Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The Eastern Saint’s residence of Tianmen Sect.

Nanhu Lakeside.

Chicken farm, in a cabin.

Bu Chan smoothed the folds of the quilt on the wooden bed over and over again, looking out the window absentmindedly from time to time, where was the gate of the chicken farm.

However, the bedding became more and more messy.

When she looked back and saw the wooden bed that was even messier, she couldn't help but let out a heavy breath.

Immediately, he carefully smoothed the quilt on the wooden bed bit by bit.

These things can be easily accomplished with just a turn of mana.

But she didn't know when, but she fell in love with the feeling of cleaning the cabin bit by bit with her own hands.

Especially after returning from the hard training in Lingshui Academy, after doing this, she only felt calm and relaxed.

But today, her heart could not be at peace no matter what.

"Senior brother..."

Bu Chan's eyes were full of worry.

At this moment.

She suddenly heard a sound.

"Senior brother is back?!"

Bu Chan stood up in surprise, and without thinking, the flying magic weapon fell at her feet. She flew directly to the door and couldn't wait to open the door.

However, when she saw the figure outside, she was immediately disappointed.

The visitor looked unfamiliar, wearing a white Taoist robe, with a face like the bright moon, eyes like stars, and a tall and slender figure. The whole person exuded a unique and unrestrained aura.

Seeing that it was Bu Chan who opened the door, the other party was slightly startled.

Immediately, he showed a bright smile: "Haha, this fellow Taoist, is this fellow Taoist Wang back?"

As he spoke, he looked past Bu Chan and towards the crack in the door behind him.

When Bu Chan saw this, he immediately became vigilant and blocked the other party's sight without leaving a trace, with a polite smile on his face:

"Fellow Taoist, please forgive me. Senior brother has just gone out because of something. You might as well leave your name or surname. When senior brother comes back, I will hand it over to him."

"Oh I got it……"

The other party's line of sight was blocked, and he was a little disappointed. He also thought that while the cautious monk named Wang was not around, he could find out how many spiritual chickens there were in the chicken farm.

However, he quickly adjusted his attitude and said his name with a smile: "I'm..."

"Fellow Taoist Dong Qiyu?"

Behind him, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Dong Qiyu's expression condensed, and he immediately looked behind him.

I saw that the person who came was about thirty years old, wearing a simple and ordinary dark green monk's robe. His features were not handsome, and he looked ordinary. However, if he looked closely, he felt inexplicably calm and peaceful.

"Fellow Daoist Wang!"

The person who came was none other than Wang Ba.

At the door of the chicken farm, Bu Chan's expression remained unchanged and she was still blocking the crack in the door. However, the surprise in her eyes still revealed the joy in her heart.

She quickly said to Wang Yan in a louder voice:

"Senior brother... Not long after you left just now, this Taoist friend came over and came to see you."

After understanding Bu Chan's hint, Wang Hao smiled slightly: "My host friend is coming to buy spiritual chickens again?"

"That's right!"

Dong Qiyu didn't hide it, he seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile:

"I have benefited a lot from the spiritual chicken raised by fellow Taoist, so as soon as I submitted the task, I couldn't wait to come to see fellow Taoist."

Wang Hao's heart moved slightly when he heard this. His face was filled with joy at first, and then he said regretfully:

"I'm really happy that I can be of help to fellow Taoists. It's a pity that the number of spiritual chickens is limited. I have to keep some as breeding chickens. I'm afraid I won't be able to sell them anymore in a short time."

"This...fellow Taoist, even if it's a little less, it doesn't hurt."

Dong Qiyu was startled when he heard this, and immediately felt unwilling to say so.

However, Wang Yan still shook his head with regret and said: "It's really not that I don't want to sell. I can get so many spiritual stones and I can't ask for them. How can I push out the business that comes to me? It's really difficult to supply."

"Then, fellow Taoist, can you give me an accurate letter and how long will it take?"

Dong Qiyu still refused to give up and stared at Wang Hao and asked.

"Maybe two or three years, maybe seven or eight years, there is no way. The cultivation of this spiritual chicken can only rely on luck."

Wang Yan said helplessly.

Dong Qiyu looked ugly when he saw this, but he had nothing to say. After a few polite words, he took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.

Seeing the other party's unwillingness to leave, Wang Hao secretly shook his head.

The reason why he took the risk to sell so many spiritual chickens to Dong Qiyu before was because the situation was special and he needed a large amount of spiritual stones to purchase cultivation materials.

But now he already had more than twenty middle-grade spiritual stones. After going out, he followed Zhao Feng and picked up a few foundation-building monks' storage bags. Now he really has no shortage of spiritual stones.

Naturally, he doesn't want to have anything to do with a mysterious person like Dong Qiyu.

As for the lack of spiritual stones in the future, that will be discussed at that time.

"step……"

Wang Ba turned his head and was about to greet Bu Chan.

But he was suddenly hit by a soft body in his arms, and couldn't help but stumble.

"Bu Chan."

His hands were frozen in mid-air, and Wang Hao was at a loss for a moment.

After a long time, he put down his palm stiffly, gently stroked the other person's hair, and his eyes softened:

"I'm back, I'm back."

…

The sky is slightly bright.

Wang Ba sleepily reached out and groped to the side, only to find that he had quickly touched the edge of the narrow wooden bed.

He suddenly became excited and sat up quickly.

Looking around, it was as cold as ever, as if the madness last night was just a big dream.

He hesitated and gently picked up the corners of the quilt and sniffed.

A unique fragrance of vegetation, accompanied by the faint and light taste of a girl, poured into the nasal cavity.

He suddenly became energetic, and then he pinched out a black hair under his pillow.

Holding the black hair, he was finally convinced.

Last night was not a dream.

This realization made him stunned for a while.

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly felt as if he was getting closer to the world.

The early morning light in the distance shone into the house.

He couldn't help but stand up, took a few steps forward, and took in a panoramic view of everything outside through the wooden window.

In the distance, the familiar figure was sitting by the lake, her snow-white feet waving freely in the clear lake water. She picked a reed leaf by the lake, rolled it into a whistle at will, and then blew it without any rules... …

A white heron flew past her, stirring up a thin layer of morning mist.

The rising sun gave its light without hesitation to this most touching girl at this moment.

For a moment, Wang Hao was crazy.

After a long time.

He finally looked away reluctantly, trying to calm down the turmoil in his heart, planning to take some spirit chicken essence and practice some practice.

But I found that today's turmoil could not be smoothed out.

Wang Hao shook his head and simply gave himself a holiday.

After thinking for a while, he took out a few storage bags from his clothes and prepared to take inventory.

Two of them he already had.

And there are five more, but they belong to the three Incense Tao monks who were beheaded by Zhao Feng.

He first took out the storage bag of the foundation-building monk who was chasing him before.

After injecting mana, the result was unexpected, and it actually opened.

"That shouldn't be the case. This is the foundation-building monk's storage bag. Could it be that my senior brother helped break it open?"

Wang Hao opened the storage bag with some confusion and expectation.

Then he was stunned by what was hidden inside.

It's not that there are any treasures inside, but that most of them are various sacrificial items.

Incense candles, altars, faceless statues...

In the corner of the storage bag, he finally found a package with only three or four middle-grade spiritual stones left, a few pieces of gold paper, a first-class flying magic weapon, and three colorless water balls. .

He casually put the spirit stone into his storage bag, then picked up the gold paper and the ultimate flying magic weapon and looked at it.

Several pieces of gold paper are all rubbings of spells from the Yin Shen lineage, including spells for raising and controlling Yin ghosts.

Wang Ba glanced at them and put away the gold papers, preparing to study them slowly later.

But on the top-quality flying magic weapon, he discovered a strange formation engraved on it.

Wang Hao injected his magic power, and this formation immediately transformed the mana into an energy wave that Wang Hao was quite familiar with.

"It's the power of the soul."

Wang Hao played with it for a while and then put the flying magic weapon into the storage bag.

Finally, he carefully used his magic power to pick up the three colorless water balls and observed them carefully.

But he soon discovered that the feeling given to him by these three spherical objects was very similar to the power of the soul.

Wang Hao immediately remembered something he seemed to have heard before when he was searching the soul of Ji Lin, a monk from the Incense Tao.

"Could it be, 'Shenhualu'?"

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

Divine Flower Dew is one of the few treasures that can be used by god-refining monks to replenish and enhance their souls.

Just like Qi Refining Pill to Qi Refining Monk.

It's just that unlike elixirs such as Qi Refining Pill, Shenhua Dew is a treasure that is born and raised in the earth. It is taken from the leaves of a second-level rare spiritual plant called 'Qian Shen Mu'. One leaf accumulates for more than ten years. I can save a drop.

Wang Ba quickly put away the 'Shenhua Dew', so that he could use it when he went to Lingshui Monastery to practice.

Then, he opened two storage bags of another foundation-building monk.

What disappointed him was that this monk's storage bag was very similar to the previous one. In addition to storing a large number of sacrificial supplies, there were only a few things that Wang Ba found valuable.

Among them are spiritual stones and gold paper as usual.

It's just that these pieces of gold paper are basically the same as the previous ones.

On the contrary, there are actually two Shenhualu.

And besides that, it was a huge human skin drum.

Wang Hao tapped lightly and suddenly felt inexplicably dizzy.

"What a good thing! It can actually have a direct effect on the soul!"

Wang Ba played with it in surprise and then put away the human skin drum.

Soon, his eyes fell on the two storage bags of the strongest red-haired monk among the three.

Opened the first one first.

As soon as he opened it, Wang Hao was immediately dazzled by the dazzling spiritual stones inside.

After a rough scan, there were nearly 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones and fifty or sixty medium-grade spiritual stones inside.

After all, there are about one hundred and sixty middle-grade spiritual stones.

At this moment, Wang Hao finally understood the truth of the saying, "A man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass."

"It's a real overnight success."

Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh. He was a little surprised, but more of a kind of vigilance.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist such a temptation, and if his head got hot, he would run out and take the initiative to fight with others.

In fact, he does not object to fighting with others, but that is when it is unavoidable.

Easing the excitement of suddenly getting rich.

He searched again and found that in addition to the spirit stones, there were several magical weapons in the storage bag.

Among them, there is a second-level mid-grade short stick-shaped magical weapon and a second-order low-grade flying magical weapon.

He spent a long time groping about the former but still couldn't figure out what it was.

He threw it into his storage bag together with the second-level low-grade flying magic weapon.

He has not yet reached the stage of foundation building, and it is very difficult to use the second-level magic weapon. It is better to use the first-level magic weapon to be more convenient.

Then he opened the red-haired monk's second storage bag.

As expected, this last storage bag really gave him a huge surprise.

Apart from the sacrificial supplies, there are a total of ten divine flowers.

Eight gold paper rubbings.

Several talismans with strange patterns carved on them.

A black jar filled with gloomy energy and so on.

Wang Hao didn't pay attention to anything else, but he opened the golden papers one by one.

Sure enough, among these gold paper rubbings, he finally found the one he wanted to get most.

On the gold paper, three big characters were written:

"The Divine Dream Method".

Wang Ba is finally impure