Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Wang Ba felt a sense of fear at this moment.

Only then did he realize that if the Death Power had not taken effect, he would have died completely just now in the Yin Shen Mansion temple.

It was just this Blue Water Male Spirit Turtle that blocked this disaster for him.

And perhaps this blow has consumed most of the power of the sound, so that the subsequent power is no longer enough to destroy Wang Ba's soul in an instant, and this is what gives him a chance to revive his soul.

It also suddenly made Wang Yan, who had just succeeded in building the foundation, and was quite proud, completely sober up.

"The world of monks is mysterious and unpredictable. Strong people emerge in endlessly. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."

"At no time can you get too carried away."

He reminded himself secretly in his heart.

At the same time, he immediately bound the only second-level low-grade blue water male turtle in his hand.

The lifespan consumed by binding has not changed.

Finish these.

The impetuous mood in his heart was finally swept away.

After confirming again that there were no omissions, he took the drained hourglass and walked out of the practice room.

As soon as he opened the door, a lot of sunshine fell on him, warm.

At this time.

"Hey, the one who just walked out, yes, that's you!"

"You've already exceeded the time limit for two days! Come out quickly! Let people in! Don't forget to come over and pay triple the fine!"

The caretaker of the training room, a bald monk, walked over angrily and shouted at Wang Ba.

"You mean me?"

Wang Ba stood at the door of the training room with a puzzled look on his face.

"Otherwise there is still..."

After walking only a few steps, the bald monk was suddenly startled and his pupils shrank.

The originally impatient and grumpy expression on his face stiffened for a moment, and then he forced a smile on his face:

"Haha, I didn't mean you, I meant that one over there... Hey, that one over there, stop right here!"

As he spoke, the bald monk carefully bowed to Wang Ba, then passed Wang Ba, cursed in a low voice and walked towards the monk next to him who had just opened the door and walked out.

Wang Hao glanced at the monk with a hooded face and the half-bleed hourglass timer in his hand.

He lowered his head and glanced at the hourglass in his hand that had completely drained.

He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"So, this is what it feels like to build a foundation..."

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in my heart.

During these years of practice, he has always been careful with others. How could anyone have ever been so awe-inspiring to him?

He finally experienced a hint of the happiness of a foundation-building monk.

However, this emotion did not stay in Wang Yan's heart for too long.

He immediately left Fangshi and rushed back to the chicken farm.

He was determined to try out the abilities of the foundation-building monks, so he immediately walked through the air without using any flying magic weapon. He just relied on himself.

Although it is slower than the first-order high-grade flying magic weapon, it feels more comfortable and carefree.

Soon, he landed in front of the chicken farm.

To his surprise, after not coming back for two days, the spiritual field outside the chicken farm was already overgrown with weeds.

"Strange, why didn't Junior Sister take care of it?"

Wang Ba was a little confused.

Bu Chan never noticed that there were weeds in the spiritual field and would clean them up by himself almost every day.

Although human puppets can also do it, due to their low level and average magic control, they can easily pull out the spiritual plants next to them, affecting the growth of the spiritual plants.

He quickly opened the door and walked into the chicken farm.

But he found a familiar figure sitting on the steps in front of the cabin not far away. Zhengyu was resting his chin in his hands, looking lost in thought.

When she heard the movement, she quickly raised her head and looked over.

Eyes facing each other.

It is worth a thousand words.

…

Buchan's joy after learning that Wang Bao had established the foundation was simply beyond words.

After several days of excitement, the cabin was crumbling.

Even foundation-building monks like Wang Yan felt that their backs were a bit too much to bear.

"I'd rather go to the bookstore and ask if there are any suitable spells in Huansheng Dao..."

By the pool.

Wang Hao fed the turtles and couldn't help but sigh.

When he glanced at the giant shield-armored turtles basking lazily in the pool, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Isn't this ready-made?"

The shield-armored giant turtles who were lying on their backs basking in the cold suddenly felt a cold air coming inexplicably, but they had no idea where it came from.

However, Wang Ba just thought that these giant shield turtles were his treasures and an important source for cultivating blue water turtles.

Maybe in the future I will eat it as openly as I did the yellow-throated turtle, but not yet.

Of course, he had to admit that in the past few days of fighting with Bu Chan, he had learned a lesson from Bu Chan's tenacity.

Although Bu Chan is only at the seventh level of Qi refining, he has been working on the land of the spirit field for a long time. Under the nourishment of the power of the earth veins, not only the "Yuan Mu Zhenfa" continues to improve, but his own body has also become stronger.

There is a vague feeling of physical cultivation.

This is why even though Wang Yan is a foundation-building monk, he still feels that it is too much. After all, Qi-refining monks only barely pass the test in terms of physical strength, far less than physical training.

Under the fierce collision and fighting, it was naturally very difficult.

It is a pity that there are few body cultivation methods, and the progress of cultivation is much slower than that of Qi refining monks. Otherwise, Wang Yan would also like to find a body cultivation method to practice.

"Brother, come over for dinner!"

"coming."

Wang Ba dropped the turtle food in his hand, clapped his hands, and walked leisurely towards the cabin.

The last time Wang Yan was united in three elements, he couldn't eat the food prepared by Bu Chan.

This time, Bu Chan had to make a table of delicious food no matter what.

Wang Hao didn't object, so he sent the transmission note to the monk surnamed Yan, intending to call him over.

It's a pity that the other party seems to have gone to another station. They are so far away that the transmission notes can't reach them.

Wang Yan didn't have any regrets. The reason why he called the other party was because the other party also called him the last time during the foundation building celebration banquet. It was just a good opportunity to contact each other and enhance their relationship.

But since he didn't shout, he simply enjoyed the two-person world with Bu Chan.

Good food and wine, your eyes and ears are warm.

Bu Chan's cheeks also had a hint of ripe blush.

The brows and eyes are burning.

Even though my waist is weak, I can't help myself at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, the cabin began to shake again.

A few days later.

Lingshui single courtyard.

Wang Hao rubbed his sore waist and took out the spirit chicken essence and a small amount of spirit turtle essence.

I couldn’t help but sigh:

"It's such a waste of time. The past few days have been wasted."

"It must not be like this next time."

After sighing, he closed his eyes and started taking the spirit chicken essence.

After a while, he frowned slightly and opened his eyes.

After looking at the spirit chicken essence, I couldn't help but look at the spirit gathering formation in the room.

"It seems that the concentration and grade of spiritual energy in the first-level training room cannot keep up..."

Now that he has entered the foundation building stage, if he tries to absorb the first-level spiritual energy, he can barely refine it into mana.

It's just that the speed is too impressive.

At this speed, it might take half a day to refine a drop of mana.

And the spiritual chicken essence is far from being full of rich spiritual energy as it once felt. Now after eating more than ten spoons in a row, it is not even as filling as the one spoonful before.

This is of course not that the spiritual energy contained in the spirit chicken essence has decreased, but that his current demand for spiritual energy has increased significantly, both in terms of quality and quantity.

Therefore, the spirit chicken essence can still be used. Anyway, the quality is not enough for quantity. If he raises it openly, he can still get a lot of spirit chicken essence.

But the Lingshui Private Courtyard can no longer keep up with his needs. The food is tasteless and it is a pity to abandon it.

After all, nearly a hundred spiritual stones are wasted here every month, which is really a waste.

After thinking about it, without much hesitation, he found the deacon here, went through the procedures for canceling the lease, and got back the remaining spirit stones and deposit.

Deacon Hao, who was in charge here, was transferred to another station not long ago.

Today's deacon is a stranger.

However, he was only a Qi Refining cultivator. Although he was from the sect, after clearly feeling the foundation-building pressure on Wang Ba, he was shocked and immediately completed the procedures for Wang Ba.

And when he learned that Wang Hao needed a training cave with second-level spiritual veins, he also specifically pointed out the direction to Wang Hao:

"Most of the spiritual veins here at Dongsheng Station have been gathered behind the old mountain gate. In the area outside, only the 'Linggu Residence' has second-floor houses, but almost all of them are rented out."

"If you go, you can take my token and the other party will definitely make arrangements for you."

"Thank you very much."

"You can't help it, you've broken me!"

Wang Hao habitually prepared to give the other party a few spiritual stones, but was frightened and rejected by the other party.

Only then did he realize that as a foundation-building monk, there was no need to show your kindness to an ordinary Qi Refining Deacon; the other party would already obediently handle all your matters.

However, he still gave the spirit stone to the other party.

It's really cool to overwhelm others with your cultivation, but this is not his style.

The ordinary deacon suddenly showed a flattered expression.

In fact, when Zuodao monks reach the level of foundation building, they are no different from monks in Tianmen Sect.

After all, if a foundation-building monk wants to be promoted, he basically needs to earn meritorious deeds, survive missions, and survive recruitment.

After completing two compulsory recruitments and having sufficient merits at the same time, you can successfully become a monk of the Tianmen Sect.

And the Qi Refining Deacon who can be assigned to take care of these chores is basically an unpopular type in the sect.

Faced with Wang Ba's overtures, he was naturally flattered.

After hesitating for a moment, the ordinary deacon said:

"Senior, if you go to Linggu Residence to choose a house, try to choose a house near the north. The quality of the spiritual energy there is higher than that in the south. Although it is not obvious, you can feel it over time and over time. There’s a gap.”

Wang Ba was startled when he heard this, and then nodded: "Thank you for letting me know."

After saying that, he left the Deacon Management Office of Lingshui Independent Courtyard.

He quickly rushed to the location of Linggu's residence, which was where Xiyuanfang City used to be.

After flying for a while, he couldn't help but stop in front of an abandoned and dilapidated village.

Even though the walls of the house have collapsed, each brick and tile still seems to be there.

This was the former Dingbaqi Village, and it was also where he settled after joining the Dongsheng Sect, and the beginning of his spiritual path.

It's just that since the drastic change in Dongsheng Sect that night, Wang Hao has never been here again, intentionally or unintentionally.

Now, after more than ten years, he revisited his old place, and he felt a little emotional.

But it only stayed for a while, and then no longer missed it, flying into the center of the spiritual valley not far away.

Lingguju lives up to its name and is a medium-sized villa located in a valley.

It is vaguely divided into three areas. Some buildings are dense and narrow, some are sparse and gorgeous, and some are even-keeled.

But in general, the scale is far smaller than that of Shidongju, Mulouju and Lingshui House.

The deacon of Lingguju was also a Qi Refining monk. When he saw the unconcealed foundation-building aura on Wang Ba's body, he immediately raised his hands to salute respectfully.

"Senior is here, do you have any advice?"

Wang Ba also gradually got used to the respectful attitude of the Qi Refining monks, and he immediately stated his request.

"As for the cave, this place is divided into three levels. The first level requires 8 medium-grade spiritual stones per month, the second level requires 6 pieces, and the third level requires 4 pieces."

Deacon said.

Hearing the price, Wang Hao frowned secretly.

In the past few years, his spiritual chickens have become increasingly unsaleable. On the contrary, Buchan's spiritual rice field has been cultivating two first-class first-grade spiritual rice very well. The number of spiritual rice sold has increased year by year. Last year, he made twenty or thirty yuan. A medium-grade spiritual stone.

Now it is no longer Wang Ba who is raising Bu Chan, but Bu Chan who is raising him.

However, even though Bu Chan earned a lot of spiritual stones, he could not afford the high rent of Linggu Residence.

After thinking about it, Wang Hao had no choice and asked: "What is the difference between these three types?"

"Senior, all three are second-order low-grade spiritual energy, but there is a slight difference in concentration and cultivation environment."

Wang Hao immediately stopped hesitating after hearing this: "Then let's take the third place."

"yes."

The Qi Refining Deacon quickly said: "Senior, should you pay monthly or annually..."

"Pay monthly."

Wang Yan said helplessly.

People who are poor and have short ambitions can only do this.

"Okay, senior, please pay the deposit and the first month's rent, a total of 4 medium-grade spiritual stones."

"Um?"

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment: "Four yuan?"

Shouldn't it be eight yuan?

"That's right, they are four middle-grade spiritual stones. You are a foundation-building monk. Naturally, you don't need to follow the market price like an ordinary left-behind monk. What we give you is our internal price."

The Qi Refining monk said with a smile on his face.

Market price, internal price...

When Wang Bao heard this, he felt vaguely enlightened.

Obviously, the so-called market price is the price at which Tianmen Sect exploits left-behind monks.

The direct price doubled and rented out.

The internal price is the normal price for monks within the Tianmen Sect.

In this way, the price of Lingshui Private Hospital is probably exaggerated.

It's just that the leftist monks have no choice but to accept it.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh that the people of Tianmen Sect who designed this model have a delicate understanding of people's hearts.

Even if the Left Dao monks once had complaints against the Tianmen Sect, once they became Foundation Establishment monks, they immediately became the holders of vested interests, and naturally they would stand firmly on the side of the Tianmen Sect.

As for the monks who failed to become the foundation builder, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they could not make trouble.

It not only exploits the left-right monks as much as possible, but also ensures that after some of them become foundation-building monks, they will not hold a grudge and become the new blood of the Tianmen Sect smoothly.

It's the best of both worlds.

Of course, the wishes of the Zuo Dao monks were not taken into account.

The Qi Refining Deacon then completed the procedures for Wang Hao, and then took Wang Hao to choose a room.

There were very few rooms left, so Wang Hao randomly selected a house to the north.

There is only one room.

Name: Dongziju, seven rooms.

He casually handed the other party a few spiritual stones. The other party was shocked and frightened, and left with a hint of joy.

Later, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Wang Hao vaguely felt that the spiritual energy in the room seemed to be faintly stronger.

Such changes are difficult to detect.

Wang Ba also thought it was an illusion, and then sat cross-legged in the room and began to practice formally.