Immortal Mortal

Cotton Wo took Mo Wuzhi to a building on the edge of a large field. This is a stone building with six floors, but only a few people inside.

Mo Wuji thought that the lady asked him to bring him to the cotton and he said that he would give him a greeting to take care of him. It is reasonable to say that the lady should also have a certain status. After arriving here, Mo Wuji suspected that he had guessed wrong.

After the people inside saw cotton wool, no one greeted him.

When the cotton Wo took Mo Wu to the top of a large room, and the people in the room did not stand up, he knew that this greeting was somewhat mysterious.

"Light management, my wife asked me to send Mo Wuji to do things here. Give him some good fields and arrange a good place." Cotton Wo is very polite.

Until now, the man sitting in the room looked up and glanced at the cotton and said, "Where is there a place to do things in Xiaoling Village? There is no gods. You go back and tell Qi Qianqian, don't want anyone to send it here."

Mo Wuzhi was sinking in his heart, and he was somewhat suspicious that Mrs. Yu’s position on her place was not clear. Otherwise, how can this happen?

The face of cotton Wo has changed a bit. She said that she took out a token directly. "Guangzhi, I am now in the name of Dianchi Peak to arrange for you to plant green rice here."

The Guangzhi stood up slowly, and the cold eyes swept the cotton Wo, which took out a book from one side. After just flipping a few times, I grabbed a black token from the book and threw it to Mo Wuji. "This is your identity token. Later, you are the planting of Xiaolingyu Village. Your field is A trip, for the T-shaped ninety-seven. Every year, pay 20 pounds of green rice. Look at your new arrival, I will not ask you for the grade."

Mo Wuji does not know the output of Qinglumi, but there is definitely not much in a field. Here, a field is equivalent to about one acre. However, this Guangzhi is definitely not a good bird. It is impossible to prevent the accidental recording of the image of Guangzhi.

"Light management, you are bullying, I have not planted green rice? A rice field can produce 20 pounds of green rice in a year? And I heard that the planting of green rice here is the lowest, and why are you? Just give me a glimpse?" Cotton Wo said with an angry voice.

Guangzhi sneered, "I have given you a trip according to the requirements of your Dianchi Peak. What do you want? I have done it in the Zongmen. If you are not convinced, then you should go to the Zongmen to sue me. Can produce three or fifty pounds of green rice, I let him pay twenty pounds of green rice is also considered?"

Cotton Wo language plug, she does not know that a field of 20 pounds of green rice is not much.

Guangzhi sneered in his heart, and a field of rice produced thirty or fifty pounds of green rice, which is a field. A Dian and other fields, also want to produce 20 pounds of green rice? That green rice is too simple.

Unscrupulously asked, "If I have 20 pounds of green rice, how much more is my own?"

Guangzhi laughed happily. "Of course it is your own. Otherwise, do you think there are people planting green rice here? Even if you have two hundred pounds, you can freely distribute it yourself."

Cotton Wo does not understand, but she knows more about Qingluo than Mo Wuji. When she hears Guangzhi, she quickly said to Mo Wuji, "Mo Wuji, you can never sell more green rice." You must eat it yourself. If you plant green rice, you must eat green rice. Otherwise, it will weaken the vitality and increase the burden of the soul. It not only has an impact on life but also has an impact on cultivation."

Mo Wuji fully understands why the aura here is so abundant, and the people who planted the green rice are also those who do not have many Linggen qualifications and mortals.

Guang Zhi was ridiculed and did not answer. At the same time, I don’t want to pay twenty pounds of green rice. As for staying for yourself, huh, huh, dreaming?

Mo Wuji said that he would close the jade card. "Please also give me the seed rice for the light management."

Guangzhi’s triangle eyes are tilted, and there is a sneer in the tone. “When you come for the first time, I will tell you a rule. Anyone who comes here to ask for rice is to buy it with Shenjing. I can Give you a hundred rice, you need a hundred fine crystals."

"A hundred pieces of rice, it is necessary to have a hundred fine crystals?" Mo Wuji could not help but ask.

Is this too dark? Even if he hasn't seen the seeds of Qinglu Rice, he knows that the rice that Guangzhi gave him can't be of good quality, it is definitely the worst for him, and the price is definitely too expensive. .

"Can the seeds of rice be the same?" Guangzhi said without incident.

Seeing cotton and looking at himself, Mo Wuji only shook his head and said, "I don't have a **** in my body."

He was helpless in his heart, and finally found a place to settle down, but there was no Shenjing to buy seeds.

Cotton Wo took out 60 pieces of top quality Shen Jing and handed it to Mo Wuji. "I still have 60 top grades, I will lend it to you first."

"Thank you Mian Wo's sister." Mo Wuji quickly took over Shenjing, thank you.

"Sixty top grades of Shenjing will give you the seeds of sixty green rice." Guangzhi took out a small cloth bag and threw it on the table.

Mo Wuji did not immediately take the bag, but calmly asked, "Light management, if my seeds come out medium or even the best green rice, do you have to pay twenty pounds?"

Guangzhi disdainfully looked at Mo Wuji and said, "If you plant a medium-sized green rice, you will pay eight pounds. If you wait for the fine, you will pay four pounds. If you have a special amount, you will pay half a catty. If you have the ability to plant it."

Mo Wuji did not care about the sarcasm of Guangzhi, once again asked, "If I plant a high-grade green rice, can I change some low-grade green rice?"

"Haha..." Guangzhi laughed. After he laughed, he looked at Mo Wuji and said, "If you want to pay, you can pay it. But if you can't even pay the most basic, don't blame me." Tell me about it. Please, I have something here."

Cotton Wo iron face and pulled Mo Wuzhi to leave the room of Guangzhi, is out of the room, Mo Wuji can still hear the sneer of Guangzhi.

"I am not arrogant, I will not send you to Tian Hao, I will go back and talk to my wife to see if I can do something for you." Cotton Wo and Mo Wuji have been together for half a day, the senses of Mo Wuji well.

Mo Wuji said quickly, "Mian Wohe, you must not tell the lady about the experience here, and said that I have arranged me."

Cotton Wo was silent. She understood the meaning of Mo Wuji. After a moment, she nodded. "You are very good. The lady did not help you. I am gone. When I have time, I may not be able to." Come see you."

After that, the cotton Wo directly sacrificed the spaceship, and disappeared without a trace.

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After half an hour, Mo Wuji's face was ugly and stood at the foot of a gravel grass. Here is the Thirty-seven.

Don't say that this land is inferior, that is, the place where it is located, and the edge of the entire Shenling Village.

According to the news he inquired, in order to plant good green rice, there must be good spring water. The people who planted the green rice are basically asking some gods to arrange the spirits and then dig a well. These are all to be spent.

Fortunately, Mo Wuji himself is a four-level **** sect. The main purpose of his coming here is not to plant Qinglu rice, but to find out why he can't advance to cultivation. This place has a spiritual pulse and a gathering of spirits. The spirit is lush and very suitable for cultivation.

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji directly sacrificed a Shangpin Dongfang Dongfu, and then called out the wilderness and the shabu-shabu to help him level the field. He himself continued to absorb the spiritual aura in the Dongfu and looked for reasons why he could not advance.

The people who planted the green rice here are very busy. The cultivation of green rice is good. The extra rice can not only be eaten by itself, but also sold out. Mo Wuji is a one-hearted cultivation, looking for reasons why he can't progress.

Half a month passed quickly. When the shabu-shabu and the great wilderness came to ask for the seeds of Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji also took a short time to find the reason why cultivation could not progress.

In this half-month period, Mo Wuji crazy practice, constantly using Kaidaoluo to play his own Sunday operation problem. However, there is no use at all. He absorbs more of the gods and can't make it into the inch.

"Han shabu-shabu, you and the great wilderness go to the Dongfu to practice, this Qinglu rice I have planted." Mo Wuji still decided to plant the green rice.

At the beginning, he swallowed a large number of medicinal herbs when he was dealing with dozens of monks of the Jiu Yan Shenzong and the sacred souls. I don't know if it was erysipelas at that time.

It stands to reason that he has a poisonous network and there is no problem of poisoning. However, erysipelas is different from ordinary poison, and erysipelas does not affect anything else, but only affects cultivation. Qinglu rice can solve erysipelas, and in the future he can also taste the green rice that he planted.

When crossing the sea of ​​silence, the great wilderness and the shabu-shabu know the importance of strength. Now they are not allowed to practice, and the spirits here are sufficient, and the two guys are honestly practicing.

Mo Wuji cleaned up his mood and began to level his own field.

He also planted the field on earth. Whether it is ordinary rice or green rice, it is produced in the field. Plus he is a biologist or a Dandi, he does not believe that he can not grow a better green rice.

A field of land was untied by Mo Wuzhi~www.readwn.com~ Then a simple condensation rain array was arranged. Then plant one seed at a certain distance.

At the beginning, Mo Wuji still wanted to finish early. When he really started planting Qinglu rice, he completely forgot that he was a monk. At this moment, he was a common peasant. One of the most mundane mortals working hard for rations.

When Mo Wuji forgets that he is a monk, when he is no longer practicing, when the one and the other seeds are bent over and seriously implanted into the land, his cultivation is actually torn open at this moment. . In the past few years, he has not rushed into the cultivation and began to soar. In a short time, he broke through the third layer of Yushen and entered the middle of the third layer of Yushen.

"I understand, I am a mortal." Mo Wuji slowly straightened up, he had some surprises in his eyes, but this surprise quickly disappeared, once again turned into an ordinary rice mortal.

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