Gou became an immortal and became an ancestor in the world of immortality

Chapter 10 Neighborhood Mutual Aid
After making a breakthrough in cultivation, Li Zhengran not only did not slack off, but also carried the iron hoe on his shoulder, tied up the monster bag, and took advantage of the rising sun and fog to once again embark on the road of planting spiritual rice.

Along the way, after saying hello to many spiritual farmers he knew, he walked to his two acres of land.

Next door, old man Xu, dressed in brown linen clothes, was performing the Bee Control Technique, with busyness written all over his face covered with vicissitudes of life.

After being attacked by Jie Xiu, he spent about a month recuperating in the house before recovering.

Since then, the old-hearted old man Xu seemed to have changed. Not only did he never go to Baiyunshanfang City again, he even took the initiative to ask Manager Yang for two more acres of spiritual land.

As a result, the monthly cultivation allowance has increased to eighteen spiritual crystals and sixteen kilograms of spiritual rice. The corresponding price is to leave the house every morning and return in the evening, and almost all the hard work is spent on the seven acres of golden spiritual rice.

As if aware of his arrival, Old Man Xu, who was making the knot, tilted his head slightly and said with a smile as usual: "Hey, Mr. Li."

"Are you willing to come?"

"Haha, if you don't come here, you'll have to eat dirt this month."

Li Zhengran responded with a smile, his expression quite helpless.

In the past two years, because he was busy learning Talismanism, he had been a little slack on planting spiritual rice, and the hours he spent in the spiritual field area every day were much shorter than before.

In this regard, since the harvest of his spiritual rice was still barely up to standard, Manager Yang just turned a blind eye and didn't say much.

"Haha, you just have to know what's going on."

Old man Xu shook his head dryly, then raised his hand and pointed to the sky above Li Zhengran's two acres of spiritual rice that was growing like normal, made a gesture and shouted softly: "Scatter!"

As soon as the words rang out, the small cloud and rain spell in mid-air was lifted, and the dark clouds several feet in size slowly dispersed in a short while.

“Rainwater enters the earth and nourishes all things.”

"Quickly take this opportunity to drive the spiritual bees to apply powder so that your little spiritual rice can grow."

"hurry up!"

Hearing this, Li Zhengran didn't care to reply. He quickly raised his hand and patted the monster bag specially used to store spirit bee insects on his waist. He raised his hand to seal the secret and said: "Control the Bee Secret, go!"

Suddenly, driven by invisible threads, seven or eight spirit bee insects vibrated their cicada wings in mid-air and quickly circled around the two acres of spiritual field.

"Uncle Xu, thank you."

Li Zhengran half made a gesture and half tilted his head, smiling gratefully at Old Man Xu.

He knew very well that in the past two years, the reason why Jinling Rice had barely qualified was partly due to Old Man Xu.

If the other party hadn't helped take care of it from time to time, I'm afraid the growth of these two acres of spiritual rice would have been even worse by one-third, even if most of it was eaten away by some spiritual birds, insects and beasts.

"Don't thank me."

Old man Xu grinned and said with a smile: "I'm not going to learn from you, the old man should do it."

After the words fell, Li Zhengran looked at him and showed a heartfelt smile.

During the time of farming, the two people sitting next to each other in the spiritual field chatted from time to time. Sometimes you help me drive away bees, and sometimes I help you level the soil.

Although it was a bit busy, it felt so relaxing and relaxing.

"Looking at you, your spell-casting aura is much more stable than yesterday. Is it a breakthrough?"

Old Man Xu asked while bending down to level the soil with a hoe and turning his back to the sun.

"Correct."

"When did it happen? This morning?"

Faced with his speculation, Li Zhengran jumped with his fingers and drove the spirit bees to fly further to the spirit field, while smiling and saying:
"Ginger is still hotter than old. Uncle Xu, you guessed it right."

"Haha, nonsense." Old Man Xu turned his back to him and smiled proudly:
"Anyway, my old man has lived more than 40 years longer than you, so he still has some good eyesight." After a pause, he stopped and asked casually: "But I heard that you had another incident a few days ago. Did you ask Wang Daniu to buy talismans for you?"

"correct."

"Oh? I heard it's still a first-level talisman?"

Li Zhengran was stunned for a moment, slowed down his spell casting movements slightly, and asked doubtfully: "How come you even know this?"

"how could I know?"

Old Man Xu held the iron hoe and took a breath. He raised his head and looked around the spiritual field: "Who in the entire Linggu doesn't know that you, Mr. Li, are determined to become a Talisman Master?"

"I have spent more than ten spiritual stones on this before and after, and this time I spent a lot of money to buy first-level talismans."

"There are five of them, five low-grade spiritual stones!"

After smacking his mouth, Old Man Xu said with a bit of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "Rather than wasting so many spiritual stones on them, how about saving them to find a daughter-in-law with spiritual roots in the future and raise a few fat boys?"

Hearing this, Li Zhengran's mouth twitched and he was silent for a while.

Because of his low profile, he has not shown any basic talismans to the outside world.

Therefore, almost no one knows that he has actually entered the Tao of Talisman and is expected to become a first-level Talisman Master.

Privately, many spiritual farmers felt that he was obsessed with it, just like Wang Daniu back then.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the gray-haired old man Xu. When he saw that his face was covered with traces of time, he felt warm in his heart, knowing that the other person was trying to comfort him in a subtle way.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xu."

Li Zhengran smiled and said in a calm and gentle tone: "I know what's going on."

Seeing that he understood what he meant, Old Man Xu smiled happily. He bent down again and waved the hoe harder to smooth the spiritual soil. He smiled and said with his leaky yellow teeth, "Okay!"

"You're a good kid, of course I'm relieved."

The two ended the topic with a tacit understanding, and soon they devoted all their energy to Jin Ling Rice again.

During this period, Li Zhengran took advantage of the opportunity when Old Man Xu walked away, looked around and found no one around, so he pretended to be normal and picked up a hoe, and quietly selected a golden rice plant that was growing well.

Immediately afterwards, he inadvertently raised his hand and placed it on the stem of the spiritual rice. The invisible essence of the vegetation was pulled and turned into cyan energy and poured into his body.

"Oh."

Li Zhengran squinted his eyes in a comfortable manner, and almost couldn't help but make a sound.

It wasn't until after two breaths that he suppressed the throbbing and put down his palm.

Immediately, he was seen turning around and sticking it to other spiritual rice plants in the same pattern.

This was repeated for half an hour, until the surface luster of many spiritual rice plants in the two acres of spiritual fields dimmed slightly. Li Zhengran breathed a sigh of relief and stopped sucking the vegetation once every half a month.

"When will I be able to have a spiritual field of my own?"

Looking up at the patches of spiritual rice around him, Li Zhengran felt a little hopeful, and subconsciously sketched a dreamy scene with countless spiritual grass and rice in his mind.

At this moment, the originally blue sky suddenly darkened slightly.

Looking up, two spirit boats several feet in size were flying from the direction of Baiyun Mountain, each with six or seven Qi-training monks in white robes standing in them.

Even though they are far apart, one can feel a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

(End of this chapter)