Small barren mountain.
The moon is high in the sky, and the night is getting darker.
The soft moonlight shines on the green melon fields, reflecting the luster.
suddenly.
The vines in the melon field began to rustle and tremble, and the leaves swayed, as if something was quietly moving among them.
That's a harpy!
It is covered with gray and white hair and is very hidden in the night. If you don't look carefully, you can easily miss it.
Yuan carefully moved her short legs and sneaked up to a ripe watermelon.
After watching warily for a while, he began to feast.
Lu~
Lulu~
Lululu~
Soon, the watermelon was dazzled.
Just when the horse was about to touch the next watermelon, a sharp sound of wind suddenly sounded in the night sky.
Phew~
A silver flying sword flew like a meteor, shooting from the cabin dozens of meters away, and pierced directly into the throat with thunderous momentum.
…
Zhiqa~
The wooden door slowly opened, and a young man appeared under the moonlight.
He is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with handsome appearance and bright eyes. He is dressed in green clothes with silver cloud patterns outlined.
Slowly walking out of the wooden house, like a banished immortal who stepped on the moon, emerged from the world and refined himself.
"How does my melon taste? Keep it ripe!"
The young man walked up to the dying Yu, stretched out his waist lazily, and said with a smile: "Don't say I'm unreasonable. You eat the melon, and I'll eat you. The debt must be paid with melon and flesh, as is the law of justice!"
Looking at the confident young man, Yu's pupils dilated and he stopped breathing.
It is so handsome by the young man!
The young man carried the yun and slowly walked back to the wooden house. With the sword in his hand skillfully dancing, he finished bleeding, skinning and deboning the yun over a cup of tea.
"The Ling Yun from the third level of Qi Refining has too little spiritual energy in his blood essence. If used to make talisman ink, it can only be considered low quality."
After releasing his spiritual consciousness and checking his blood, the young man looked disappointed.
But it's normal.
The spiritual energy of his small barren mountain is thin, and the spiritually planted watermelons he grows can only be considered low-grade. They are still somewhat attractive to monsters in the early stage of Qi refining, but slightly stronger monsters are not interested at all.
On weekdays, most of the people they attract are rat demons, rabbit spirits, etc. who are in the first or second level of Qi Refining. This Ling Yuan is already a rare big prey.
If not.
He would not have discovered Lingyi so early, but still let it eat a watermelon before sending it on its way.
It’s not easy to compare one’s feelings with one’s own, so just treat it as a meal for a good brother!
Fire! ! !
Stand! ! !
Fork meat! ! !
barbecue! ! !
Sprinkle salt! ! !
cumin! ! !
chili! ! !
More than half an hour later, a mouth-watering and wonderful fragrance came from the wooden house.
Golden-yellow oil drips from the legs of the turtle, and bright red chili oil is applied to the meat. Combined with the scent of cumin, it creates a magical effect that turns decay into something magical.
even.
When you take a bite, you can taste the faint melon flavor, which is really the best!
soon.
The small half of the spirit fish entered the young man's stomach.
He wiped the grease from his mouth, poured a glass of ice-cold watermelon juice, and drank it in one gulp.
then.
He sat cross-legged on the spot, raised his five hearts to the sky, and began to refine the spiritual energy contained in the spirit flesh, concentrating on practicing.
…
The young man's name is Wang Xiu, and he is an outer disciple of the Taixuan Sect among the nine immortal sects in the Jiang Kingdom.
status.
how to say!
To put it simply: cannon fodder in the world of immortality.
Normally, any precious treasures or peerless skills in the sect would not be available to them.
When it comes to the battle between good and evil, the exploration of secret realms, and the battle between forces, the ones who will die the most are the low-level disciples like them.
besides.
They are different from those inner sect and true disciples who basically don’t have to worry about resource issues and only need to practice steadily.
Outer disciples need to complete various tasks in Taixuan Sect.
For example.
Some outer disciples need to go to the river to harvest grass and come back to feed the pigs.
Some outer disciples need to mine the spiritual stone veins and spiritual iron veins owned by the sect.
There are also some outer sect disciples who need to serve as guards, servants, and even bed-warming maids for the inner sect or true disciples.
And Wang Xiu’s mission.
It is to open up and plant spiritual melons for the sect, and to ensure that the growth of spiritual melons is not harmed by monsters.
When the spirit melon harvest season comes, the sect will send people to buy the spirit melons.
According to the harvest of spirit melons, Wang Xiu was given a thin reward of spirit stones, allowing him to barely maintain his daily practice.
Overall.
Compared with tasks such as mining, doing odd jobs, and being a bed-warming maid, Wang Xiu's tasks are relatively leisurely.
But correspondingly, the income is much less, which can be said to be completely useless.
and……
"Hey, Xiao Wang, you are very hardworking!"
Suddenly, a joking voice came.
Wang Xiu opened his eyes and looked up. An iron boat magical weapon emitting black light slowly descended, and a man walked down from it.
The man looked to be in his thirties or forties, walking with his head held high. Although he had a smile on his face, it did not give people a friendly feeling. Instead, he seemed condescending and oppressive.
Wang Xiu hurriedly stopped practicing and greeted with a smile: "Hello, Senior Brother Zhou!"
The man's name is Zhou Yun, and he is an inner disciple of Taixuan Sect. He is responsible for connecting with some of the sect's business, such as the melon field that Wang Xiu is responsible for.
This kind of work is definitely not glamorous in the inner sect.
But no matter what, compared to outer disciples like Wang Xiu, his status is so high that he doesn't know where. He can also be regarded as Wang Xiu's immediate boss, and has the power of life and death.
Zhou Yun nodded slightly, walked in the melon field, looked at the growth of the spirit melon, nodded and said: "Yes, this year's harvest is better than previous years, it seems that you are still very responsible!"
Wang Xiu hurriedly said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhou received the award mainly because my Taixuan Mountain has good feng shui and abundant spiritual energy. It has little to do with me!"
Zhou Yun smiled without saying a word, turned around twice, took out a dusty knife from the storage bag on his waist, and performed a hand gesture. The knife turned into a stream of light and flew out, flying back and forth in the melon field, cutting all the ripe All the spirit melons were picked.
He also took out a scale instrument specially used for weighing to measure the weight.
"That's right, a total of 4,500 kilograms of spiritual melons were harvested!"
Zhou Yun took out his abacus and fiddled with it: "According to the regulations, for every thousand kilograms of spiritual melons harvested, you will be given 10 spiritual stones, a total of 45 spiritual stones..."
Wang Xiu hesitated for a moment and said, "In previous years, wasn't there 12 spirit stones?"
Zhou Yun glanced at him and said faintly: "Not only did you have a good harvest this year, but all the spiritual melon growers in Jiang Kingdom also had a good harvest. The price has fallen. 10 spiritual stones is a lot. I think we have a good friendship." For my sake, I secretly increased the price for you, but I only gave 9 pieces to others!"
Wang Xiu thought to himself, I believe you are the only one who has ghosts!
This vampire surnamed Zhou is well known for his ability to pluck the hair of geese and leave a piece of skin when a dog crosses the roadside.
But there is no way, who can't control the situation? If Zhou Yun is really offended, life will not be easy in the future.
Therefore, Wang Xiu had to act as if he was stunned and said thanks: "That's it, thank you so much, Senior Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Yun threw down a small bag of spirit stones and squeezed out the word "um" from his nose.
Control the magic weapon and leave.
Wang Xiu weighed the bag. Without counting, he knew that the weight inside must be less. He couldn't help but sigh: "Zhou Bapi..."
…
Turning his head, Wang Xiu put all this trouble behind him.
Calm down my heart.
In this small barren mountain, spiritual energy is thin, and there are few people around all year round. There is little oil and water, and it has to be squeezed in various ways.
Other disciples.
Hardly anyone comes here except during the melon harvest season.
It can be said to be quite lonely.
An ordinary person would not be able to stay any longer.
What's more, a young and energetic young man like Wang Xiu.
However, Wang Xiu does not hate this kind of loneliness, and even enjoys it very much.
Because he stayed here for other reasons.
He knows that he carries a shocking secret!
He is a time traveler.
And since the day he traveled through time, a mysterious ancient mirror has been suspended in the sea of consciousness, exuding an extremely mysterious aura.
but.
There was an obvious crack on the ancient mirror, as if it had been severely damaged.
Good thing.
This ancient mirror has the function of self-healing.
It has been slowly being restored since the day Wang Xiu was born, and now, eighteen years later, it has finally been completely restored.
As the last scratches were removed from the mirror surface, the originally dull and simple stone mirror began to slowly rotate, emitting a bright golden light.
Phew~
The golden light in the stone mirror became more and more brilliant, gradually forming a vortex, exuding an unparalleled attraction.
Wang Xiu tried to touch it lightly with his spiritual consciousness, and was instantly sucked into it.
at the same time.
His physical body also disappeared directly into the wooden house, as if it had never appeared.
