You Practice Immortality, I Farm

  Chapter 21 Nothing to do today, spiritual field planting

  Lu Xuan watched Qin Ming's body separate from a distance, and his body was full of fragments of the split silver blade.

  Several gray straw ropes extended from the wooden bed, binding Qin Ming's body.

  Lu Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, lifted the quilt, and saw the grass puppet with a big hole in its chest, trying hard to trap the enemies who invaded the yard.

   "Fortunately, this grass puppet has a certain recovery ability. As long as there are enough spirit stones, it can recover as usual. For the sake of you blocking a blow for me, it will definitely recover completely."

  Looking at the grass puppet who was a few beats behind but still doing his best, Lu Xuan comforted him.

  The spiritual power in his body was circulating, and a fist-sized fireball landed on Qin Ming's corpse.

  The flame quickly spread to the entire corpse, and it didn't take long before it turned into a pile of black ash.

   Immediately afterwards, he took out a piece of talisman with weird runes on the edge and suppressed evil spirits in the middle.

  The talisman was thrown out, and a white light swept across the room.

   This is the exorcism talisman he obtained before, which can discover and purify low-level evil spirits.

  Lu Xuan was worried that Qin Ming would die at the hands of a mere spirit planter on the second floor of Qi training, and he would have too much resentment, which might cause evil spirits.

  After using fireball to destroy corpses and traces, I was still not at ease, so I spent a lot of money to use another evil spirit talisman to avoid evil spirits.

  Anyway, so many Sword Qi Talismans have been used, and this one is not bad.

  The white light disappeared, and the house returned to darkness. Only a little silvery white moonlight shone through the hole pierced by the ice spear.

   Lu Xuan was completely relieved, lit a candle on the wooden table, and swept the black ash together.

  Under the control and traction of spiritual power, dozens of fragments of the split silver blade refused together and turned into a silver-white sword.

  With a sharp weapon in hand, Lu Xuan became more courageous, took the black ash to the spiritual field, and sprinkled it on the spiritual soil.

   "This is the fertilizer formed by the middle-level Qi training monks. You must work hard to grow, and don't let him nourish you."

  Looking at the many spiritual plants in the spiritual field, he sighed softly.

  In the yard, the moon is as cool as water, and there is silence.

  The fierce struggle that just happened didn't seem to attract any attention from the surrounding monks.

  The casual cultivators who live here have already developed good habits.

   "Little brother Lu, little brother Lu..."

   Outside the courtyard wall, a slightly nervous female voice came from far away, calling for Lu Xuan.

  Lu Xuan could tell that this was Zhang Xiuyuan's mother, Xu Wan, who lived nearby.

   "I'm fine, thank you sister-in-law for your concern."

  Hearing this familiar voice, a trace of warmth surged in Lu Xuan's heart.

  Xu Wan is just a female student of the second level of Qi training. It is commendable to be able to take risks, even if it is just to inquire about her own situation from a distance.

   "That's good, I'm afraid you might get hurt, and because I'm not strong enough, I can only ask from a distance."

  Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Xu Wan's voice moved closer.

   "There was a short-sighted thief who wanted to come in and steal my spiritual plant, but I found out and killed him."

   Lu Xuan casually made up a reason to deal with Xu Wan.

   "Sister-in-law, let's go back to rest early, Xiaoyuan doesn't feel at ease at home alone."

   "Someone Lu will keep my concerns in mind."

   "Okay, then you should be more careful."

   Seeing that Lu Xuan was fine, Xu Wan returned to her home.

   "It's a pity that this protective formation has not been used for a long time, but it was broken by Qin Ming's brute force."

   Lu Xuan returned to the house with regret.

   He waited until everything had been dealt with before he completely relaxed and slumped on the wooden chair weakly.

  Although Qin Ming was dealt with unscathed this time, the reality was far from being as easy as it appeared on the surface.

And Qin Ming is also worthy of his status as a mid-level Qi-training monk, with full background, whether it is the jade tablet that blocked his fatal blow, or the magic weapon of the flying sword, the proficient ice-type spells, it all shows that it is difficult. Tangled place.

   Fortunately, I have accumulated enough during this period of time.

The cultivation base is also the fourth level of Qi training, not weaker than Qin Ming, plus the Gengjin Sword Art of Xiaocheng Realm, many first-grade talismans do not need to be used like spirit stones, and the complete first-grade magic weapon Cracking Silver Blade has played a key role .

  Combined with sufficient preparation and surprise, it was possible to kill him without any risk.

  Whether it is a magic weapon, a spell, or a talisman, it is better than Qin Ming. What does he use to fight against himself.

   "I don't know, how much loss can this storage bag make up for me?"

  Looking at the gray storage bag taken from Qin Ming's waist, Lu Xuan sighed.

  Having used up most of the talismans, he is still heartbroken even now, and only hopes that the storage bag left by Qin Ming can make up for it.

   "Thank you for the storage bag, old iron."

  He wanted to buy a storage bag for a long time, but Qin Ming was so considerate that he brought him a ready-made one.

  The grade of the gray storage bag is low, and there are no restrictions drawn. Lu Xuan tested his spiritual power and easily penetrated into it.

  The space inside is not small, with a length, width and height of more than half a foot. Qin Ming left some things piled up in a corner.

  Lu Xuan happily used his spiritual power to control the things in the storage bag to fly out.

   After a rough scan of the spirit stones, there are about two hundred pieces.

   There are seven or eight bottles and jars, including jade and stone bottles. Lu Xuan was afraid that there might be some poison in them, so he didn't open them directly, so he put them aside first.

   In addition to this, there is also a classic book, which records the cultivation methods of several low-grade ice-type spells, which are of little use to Lu Xuan.

  Three talismans, two evil talismans, and one swiftness talisman.

  Finally, there was a flying sword magic weapon left outside, which was off-white and exuded a chill. Lu Xuan briefly compared it, and it was much worse than his own split silver blade.

   "What a kind person, I don't have a storage bag, so I sent a storage bag to me."

   "Lack of spirit stones rented a big yard, and sent me more than two hundred spirit stones."

   "Even after death, I still have to use my remaining energy to support the spiritual plants in the spiritual field."

   "He really..."

  Thinking of Qin Ming's great contribution, Lu Xuan was deeply saddened and bowed his head in mourning for a moment.

   "It really is a gold belt for murder and arson."

  Looking at the pile of things on the wooden table, Lu Xuan couldn't help sighing.

  I have worked so hard to plant for such a long time, it is better to kill the harvest brought by Qin Ming.

  However, this thought disappeared instantly.

  He knows in his heart that such huge gains are often accompanied by greater risks, and it is impossible to get benefits every time without taking risks.

  Qin Ming seemed to have an extremely low risk this time, and the loss was not in his own hands.

  So, it is better to farm in a safe and stable manner, with a lot of profits and close to zero risk.

   After counting, it was dawn.

  Lu Xuan walked out of the house and came to the Lingtian.

  Spiritual rain penetrated into the remaining dozen or so plants of the firefly grass. The green hairy firefly grass lazily stretched its leaves. Lu Xuan vaguely felt that the leaves were fatter than yesterday.

   Then, a fireball flew out, and before falling on the thin red needles of the red cloud pine, it turned into wisps of flames and melted into the pine leaves, causing the red cloud pine to explode instantly.

  The golden sword energy fell on the straight sword grass, leaving a few golden fine lines.

  Under the dark marrow lucidum, the breath from the rotten spirit wood became more intense, causing the ganoderma in the shadows to grow more dark red hyphae.

  Nothing happened today, Ling Tian planted.

  (end of this chapter)