Thinking like this, Han Changlin stood up and headed outside.
Soon, he came back, holding a palm-sized jade bowl in his hand. There was a layer of glimmering light inside, which was clearly the dew of the morning sun.
Because Qingya Mountain is a spiritual mountain, the dew on this mountain contains a weak spiritual power.
As the saying goes, water is the source of all things and can nourish all things.
If the beast spirit pill is dissolved in morning dew, it will be even more powerful.
After using magic power to dissolve the two beast spirit pills in the dew, Han Changlin summoned the golden-backed mantis and gray skylark.
As soon as the two appeared, they took the initiative to land on Han Changlin's shoulders, looked at Han Changlin with attachment, and each made strange sounds, as if they were playfully acting coquettishly towards Han Changlin.
At the same time, the golden-backed mantis and gray skylark discovered the bowl of dew placed on the table.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other eagerly, the scent of the beast spirit pills in the dew had a fatal attraction to them.
"Go, Xiao Jin, Xiao Hui, this was originally prepared for you."
As soon as Han Changlin finished speaking, the two of them appeared in front of the jade bowl and started drinking.
In fact, if monsters want to grow faster, it would be better to eat the flesh and blood of other monsters or simply put them into the fairy palace in the painting. However, Han Changlin is short of money now, so he has to use beast spirit pills instead.
After feeding the golden-backed mantis and gray skylark, Han Changlin tidied up, then shouldered the hoe that had been unused for a long time and pushed the door open.
He has not forgotten that there is still an acre of blue and white rice to take care of. After all, it will mature in more than two months.
If you sell it by then, you can exchange it for dozens of low-grade spiritual stones, which will help you replenish your storage bag. In addition, the rent for this spiritual field and the cave is about to expire.
At this time, the sun was already shining brightly.
In the mountains and forests, there is an occasional breeze blowing, bringing a bit of coolness.
In the field, Han Changlin holds a hoe and is concentrating on weeding.
It has not been taken care of for many days, and a lot of weeds have grown in the fields.
These weeds may look ordinary, but their roots are extremely tough. If the hoe in your hand was not a low-grade magic weapon, it would be impossible to clean them.
Even so, Han Changlin's forehead was covered with hot sweat at this moment.
"This work is really not done by humans."
Straightening his back, Han Changlin wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"rustle..."
However, at this moment, a strange noise came from the field.
Han Changlin frowned slightly and moved his right ear slightly, looking for sound.
Although the Qi Refining Monk's consciousness is only within a ten-foot radius around his body, his five senses are very sensitive. Although the voice was small, it still caught Han Changlin's attention.
"sand..."
At this time, there was another subtle noise, and Han Changlin finally determined that the sound came from an acre of thin field not far away.
In the flowery rice field, a green strange insect as thick as a thumb jumped on a green rice ear and began to eat.
The strange insect looks like some kind of locust, with a green body, sharp claws under its belly, and sharp teeth on its lower jaw.
As if aware of Han Changlin's prying eyes, the green locusts suddenly burst out, rapidly flapping the transparent wings behind them, and attacked Han Changlin's face.
"Die to me."
Han Changlin's expression changed slightly, he took two steps back and reached for the storage bag on his waist.
The next moment, a cold light flashed, and the body of the green locust that pounced on Han Changlin suddenly froze in mid-air, then turned into two halves and fell into the field.
"There shouldn't be any locusts at this time? Is it because I neglected to take care of it?"
Glancing at the green locust that was split into two, Han Changlin frowned and fell into thought.
The dead green locust is a kind of low-level spiritual insect. It feeds on spiritual rice. It has a hard body and extremely fast flying speed. In addition, it is extremely aggressive and cannot be defeated by Qi Refining monks in a large area. .
"Fortunately, the Qingyuan Sword in my hand is a low-grade magical weapon, otherwise I wouldn't be able to kill this green locust like this."
With this in mind, Han Changlin patrolled the fields again.
But the shadow of the green locust was never seen again.
"It seems like I'm overthinking it. It's still more than two months before the blue and white rice matures. How could it attract locusts? I guess they flew here by chance."
At this moment, Han Changlin had carefully put away the remains of the green locust.
Although this cyan locust is a low-end spiritual insect, its flesh and blood is of great benefit to the golden-backed mantis, but it cannot be wasted.
...
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.
On this day, Han Changlin sat cross-legged on the futon as usual, with his eyes closed and his face showing no sadness or joy.
After he completely emptied himself, he opened his eyes, took out a seven-leaf mushroom from his storage bag, and chewed it a few times.
"Gulu" and swallowed.
After entering his abdomen, Han Changlin immediately used the flame-making technique, and the Seven-leaf Zhizhi had turned into a stream of pure spiritual energy, flowing in Han Changlin's meridians.
The medicinal properties of Aesculus aesculata are also relatively mild, and there will be no unexpected problems during refining.
Han Changlin's breathing was long and long. As the techniques in his hands continued to change, the medicinal power of Aesculus aesculata in his body was also rapidly refined by it.
A faint red light gradually appeared on his face, which was a phenomenon caused by the mana approaching perfection.
The red light gradually deepened, until at a certain moment, Han Changlin's body made a muffled sound. It felt like a barrier was broken, and the red light on his face quickly dissipated.
"The fourth level of Qi refining."
Without the slightest surprise, Han Changlin successfully broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refining.
The mana around him and the power of the life-producing elixir that has not yet been completely converted in his body are also rapidly flowing through his body, quickly converted into mana.
The mana in Han Changlin's lower dantian increased rapidly, and only stopped when it reached about one-third more than when he was at the third level of Qi Refining.
However, Han Changlin did not stop practicing. After all, he had just broken through at this moment and his realm was not yet completely stable.
But when the sun rose on the second day, he stopped, and his state was considered stable.
A few days later, the blue and white rice in the field has been dyed golden color, swaying left and right in the wind, like the golden waves, making a "rustling..." sound.
At this time, the golden-backed mantis was already more than a foot tall, and it was running up and down the field.
The pair of sickle legs on the front feet shone with cold light, and wherever it passed, a blue locust half the size of a fist broke into two halves and fell to the ground.
As for Han Changlin, he was collecting the remains of these green locusts in cloth bags and leaving them for Xiao Jin to use as food.
However, at this moment, Han Changlin's face changed slightly, and then he reached out and called back the golden-backed mantis. With a thought, he returned to the fairy mansion in the painting.
At the same time, a hearty voice came.
"Fellow Daoist Han, you are still here."
But he saw an energetic gray-haired old man wearing a gray cloth robe walking slowly, with three people following closely behind him.
"What is this, Fellow Daoist Lan?"
After Han Changlin glanced at the gray-haired old man, he glanced at the three people beside him.
"These guys are sent by Immortal City to collect grain."
Hearing this, the gray-haired old man spoke slowly.