All the monks had selected the medicinal materials. The referee ordered people to remove the medicine cabinets in the square and said to everyone, "It takes three sticks of incense to make elixirs. In this interval, let us take a look at the situation in the plantation. They should The seeds and land have been selected and farming has begun.”
Several large water mirrors appeared in mid-air. Before everyone could see clearly what was happening inside, they heard some "deafening" insights, "Who came up with this stupid martial arts project."
"What on earth are we competing for? What does it mean if it grows and what does it mean if it doesn't grow? Just to show off your superb planting skills? You can use this reason to support it in other competitions, but it would be too petty to do it in a Taoist competition."
"The reason why the Tao Platform Society has been spread in Xuantian for tens of thousands of years is because its purpose is to let Taoists show their Tao on this square platform and realize the exchange and collision of Tao. How to show Tao is nothing more than To oneself and to outsiders.”
"For me, at least I have to show a certain state of Tao and prove that I have reached the perfect level of mastery of this Tao. But look at these seeds and these planting techniques. Although they are not common, they are not rare either. They are half the best but not the worst. A masterful person can pick it up at his fingertips, and a mediocre person can take care of it well even if he works hard. What does this mean? It's just that practice makes perfect."
"Externally, even if you don't make a living for the people, there should still be some value in carrying forward the past and opening up the future. The practice of old farmers makes perfect, and they can even feed millions of people. What can these seeds be used for? Apart from looking good, what practical use does it have when they grow out?"
There was an uproar on the field, "Who is this, who dares to criticize the fighting sport like that?"
"It actually makes some sense. I just think it's a bit nondescript to include one type of cultivation among so many types of competitions."
"This is sophistry. Planting is a competition of skills."
"Planting is listed as one of the original projects of the Taotai Society. It still has its significance. The planting competitions long ago were all about allowing participants to bring rare spiritual plants or new crops that they raised themselves. Later, spiritual plant crops were There is no new idea, and some people use things bought or grown by others to participate in the competition, which destroys the fairness of the competition and gradually turns into the current rules of fighting."
The onlookers were talking to each other in a lively manner, but Lianwei could not help but hold her forehead while maintaining her aloofness. Why was she saying this at this time? It couldn't be that she didn't know how to do anything.
Sure enough, the handsome and righteous monk in the water mirror evoked a cold and charming smile, "We will plant spiritual rice today. At least we can eat it when it matures."
The day tribe monks surrounding her were persuaded every second and went to plow the land with great enthusiasm.
In fact, Wu Feiyu asked them to choose seeds, and they managed to come back with a pile of spiritual rice seeds and a few packets of spiritual flower and spiritual grass seeds.
After checking the book, I figured out that the Lingmi seeds were the worst among the seeds provided by the party today, and the planting techniques were also the simplest. On the other hand, getting it was tantamount to saying goodbye to the ranking.
Xu Yang, An Zaichang and others did not choose it intentionally. They could only say that the party did not indicate the name, and there were too many people grabbing it, so they just grabbed some.
Wu Feiyu is also unreliable. He originally wanted to keep those few packets of seeds of spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses to feed him, but when he flipped through the book, he saw that they were all densely packed with troublesome planting matters. He suddenly felt that he could feed the spiritual rice. That's good. He comforted himself and the Day Clan monks with some impassioned speeches.
Realizing that he had a way out with spiritual rice, Wu Feiyu had time to work on spiritual flowers and spiritual grass. What kind of soil to use? How deep is the pit? What is the humidity? What is the temperature? What kind of base fertilizer should be filled? How many drops of water should be sprinkled? .Sunny or shady, just follow the book.
It's much easier for An Zaichang and the others to plant spiritual rice. They just need to plow the ground and spread the seeds evenly.
"Senior, senior, let's do the Rain Transformation Technique." An Zaichang and the others were all martial arts cultivators, and there was no water here. Seeing that the other cultivators had already condensed a small rain cloud and started to water the ground, they also became anxious.
"I don't know how to transform rain. Is there no water source here?" Wu Feiyu's consciousness wandered through the entire plantation and found that all the water sources were sealed. It seems that using the rain transforming technique to irrigate the ground is also a test for them. school.
"The water source can't be used. I'm going to discuss it with other people to see if they can help us." An Zaichang felt that he had encountered a fake practitioner who didn't know the most basic rain-making technique.
"Wait a minute, what are you saying to others?" Wu Feiyu glanced into the void. The monks in the stands seemed to have seen a ghost. This glance seemed to be looking at them through a water mirror.
Guangping Zhenjun said, "They can actually detect that we are checking their movements with a water mirror. This is the strength of the fourth rookie."
The fourth rookie has such strength, what about the top three?
Everyone had different thoughts, but the next moment they opened their eyes wide again.
Wu Feiyu was chased out of the shadows by the Wu Qu Dynasty a few years ago. Moreover, she herself had a vague feeling that she would be trapped in the wilderness for many years. This was related to the fact that she was the inheritor of witchcraft and Gu, so she would not use witchcraft and Gu in ordinary times. Those who came to pay attention and saw her using witchcraft and Gu were basically dead.
This is the reason why she has always refused the position of high priest. She didn't know if the Wu Qu Dynasty was still looking for her as the successor, in order to truly surrender the Gaotian clan who inherited the Witch Gu Bible. She also didn't know if the forces above would regard her as a continuation of the war criminals or a new individual monk. .
What she didn't want to admit was that Zhan Changfeng never said anything clearly, but seemed to comfort her that she didn't have to hide her abilities. This made her feel a little relieved and made her start to truly accept the Sun Clan.
Zhan Changfeng asked her to come to the Taoist meeting. Didn't he think that her witchcraft might not be hidden by coming here? Didn't he know that it might cause some risks?
She must have thought of it, and she must be sure that everything can be solved, so should she also believe in her?
At worst, she ran away. When did she become so cautious? Wu Feiyu stuck the small shovel on the ground, stood up slowly, and straightened his skirt, "Young people are just too impatient. I don't know how to transform rain, but I didn't say I don't know how to summon rain."
"Ah?" Rain summoning technique?
Wu Feiyu's temperament began to change, like a sage who came out of the ancient times, like a totem pole worshiped by all people, simple, majestic, and mysterious. The mantra that no one could understand sounded out of thin air, and the sky above the land of the Day tribe gradually It was dark, and it started to rain.
This is not about using the water power in the vitality of heaven and earth, but directly controlling the celestial phenomena of the four seasons!
An Zaichang only felt that this senior was really powerful, but without thinking too much, Guangcheng Zhenjun, Donglin King and others changed their expressions. It was witchcraft!
No wonder Marquis Linyao was able to discover the divine path leading to the temple. It turned out that there were witch spirits around him. Lord Guangcheng became more confident about opening the temple and couldn't help but smile.
King Donglin's heart tightened. Fu Wenbo showed Marquis Linyao the documents he obtained from the temple. Among them was an invocation that could open the temple. He thought she wouldn't be able to understand it, but now that he thought about it, maybe They have all forgotten it.
This person knows witchcraft, so he naturally knows how to chant to invite gods. Donglin Wang Yuyu, the key to opening the divine path and the temple has actually fallen into their hands!
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