Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 47 Farming also requires great knowledge

Each casual cultivator formation has a Qingfengmen deacon and several disciples, who announce the assessment conditions and precautions.

Bai Zichen stayed behind and listened briefly.

 To sum it up, if someone has double intentions and tries to conceal his identity and sneak into the Qingfeng Sect, once he is found out, his soul will be destroyed.

 With the deacon’s order, the assessment officially began.

 The first thing to be assessed is the large number of handyman disciples. As for the outer disciples, many of them have already been decided. There are high-quality immortal seedlings recommended by Qingfeng Sect disciples from various places, or young disciples sent by various immortal cultivating families.

 For these people, the assessment of outer disciples is just a formality.

As for casual cultivators who want to become outer disciples, there was still a chance in previous years. The number of applicants this year has doubled, and the average level of the newly added cultivators is not low. I'm afraid it won't be that easy for Black Mountain casual cultivators to become outer disciples.

The first person in line to go up was a short and fat young man. He walked cautiously to a bronze mirror that tested his cultivation. As he stood there, the deacon of Qingfeng Sect cast a spell, and the bronze mirror quickly displayed this person's information. .

“Age twenty-six, four spiritual roots, third level of Qi refining...Among the hundreds of arts of cultivating immortality, are you good at it?”

This bronze mirror was refined by the elders of the Qingfeng Sect's Weapon Refining Hall. It is a low-grade spiritual weapon, but it has no effect of killing enemies and protecting yourself. Its only function is to quickly identify age, cultivation level, and spiritual roots, but it is only effective for monks in the Qi Refining Stage. .

“Returning to the deacon, I have been practicing martial arts hard and have never practiced any skills...”

The short and fat young man was asked by the deacon of Qingfengmen. He was sweating profusely and stammered.

 “Okay, let’s go down.”

 The middle-aged deacon waved his hand, not intending to talk more, and motioned for the next person to come forward.

Before the gate of the mountain was opened, Elder Ni had told several of their deacons that the standards for recruiting disciples would be greatly improved this year.

Since there are only one hundred and twenty outer disciples, the middle-aged deacon glanced at the dark and crowded phalanx of casual cultivators in the distance, and took a sip of spiritual tea with a relaxed expression.

 A series of casual cultivators were eliminated in the first stage of bronze mirror observation, making Lu Song’s nervous hands entangled together and rubbing back and forth.

“Little friend Lu, there’s no need to be nervous, I’ll go up there and explore the way for you.”

 Old man Tong patted Lu Song on the shoulder and walked out first.

“Age fifty-nine, five spiritual roots, third level of Qi refining…”

 The middle-aged deacon looked at the information revealed on the bronze mirror and the spiritual weapon, raised his forehead and sighed.

"At your age, you still have to take the entrance examination...that's all. Tell me about your other abilities."

"Sir Deacon, this old man has only been farming all his life... When he was young, he planted mortal rice in the countryside. After cultivating as an immortal, he worked as a spiritual farmer. He has planted three kinds of spiritual grass: Yangyan grass, Xuanyin grass and bitter lotus leaf. Blood There are two kinds of rice: ginseng rice and red rice. The harvest of spiritual grass can reach the normal level in the market, and the harvest of spiritual rice can exceed the market price by 20%..."

“I also took care of ten acres of spiritual fields by myself. What to plant and how to arrange the spiritual fields were all left to me... In the past ten years, I have earned hundreds of spiritual stones for my family.”

 The more Mr. Tong talked, the more confident he became. He had spent his whole life farming, and without any inheritance, he just became an official spiritual planter by relying on his own specialization.

The originally flattering and wretched face, now talking eloquently, actually looked a bit virtuous.

“Spiritual planter, he also has experience in planting many kinds of spiritual grass and rice. He can even distinguish spiritual energy and manipulate spiritual fields…”

The middle-aged deacon has become very serious from his helplessness at the beginning. If everything Old Man Tong said is true, this man can already be regarded as a first-level high-grade spiritual planter, and even touches the edge of a second-level spiritual planter.

“You are telling the truth...please tell me your origins and the general trajectory of your life over the years.”

The deacon originally wanted to ask about the authenticity of the spiritual plant, but after thinking about it, since he is a casual cultivator in Heishan County and has many years of experience in taking care of spiritual grounds for others, it will be clear to Qingfengmen once he investigates. There is no way to fake it.

 Old Tong truthfully reported his place of origin and his activities in recent years.

 The middle-aged deacon took the detailed resume of Old Tong copied by the disciples around him, and nodded with satisfaction: "If everything you said is true, you have already entered my monastery and can be regarded as a handyman disciple."

“However, the official handyman disciple identity token and supporting items cannot be issued until the sect has conducted an investigation. The answer will be available within three days at most.”

 The middle-aged deacon’s tone was much gentler. Although he was just a handyman disciple, those who could earn spiritual stones for the sect were much more popular than those who could only show off their ferocity in martial arts and had little cultivation potential.

 Old man Tong can play a greater role when he comes to Qingfengmen like this. It is by no means as simple as taking care of a few acres of spiritual land outside.

Hearing the middle-aged deacon’s affirmation, Old Tong’s face turned red. He asked twice in disbelief, and when he received the confirmation, he cried excitedly.

“It’s done, I’m done...Old man, I have finally become a disciple of the sect. You can’t bully me anymore..."

 Old man Tong wiped his tears, crying and laughing.

No one among the casual cultivators laughed at me. They all felt the same way. Life as a casual cultivator in Montenegro was indeed too difficult!

 Otherwise, it is said that becoming a servant disciple of Qingfengmen is equivalent to jumping over the Dragon Gate.

Seeing that Old Tong successfully passed the exam, Jiang Shu jumped up with joy, and Yanli's face turned red.

“Brother Bai, Brother Lu, Old Man Tong has passed. He has become a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect. This is great... Hey, where is Brother Bai?”

Jiang Shu wanted to celebrate with his two companions, but found that Lu Song was the only one around him, and Brother Bai, whom he had a good impression of, was nowhere to be seen.

“You who were here just now, have you gone to other phalanxes to try to assess the outer disciples...”

Looking left and right, there was no trace of this little brother Bai whom he had known for only a few days. Jiang Shu felt a little sour and his interest dropped.

The passing of the first handyman disciple, an unspectacular old man, aroused the fighting spirit of the casual cultivators in the field, and they all crowded forward to let the bronze mirror and spiritual weapon observe the body.

However, after Tong Laotou, among the dozens of people, only one fourth-level Qi Refining monk who had served as a court servant in a trading firm in Fang City for many years passed the examination and became a handyman disciple.

This middle-aged monk who served in court can roughly determine the efficacy of any magical weapon, talisman, elixir, or herb at a glance, and he is a good expert in appraising and appraising treasures.

 The middle-aged deacon thought about it again and again. This ability was purely based on experience and was not considered treasure appraisal. It was not included in the hundred arts of cultivating immortals.

 But when the time comes for such a talent, the sect will always use it, and with a stroke of a pen, he will be passed over.

When it was Lu Song's turn to play, the thirty-one-year-old, four-spiritual root, and fourth-level Qi refining bronze mirror body observation result came out. The middle-aged deacon thought about it again and again, and finally gave it a to-be-determined result.

At this age and with this level of cultivation, there is no need to think about building a foundation. Even in the later stages of Qi refining, it all depends on luck.

Among the outer disciples of Qingfeng Sect, any one of them is more valuable to cultivate than Lu Song.

 He has no other skills, which is actually contrary to Qingfeng Sect’s current direction of recruiting handyman disciples.

But the middle-aged deacon thought that Lu Song was not too old yet. He had cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining and could run errands for many people. He would see if the quota of handyman disciples was sufficient before making the final decision.

 (End of this chapter)