Natural fairy species

"Chen'er, you don't need to worry about spirit stones at this age, you can go out to play with your clan friends or practice basic five-element spells."

Bai Jiu'an found that his nephew was really too precocious. At this age, he was still playing in the mud and grabbing the next door's dog egg toys. Be lazy when you get the chance.

It wasn't until the age of fifteen or sixteen that my mind settled down and I understood the importance of practice, that I started to get serious.

Bai Zichen is wearing a brand-new cyan robe today, with a cluster of thriving black bamboo on his chest, which is one of the benefits that all monks of the Bai family can receive from the family.

The Taoist robe is made of ordinary material, but it is painted with silk runes that automatically clean and repair cracks. If you put it outside, it will cost you five spirit stones.

There is a new kit hanging around his waist, in which there are two spirit stones and a stack of spells - the former is an offering that he can receive from the clan every year as a first-tier monk during the Qi refining period, and the latter is given to him by his uncle Bai Jiu'an Refining Qi into the body gift.

As the currency in circulation in the cultivation world, spirit stones are also indispensable in cultivation, so its importance can be imagined. Although Bai Zichen doesn't know much about the price system in the practice world, but from the knowledge in the miscellaneous notes, he can also know that two spirit stones are not worth anything.

"Uncle, it is said in the book that craft refining, alchemy, and talisman painting are the three occupations in the cultivation world that are most likely to earn spirit stones. How did you become a spirit planter?"

When Bai Zichen was young, he thought that he must learn a craft to make money, and his uncle was naturally the best channel, but it was a pity that the uncles who were at the upper level of the chain of contempt did not know any of them.

"Those three professions require extremely high talents, and they need to invest a lot of resources in the early stage to cultivate them. Except for sects like Qingfengmen, which family would specialize in cultivating such talents."

Bai Jiu'an reached out and touched his little nephew's head, he didn't get angry because of the childish question,

"Like the alchemist, even for the first-grade elixir, hundreds of pieces of spirit stones are required to be put into the furnace once, and dozens of failures are enough to hurt a small family."

"And don't underestimate the spiritual planter. This job doesn't require much investment. If one or two of the spiritual plants cultivated can succeed, the benefits will be inevitable."

To put it bluntly, it is impossible for a spiritual planter to compare with an alchemist or a craftsman in the future, the main reason is that the investment is small.

Bai Zichen murmured in his heart that he didn't have much grudges against the profession of Lingzhi teacher. He was still young, and there was no way to learn other high-end professions. It's better to start as Lingzhi teacher first.

Bai Jiu'an brought Bai Zichen to a bamboo grove, pinched his fingers and typed out a spell, and a few faint emerald lights danced around his fingertips before throwing himself into the bamboo in front of him. The bamboo leaves were rustling, and in an instant, this bamboo plant became visibly more energetic, and the branches and leaves seemed to be a little more luxuriant.

"Yimu Qingshenjue, a unique technique handed down from our ancestors, is unique in the entire Heishan County. It is of great benefit to the vegetation. It can not only promote growth and restore vitality, but also refine the essence and enhance the essence. It is exactly With this method, the spiritual plants cultivated by our Bai family are well-known throughout Heishan County, and they are the most important product of the family."

Bai Jiu'an introduced and cast spells, and after a while, he successfully cast spells on several acres of bamboo.

"Hey, isn't this the black bamboo planted outside the town? Could it be a kind of spiritual plant?"

Bai Zichen took a closer look. Except that the color was darker and more vibrant, these bamboos were not much different from the large bamboo forests planted in Mozhu Town.

"Haha, you guessed it right, this is Black Bamboo, but it's still far away from Lingzhi!"

It turned out that when the ancestors of the Bai family first settled in the Heishan Mountains, they got a bag of first-grade low-grade Lingzhi Xuanmo bamboo seeds from the legacy of their predecessors. Afterwards, they were successfully planted and continuously cultivated, and the scale of the bamboo forest became larger and larger.

It's just that with the passage of time, a large number of newborn black ink bamboos have degenerated into ordinary black ink bamboos, which are only a little tougher than ordinary bamboos. But as long as there is a spiritual planter who takes good care of him, and with the accumulated effect of Yimu Qingshenjutsu thousands of times, it is possible to be promoted again and become Xuanmozhu again.

And black bamboos are planted everywhere outside the mortal town, which is naturally ordered by the monks of the Bai family so that they can have enough bamboo in reserve.

"There are dozens of unnamed mountains like this within our family's range. When you reach the middle stage of Qi refining, that is, the fourth floor of Qi refining stage, you can apply for one with your family. It is specially used to open up spiritual fields and cultivate spiritual plants. Right now Well, you can choose a place on my Fufeng Ridge to practice your hands."

Bai Zichen was amused when he heard it. The welfare of this family is good. Such a small mountain is enough for hundreds of mortals to settle down, but it was a place that he didn't even dare to hope for in his previous life.

About two to three hundred black bamboos occupy the most spiritual place on Fufeng Ridge. Behind it is a cliff with lush vines climbing on the mountain wall. Looking down, there is a pool only a few meters wide.

On the other side, a piece of flat land about a hundred feet long and wide was trimmed, and a dazzling red crop was planted, with slender stems and leaves that grew to isosceles height.

With a gust of wind, Qi Qi fell to one side and then stretched back, like a sea of ​​fire undulating, which stunned Bai Zichen who saw it for the first time. A wall was built on the corner of the ground, and there were three lonely dusty houses inside.

When dealing with the red crops, Bai Jiu'an was more perfunctory. A Yimu Qingshen spell covered a large area of ​​spiritual fields, and the green light was so thin that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Yangyan grass, after it grows up, it can be used to make talisman paper of first-grade low-grade fire-type talismans. It is very cheap. It is estimated that such a large piece will sell for more than a dozen spirit stones. But the advantage is that it does not require high aura, and it is very easy to grow. Well, it’s easy to take care of, and basically every low-level monk will plant some.”

Bai Jiu'an has already seen that his nephew cannot be treated like an ordinary child. He has been serious about every detail of Lingzhi's care during the past half a day. When he encounters something he doesn't understand, he keeps asking. He took the initiative to introduce him.

"I only come here to take care of Lingzhi on weekdays. I lived here for less than half a month a year, so I just built a simple house at the beginning. In a few years, when uncle reaches the late stage of Qi refining, he will You can bring a few mortal servants into the mountains to take care of our lives and handle some chores."

At the beginning, the Bai family still lived together with immortals, but after several generations, when the number of clan members increased, some monks raised their opinions. The patriarch of that generation simply set the rules, set up a small town at the foot of the nearby mountain, and moved all the mortals of the Bai family who had no spiritual roots into it.

Only monks who have reached the late stage of Qi refining can apply to bring a certain number of mortals up the mountain.

This is for the convenience of management, and the second is to prevent overcrowding from disturbing the aura in the mountain.

It’s just that this rule has caused a lot of low-level monks to suffer, and the monks in the qi refining period have not yet reached the bigu realm, and they have to prepare meals, do laundry and clean up by themselves all day long. Extraordinary monks complained endlessly. A person with an unstable mind likes leisure and hates work, how can he suffer such hardships and escape to a small town down the mountain to have a good time for a few days whenever he has the opportunity.

Of course, Bai Jiu'an doesn't live on Fufeng Ridge, mainly for family missions, he travels around all year round to accumulate resources for cultivating immortals. Otherwise, it would be impossible to rely on the aptitude of the Four Spirit Roots to be only one step away from the late stage of Qi Refining.

In the evening, after Bai Zichen had the spiritual meal with his uncle, he returned to his room—it was said to be a spiritual meal, but it was actually a one-acre spiritual field that the uncle had roughed up, where he planted some ordinary rice and vegetables, and he could get it once in a while. The Yimu Qingshen Art is just nourishing, and it will not help the cultivation in the slightest.

Coupled with Bai Jiuan's poor craftsmanship and lack of good ingredients, Bai Zichen, who has been a carnivore for two lifetimes, is like chewing wax. He can only hope that his uncle's cultivation will improve as soon as possible, and he will find a high-class cook to come back.