You Practice Immortality, I Farm

Chapter 412 I want to learn farming

While trying to condense the spiritual seeds of the Wind and Thunder Sword Grass, Lu Xuan was also carefully cultivating two types of fourth-grade sword grass.

On Sword Peacock's side, Lu Xuan's spiritual power surged, and a dark black wind and thunder sword energy appeared. Black wind lingered, thunder bursts, and electric arcs jumped.

Under his control, the sword energy divided into dozens of sword rays, forming a faint sword formation, whistling and seeping into the sword peacock.

Nourished by numerous sword rays, with a swipe sound, the sword peacock spread its tail like a peacock, one after another, the sword energy was unbridled and wanton, and the beauty and brilliance contained sharp murderous intent.

After cultivating the sword peacock for such a long time, Lu Xuan has mastered the "Peacock Sword Formation" to a relatively proficient level. It only takes a few moments to divide the sword light and form a sword formation.

Because Jian Qianxiao has been planted and cultivated for a long time, it has entered the mature stage. Dozens of sword energy shadows are flying around the sword grass. Two sword lights are folded up like thin wings. It has awe-inspiring sword intent and is extremely fast at the same time. , leaving afterimages in the sky.

The sword energy shaped like an owl bird fell on the Jian Qian Owl Spirit Plant and merged with the long sword-like branches. The wings were spread out and the wings were like slender swords, with a sharp aura.

“I don’t know what kind of light group rewards the fourth-grade sword grass can produce...”

Lu Xuan looked at Jian Qianxiao beside him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

 For the next period of time, he stayed in the cave, like an old farmer, working hard to take care of the many spiritual plants in the spiritual field.

On this day, an uninvited guest came to the door.

“Baili, I haven’t seen you for a while, why do you have time to come over to my place and have a look?”

Lu Xuanwen said to a handsome young man. The young man squinted his slender eyes. It was Baili Jianqing who joined the sect together.

“Brother Lu? Can your spiritual sense sense me?”

 Baili Jianqing had a proud smile on his face.

 “Have you broken through to the realm of foundation building?”

Lu Xuan asked in surprise as his spiritual consciousness swept over him.

“That’s right, I will also be a disciple of Tianjian Sect from now on!”

 “Hahaha, congratulations!”

Lu Xuan was happy for him and patted his shoulder excitedly.

“Hey, I might come from behind and surpass you in cultivation level, Brother Lu, so you can call me senior brother.”

Baili Jianqing thought.

“Then you have to work hard.” Lu Xuan showed an enigmatic smile.

“Hey, Brother Lu, you are already in the middle stage of foundation building? Aren’t you cultivating spiritual plants every day? How come your cultivation has improved so fast!”

 “Brother Lu, I want to learn farming!”

Baili Jianqing wailed.

He still remembered that when he and Lu Xuan joined the sect, his own cultivation was slightly better than his. Unexpectedly, Lu Xuan, who was known as the spiritual planter, made rapid progress in his cultivation after joining the sect.

At first, he quickly broke through to the foundation-building realm and was promoted to an inner disciple. After he broke through, he thought he could catch up with Lu Xuan a little bit, but he didn't expect that Lu Xuan reached the middle-stage foundation-building realm quietly.

“Fellow Taoist Baili, farming is not something you can just learn if you want to.”

 “This is called talent.”

Lu Xuan teased.

Although the two have not seen each other for a long time, they are still very natural and comfortable when getting along, which does not change due to changes in cultivation and status.

"By the way, Brother Lu, I came here this time to invite you to my celebration banquet in a few days. I want you, a master in the middle stage of foundation building, to come over and support me."

 After chatting for a while, Baili Jianqing handed Lu Xuan an invitation.

 “Okay, I will definitely go to the appointment on time.”

Lu Xuan took the invitation and said affirmatively.

 …

 In a blink of an eye, it’s the day of celebration for Baili Jianqing.

 On a majestic mountain with rugged rocks. Baili Jianqing is greeting seven or eight friends.

This mountain peak was chosen by him after he was promoted to an inner disciple. After some decoration, it has become a good cave in all aspects.

Among the seven or eight fellow disciples, most of them he met from the outer sect, two of them were in the early stage of foundation building, and the others were in the late stage of Qi training or the perfection state.

It seems that there is only a thin line between it and the foundation building, but it is a natural chasm that many monks find difficult to cross.

“Fellow Taoists, please enjoy the Lingguo Lingcha first. I have an elder coming over.”

During the chat, Baili Jianqing's expression suddenly changed slightly, he said something to a few people, and stood outside the cave, waiting quietly with a respectful expression.

Less than half a moment later, a middle-aged monk with a deep aura came to him with sword light.

 “Senior Yu! Welcome!”

Baili Jianqing respectfully greeted the middle-aged monk.

The monk's name is Yu Hong, and he is his grandfather's good friend when he was in the Tianjian Sect. However, their situations are very different.

There is no hope for a person to break through the foundation building. His cultivation has come to an end and he has been living in a remote and cold place. With a short life span of more than a hundred years, he only wants to have outstanding descendants with outstanding talents to fulfill his unfinished wish.

The other person successfully broke through to the foundation-building realm and was promoted to an inner disciple. His life span has reached three to five hundred years, and he has reached the middle stage of foundation-building. There is still a possibility of getting a glimpse of the pill-forming realm.

After Baili Jianqing became a member of the Tianjian Sect, he visited Yu Hong several times, and Yu Hong also took great care of his good friend's descendants.

"Jian Qing, you are already an inner disciple, so there is no need to call me senior. From now on, we will call you senior."

 The middle-aged monk said gently.

"How can that be done? Even if I become an inner disciple, you will still be my elder."

Baili Jianqing looked determined.

Seeing that he kept insisting, the middle-aged monk showed a hint of helplessness.

"This is not in line with the sect's rules. Why don't you call me senior brother in public and senior in private?"

 The two of them entered Baili Jianqing Cave Mansion one after another.

Several friends in the cave came out to greet him one after another. Sensing the fluctuations of spiritual power in Yu Hong's body during the middle stage of foundation building, they all saluted and said hello.

“Senior Brother Yu, this is Shen Chongwen, this is…”

Baili Jianqing introduced Yu Hong to everyone present.

“This is Master Yu Hong. He has advanced cultivation and has been in the middle stage of foundation building for decades. He has extremely terrifying strength in the way of swordsmanship.”

 “Uncle Yu!”

 Hearing Baili Jianqing's words, everyone looked more respectful.

"Um."

Yu Hong glanced at the crowd, nodded slightly, and glanced twice at the two early-stage foundation-building monks with a somewhat conceited expression.

 Baili Jianqing hurriedly served Lingguo Lingcha, and everyone focused on Yu Hong. Every time he said a word, someone would chuckle in agreement, making Yu Hong feel like a spring breeze.

Yu Hong also enjoyed this environment very much. From time to time, he told a few stories about his dangerous encounters when he went on adventures and explored secret places, which aroused everyone's amazement.

“Senior Brother Yu, I will go out for a while, and a good friend is coming over. I will go and greet him.”

Baili Jianqing said softly.

Yu Hong nodded noncommittally, held the spirit tea in his hand, and slowly drank a small sip, leisurely and contentedly.

Soon, Baili Jianqing led a handsome young man to the cave.

Yu Hong glanced at it inadvertently, and the tea cup in his hand shook violently, almost pouring out the nearby spirit tea.

 “Senior Brother Lu!”

 (End of this chapter)