In The Immortal Cultivation World, Hard Work Can Make Up For Your Shortcomings

After meditating for an hour, Mu Jiuxiao stopped. It was not that he was lazy and stopped practicing, but that his current meridians could only withstand meditation for an hour at most. If it lasted longer, it would damage the meridians.

He is still a little short of it, and his earth spirit root attribute can be increased to 20. Immortal cultivators say that the total spiritual root attribute must reach 100, but in fact, as long as the single spiritual root attribute reaches 20, there is a chance to enter the Qi training period and become A qigong practitioner.

Of course, even if he becomes a Qi Refiner, his talent will still be good or bad, but he can make up for his shortcomings with hard work. As long as he lives a long time, his talent will improve sooner or later, until one day, he will be on par with the geniuses, or even surpass them.

Just like his name - Mu Jiuxiao!

He is going to Ninth Layer to see the scenery!

This was the name given to him by his father, but his father did not dare to tell outsiders his name, for fear that some immortal cultivator would hear it one day and find the name unpleasant and kill him.

So to the outside world, we just call him Mu Jiu.

And his mother left Luoxia Mountain not long after his father passed away. She no longer wanted to be a slave to the Immortal Sect. She wanted to go to the mortal world to see the scenery and enjoy it.

As an Innate master, she was able to live her whole life freely and happily in the mortal world. Before leaving, she originally wanted to take Mu Jiuxiao with her, but Mu Jiuxiao was unwilling and stayed.

He could understand that his mother had given up on her path, but he was unwilling to give up. How could he give up after finally getting the chance to become an immortal?

Mu Jiuxiao walked to the stove nearby, carefully scooped out a bowl of spiritual rice from the rice vat next to it, and cooked a bowl of porridge for herself.

Some of the roots of the spiritual field he planted this year were damaged by ground ants, and the yield per mu was only 500 kilograms. Two hundred kilograms were handed over to Luoxiafeng, and two hundred kilograms were bribed to Meng Guanshi, and he still got two hundred and forty kilograms. After removing the shell, there are only two hundred catties left.

However, he can eat all of the two hundred kilograms of spiritual rice this year.

In the past few years, he was reluctant to eat or use it in order to better cultivate the land. Coupled with some savings left by his mother, he finally saved enough spiritual stones to buy a cold iron sickle.

The Cold Iron Scythe he bought was a Yellow Low Grade, the lowest Law Weapon in the Immortal Cultivation World. Those real Qi Refiners would naturally look down upon it, but to mortals like them, it was like a treasure.

Now that Han Tiejian has been obtained, he has finally come to the end of his hardships. This year, he has harvested this acre of spiritual rice by himself, without having to spend extra money to hire those sicklers from outside.

Even in the future, he can earn resources as a sickle user just by relying on this cold iron sickle.

The fragrant spiritual rice porridge is finally ready. The taste is really indescribable. The delicacies in the world are worthless compared with this bowl of spiritual rice porridge.

After eating the spiritual rice porridge, a wave of heat rushed to his limbs and bones. Mu Jiuxiao quickly sat down to digest the heat.

This kind of spiritual rice porridge contains spiritual energy, which can subtly strengthen people's meridians. If mortals eat it for a long time, it can eliminate hidden diseases and increase their life span. It is also a good thing for monks. It can help monks practice without developing drug resistance. .

It's a pity that Mu Jiuxiao is not a Qi practitioner yet. After eating this bowl of spiritual porridge, most of the spiritual energy escaped, and only a small part was intercepted by his body and became his heritage.

Despite this, Mu Jiuxiao is already very satisfied. After drinking this bowl of spiritual porridge, he can practice for one more hour. If he drinks a bowl of spiritual porridge every day, it will only take five days for his earth attribute to officially break through 20. He has a hunch. , by that time, he will definitely be able to step into the first level of Qi training and become a real Qi training practitioner!

However, he is only a mortal with limited digestive capacity, so he can only drink this bowl of spiritual porridge today. Otherwise, he wishes he could drink eight bowls of spiritual porridge at once and become a Qi Refiner immediately.

Haste makes waste, and victory is right in front of him. Mu Jiuxiao calmed down, meditated quietly for an hour, and then called it a day.

He did not waste the next time, but started to draw talismans and seals. He was not a Qi Refiner now, and there was no spiritual energy in his Dantian, so drawing talismans was useless. However, hard work could make up for his weakness. When he became a Qi Refiner, he believed in him. If you follow the way of talisman and seal script, you will definitely gain something.

What he drew was the water and cloud talisman. Its function is to move clouds and spread rain. This is also the lowest level talisman in the Immortal Cultivation World. It is a legacy left to him by his father. After his father became a Qi Refiner, he worked hard to achieve this goal. I got this talisman seal drawing method.

After painting for two hours, Mu Jiuxiao put down his pen and lay down on the bed to sleep.

He is still a mortal now, and he still needs to ensure sleep every day, but the quiet night allows him to practice better and draw talismans, so he usually stays busy until midnight before going to bed, and then gets up at the end of the night.

His kind of work and rest also made some unsuspecting tenants around him think he was lazy. Sometimes they wanted to go out with him to play, but he was usually sleeping. Over time, except for a few neighbors, others even forgot about Luoxia Mountain. Among the tenants, there was still him.

However, Mu Jiuxiao was happy and relaxed. He had the talent of being able to make up for his shortcomings through hard work. Naturally, he wanted to live as long as possible. He did not want to go out with others to see the scenery. If he encountered any monsters or ghosts, his death would be in vain.

He is still farming diligently at home and practicing diligently, hoping to become an immortal cultivator as soon as possible.

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"Knock, knock, knock!"

The next day, Mu Jiuxiao woke up to a knock on the door.

"Brother Ninth, Brother Ninth, are you up?"

Li Xinyue's voice came from outside, and Mu Jiuxiao stood up from the bed like a carp, "Get up."

He filled his face with water and then came to the door, "Sister Xinyue, why are you here so early?"

"I'm not afraid that you will oversleep."

Li Xinyue said something, and Mu Jiuxiao opened the door, "Don't worry, I keep my word. You go back first. I will be there before noon."

"That won't work, I have to guard here. This year, many tenants' spiritual rice has matured intensively, and sickle customers are very popular. I can't let others snatch it away from you again." Li Xinyue said standing at the door.

"Okay, then just wait for me for a while. I'll be back after breakfast."

Mu Jiuxiao said, and went to cook a bowl of spiritual porridge for herself. When she smelled the fragrance coming from the room, Li Xinyue's mouth almost watered. She swallowed it silently and stood by the door.

This is the rule for tenants like them. No one is allowed to enter unless they are not allowed, even if they are very close friends.

After all, the reason why they, the tenant farmers, do not go to the mortal world to enjoy themselves is because of the Immortal Dao. In Luoxia Mountain, the tenant farmers have a low status, and the fields belong to the immortal sect. The only place that truly belongs to them is this small area. Thatched hut.

This is their private land. Even if they can see it at a glance, no tenant farmers will barge in without a look.

Mu Jiuxiao had no intention of inviting Li Xinyue in to drink spiritual porridge. This spiritual porridge was not something to be treated politely. Those ordinary tenant farmers were busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. How many kilograms of spiritual rice could they get after paying the rent? .

"I really envy you, Ninth Brother, for how dare you eat spiritual porridge."

After Mu Jiuxiao finished eating, Li Xinyue said something envious.

"Hey, isn't this the spiritual rice that has just been harvested? If you can't bear to eat it now, then what's the point of working so hard at the end." Mu Jiuxiao replied, picked up the cold iron sickle and went out with her.