My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Half a month later, at noon, Mr. Hao took a cigarette stick, put his hands behind his back, took a step of more than ten meters, and slowly climbed over the low mountain.

"Having worked for half a month, I must have suffered enough."

"The acre of land I helped plant is estimated to have sprouted by now."

"The ones he's newly planted are at least half dead!"

"At noon, tired for a long time. High temperature, exhaustion, restlessness."

"At this moment, as long as I have something to say, he will definitely not be reconciled."

Hao Lao thought in his heart, his attitude was leisurely, but he came to the ground as quickly as the wind.

When I saw the acre of land that I helped to plant, the index finger lengths were like seedlings of emerald green iron needles, breaking the soil and stabbing the sky.

"There is no harm without comparison, isn't this stable!"

He had already seen the hard figure under the sun, and immediately approached the past.

"Brother Chen, don't you grow yellow bud rice... eh?!"

Before he finished speaking, Hao Lao was shocked beyond words by the scene in the field in front of him.

In the yellow bud rice field, which should have died most of the time, the seedlings of yellow bud rice with the height of peanuts and pine needles were neatly arranged.

"Old Hao, what did you just say?" Chen Mu came to the ground with a smile.

Hao Lao's mouth twitched: "I said you are really good at growing yellow bud rice!"

Chen Mu looked at the planting skills of more than half of the first order on the gray wall, and said with sincere gratitude, "Thanks to Mr. Hao for your good teaching!"

Old Hao: "..." I really want to strangle myself half a month ago.

What do you teach so well!

10% of the rake, at least 20 white jade coins, it's gone!

...

After a long while, Mr. Hao readjusted his mentality. Looking at the large swathes of yellow buds emerging, he couldn't help but wonder, "How many acres of land do you have?"

"In addition to the one acre you helped me plant, another five acres have been planted." Chen Mu said cheerfully.

Old Hao sighed: "In half a month, even if it is me, I can grow four acres of land when I wake up early in the morning.

It must be admitted that these people from the Eight Desolate Islands are all ruthless.

In the past, the tyrants of the rivers and lakes, the master of one side, said that if you let go of your body, you should let go of your body.

Turning your head, you can farm hard with your feet on the ground.

"Is it planted by staying up late?" Hao Lao asked.

Chen Mu scratched his head, and said with a simple and honest face: "You have good eyesight, you did stay up for a while."

...

At night, the crescent moon is curved.

In the yellow bud rice field under the low mountain, five groups of black smoke emerged.

Chen Mu thought about it, and the ghost of the paper figurine started to dry.

The Yin soul of the word Chun took the yellow bud rice seeds and placed them precisely five fingers deep underground.

Xia Ziyin was carrying a burlap, and buried a palm-sized piece of bone meal evenly under the seed.

Qiu Zi Yinhun carried a bucket and a large wooden spoon, and poured a level spoon of well water around each seed accurately.

Dongzi Yinhun carried a pole and traveled to and from the house, transporting the well water rich in the spiritual energy of the earth to the fields in buckets.

Chen Mu reclined on the body of the Chinese character Yin Soul, looking at the four paper ghosts with relief.

"Although I don't do the work, I'm really staying up late."

Immediately, like a jelly bean, he leisurely threw a bigu pill into his mouth.

It didn't take long for the entire acre of land to be planted.

"It can't be planted any more. The speed is too fast, which will easily arouse the suspicion of Mr. Hao."

Five groups of black smoke flew to Chen Mu's side, and got into the five ghost bags and disappeared.

...

The next day, Chen Mu returned to the stone house with a bag of yellow bud rice.

"Is there any problem with Spirit Armor?" Chen Mu scratched his head and called out the gray wall to check.

Writing: 4710/10000/second order;

Drawing: 5967/10000/second order;

Cooking skills: 9145/10000/level 3;

Pharmacy: 1167/10000/fifth order;

Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Mantra: 5251/10000/seventh order;

Transfiguration: 2347/10000/fourth order;

Cloud Mirage Armor: 9757/10000/sixth order;

Planting: 5416/10000/first order;

"Did you eat a little too much?"

He asked someone to inquire, and ordinary people will indeed increase their appetite by cultivating the secret method of unifying the soul and soul.

But it is full of calculations, one hundred catties of yellow bud rice in one month is enough.

"I ate 100 catties in half a month. This is not even a beast meat."

"Is your appetite a little too good?"

Chen Mu rolled up his sleeves, silver threads looming under his skin.

It was as if there were really silver threads running under the skin and between the blood vessels.

The sword in the sleeve was pierced, and it rattled, but it couldn't break the skin.

"I ate two white jade coins in half a month. Tsk tsk..."

"It will take another seven or eight days to practice, and then it should be able to return to normal." Chen Mu calculated the proficiency progress, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

...

Eight days later, late at night.

In the low mountain courtyard room.

On the long table under the window sill, in the hollowed out three-legged incense burner, the light of scarlet charcoal can be vaguely seen.

A wisp of invisible blue smoke drifted out from the hole.

The whole room was filled with a faint scent that made people feel calm.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, the god's intentions belonging to the cloud mirage spirit armor technique completely disappeared.

On the back of his hand, a touch of silver light flashed away.

Probing hands to pinch the skin, a slightly cool and tenacious touch came.

It's like flexible iron. It remains both firm and soft.

The daring and divine intentions of Yun Mirage's shape-shifting technique have completely merged.

"What about the rest?" Chen Mu couldn't help scratching his head when he saw the patch-like courage on his body.

He called out the grey walls.

Cloud Mirage Armor: 7/10000/seventh order;

"Can you continue to practice?" Chen Mu was a little overjoyed unexpectedly.

After the unity of the gods and souls, it is induction cultivation.

Experienced so many things, spent so much time, and came from Daliang across the ocean, not just for this day.

"It's a pity that there is no Spring Breeze Building here." Chen Mu was a little unwilling.

"Forget it, let's cook yourself a big meal tomorrow."

"Speaking of which, the culinary skills need to be advanced, and double happiness is coming."

...

The next day, Chen Mu, who was sitting at the square table eating and drinking, had an ugly face.

He found that after the unity of the gods and souls, his food intake not only did not decrease, but increased again.

"No one else is like this." Chen Mu finally realized something was wrong.

"I have to take the time to inquire about the unity of the soul and soul." You can't bury your head in practice like this.

"I have to realize the Dingshen Pill as soon as possible."

After purchasing the ingredients for the Dingshen Pills, and buying the yellow bud rice and exotic animal meat, he only had nine white jade coins left on his body.

"Sell it to Baicao Pavilion?" Chen Mu hesitated.

Baicao Pavilion is affiliated to the lower courtyard of Jilongdao.

The business is fair, and the disciples of the lower house can also owe the bone meal of the different animals on credit. It is a conscience shop.

But I am an outsider who has only been here for more than a month. Suddenly, he took out such a large number of calming pills. What if it attracts prying eyes?

What Baicaoge knows, the lower house of Jilongdao also knows.

Once exposed, there may be advantages, but the disadvantages will definitely come!

After all, money and silk move people's hearts!

"I don't know if there is a place similar to a ghost city." Chen Mu touched his chin and began to wonder.

There are thousands of disciples in the entire lower courtyard planting basin, and it is impossible to have no gray trading points.

"Old Hao should know."

Three generations of his family have been living here, and they must know a lot of news.

Chen Mu made a decision.