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

"What a good boy. It's a pity that he is so stubborn."

Li Shuo said, turning around and patting Li Xinyue on the shoulder, "Don't look any further, his path is different from yours."

"What's different?" Li Xinyue asked.

"He is a single-minded person. In this life, he will either never make any progress, or he will soar into the sky and become a true immortal cultivator."

Li Shuo sighed, with a lonely look on his face, "But we who enter the Tao through martial arts have low talents. No matter how hard we try, we can't reach the true path to immortality."

"Brother, why are you belittling yourself so much? You are already at the second level of qi training. Among the tenants in Luoxia Mountain, there are very few who can compare with you!"

"Who are the tenants of Luoxia Mountain? To those Qi refiners on the mountain, they are just ants. If they don't go up the mountain for a day, they will be ants for life!"

Li Shuo spoke louder and seemed a little excited. Li Xinyue was immediately frightened by him and became speechless.

"Alas~"

Li Shuo sighed again when he saw this, and reached out to caress his sister's hair, "Xinyue, my brother was considered a genius in the Wu Dynasty back then. He joined Innate at the age of twenty-five, and he brought you here with him at the age of thirty. Ten years have passed since I arrived at Luoxia Mountain. I still remember how overjoyed the cultivator was when he discovered Luoxia Mountain!

However, in the past ten years, too many things have happened, and Brother Wei has seen too many things, and he has to accept his own mediocrity. Sometimes Brother Wei even thinks that he should not have brought you to Luoxia Mountain in the first place.

If you were still in the Wu Dynasty, you would be the most distinguished eldest lady in the Wu Dynasty and the sister of the Innate master. Who would dare to bully you? But in Luoxia Mountain, you and I are just ants, and those cultivators can be wiped out with a snap of their fingers. "

"Brother, don't say that. Xinyue doesn't regret coming to Luoxia Mountain at all. If brother hadn't brought me here, Xinyue wouldn't know how big the sky is and how vast the land is. In the Wu Dynasty, even if one person If you are above ten thousand people, you are just a frog in the well!"

"That's good if you think so." Li Shuo murmured, stroking the ends of her hair.

Mu Jiuxiao was unaware of the conversation between the brother and sister. He took his reward, returned to his small hut, and began to meditate.

Unexpectedly, he went to help harvest rice today and had an unexpected surprise. Today he was able to digest one more bowl of spiritual porridge. In other words, he could meditate for three hours today.

In this way, counting the two hours yesterday, there are only five hours left before his earth spirit root attribute can reach twenty!

Thinking of this, Mu Jiuxiao felt eager, and instead of delaying any further, he started practicing the Changchun Gong seriously.

Although every time he worked hard to draw the spiritual energy to flow in the meridians, every time the spiritual energy escaped before it could gather in the Dantian, he still pulled the spiritual energy again and again, and practiced it again and again according to the meridian operation method of Changchun Gong. .

Changchun Kung is a popular technique. After the spiritual energy enters the body, it only needs to circulate along the three meridians in the body to be drawn to the Dantian. But even so, Mu Jiuxiao has been practicing for ten years, but every time he fails.

This is due to the lack of talent in his spiritual roots. Even though he can sense and transport spiritual energy, he cannot even complete the operation of the Great Zhou Divine Sovereign!

However, every time he transferred spiritual energy, he was one step closer to his Dantian and one step closer to success.

Mu Jiuxiao believes that diligence can make up for weakness, so she can only believe in it!

After practicing, Mu Jiuxiao started to draw talismans again. So what if it was useless. Now that the Golden Spirit Rice has been harvested and it is not yet time to cultivate again, he has nothing else to do except practice and draw talismans.

The day passed quickly, and the next day, Mu Jiuxiao took the cold iron sickle to help Nie Tan's family harvest spiritual rice.

Nie Tan is also married and has a son. He is a first-level Qi practitioner, and his wife is an Innate master and has a son. According to the rules of Luoxia Mountain, their family can farm six acres of land.

However, it is said that his son has good talent and has reached the Qi training threshold, so he is very cherished by them. His son has never been able to do such farming work.

So today, Nie Tan and his wife led a group of Innate experts to work.

By coincidence, among the Innate experts who came to help Nie Tan's family today, they were the same people who helped Li's family yesterday.

"What kind of medicine did this boy take? He worked so hard yesterday, and he's so active again today."

Knowing that if you consume more, your body will be able to digest an extra bowl of spiritual rice porridge. Today, when he was helping Nie Tan's family, Mu Jiuxiao didn't have any secrets. He still danced the sickle very fast and led the way, which made those Innate masters yesterday talk about it. got up.

"Young people are full of energy."

"You and I are both in our prime, and our energy and blood have not yet declined. In my opinion, he is just relying on the power of the Cold Iron Scythe in his hand!"

Jin Ling Rice belongs to fire, and Cold Iron Scythe can just restrain it, making it the perfect weapon for harvesting Jin Ling Rice.

"I heard that this cold iron sickle requires ten spiritual stones."

"Ten spiritual stones? Is this guy so rich?"

Innate masters like them all use spirit stone fragments. Some of them are so bad that they have never even touched a complete spirit stone. But this guy is so rich that he even bought a Cold Iron Scythe worth ten spirit stones. Can you afford it?

"What is this kid's background?"

Some people stared at the cold iron sickle in Mu Jiuxiao's hand, their eyes red.

"I heard that his parents are both tenants of Luoxia Mountain."

As soon as these words came out, some people immediately gave up the dark thoughts in their hearts.

"But it's all gone!"

With this news, some people's thoughts became hot again.

Both parents are dead, but with money and food, isn’t this just a proper fat sheep?

Mu Jiuxiao had no idea that she was being targeted, and continued to work hard to harvest the rice until the bell rang, signaling the end of today's harvest period.

"My nephew, thank you very much for today. I didn't expect that my nephew would be so good at harvesting Jinling rice. His speed is even faster than me."

After the harvest, Nie Tan came over with a smile on his face, but his eyes fell imperceptibly on the cold iron sickle in Mu Jiuxiao's hand.

Obviously, he also believed that Han Tiejian was the reason why Mu Jiuxiao was so fast today.

"Uncle Nie is so complimentary. Uncle Nie, I have something else to do, so please give me today's reward first."

Mu Jiuxiao didn't have time to make excuses with Nie Tan. He paid, he contributed, it was that simple.

"well."

Nie Tan said and handed over a bag of golden rice. Mu Jiuxiao weighed it briefly and realized that there was only one liter of golden rice in it, so he smiled and said, "I went to harvest the rice for Li Shuo's family yesterday. He saw that I was working very hard and gave it to Li Shuo. Got two liters of spiritual rice.”

Hearing this, Nie Tan twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a dry smile: "My nephew deserves two liters of spiritual rice for his hard work today, but my nephew also knows that Uncle Nie's family is poor, and your brother Nie Feng still wants to practice, so... ....”

Nie Tan scooped up half a liter of spiritual rice, held his nose and poured it into the bag for him, "I can only give you another half a liter, so please don't blame me, my dear nephew."

"No wonder."

Mu Jiuxiao left carrying one and a half liters of spiritual rice.

Nie Feng, who had just finished practicing, happened to see a scene when he went out. He walked over, looked at Mu Jiuxiao's back and snorted: "This kid is too greedy!"

They invited these worldly masters over today, and each of them was only given two liters of spiritual rice. But this Mu Jiuxiao was not satisfied even after being given one liter, and opened his mouth to take half a liter. It was really too much!

You know, it only takes ten liters to get one liter, which is equivalent to him having to go to 15 liters of spiritual rice!

"He has the cold iron sickle in hand, and he worked hard today. It's not too much to give him these." Nie Tan said in relief.

"Isn't that too much? He is neither an immortal cultivator nor an Innate master. He is just a loser. He has to walk so much golden rice, and he is not afraid of holding on!"

Nie Feng was obviously very dissatisfied with Mu Jiuxiao. If he wanted to leave Jin Lingdao more, it would mean that his resources would be reduced.

"Forget it, why do I have to argue with him? This year's harvest is good. My son can eat spiritual rice porridge all year round."

Nie Tan looked at his son with a smile and a loving look on his face. Ever since he gave up his path, all his efforts had been put on this son.

But Nie Feng was not so happy about eating spiritual rice porridge. Instead, he said with some dissatisfaction, "I'm tired of eating spiritual rice porridge. If I can eat the monster meat of Zhenweixuan for once, that would be called a life of gods."

"Zhenweixuan, it costs at least two spiritual stones to go there. We tenant farmers can't afford it." Nie Tan advised in a low voice.

"Dad, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, do we who have been tenant farmers remain tenant farmers for the rest of our lives?!"

Nie Feng turned to look at Nie Tan, feeling a little dissatisfied with him. How great would it be if his father were not a tenant farmer, but one of those high-ranking immortal cultivators on the mountain? Then he would definitely not live in such a miserable life and not even have a taste of it. Xuandu is not enough!

After listening to his son's words, Nie Tan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Yes, he was once a high-spirited Innate master in the Wu Dynasty, but now, he is a tenant farmer who has been stepped on.

However, before he could express any more emotions, he heard his son say again, "Dad, my child has a premonition that he will successfully enter the first level of Qi training in a few days. By then, my father will fulfill my child's wish, right?"

"Feng'er, are you going to step into the first level of Qi training?" Nie Tan looked at his son with joy.

"Um."

Nie Feng nodded lightly. His father was so short-sighted. He had just stepped into the first level of Qi training. What was there to be happy about? His world would still be vast in the future.

"Okay! Okay! As long as my son becomes an immortal cultivator, dad is willing to do anything."

Nie Tan rubbed his hands, with an excited expression on his face and a constant smile.