Spirit Planter

one year later.

Yan Jinzhou used the same method to refine the sixth-level spiritual grass into elixir and sell it. This time, he made 500 million spiritual stones.

In addition to the one who runs the medical hall, Zhong Yanhao who sells formation talismans, and other people who sell spirit beast meat, the two have saved 6000 million spirit stones.

Yan Jinzhou is currently planting a seventh-level spiritual plant in the spiritual field.

Seventh-level spiritual plant seeds are not easy to collect, no matter if it is a vegetable spiritual plant, spiritual grass, or spiritual flower, as long as the seventh-level, he planted it in the spiritual field.

Suddenly, two huge dark "clouds" flew from the sky on the left, they were Xiao Hei and Xiao San.

Standing on Xiao Hei's back was the stern and beautiful Zhong Yanhao. He couldn't help Chong Lingzhi, so he took the two guys to hunt in the mountains and forests, collected nourishment for Lingzhi, and tried his luck to pick some spiritual grass. His luck was not bad. , never come away empty-handed.

Standing on Xiaosan's back was Huo Jun'an. He had nothing to do except practice, so he went hunting with him. He has a high level of cultivation, and he would never return empty-handed.

As for Huo Junfeng, he had a heated relationship with Chu Yihang in the past year, so he went to find Chu Yihang.

Every time he saw Huo Junfeng looking for Chu Yihang, Yan Jinzhou felt that he seemed to have the potential to be a matchmaker. It was just a joke at first, but he didn't expect it to happen.

Zhong Yanhao landed on Yan Jinzhou's spirit sword, "Jinzhou, are you ready?"

"It will be ready soon." Yan Jinzhou spoke while casting a spell, "How is the harvest today?"

Zhong Yanhao looked cheerful, "It's not bad, I'll tell you the details when I get back."

Yan Jinzhou smiled at him, "Okay."

……

While hiding, the little ghost hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop, stop..."

Yan Ningchen really broke the spell, and asked with a hint of arrogance: "How is it, are you convinced?"

He is now at the second level of Dzogchen Qi Condensation, and because of his high talent for practicing Taoism, he has already learned several techniques for suppressing souls and controlling ghosts. After learning one technique, he will use the little ghost to practice his hands. Just hide.

Except for the little ghost, all the ghosts who came to his house to cultivate with the help of the soul-cultivating wood also suffered.

After the little ghost hid, Yan Ningchen could only practice with other ghosts.

But those ghosts are also aware of the current affairs, they have something to ask for, they dare not resist, they can only hide, so in the world of souls, around Yan Jinzhou's house, there is often a lot of chaos.

The little ghost responded in multiple voices: "Sufu, can you stop using ghost suppressing skills on me?"

After being hit by the ghost suppressing technique, he couldn't move his whole body. Now Yan Ningchen's cultivation base is not high, and the power of the technique is not strong, but it is uncomfortable enough.

Yan Ningchen threw the first-level soul medicine to the little ghost, "Okay, I won't beat you anymore."

The soul medicine is a kind of thing that Yan Ningchen uses to refine the unconscious soul with the help of Taoism to assist ghosts in cultivation. It is equivalent to the elixir of a monk, so it is named soul medicine.

The little ghost happily took the soul medicine, and then floated towards Yan Ningchen, "Thank you, Chenchen."

All the ghosts were very envious of the soul medicine, especially some ghosts with low cultivation, the help of the soul medicine was too great.

Yan Ningchen patted the kid on the shoulder, and said like a little adult: "You practice hard, practice hard with me, I won't treat you badly."

The little ghost felt that his back was a little cold, but he was reluctant to part with the soul medicine, "Okay, I promise you."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the direction of the foot of the mountain, "Your father and father are back."

Yan Ningchen had already seen it, and waved happily to several people, "Father, father, great-grandfather, uncle"

Several people flew down in front of Yan Ningchen.

Yan Jinzhou reached out and touched Yan Ningchen's head, "Are you practicing again?"

"Yeah." Yan Ningchen patted his small chest, and said firmly: "Father, Chenchen has to work hard, and he can't slack off even a day."

"Tell Dad what you need, and Dad will help you." Yan Ningchen, who is already six years old, is more sensible, Yan Jinzhou is full of relief, his son seems to be educated well.

Yan Ningchen responded briskly: "Good dad."

"Let's go home." Yan Jinzhou led Yan Ningchen to the gate of the courtyard.

The little ghost chased after him, "Pharmacist, wait."

Yan Jinzhou turned around, "What's the matter with you?"

The little ghost asked eagerly: "Pharmacist, it's been more than a year, when are you going to the Moon Kingdom? If you don't go, maybe the Moon Kingdom will be destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone suddenly saw a tattered little beggar coming from the direction of the village entrance.

The little beggar looked about ten years old, his hair was messier than a chicken coop, he was leaning on a stick in his left hand, and holding a broken bowl in his right hand. He was so dirty that he couldn't get it clean even ten cleaning techniques could be used.

The little beggar didn't stop until he reached the door of Yan Jinzhou. When he saw someone, he didn't speak. Instead, he threw his things away and burst into tears.

Everyone, "..."

Yan Ningchen took Yan Jinzhou's hand and asked strangely, "Father, who is he?"

Yan Jinzhou was also puzzled, "Father doesn't know either."

The little beggar cried for a long time. After crying, he turned his head to look at Yan Jinzhou, and bowed down, "Pharmacist, please save Yueguo!"

Yan Jinzhou, "..."

"You get up first!" Yan Jinzhou helped the little beggar up with spiritual power, and then performed three cleaning techniques on him, and the little beggar looked normal now.

After cleaning it, the little ghost recognized the little beggar at a glance, and he said to Yan Jinzhou: "Chenchen, he is my attendant."

Yan Ningchen frowned strangely, "Your entourage? Why did your entourage come to my house? How did you become so downcast?"

The little ghost looked at the little beggar, and was extremely confused, "I want to know too."

The little beggar wiped away his tears, and said sadly: "Pharmacist, my name is Zong Haijie, and I am the attendant of the Crown Prince of Yue Kingdom. I came to ask for help under the guidance of the fortune teller."

Yan Jinzhou raised his brows lightly, "A fortune teller?"

Zong Haijie sniffed, "Shen Suanzi was the previous national teacher of our Yue Kingdom. He was framed by the new national teacher. He had his tendons and hamstrings cut off, his eyes were stabbed, and he was imprisoned in a dungeon. The prince was sacrificed to heaven." Afterwards, I was arranged by the national teacher to take care of Shen Suanzi. Later, Shen Suanzi asked me if I wanted to save Yueguo. I said yes, and he told me this route, saying that if I want to save Yueguo, the nearest person I can find is you. "

Yan Jinzhou wondered, "How did you know I'm a pharmacist at a glance?"

Zong Haijie said: "The fortune teller showed me your portrait and your house. His calculations are exactly the same as what I saw."

"Since the fortune teller is so good, why didn't he figure out such a big disaster for the Yuehui?" Yan Jinzhou didn't quite believe it. How could someone be so good?

Zong Haijie had the tendency to cry again, "He figured it out, but the king didn't believe him, and listened to the slander, so he locked him up."

Yan Ningchen glanced at Yan Jinzhou, and then asked: "Yue Kingdom is a month away from here, how can you, a mortal, travel so far?"

Zong Haijie said pitifully: "I came here after walking for two years."

Yan Jinzhou pointed to his eyes, "Kid, look at my eyes."

Zong Haijie looked over reflexively.

Yan Jinzhou's eyes flashed, and he performed the soul-hunting technique, obtaining all of Zong Haijie's memories.

Zong Haijie didn't lie, he had indeed been walking for two years, and it was fine at first, but as he walked, he ran out of spirit stones, so he begged all the way.

"Yan Hao, get Zong Haijie something to eat."

"it is good."

……

Seeing the food, Zong Haijie's eyes turned green, and he grabbed it with both hands and hurriedly sent it to his mouth.

God knows: How long has it been since he had a full meal.

Yan Ningchen poured him a bowl of water, "Don't eat so fast, be careful of choking."

Zong Haijie was starved and panicked, he couldn't listen to Yan Ningchen's words at all, his mouth was full, like a starved ghost reincarnated.

The little ghost came to Yan Ningchen's side, "Chenchen, help me ask Haijie how my father and mother are doing?"

The little ghost was allowed to enter the formation half a year ago.

After Zong Haijie had almost finished eating, Yan Ningchen asked, "When you left, were the ruler and empress of Yue Kingdom okay?"

Zong Haijie said sadly: "The lord of the country has been fooled by the national teacher and can't tell the east, west, north, south, and the whole moon is supported by the queen."

The little ghost breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay, there is still hope if he is not dead.

Yan Ningchen couldn't help but said, "That happened two years ago, what's going on now?"

The little ghost thought for a while and said, "Before the national teacher didn't get the tree of immortality, he probably wouldn't attack the emperor."

Yan Ningchen asked curiously: "By the way, where is the Undead God Tree in Yue Kingdom?"

The kid wouldn't say, "You can guess, your father will guess it."

Yan Ningchen's attention immediately shifted to Yan Jinzhou, admiringly said: "My father is smart."

Little ghost, "..."

Yan Jinzhou called everyone to the practice room to discuss the trip to Yueguo.

Huo Junan supported: "Jinzhou, if you want to go, go, we will all go with you."

Yan Jinzhou didn't really want to go, "I see from Zong Haijie's memory that the cultivation base of the national teacher is at least in the Jindan stage,"

Huo Xin said gently: "Grandpa's cultivation is on the fourth floor of Jindan, do you think I can beat him?"

Yan Jinzhou was more sensible, "Grandpa, it's not a question of whether we can beat it now, but I don't think we need to take this risk, and it's not that we have to get the Undead Tree."

Huo Junan echoed, "If we want the Undead Tree, we can wait until our cultivation base is higher."

Yan Jinzhou nodded, "That's what I mean."

Zhong Yanhao asked: "Jinzhou, is there any reason why the national teacher insisted on the tree of immortality in Zong Haijie's memory?"

"No." Yan Jinzhou guessed: "The national teacher is very old. His skin is the same as the bark of a thousand-year-old tree. I guess he is trying to restore his youth."

Everyone couldn't help imagining the appearance of the national teacher, that appearance is to obtain longevity, it seems that it is not very comfortable.

Zhong Yanhao turned his head to look at Yan Jinzhou, and frowned suspiciously, "The national teacher's cultivation base and 800-year lifespan are unlikely to be so old?"

Yan Jinzhou nodded hesitantly, "The national teacher should have some special problems."

Zhong Yanhao cautiously said: "Since this is the case, we should avoid its edge, anyway, the Immortal Tree National Master does not know where it is."

Yan Jinzhou thought for a while and said, "We don't need to go to Yueguo now, we have to wait until our cultivation level is high."

Huo Junan said: "Jinzhou, we all listen to you."

"Ah."

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