Shan Heyuan was praised highly by a second-grade planter, and he wanted to learn from Shen Duheng after returning home.
He stood in front of the dining table, facing the spiritual lamp, and showed Shen Duheng vividly.
Shen Duheng sat steadily. After reading it, he said, "It seems that the second-grade planter really has a good impression of you."
Shan Heyuan pulled out the chair and sat down: "Of course, can I still tell lies?"
Shen Duheng: "What are your plans next?"
Shan Heyuan: "Since several seniors have said that I have talent, I want to take the plantation master qualification test first. Taoist fellow Taoist Daoist Zhu said that if I want to take the test, I can take the test as an employee of Taihe Sect."
Shen Duheng's lips curled up slightly: "The examination institution is the Taihe Sect, why do you still need them to prove it?"
Shan Heyuan laughed: "My Taoist friends also have good intentions."
The vocational skill level examination is relatively systematic and not simple.
In order to get over it once and for all, Shan Heyuan deliberately read the classics for half a month and fully strengthened his knowledge network about planters.
There are actually relatively few candidates like him.
The aborigines of this world go to school from an early age, and will not be further divided until they are fifteen or sixteen years old, taking exams for sects, colleges, and becoming free practitioners.
Most people have attended school for at least ten years and have a comprehensive understanding of the corresponding subjects.
Shan Heyuan has a weak foundation, but fortunately he is quite talented in planting and has strong hands-on ability. There are many questions in the written examination and he can solve them based on logic.
In the qualifying examination in October, he was successfully admitted as a fifth-grade planter with a score of three points higher than the passing mark.
After the results came out, Shan Heyuan specially celebrated with Shen Duheng.
After getting the certificate, the Taihe Sect signed a new contract with him, hiring him as Qianming Peak's planting consultant. He would go there once every five days and receive 30,000 spiritual beads a month.
The spiritual plant garden at Qianming Peak is usually taken care of by Qi Yuanbai.
Qi Yuanbai is not a planter, he is a swordsman, a swordsman of Mu Linggen.
Shan Heyuan was surprised when he heard the news.
Qi Yuanbai's eyes widened and he was unconvinced: "What's wrong with sword cultivators? There are many types of sword cultivators, and I am the one who is good at planting."
Shan Heyuan smiled: "It's nothing, just a little unexpected. You weren't in charge of the plantation before, right?"
Qi Yuanbai: "No, it's Senior Sister Mingqing. She went out with the master. The master said that I haven't practiced the sword for so long, so he asked me to manage the spiritual plant garden and experience the feeling of plants growing endlessly. Come take care of this."
Shan Heyuan did not practice swordsmanship and was puzzled: "Can you cultivate sword intent by managing the Lingzhi Garden?"
Qi Yuanbai: "The swordsmanship I practice is of the wood type. Maybe I can understand it with more exposure."
The two chatted while working.
The new Lingzhi Garden that Shan Heyuan opened for Qianming Peak is on the right track, and there are not many things going on in the Old Lingzhi Garden.
The maturity time of many spiritual plants is measured in ten years or hundreds of years. There are various perfect formations in the spiritual plant garden. There are not many things to do. Taking care of them once every five days is enough.
While they were chatting, someone knocked on the fence outside the plantation.
Shan Heyuan looked up and saw an old acquaintance, Ma Rupei.
He was pleasantly surprised, put down what he was doing and ran over: "Senior Brother Ma, why are you here? Wait, your aura has changed. Is this foundation building?"
During this period, I spent a lot of time dealing with foundation-building monks, and he could very accurately distinguish the difference between the Qi-refining period and the foundation-building period.
Ma Rupei's spiritual power is overflowing, and he has clearly laid a foundation.
Ma Rupei nodded and said cheerfully: "I have been in seclusion for a while and successfully built the foundation the day before yesterday."
Shan Heyuan: "Congratulations! Brother Ma, you are so awesome."
Ma Rupei looked at him with a smile: "How can you be as good as you? In just over a month, you are now at the eighth level of Qi refining."
Shan Heyuan was reserved: "It's a fluke."
The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and both had happy events, so they made an appointment to go to town for a drink after Shan Heyuan got off work.
Seeing Qi Yuanbai beside him eager to try, Shan Heyuan simply invited him as well.
Ma Rupei's ideal is to be admitted to the inner sect of Taihe Sect, while Qi Yuanbai is an official inner sect disciple. It would be good for the two of them to have more contact.
After work, Qi Yuanbai and Shan Heyuan each sent communication symbols to explain to others, and then went to drink at the foot of the mountain with their swords.
Shan Heyuan helped the Taihe Sect build a new spiritual plantation garden. Everyone in the Taihe Sect was very satisfied with him and directly gave him 600,000 spiritual beads as a reward.
He paid off Shen Duheng's debt in one fell swoop and still had a surplus, and now he had a monthly salary, so he could treat guests to drinks.
They specially picked a good pub and asked for a small box.
It's late autumn now, the wind is biting and everything is withered. It's quite interesting to sit in a warm little box and look at the big trees with gnarled branches outside.
The three of them are all young people, but they all have different backgrounds and circumstances, and they have a lot to talk about.
After finishing the meal, the three of them drank until they were tipsy and went to pay the bill, arm in arm.
Before leaving the pub, each took a hangover pill and everything was fine again.
Ever since he learned to wield a sword, Shan Heyuan no longer wanted to ride on the Artemia. He always walked with a sword wherever he went. He lost his spiritual power halfway and would rather stop and rest.
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that no wonder there were always so few people on Artemia.
Everything about Taihe Men is good, but sometimes it’s too stingy.
He is also reading newspapers now. Other sects choose creatures for public transportation. Some choose spirit birds, some choose spirit beasts. It is really rare to choose spirit insects, let alone Artemia with a bad image.
However, raising Artemia is indeed cheap, and the number of Artemia in Jingzhishan Town is also abundant. Using the Artemia Talisman to summon Artemia is faster than summoning a taxi on the earth.
Shan Heyuan took anti-alcohol pills, still half drunk, and his mind was particularly active.
He put on wind-proof charms and warmth-keeping charms, and when he got home, not only was he not cold, but he was also warm, with a slight odor of hot flashes and alcohol that was not unpleasant.
He just opened the door and entered the house. The house was deserted, with only a little warm yellow light coming from the living room window.
The cold wind was howling and everything was quiet. This light made the house feel particularly deserted.
Their home rarely has this kind of atmosphere.
Shan Heyuan walked in in surprise. When he passed through the window, he found Shen Duheng sitting at the table, his brows furrowed.
After spending a long time with Shen Duheng, Shan Heyuan got to know him a lot. Unless his emotions were particularly aroused, they would usually not show on his face.
What on earth made him frown?
Shan Heyuan took two steps forward, knocked lightly on the door of the living room, and walked in: "What's going on? Brother Shen, do you have this expression?"
When Shen Duheng saw it was him, he didn't say anything. He just handed over a jade talisman embedded with gold threads in his hand.
Is this for yourself? Shan Heyuan took it hesitantly and found that it was a talisman.
Shan Heyuan sank his consciousness into the amulet and quickly saw the key content - a city called "Yongli" was dead.
Seeing the description in the newspaper, Shan Heyuan suddenly suspected that he had drank too much and had something wrong with his consciousness. Otherwise, how could he have read such weird content?
How can a city still die?
Shan Heyuan looked up at Shen Duheng and asked what was going on.
Shen Duheng pinched his brows: "The sky where the city is is broken, the spiritual energy leaks, and the way of heaven is cut off. It can no longer support living beings, so it 'dies'."
Shan Heyuan was in disbelief: "How could the sky break?"
Shen Duheng: "Space is inherently unstable. Otherwise, where would the gap in time and space come from, and how could you fall into the world of cultivation?"
Shan Heyuan pondered silently for a moment: "I read in the newspaper that Fengjianmen took the lead and joined forces with Lingji Palace, Qingniao Palace, Sanjiumen, Changxingmen, Yanzong and Yuzong to patch up the sky. That city is still Can’t you save me?”
Shen Duheng: "It can't be saved. The repaired sky is extremely fragile. If there are creatures moving inside, it will break again sooner or later. It is better to seal it directly to avoid future troubles."
Shan Heyuan scanned the newspaper papers again with his spiritual consciousness and sighed in a low voice: "So many people have to leave their hometowns. How sad is it?"
Shen Duheng's face didn't look good either.
The death of Tian Po City was such a big deal that even a mere eighth-level Qi practitioner, Heyuan, could not help.
He held the talisman and rubbed it for a while, then realized: "I see that the release date of this talisman was twelve days ago, and the talisman we ordered was not mentioned at all."
Shen Duheng: "The place where the sky broke is on the boundary of Lingji Palace. It is far away from us. The higher-ups don't want to cause panic, so the major newspapers will not report it."
Shan Heyuan had heard the name of Lingji Palace before, but he had never paid attention to its location. He only knew that it was far away.
Most of the monks in the Fengjianmen territory may never go to Lingji Palace in their entire lives, and there is indeed no need to let things there affect their lives.
Shan Heyuan laughed at himself: "Suddenly I understand the meaning of sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
Shen Duheng had never heard of this idiom, but at this moment he understood what Shan Heyuan meant, and said lightly: "In the long time and space, most monks can only see a very small piece. When it comes to sitting in a well and looking at the sky, everyone can Yes, the difference is just the size of the well."
Shan Heyuan pinched the amulet in his hand: "Is this amulet issued by Lingji Palace?"
Shen Duheng: "Yeah. I bought it from Zangling. They always sell relevant information."
Shan Heyuan nodded and suddenly asked: "Brother Shen, how high is your cultivation level now?"
Shan Heyuan has always been unable to see through Shen Duheng's cultivation, which may be related to the fact that Shen Duheng is a sword spirit.
The only thing that is certain is that Shen Duheng's cultivation level is much higher than his. Even though he has reached the eighth level of Qi refining now, the gap has not narrowed much.
Shen Duheng: "I'm just short of forming the elixir. What's wrong?"
Shan Heyuan was silent for a moment: "Jingzhishan Town is too small. I'm wondering if I really should go to a bigger place."
The life in Jingzhishan Town is stable and comfortable, suitable for retirement, but there is no way to help him return home.
Shan Heyuan sometimes wondered whether living here for a long time would completely wear away his desire to go home.
Shen Duheng patted him on the shoulder: "Let's talk about it in the spring after the new year. It's only a few months away."
Shan Heyuan nodded: "If you want to go out, you must also make some preparations."
Shen Duheng: "Perhaps you will have reached the foundation building stage by then."
Shan Heyuan did not dare to have such a sweet dream: "How can it be that easy? I will burn incense if I can successfully build the foundation this time next year."
Shen Duheng smiled slightly: "Just wait and see, I have a hunch."
