Longevity: Start by refreshing your entries through farming

Two days later, in the early morning.

After Qin Ming prepared, he went out of the courtyard.

Outside Qingyang Market.

Qin Ming patted his storage bag, and the top-grade spiritual light shuttle floated in front of him.

He couldn't hide his excitement, raised his foot and stood on it, and then drove the magic power.

Whoosh!

The spiritual light shuttle turned into a stream of green light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

This was not the first time Qin Ming rode a flying magic weapon, but he was still a little nervous.

Qin Ming drove the shuttle, and after flying for a while, he got used to this state and began to get familiar with it.

He looked at the scenery that was quickly retreating backwards under his feet, and suddenly he felt a sense of relaxation and joy.

The Yunze wilderness below, with forests and swamps, mountains and peaks, and lush greenery, some of which were covered by poisonous miasma that covered the sky all year round, like a series of natural barriers, with wild insects and beasts lurking in between.

Half an hour later.

Qin Ming drove the spiritual shuttle and arrived in front of a huge mountain range.

The highest peak was seen piercing the sky, with steep cliffs on both sides, rolling and undulating, with no end in sight.

The green mountains were faintly visible, and the white mist was hazy.

Wisps of green smoke and mist were entwined around the mountainside, swirling and rising continuously. The higher they went, the thicker the clouds and mist became, condensing together.

The main peak of the entire Yunmang Mountain was like a vast and powerful dragon, entrenched on the top of the sea of ​​clouds.

The branch of Lingyu Sect was located on the second-level spiritual vein here.

There were many fairy palaces on the top of the mountain, and the ancient palaces and houses were solemn.

Even if this was just a branch station, it showed an unparalleled style.

As Qin Ming drove the shuttle closer, there were cultivators driving the magic boats passing by him.

There was a protective formation on the main peak, and Qin Ming landed on a huge white jade square in front of the mountain gate.

A large number of cultivators have gathered in the square, and it seems that they are all invited to attend the lecture of Elder Zhuang.

The cultivators lined up in an orderly manner, waiting to check their identities and enter the mountain gate.

It was Qin Ming's turn. He showed the jade talisman, and the guard let him go after checking. However, when he saw that Qin Ming was a spiritual farmer of Lingyu Sect, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Qin Ming took the jade guide given by the guard and followed the winding stone steps of the mountain road to a huge hall.

Wuzhen Hall.

This is the place where the elders of Lingyu Sect usually give lectures.

Qin Ming walked in and found that the space inside was very spacious, with simple decorations and rows of antique tables and chairs neatly arranged.

At this time, more than 300 cultivators had gathered in the hall, mostly cultivators from Lingyu Sect, and there were also casual cultivators like him who rushed over from Qingyang Market.

Many cultivators gathered in groups of three or four to chat before the class started.

Qin Ming casually found a seat in the middle and back and sat down.

There was nothing to do at the moment, so he took out a book on spiritual plants and started reading it.

At this time.

A voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, hello, I see you are a spiritual plant master from Lingyu Sect?"

Qin Ming turned around and looked at the other person, who was a thin middle-aged casual cultivator.

"I am just a spiritual farmer." Qin Ming replied bluntly.

The skinny monk made a surprised expression, and then said: "It seems that you are very lucky to get a jade talisman."

"Alas, I am different. I spent most of my wealth to get such a jade talisman from Mingzhenlou. It's really a rip-off."

The skinny monk made a very painful look, and then lowered his voice and said: "Do you know why Elder Zhuang of Lingyu Sect suddenly gave a public lecture this time?"

Qin Ming looked confused and shook his head: "I don't know."

"Didn't they say that they would select disciples through this public lecture?" A monk at the table next to him came over and interrupted.

The skinny monk looked at the other party with contempt, and then said: "What do you think? These sects will be so kind that they will accept disciples instead of their own disciples, but give them to outsiders?"

"What are you thinking? You are too naive, fellow Taoist!"

Qin Ming frowned when he heard the words, and felt that what the other party said made some sense.

As soon as the thin monk said this, several monks around him came over.

"Fellow Daoist, it seems that you know the inside story. Tell us quickly."

The thin monk cleared his throat, a hint of complacency appeared on his face, and continued to speak in a low voice: "As far as I know, Elder Zhuang Xiran of Lingyu Sect has a very strange temper. He doesn't like to show off his martial arts, but his strength is unfathomable."

"He rarely asks about the affairs of the sect. He has been obsessed with the way of spiritual plants for many years. He has no offspring. There are only three disciples under his sect, two first-level upper-grade spiritual plant masters, and one first-level middle-grade spiritual plant master."

"But it is said that his three disciples are much inferior to the disciples of other elders in spiritual plant attainments."

"This public teaching and examination to accept disciples must have a purpose."

At this point, the thin monk stopped talking and looked around at the monks who were approaching, whetting everyone's appetite.

"Hey, stop playing dumb. Come on, tell me! The class is about to start."

The skinny monk showed an intriguing smile and asked everyone, "Do you know the last test to be promoted to the second-level spiritual plant master?"

"Of course I know, isn't it the trial of the plant illusion?" Everyone said.

The skinny monk shook his head and then mysteriously said a piece of news that surprised everyone present.

"You only know one thing, but you don't know the other. This illusion of vegetation is within Lingyu Sect. Every ten years, several rays of the legendary 'Ten Thousand Trees Mother Qi' will be born."

"This 'Ten Thousand Trees Mother Qi' is of infinite use even for second-level spiritual planters."

"Any spiritual planter who can be among the best in the trial of the plant illusion will have the opportunity to obtain a wisp of the mother energy of ten thousand trees in the illusion."

"I think Elder Zhuang's aggressive attack should be because of this Wanmu mother's anger."

"In a few years, this illusion of vegetation will reach another ten-year cycle. Therefore, this time, monks below the first-level middle-grade spiritual planter will become the disciple of Elder Zhuang. Don't even think about it. At most, it's After listening to the two-day lecture, you can gain some spiritual planting experience.”

The lean monk finished speaking.

"Ah? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I am a low-grade spiritual planter."

"Hey, me too!"

"Forget it, just spend a lot of money to listen to a class from a second-level high-grade spiritual planter. It's worth it to gain more knowledge."

A burst of sighs suddenly broke out among everyone.

Qin Ming immediately fell into deep thought after hearing this. His first goal was to pass the grass and tree illusion assessment and successfully complete the promotion to the second level spiritual planter.

As for this ‘Mother Qi of Ten Thousand Trees’.

‘Hey, let’s talk about it then! ’

It is hard to say whether Elder Zhuang Xiran can think highly of him.

Although he is now a young middle-grade spiritual planter.

But after all, there are many talented disciples in Lingyu Sect.

Everyone was whispering.

The time has come.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bronze bell outside Wu Zhen Hall rang three times.

Under the attention of all the monks.

An old man with white hair and a childish face stepped into the hall with his hands behind his back. In an instant, a terrifying aura of the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly descended.

There was an immediate silence in the hall, and you could hear a needle drop.

Elder Zhuang Xiran was dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, with white beard and hair. He had a rosy complexion and deep eyes, giving him an air of immortality.

It was also the first time for Qin Ming to see a powerful monk in the foundation building stage. His eyes widened and his mind was slightly shocked.

Elder Zhuang Xiran walked to the first seat in the center and sat down, and slowly asked: "I believe that everyone here is a spiritual planter."

"Well, before I start teaching, I would like to ask a question."

"What is a spiritual planter?"

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at the same time.

Ten miles outside the Lingyu Gate, there is a hidden mountain pass.

Five monks wearing masks and shrouded in black robes stood on the edge of the cliff, looking in the direction of Lingyu Gate from a distance.

"Brother, I didn't expect that the old man named Zhuang could attract so many people when he taught a class. There seem to be a lot of fat sheep in there!"

"Should we?"

A tall monk standing among the five people said calmly: "Let's do business first. Didn't you listen to what I said?"

As soon as these words came out, the black-robed monk who had just spoken was startled and kept silent.