Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

On the outskirts of Tianyan Immortal Sect, there is a wasteland.

Xia Chen moved the baskets of golden spirit grains to the front of the house and arranged them neatly.

As a spiritual farmer of the Tianyan Sect, he is responsible for reclaiming ten acres of spiritual fields in the wasteland. Today is the day to hand over the spiritual valley to the sect.

At noon, from a distance, a middle-aged monk came leisurely riding a green bull.

The green cow's fur is shiny, like silk and satin, its body is thick, majestic and powerful, its huge head has sharp horns, and there are many brown animal skin bags hanging on its body.

"I've met Senior Brother Yue!"

Xia Chen quickly stepped forward to greet him.

This Yue Qing is a deacon disciple of the Sinong Hall of the Tianyan Immortal Sect, and is specifically responsible for the collection of spiritual valleys in this area.

Yue Qing jumped off Qingniu, then took out a booklet called "Cuiwei Mountain Spiritual Field Book". After reading it, he said:

"Xia Chen, an outer disciple, cultivates ten acres of fields in the wasteland and pays two thousand catties of grain."

After closing the book, Yue Qing randomly grabbed a handful from the basket of spiritual grains, rubbed the chaff away, and said:

"Junior brother Xia, the normal golden pearl rice is as round as a pearl, with a lustrous color and rich spiritual energy. However, the golden pearl rice you grow has a dull color, and many of them are dry and flat. The quality can only be considered inferior. This is not in line with the sect. Request for food collection!”

"The pests are serious this year, and rice bugs and other evil insects are flooding in, resulting in reduced harvests and poor quality of Linggu. I hope you will bear with me, brothers!"

Xia Chen calmly took out a bag of broken spirit stones.

Yue Qing shook the weight, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "I also know how difficult it is for you, but it doesn't matter, the quality of this spiritual grain is considered average for you!"

Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He could barely be called a good product and met the minimum requirements of Sinong Hall for rent collection. He then raised his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior brother, for your tolerance!"

Yue Qing nodded and began to count the pounds.

After confirming that it was correct, he took out an animal skin bag from Qing Niu and recited the mantra. The baskets of spirit grains present were instantly sucked in by a huge suction force.

"Storage bag!"

Xia Chen's breathing was a little rapid.

This is a space magic weapon. It is usually made of monster animal skin as raw material, supplemented by Xumi mustard seed formation. After some refining, it can form an independent space.

Of course, the storage bags used in the Sinong Palace are not of high quality. Although the internal space is large, they are unstable and require frequent maintenance and repairs. They are generally only used to collect spiritual grains.

While he was sighing, Xia Chen suddenly saw a touch of white among the many storage bags hanging on Qing Niu's body.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a semicircular bag, about the size of a palm, all white.

Xia Chen asked curiously: "Senior Brother Yue, is this also a storage bag?"

Yue Qing was collecting the spirit grains. When he heard this, he turned around and looked at it, and said with a smile: "I got this storage bag by chance a few days ago. The space contained in it is only half a square meter, but the material of this storage bag is quite large. Yes, it must be a defective product refined by one of the inner disciples. If you want it, I will sell it to you for fifteen pieces of low-grade spiritual stone!"

"Only half a square?"

Xia Chen was a little surprised. He had never heard of such a small storage bag. No wonder Brother Yue would sell it.

However, he always had a special feeling about this white storage bag. After thinking about it for a while, he took out a talisman and said:

"Senior brother, I am just an outer disciple. This year's spiritual valley has had a bad harvest. How can I get fifteen low-grade spiritual stones? This amulet is my most valuable treasure, worth nine low-grade spiritual stones. If senior brother doesn't mind it, Junior brother is willing to exchange this!"

Yue Qing thought in his mind. Although this white storage bag looks good, the space is so small that it can't even hold a magical sword. It can only hold some scattered spiritual stones and elixirs. It is similar to an ordinary large cloth bag and is useless. .

What's more, he is the deacon of the Sinong Hall, and he only has a lot of storage bags.

He nodded immediately, threw the white storage bag over and said, "Well, it's not easy to see you, so I'll give you an advantage!"

Xia Chen felt happy and quickly handed over the amulet.

After that, Yue Qing rode away on the bull and continued to collect Linggu in other places.

Xia Chen turned around and walked into the bamboo house. He saw that the interior was extremely simple, with only a bamboo bed, a bamboo table and a few bamboo stools. There was also a basket of freshly harvested spiritual grains placed in the innermost part.

Normally, one acre of spiritual land can produce three hundred kilograms of spiritual grain.

The sect requires two hundred kilograms of spiritual grain per mu, which is close to seventy-three kilograms.

If more spiritual fields are planted, spiritual farmers can sell them and still have a lot of surplus.

However, this year due to the infestation of rice bugs and other evil insects, the yield of spiritual rice in the fields was reduced. After turning it over to the sect and sorting out the seeds, only more than 100 kilograms of dry and flat rice of poor quality were left.

The spiritual field planted by Xia Chen is a low-grade spiritual field. The spiritual energy is weak and the soil is average, so it can only bear one crop a year.

What's even worse is that a pound of grain yields eighty-two meters, and these spiritual rice can only last for two months.

“I didn’t expect that when I traveled through time, I wouldn’t even be able to afford food!”

Xia Chen shook his head, feeling helpless.

If you don't starve to death, you can still eat ordinary rice, but without the nourishment of spiritual rice, it is already very good to be able to barely maintain your own cultivation without regression. If you want to go further, it will be even more difficult.

He took out the white storage bag from the previous transaction, touched it gently, and found that it was soft and delicate, like satin.

"Looking at the shape, it looks a bit like Fatty Lan's treasure bag!" Xia Chen muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white bag in his hand instantly turned into a torrent of green numbers and rushed into his body.

"bite!"

A voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Congratulations to the host for opening the treasure bag system!"

Xia Chen was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of surprise.

System!

A must-have for time travelers! Late but finally arrived!

I didn't expect my system to arrive in this way.

And it seems to be related to the blue fat man's treasure bag.

You know, the blue fat man's treasure bag can have many causal props, which can reverse time and space, control laws, and open up the world.

[Excuse me, would you like to extract props?]

The system's voice is childish and cheerful, and it is 90% similar to the blue fat man in my memory.

"Extract!" he said decisively.

[Congratulations on winning the "Shrinking Light (Fragment*1)\