly, the other party guessed his intention at a glance and did not refuse!

It seems that the water poured in these three months has not been in vain.

Of course, Chen Mo was 70% sure when he came on this trip. He still owed her three Bigu Pills. If the food was robbed, she would also suffer losses.

After a while, Chen Mo used a trolley to bring in three bags of 400 kilograms of grain.

Logically speaking, apart from the rent, he should still have 300 kilograms left. Even if there is a bumper harvest this year, there will only be an extra 300 kilograms or 50 kilograms.

According to the calculation of 100 jin per bag, three bags would only weigh about 300 jin.

However, Chen Mo stuffed dozens of jin more into each bag. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to detect that something is wrong.

Unless it is weighed!

Wang Lixia glanced at his cart and said, "This year's harvest is good."

"God is awesome." Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Awesome?" Wang Lixia was stunned.

"God bless, God bless."

"Hehe, God bless..." After a few breaths of silence, the other party continued, "A good year is not available every year. I advise you to save some resources for the next year's emergency."

"Thank you, senior. I will help you pack the grain together."

Chen Mo nodded. Seeing that the other party did not refuse, he put the remaining five bags of grain on the cart and set off for the market.

On the way, Wang Lixia walked very slowly with a cane, and Chen Mo, who was pushing the cart, could not speed up even if he wanted to.

I originally wanted to talk to her more and find out some information about the world of immortal cultivation, but this old woman hardly spoke. No wonder, everyone around her said that she had an abnormal temper, so Chen Mo accepted it.

They walked for three hours, and the road was safe and sound, and there was no robbery as Yin Zheng said.

When they arrived at the market, Wang Lixia, who had been silent all the time, slowly turned around and said, "I will wait for you here at noon tomorrow."

"Junior remembers!"

Generally, a trip to the market will stay overnight.

After all, it takes a long time to sell grain and buy resources, and it will be dark when you set off again, and it is extremely unsafe on the road.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, the market is a gold-consuming cave, take good care of your pitiful resources!"

Wang Lixia has seen too many spiritual plant husbands with poor self-control. Not long after the spiritual rice was sold, the resources in hand were not warmed up, and they turned around and gave them to brothels and gambling houses. The next year, they didn't even have money to buy seeds.