Gou Cultivates Immortals In the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

  Chapter 18 Summer bamboo shoots and wine making (please recommend)

   Outside Blackstone City.

  Near commercial road.

  In the void, there was a sudden sound of thunder!

boom!

  A giant black wolf with two heads and the height of two people crashed to the ground.

  Linghuyang landed lightly, and his two thick palms instantly returned to their white and jade-like appearance.

   "Uncle Linghu's Five Thunder Hands have become more and more sophisticated."

  Chunyu congratulated softly: "You actually killed this monster wolf with one blow!"

   "Uncle Linghu, in time, must be the elder Yuan Heshan, even if he is the head of the sect, there is great hope..."

   Qiao Wuchan smiled all over his face.

   "It's just the last little monster among the strange monsters...it's nothing."

Linghu Yang waved his hands, his expression indifferent, it seems that this is not something to be proud of: "You clean up this place, I will go back first...Recently, monsters have appeared frequently outside the city, maybe there is something inside, I am going to write Let me ask about the sect."

  Chunyu and Qiao Wuchan looked at each other, and their backs felt slightly chilled.

  These strange monsters from the deep mountains and old forests suddenly ran out of the territory, maybe... a stronger strange monster appeared in the territory, or even... a demon!

   But looking at the martial arts masters who were assisting nearby, the two looked at each other and did not speak.

  After Linghuyang left, Qiao Wuchan looked at the stinky wolf corpse, and waved his hand under his nose in disgust: "You guys... take care of this monster wolf and send it to Yuanhe Mountain, do you understand?"

"clear!"

   "Obey!"

   Several martial arts masters looked at each other, although a little humiliated, they still agreed.

   This time, the government took the lead and issued an order to clean up the alien monsters, and Yuanhe Mountain Linghuyang was the main force.

  These martial arts masters are usually very powerful in the city. At this time, their martial arts power is not as good as others, so they really only have to fight and be yelled at.

   Fortunately, cooking a monster, although it is a bit dirty and tiring, is not dangerous, and you can also take some leftovers as a benefit.

   "Brother Feng, let's do it now!"

  Watching Yuanheshan's troops gradually go away, a martial arts master in a black robe spoke.

   "Well, this animal is quite heavy. I think it can at least separate thousands of catties of good meat."

  Brother Feng smiled, secretly calculating in his heart how many catties of monster meat he could deduct and how much silver taels he could sell.

  The fur and flesh of this monster is extremely tough, and ordinary warriors with three transformations of Qi and blood may not be able to break through it, only the master of the martial arts can use it.

   At this time, one by one stepped forward, peeling and tearing apart the bones, very busy.

   "Alas... Yuanhe Mountain is Yuanhe Mountain, look at the five thunder palms, the strength is as violent as the punishment of heaven..."

  Brother Feng peeled off a piece of wolf meat along the wound, and was talking about something when he suddenly exclaimed: "Not good!"

"Um?"

  The other masters of the martial arts gym were taken aback, and hurriedly backed away a few steps, posing in a martial arts posture.

   "There's...something...moving!"

  Brother Feng turned his back to everyone, speaking intermittently.

  And on the wolf corpse on the ground, a strange scene is happening.

   One after another, black vine-like things burrowed in and out of the wolf's corpse, seeming to replace the other's blood vessels and bones, re-supporting the flesh and blood.

  Click, crunch...

   The teeth-stinging voice kept ringing, it was the vines that were gnawing on the bones of the demon wolf, and replacing them bit by bit...

   "Aww!"

   In the blink of an eye, the demon wolf, which was already dead, stood up tremblingly again. The wound was still dripping blood, but it let out a roar, and the dead white wolf stared blankly at everyone present!

   "Giggle..."

  A martial arts master looked pale: "Brother Feng, this... what should we do?"

"how could I know?"

  Brother Feng turned around, and from the mouth, nostrils, ears... There are also tiny roots coming out.

   It looks like the roots of some kind of plant!

   There is no doubt that he was also murdered.

   "Not good, Brother Feng also..."

   "Sinister, watch me run to Thunder Hand!"

  All kinds of angry shouts came out one after another, and then turned into screams.

  At the end, all kinds of sounds disappeared without a trace, only the small sound of gnawing kept ringing.

   Then, one after another crippled human body stood up unsteadily, side by side with the wolf corpse, looking in the direction of Black Rock City, with a stiff smile on the gray face...

  …

  Fang Xi didn't know what happened outside Blackstone City.

  He has returned to the Southern Desolate Immortal Cultivation Realm.

  Whether it is practicing martial arts or Changchun Jue, the environment in the Southern Wilderness Cultivation World is better.

   Coming to her own yard, Fang Xi saw Chen Ping who had just come back from outside.

  Well, the other party's footsteps were flimsy, and that figure somehow reminded Fang Xi of Old Maitou.

   "Chen Daoyou."

  He was the first to say hello.

   "Fang Daoist."

  Chen Ping returned the gift with a look of satisfaction on his face, and said with a little gratitude: "The red bee fairy is really very understanding... I would like to thank the fellow daoist for telling me last time."

   "Where is where."

  Fang Xi said some polite words, and discussed with each other, and suddenly felt that the relationship has become much closer.

   "I have long wanted to make more Taoist friends, but I have always been withdrawn and can't get rid of my skin..."

  Fang Xi finally shared her troubles.

  Hearing this, Chen Ping laughed immediately: "I am in Fangshi, and I have quite a few acquaintances. When the time comes, I will introduce them to you. Let's go together..."

  Looking at the back of this person returning to the house, Fang Xi nodded, then shook her head.

  Actually, if Chen Ping can transfer his obsession with Fellow Daoist Lu Zhi to Fairy Red Bee, that would be a good thing...probably?

   After all, it’s a wish to fight and a wish to endure, isn’t it? It's just a bit of Fei Lingshi.

  …

  Spring goes to summer.

  When the summer thunder exploded, Fang Xi came to the emerald green bamboo forest wearing a coir raincoat.

   "Spring breeze turns into rain, everything grows, disease!"

  In the bamboo forest, Fang Xi had a solemn expression, pinching magic formulas with his hands.

  Accompanied by the rapid dissipation of mana in his body, a seal formula also appeared in his palm, gradually became clear, and then flew into the air.

   Clouds of water mist appeared out of thin air, covering a third of the acre of land, and then rain fell.

  Three strands, like a dream like fog.

  Spring Wind and Rain Technique!

  This technique can not only summon rain, but also mix weak spiritual power in the rain, which can effectively promote the growth of the bamboo!

   Swish!

  The raindrops containing spiritual energy fell on the ground, quickly penetrated into the soil, and penetrated into the roots of the spirit bamboo.

  Under the ground, there is a tenacious vitality breaking through the soil, and the small bamboo shoots are only showing their sharp corners.

   "Spring comes to summer solstice, everything grows, it's wonderful..."

  Fang Xi opened her hands and even raised her head, letting the aura of rainwater hit her coir raincoat and her face with a look of satisfaction.

  At this time, it is time to plant Lingzhu rice in summer.

  As a spirit farmer, every once in a while, he must come to perform the 'Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique' to provide nutrients for the spirit bamboo shoots.

   This is closely related to next year's harvest, and no spiritual farmer dares to neglect.

  Including Chen Ping!

  Although she is very reluctant, according to what the other party said, the number of times she meets Fairy Red Bee has been reduced a lot recently.

  No way, his talisman level is not enough to support his cultivation, and he still has to rely on cultivating spiritual land to support his family.

   "The cultivation of the third level of Qi Refining is still too low."

  After casting a spell, Fang Xi's expression was very ugly, feeling that more than half of the mana in her body had been consumed.

  The Spring Breeze and Rain spell consumes a lot of energy.

  On the other hand, his cultivation base is too low, and the level of his skills is also too low.

  This creates a situation where it is impossible to cast spells a few times.

   "It's a pity... the change of exercises is too whimsical, I can't even get a spirit stone on me now..."

  Fang Xi who returned to the shed couldn't help but smile wryly.

  He came to the cellar, and in the corner of the cellar, several wine jars had been piled up.

   This is the bulk of his spirit stone consumption recently.

  After visiting the Danding Pavilion before, Fang Xi had the idea of ​​brewing spiritual wine by herself.

   It happened that Lingzhu rice was ready-made, and he happened to buy a small bottle of Lingjiu from a hawker in Fangshi.

  Although there is no recipe, but just trying to start brewing.

  Of course, Fang Xi is not stupid and bold, but controls variables in each altar and made several sets of references.

   Moreover, the amount of Lingmi used in each jar is very small, even if it fails, the loss will not be too great.

   In this way, next year, a more suitable spirit wine formula may be found out.

  ‘One piece of wine yeast cost me one spirit stone. '

  Fang Xi looked at those wine jars, and solemnly buried them again.

   This is an important harvest for the coming year. If you accidentally knock over a jar, you will feel so distressed.

He picked up the last jar of wine, looked it over carefully, and left a line of small characters on the outer cover: "Lingzhu Rice Wine, take two catties of Lingmi, one or two of distiller's yeast, early spring snow water...summer thunder deep Tibet, only to wait for the next spring dynasty..."

  Buried the last jar of wine in the ground, Fang Xi let out a long breath.

   After finishing these chores, he began to devour Tai Sui meat again, and then practiced the White Cloud Palm and Red Snake Legs.

  In these days, relying on Tai Sui meat, Lingzhu rice, and the aura environment in the world of cultivating immortals, his accumulation of qi and blood has been advancing by leaps and bounds, and he has already left Mu Mimiao far behind.

  At this present day, after hearing about Xia Lei, there is a faint sign of a breakthrough!

  'There are too many masters in the world of cultivating immortals. If there is a foundation building major repair passing by, and my spiritual sense sweeps me to break through, it is not easy to explain...'

  'I don't know if the movement of breaking through the realm of the martial arts master is serious, but safety comes first. '

  Fang Xi's thoughts moved, and the surrounding world suddenly changed.

   When I looked again, I had already arrived in the Great Liang World, Fangfu!

  (end of this chapter)