I rely on farming to transform the world of cultivation

The starry sky at night appears again, shining its light on the entire world of cultivation fairly.

Fang Chen was lying on a wooden chair, looking at the sky in a trance.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Qingshan brought a bowl of spiritual rice porridge to Fang Chen and asked curiously.

"I was wondering, what are the stars in the sky and even the moon?"

After taking the spiritual rice porridge and taking a sip, Fang Chen said with a bit of longing.

"What are you doing thinking about this? Moreover, even the combined monks can't resist the strong wind in the sky. There was a senior who didn't believe in evil who insisted on trying it, and eventually died without even ashes."

Lin Qingshan also looked up, and then said casually.

"Oh? Tell me in detail."

Fang Chen was very interested in these and asked Lin Qingshan to talk.

"I also read in an ancient book that a senior in the integration stage didn't believe that the strong wind in the sky was really that powerful, so he kept flying high into the sky because he had five or six magic weapons for self-protection. According to several other people in the The fusion monk at the scene said that in the end, he was swallowed by the strong wind and nothing was left. "

Anyway, I had nothing to do during the meal time, so Lin Qingshan started chatting along.

"That's it, then if a magic weapon is designed specifically for exploring high altitudes, with structural design that specifically strengthens the resistance to strong winds, and has a special energy supply device, is there a chance of breaking through the strong winds?"

Fang Chen took a sip of porridge thoughtfully, and then came up with a new idea.

"I don't know much about weapon refining, but I also know that refining such a magic weapon is not easy. It may also involve cooperation between the weapon refining master and the formation master. Even the top forces may not be able to complete it."

After hearing Fang Chen's thoughts, Lin Qingshan was very glad that he had added an insurance policy to his oath, and then expressed his own comments.

"Of course, to refine such a magic weapon, I need to have material personnel who specialize in materials that can resist the strong wind, observers who analyze the flow patterns of the strong wind, and designers who design the physical structure..."

Fang Chen nodded naturally and listed the conditions needed to refine such a magic weapon.

"Then where are you going to find such personnel?"

Lin Qingshan's head was pounding after hearing this, but he felt that what he said made sense, so he asked again.

"Looking? We can't find these people. We have to train them ourselves."

Fang Chen glanced at the nearby refugees who were drinking porridge like them, and then said to Lin Qingshan.

The things he mentioned will not be studied by anyone in the world of cultivation, because they are of almost no use to cultivation, and finding someone with relevant knowledge is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Train them?" Lin Qingshan showed an incredulous expression. Seeing that Fang Chen didn't seem to be joking, he advised: "These people have been dealing with farmland almost all their lives, can they learn the knowledge you mentioned? ?”

"Don't underestimate people's learning ability, and it will definitely not only rely on them, but also on the members who will join here in the future, and their next generation. Anyway, we have enough time, and it is only a matter of time before we cultivate corresponding talents."

Fang Chen is very optimistic. Although in many aspects it is equivalent to establishing a new discipline from scratch, most of it belongs to the field of natural science. As long as you are good at observation and summary, you can get results.

Compared with ordinary humans, monks have a great advantage in observation.

"I still don't understand. What's the point of going to war just to see what's on the stars? Why not focus all your energy on cultivation?"

Lin Qingshan still doesn't quite understand Fang Chen's thinking. In his opinion, Fang Chen has the ability to bring spiritual energy to the Jueling Swamp. He only needs to recruit people to develop it into a large spiritual field, and earn enough spiritual stones to cultivate all the way to Very high level.

Originally, he thought that Fang Chen had the same plan, using very few resources to help mortals get started with Qi training, letting them take care of the spiritual field, and then just collect the rent with peace of mind.

"It's much better than having nothing to do and fighting, causing the spiritual energy concentration in the world of cultivation to become lower and lower."

Fang Chen smiled faintly, finished speaking, and drank the bowl of spiritual rice porridge in one gulp.

"I didn't expect your ambition to be so lofty..."

Lin Qingshan heard the underlying meaning of Fang Chen's words.

This is talking about the internal friction of the entire cultivation world.

It is not uncommon in the world of cultivation for various sects to fight for resources, resulting in the destruction of spiritual veins.

Lin Qingshan has experienced it several times.

Therefore, the result of the competition is often a lose-lose situation.

Fang Chen was not only pointing out their problems, but also putting himself on a higher level than them.

This is really a bit arrogant.

But for some reason, Lin Qingshan felt that it was really possible for him to do it.

"I'm crazy too."

Realizing his thoughts, Lin Qingshan shook his head, raised his head and drank his spiritual rice porridge, and then said: "Since your ambition is so big, you need an identity now."

"What's the meaning?"

The word without beginning or end successfully aroused Fang Chen's curiosity, so he asked curiously.

"If you just want a group of tenant farmers who can work, you just need to be an immortal who kindly takes them in. Out of fear and gratitude, they will do a good job of taking care of the spiritual fields as long as there are stutterers."

Lin Qingshan paused and continued: "But if you want a group of people who are willing to learn and make progress, this identity will not work because it is too far away from them. The same goes for the rulers and leaders you mentioned before. , it makes no difference to them, what you need is the same identity as them.”

When saying this, Lin Qingshan used his magic power to transmit his voice to prevent others from hearing him.

After hearing this, Fang Chen gradually understood what Lin Qingshan meant.

He must have an identity that can bring him closer to those refugees, and those refugees must also have the same identity, just like the construction of a nation or a country. They must find common ground through blood or region and refine it into a common symbol for them. .

"Thanks for the advice."

Fang Chen bowed his hands towards Lin Qingshan, already having a plan in mind.

"It seems you understand."

Lin Qingshan smiled and nodded, expressing his approval of Fang Chen.

"Do me a favor..."

Fang Chen also used his magic power to transmit sound so that his words would not be heard by anyone else.

"You kid, ah no, Emperor Zi-sama made up a complete set of identities so quickly, it's amazing."

After hearing Fang Chen's plan, Lin Qingshan cast an admiring look and said.

The Jueling Swamp was humid and cold at night. The refugees were wearing thin clothes, but they did not suffer from the cold.

As early as when cooking, the kind-hearted immortal summoned ten suns with his wave of hands and asked them to gather around and wait for dinner.

They had not heard of the concept of dinner for a long time, so naturally they felt grateful again.

As the group advanced and retreated together, no one was lazy. Everyone had rice porridge with meat. Just looking at the first three groups eating meat, many people swallowed their saliva and secretly made up their minds.

At this time, everyone had finished their dinner, but no one knew what to do next. They just looked around blankly.

More people looked at the immortal who brought them here, hoping that he would give instructions. They didn't wait long before they saw the immortal summoning the magical little bag.

"Everyone, it's getting late and the house hasn't been built yet. Let's go back to the fairy mansion to spend the night."

No one resisted, and everyone returned to the Second Generation Immortal Mansion.

There were actually a hundred wooden beds inside, with mattresses, quilts and pillows placed on them. The little sun above the head only had a faint glow.

"Everyone choose a bed and get some rest."

Fang Chen's voice came from high in the sky, and the stunned people followed suit.

Lying on the chosen bed, Lin Qingshan turned sideways and said to the refugees on the side: "I will tell you a secret, but you must not tell others..."

Second update today, thank you all for your support.