I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

"Second-grade spiritual plant?"

After hearing what the thin old man said, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sit up straight with a serious expression.

"Yes, the second-grade Qingmiaoling tea seedlings, the tea leaves picked after maturity have the effect of purifying the mind and making sense. It can resist the invasion and pollution of many types of evil spirits to a certain extent. It is very popular among middle-level and high-level monks who practice Qi."

"I have six seedlings in my hand, three of them have to be given to other spiritual plant masters in the hall, and the remaining three can be given to you at a low price if you are willing."

"Of course I do."

Lu Xuan quickly agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. He, for leaving me this opportunity."

He stood up and thanked the thin old man.

"You have earned this all by yourself. If I hadn't seen you able to grow high-quality spiritual plants stably, I wouldn't have given them to you."

Guanshi He looked at Lu Xuan with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Do you have a few questions to confirm before handing it over to you?"

"Can you keep up with the spiritual energy concentration and area of ​​the spiritual field you have? Qingmiao Lingcha is rather overbearing. No other spiritual plants are allowed around it, and the demand for spiritual energy is also relatively large."

"no problem."

Lu Xuan replied decisively.

There is still a small area left in the courtyard of the spiritual field. Planting three second-grade spiritual plants should not be a big problem. The spiritual energy is much richer and purer than the original spiritual field, and there is a spiritual spring for irrigation.

More importantly, he can control the status of the spiritual plant at any time, and can make fine adjustments according to its needs to satisfy it.

With the accumulation of various factors, planting three second-grade spiritual plants is naturally a piece of cake.

"It's okay if you don't. Just wait here and I'll come as soon as I can."

The inner courtyard of Baicaotang.

In a spacious and bright house, three spiritual planters were sitting on wooden chairs, moving around from time to time, which showed that they were not in a peaceful mood.

"Why is He Guanshi so stubborn? He has been holding on to the three Qing Miao Ling tea seedlings and won't let go."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, calm down, there are few in Baicao Hall who are more suitable than us for growing Qingmiaoling tea."

"That's right, we have cooperated with Baicaotang for many years and have rich experience in cultivating spiritual plants. If you don't leave it to us, who else can you leave it to? Then He Guanshi is just selling it at a price, hoping to get some benefits."

The three comforted each other and took a sip of the cooled spiritual tea in the teacup to calm down.

Not long after, Guanshi He entered the house.

"He Lao!"*3

The three of them stood up at the same time and greeted them warmly.

"The three Taoist friends have gone back. I have told you a long time ago that there is already a suitable candidate for Qingmiao Lingcha. Why do you need to embarrass me?"

When the three of them heard this, their expressions froze.

After a long time, a dark-skinned middle-aged monk asked Steward He.

"I wonder which spiritual planter He intends to hand over the Qingmiao Lingcha? Could it be Old Shen from the West District? Although he is experienced and experienced, he is already old and weak. I am afraid it will be difficult to successfully grow the Lingcha."

"No, he is a young man, less than twenty years old, in the prime of life."

"puff!"

A monk next to him could not help but spit out the herbal tea that he had not yet swallowed.

"Mr. He, are you too old and confused to hand over such an important second-grade spiritual plant to a young man who is less than twenty years old?"

"Isn't it true that there is no return and three second-grade spiritual plant seedlings were lost in vain?"

The thin old man heard this and sneered.

"You three have been cooperating with Baicaotang for a long time. Can you tell me how many years you have been cultivating elixirs?"

"Twenty years."

"I want two years less, eighteen years."

"It's just a lack of talent, and it's been twenty-five years."

The last monk said with a smile on his face.

"Then how much high-quality mature fireweed can be obtained when planting the firefly grass that is most in demand in Baicaotang?"

"I have roughly calculated before that about 30% of the cultivated fireflies are of ordinary quality, about 50% of them are of good quality, and the remaining 20% ​​are of excellent quality."

The results given by the other two were completely different from his.

"Where's the perfect quality one?"

Manager He asked leisurely.

"How can it be so simple with perfect quality? The requirements for spiritual planters and spiritual energy are too high. For casual spiritual planters, it is completely unattainable."

"Yeah?"

The thin old man curled his lips.

"But that young man has been involved in planting spiritual plants for less than three years. Among the fireflies he recently brought over, there are less than forty fireflies. The lowest ones are of good quality, and there are even eight of perfect quality."

"How can it be?!"

The swarthy middle-aged monk blurted out with a shocked tone.

"How is it impossible? I personally inspect all the fireflies. Do you mean there is something wrong with my eyesight?"

Manager He frowned slightly and spoke sharply.

The swarthy middle-aged monk licked his lips a few times, but in the end he didn't utter a rebuttal.

What Guanshi He said was too unbelievable to him. He himself has been a spiritual planter for more than 20 years, and he knows how rare it is to plant perfect quality spiritual plants.

And that boy, out of a mere thirty Firefly Grasses, eight were of perfect quality, how could he accept it all at once?

But what Guanshi said so confidently and confidently made him have no choice but to believe it.

The three of them looked at each other, and they could all see the doubts and helplessness between them.

"I wonder if the manager can introduce the young spiritual planter to us."

One of them lowered his head and asked.

"He is in Baicao Hall now. If you have any questions, you can go and see for yourself."

Seeing the attitude of the three, Guanshi He knew that they already believed most of them, so he came up with the idea of ​​introducing Lu Xuan to the three of them, so that he could make more friends with fellow spiritual planters.

When the three of them heard this, they hurriedly came to the hall and immediately noticed the handsome young man sitting at ease on the edge of the wooden cabinet.

"May I ask if you are fellow Taoist Lu Xuan?"

The swarthy middle-aged monk came to the young man's side, bowed and asked.

"Yes, that's right."

Lu Xuan said in return.

"As expected, he is the best among men. It is reasonable to be able to grow the perfect quality Firefly Grass."

The middle-aged monk glanced at the wooden cabinet and saw more than twenty excellent-looking firefly plants at a glance, and the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared.

"It's just a fluke whether I win or not. I have to ask fellow Taoists for advice on how to plant spiritual plants."

Everyone carried the sedan chair, Lu Xuan replied politely.

The three of them looked at each other with a wry smile on their lips.

"Friend Lu Dao, please stop making fun of us. You are a spiritual planter who has grown perfect quality. There is nothing else you need to ask us for advice."

One of them hesitated and asked in a low voice.

"Friend Lu Dao, I would like to ask, how do you grow the perfect quality firefly grass?"

“How to grow perfect quality fireflies?”

Lu Xuan looked troubled, and gently rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand, which finally turned into a sigh.

"This is a secret that is not told. It is really not convenient to tell others."