Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He took the last blood essence of the red-haired youth directly into the space and buried it in the soil.

Some of Ao Wu's belongings were still left in the place, and he picked them up, put them into the space, dealt with the traces left by him at the scene, and then disappeared into the ground again.

After leaving the battlefield, he got out of the ground again and flew towards the capital city.

Counting, he and Ao Wu met twice in total, and the other party died twice. Maybe it was because of a disagreement between the two, or he ordered Rick Ao Wu.

Although Ao Wu died as a puppet, it was definitely a great loss to the main body.

The large number of puppets lost just twice is a huge fortune, and the average noble family will go bankrupt.

A part of the consciousness annihilated along with the puppet will also cause a lot of damage to the body, and it is not an easy task to recover the loss of consciousness.

Zhang He returned to the city, sorted out Ao Wu's belongings, and got a super-large storage bag, which was at least a hundred feet square.

This kind of large storage bag is rare and valuable.

It is very difficult to refine the magic weapon of storage, and the materials are also very expensive. Huya and the others have not yet mastered this technology.

He intends to throw it to Wen Sheng's caravan, so that when transporting some rare materials, they don't need to be exposed.

In addition, more than 4,000 second-order spirit stones and a lot of messy refining materials were harvested.

After resting at the residence for a day, he asked Mei Yingxue to go to the fair with him the next day.

After the warm-up of the previous few days, today's trade fair is much more lively.

Everyone took out the good things they had at the bottom of the box and put them out for trading.

Zhang He also took out more than a dozen thousand-year-old elixir from the space and lined them up. For him, selling spirit stones or exchanging other rare spirits is fine.

Mei Yingxue took out a magic weapon and placed it next to Zhang He.

The two casually set up a small booth, moved out the small bench, and sat side by side behind the booth.

Having nothing to do, Zhang He simply took out a pot of Baihualing wine and a small snack, and the two of them drank one sip at a time, chatting occasionally.

Zhang He's business is good today,

It only took half a day to sell all these more than ten thousand-year-old elixir, and exchanged a few elixir plants and a lot of spirit stones.

The talisman that Mei Yingxue presented had never been sold, and she didn't take it seriously, anyway, her ulterior motives were not about drinking.

My elixir is sold out and I'm ready to close the stall. Are you still selling it?

I won't sell it anymore. Mei Yingxue stretched out her hand and put the magic weapon in front of her into the storage bag.

There is a Zuixianlou in Dadu City. The food and wine there is the best in Dadu City. My aunt took me there before.

Okay! I also earned some spirit stones today, let's go to Zuixianlou for dinner after closing the stall.

When the two packed up their gear and were about to leave, a skinny monk ran towards them in a hurry.

My friend, please wait a moment!

Hearing this, Zhang He glanced up, and conveniently put the bench on the ground into the storage bag, What do you want?

Fellow Daoist, I just saw you have a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng here, is there any more?

When this skinny monk passed by this place just now, he saw that the thousand-year-old white jade ginseng on Zhang He's booth was exactly what he needed, but after inquiring about the price, he didn't have enough spirit stones in his pocket.

Then he hurried back to the family, dug up a rare spiritual plant and wanted to exchange it.

It's just that he seems to be a step late.

No, it's sold out.

Zhang He waved his hand and was about to leave with Mei Yingxue. The two of them had a date for dinner. He didn't have to worry about selling the thousand-year-old white jade ginseng as a healing medicine.

Fellow Daoist! Look again, maybe you accidentally dropped one or two sticks in the corner of the storage bag. I would like to use this thing to trade.

Thousand-year-old white jade ginseng is not a weed, so how could it fall.

However, when the skinny monk took out something from the storage bag, Zhang He felt that what the skinny monk said made sense.

Perhaps in some inconspicuous corner, there is really a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng that has been missed.

The skinny monk held a coiled wooden vine in his hand, with a banning talisman attached to it.

Is this bloodthirsty vine?

Zhang He has seen descriptions of bloodthirsty vines in the classics, but he has never seen the real thing.

My fellow daoist has good eyesight. This is a bloodthirsty vine that has been passed down from my family. It has been more than a thousand years old. The thousand-year-old white jade ginseng used to exchange for fellow daoist should not be a disadvantage to fellow daoist.

Fellow Daoist, let me look for it again, maybe the next one is really missing in the storage bag.

Zhang He, who originally planned to close the stall and leave, put his hand into the storage bag and pretended to look for it perfunctorily, and then really took out a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng.

Fellow Daoist is really a man of gods. I didn't expect such a big white jade ginseng to be missing from my storage bag.

Mei Yingxue stood by the side all the time, watching coldly as the two men finally completed the deal under the hypocritical and clumsy performance.

What my aunt said is right. The most untrustworthy thing in the world is a man's mouth. Don't take it too seriously.

Come on, let's go eat.

Having just traded another rare spiritual plant, Zhang He was in a good mood, and he took Mei Yingxue's hand and walked out.

The bloodthirsty vine was thrown into the space by him, and the little skull had already picked up the hoe, ready to plant it.

This kind of spiritual plant has no medicinal effect, and is a very rare wood-type refining material.

The bloodthirsty vine is covered with spikes and hovers in the dense forest. Once a living creature strays into its territory, it will take the initiative to attack and entangle the prey.

The thorns on the vine penetrate into the intruder's body and inject a paralytic toxin into it. This toxin will not kill, but it will make the prey weak and lose the ability to struggle and escape.

These spikes then slowly suck the blood of their blood prey.

Once entangled by bloodthirsty vines, it would be a nightmare to die. He lost any resistance and could only watch his blood slowly being sucked dry.

With the size of a person, it will take several days to die completely. During this period, you will experience pain, despair, helplessness and other negative emotions.

The bloodthirsty vine looks ugly, but its flowers are delicate and charming, and its fragrance can waft far.

It attracted countless ignorant monsters or people, who came all the way to find them, and offered to add food to the bloodthirsty vines.

The pollen of the bloodthirsty vine is a high-quality spice, favored by many female nuns, and the supply has been in short supply.

At today's market price, a penny of bloodthirsty vine pollen can sell 1,000 spirit stones, and it's not always possible to buy it.

When Zhang He and Mei Yingxue walked to Zuixian Tower, the little skull had already planted bloodthirsty vines in the space.

The moment the little skull tore off the banning talisman, the bloodthirsty vine immediately came to life, and the vines swept towards the little skull like a wandering long snake.

Its speed was so fast and its angle was so tricky that even the battle-tested little skull was caught by a vine and its ribs were entangled.

The spikes on the vines immediately pierced towards the ribs of the little skull.

It's just that the little skull has no flesh, only a hard bone frame, which can't be pierced, can't release toxins, and can't absorb blood.

Without the help of the toxin, this vine entangled in the ribs did not pose any danger to the little skeleton.

The little skull pulled hard and tore off the vine together with the ribs.

Then he continued to act like a normal person, carrying a bucket and pouring a bucket of spiritual spring water on the bloodthirsty vine.

When he left the range of the bloodthirsty vine, the torn rib flew back to the little skull with a swish.

Due to the structure of the skeleton, the structure of the bones is unstable and easy to fall off. Sometimes when I shake my head, it will fly out because of too much force, and I have to go all the way to pick up the head and put it back on, which is very troublesome.

It can only be said that every family has a difficult scripture to recite.

Little Skull gave full play to his subjective initiative and refined every bone in his body. Each bone is equivalent to a magic weapon, which can fly out to attack the enemy at will.

After watering the bloodthirsty vines, the little skull went to work in the spiritual field with a hoe.

While Xiaokulou was exhausted farming, Zhang He and Mei Yingxue sat down by the window in Zuixianlou and ordered a large table of delicious food.

The spiritual food dishes made by Zuixianlou really deserve their reputation. Each dish is carefully selected spiritual ingredients and cooked by professional spiritual chefs.

It’s just that the price is a bit expensive. A random dish costs dozens of spirit stones to start with. The table they ordered is worth thousands of spirit stones, which is not something ordinary monks can afford. No tone of qualifications.

Just a small assorted platter on the table, made up of eight rare spiritual fruits, worth 600 spirit stones.

For an ordinary small foundation-building family, this dish can make him poor, or even bankrupt.

Zhang He pondered, when the space area becomes larger in the future, he can also eat a variety of fruit and vegetable trees for himself. Currently, there are only spirit peaches, and occasionally one or two watermelons.

Try this little sweetfish, it's their specialty, you can't find this kind of fish anywhere else.

Mei Yingxue was familiar with the dishes of this restaurant, and enthusiastically introduced each dish on the table to Zhang He.

Zhang He sighed in his heart, as a second-generation immortal, Mei Yingxue lived a much better life than ordinary monks.

I picked up a three-inch long golden fish and threw it into my mouth. I chewed it twice. The three flavors of fish meat were crispy, salty, fresh and spicy.

Then he tasted several other dishes, and they were all delicious, worthy of the thousands of spirit stones he spent.

The wine in their house is not good. It's not as good as the Baihualing wine you brewed.

Mei Yingxue helped Zhang He pour a small glass of spiritual wine, Zhang He took a sip, and it was indeed much worse than his wine.

In fact, there are a lot of spirit wine in his space, Mei Yingxue prefers flower wine, so he didn't bring out the rest of the wine.

His self-brewed spirit wine is made of high-quality spirit materials and aged in the space for a long time to absorb the rich spirit energy in the space, which is quite different from ordinary spirit wine.

In addition to Baihuaniang, I also have a spirit peach wine, do you want to try it?

Okay, of course I have to try.

Zhang He took out a small wine jar and poured a glass for each of them.

He kept this jar of peach wine in his space to age for decades, and occasionally he would pour it over with spiritual spring water. Now that it was poured out, the room was immediately filled with fragrance, which wafted to every corner of the restaurant.

Many diners in the restaurant were immediately attracted by the aroma of the wine, and kept wriggling their noses, greedily inhaling the aroma of the wine in the air.

Boss, you have good wine hidden here but you are reluctant to sell it to me, because you are afraid that I won't be able to give you the spirit stone?

A strong man's roar sounded, followed by similar sounds from all over the restaurant, shouting and cursing one after another.

The monks who can come here to consume are all the best among the nobles. The store has good wine to sell to others, but not to themselves. In their view, this is simply an insult to Chi Guoguo.

This time, the shopkeeper was scratching his head in anxiety, and quickly asked the shop assistant to find the source of the wine smell.

After a while, the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou walked up to Zhang He with a smile on his face and bowed his hands.

This fellow daoist! I don't want to pay any compensation to the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou. I have an unfeeling request. Can you resell some of the spirit wine of fellow daoist to me?

The bag shopkeeper was really pushed by customers, so he had to make such a bad move.

Zhang He only pondered for a moment, and he already had the answer.

Yes, but I don't have much spiritual wine, and it's more difficult to brew...

Fellow Daoist, don't worry, you won't lose out on the price.

Shopkeeper Bao was also very kind and immediately made a promise.

Look at the value of such a small altar like mine?

Zhang He pushed the small wine jug that was left over in front of shopkeeper Bao.

Can I comment below?

Please!

Shopkeeper Bao brought a small wine glass, poured half a glass of wine into it, put it in front of his nose to smell the wine gently, and then took a sip of spirit wine into his mouth.

To enter the mouth of the spirit wine, first use the tongue to push it up slightly, a sip of the spirit wine spreads throughout the mouth, several different tastes are presented at different positions in the mouth at the same time, there is no special taste.

Good wine! Really good wine!

Shopkeeper Bao couldn't help admiring.

I wonder how much spirit wine you still have?

It's not easy to brew this wine. I only brew a small part for my own consumption, and I can only sell you five jars a month.

There are still a lot of spirit wine in the Zhanghe space, especially the spirit wine brewed from spirit sweet potatoes, and there is a lot of it.

But things are rare and expensive, and it is still the shopkeeper Bao who asks him to buy it, so it is more convenient for him to raise the price.

Moreover, he promised 5 altars per month, and he established a long-term business. In the future, he can sell any good things to Zuixianlou.

Such a small altar, how about I give out 8000 spirit stones?

This kind of small wine jar can hold five catties of spirit wine. Zhang He originally thought that it would be good if he could sell 5,000 spirit stones, but he didn't expect the other party to ask for 8,000.

When most people make an offer, they will leave room for themselves, so as to increase their bargaining chips in the negotiation.

Zhang He guessed that Bao shopkeeper's psychological price should be 10,000 spirit stones.

If he slightly exceeds the other party's psychological price, the other party will generally accept it after hesitation.

12,000 spirit stones per altar, if it doesn't work, forget it.

Zhang He directly added 2000 spirit stones to the guessed psychological price.

Sure enough, shopkeeper Bao fell into hesitation. He wanted to refuse, but the customers below were pressing.

In fact, the price was only a little more than what he expected, and if he resold it, there was still room for profit.

12,000 is fine, but I want 10 altars a month.

make a deal!