Chapter 8 Little Golden Congo

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The small courtyard with white walls and blue tiles has a gentle breeze and green seedlings swaying.

A girl wearing gray cloth sat on a bamboo chair, and with a few random pulls of her hands, the rice on the dustpan piled up into a ball.

She picked up a white shell with the fingertips of her right hand. She held a knife in her right hand and lightly scratched the white shell to pick out the white rice grains inside.

One pill after another, more than 5,000 pills in total, Chen Yanzhi peeled off until I felt dizzy, with backache and fingertip twitching.

"It's finally finished. This is really not something humans do." Chen Yanzhi held her red fingertips and collapsed.

The poor guy can't afford to rent the shelling weapon, so he can only operate it manually.

Holding a handful of white rice, Chen Yanzhi truly felt the joy of harvesting after hard work.

After peeling out five kilograms of white rice, she sighed and divided it into two parts.

She didn't plan to sell the five kilograms of rice, but kept it for herself to eat. It wasn't much in total. She had to reward herself after a hard day's work.

Carrying a bag of white rice, Chen Yanzhi walked out.

In the far west of Fang City, there is almost no aura, and there are a bunch of houses crowded together.

It's not shabby, it just feels cramped and small. The roads are crowded, the houses are crowded, and the people are even more crowded.

This place is called Lianluo Street, where down-and-out people live. The lowest level of casual cultivators in Changlifang City live there.

Chen Yanzhi lived here before renting the small courtyard.

When I came to an old black door, I knocked and a woman in black opened the door.

She is tall and slender, with a sharp long sword on her waist. Her appearance is as delicate as a green bamboo, as straight and sharp as an unsheathed sword.

This person is Xiao Qingmei who went to pick bud grass outside Fang City with Chen Yanzhi. His name is Bai Jun, and he has a third level of Qi cultivation.

After being carried away by her, he was lucky enough to survive, but his body's foundation was severely damaged.

When a thief broke into her house for the first time, he moved in with her and helped look after the house. After the defensive formation was set up, he returned to his own home.

"Stone? Come in quickly." When Bai Jun saw it was Chen Yanzhi, a smile appeared on his face.

"What do you think this is?" He raised the bag in his hand and waved it in front of Bai Jun's eyes.

Bai Jun ignored Chen Yanzhi's showy behavior, quickly grabbed the bag, opened it and said, "Bai Zhuang rice!"

"Yes, here you go. If you want to eat later, come to me. I'll take care of it."

Bai Jun smiled brightly, and was even happier than his own cultivation level had advanced. "That's great. It seems that you are indeed very talented in spiritual planting, so I don't have to worry about you."

Then she said solemnly: "Shitou, I plan to go deep into the Liling Mountains. If I go there, I will narrowly escape death, but I still want to fight for this immortal road again and bet my life on my destiny."

"If I'm lucky, I successfully obtain the inheritance of the senior foundation-building sword cultivator, and this dilapidated body will no longer be an obstacle to me. If I'm unlucky, it will only cost me this little life."

Chen Yanzhi was shocked when she heard this, and then became anxious. She said: "But there are even third-level monsters deep in the Liling Mountains. You may be in danger just after entering."

"In this way, you learn farming from me first, and we slowly save money to buy the Soul-Reviving Purple Pill, or when my cultivation level is higher, I will accompany you."

She tried her best to put forward feasible suggestions, hoping to stop Bai Jun.

Bai Jun shook his head firmly, "Shitou, I don't have much time. Now, my body is like a rag bag. It can't contain the spiritual energy, and it keeps leaking out."

"If I wait any longer, I'm afraid I won't even be able to maintain my cultivation at the third level of Qi Refining, and the chance of obtaining the inheritance will be even slimmer."

"I've decided that the path to immortality is a personal matter, and I can't rely on you. Otherwise, I won't be able to become an immortal. It's better to go to the mortal world and become a wealthy and idle person."

Chen Yanzhi didn't try to persuade her anymore. At this time, what Bai Jun needed was support, not cold water or sarcastic words.

She directly took out nine spirit stones from her arms and said, "Take it to buy some self-defense things. This is all the money I have. I have to pay it back. If you dare to die in the Liling Mountains, I will not let you go even if you are a ghost." .”

This was what was left after buying the formation. She only left a few dozen broken souls for herself for emergency use.

Bai Jun naturally understood what Chen Yanzhi meant, and his nose felt a little sore. He took the spirit stone and gave Chen Yanzhi a light blow with his fist, "Thank you, don't worry, I will definitely return the money to you. "

"By the way, I'll give you this seed. I picked it up in the Liling Mountains. At the time, I thought it was a treasure because it was hard. But later I found out it was a spiritual seed, and I don't know how to grow it."

"Since you have talent in spiritual planting, I'll give it to you." Bai Jun went back to the house and took out a seed.

The seed is an iron ball the size of a little finger, with a dark brown surface and a hint of light gold. It is full of life inside and can be seen to be well preserved.

"Then I'll accept this kind of seed." Chen Yanzhi took the spiritual seed and said happily.

After chatting for a while, Chen Yanzhi said goodbye and left. Bai Jun still had to prepare for entering the Liling Mountains, so she couldn't be disturbed.

Just after leaving the street, Chen Yanzhi felt a little heavy.

Reality is not a novel. The biggest possibility is that Bai Jun will never come back.

But she couldn't stop it. She was a poor casual cultivator. She couldn't lend Bai Jun spiritual stones to buy pills to repair her body, nor could she accompany her into the Liling Mountains.

Since mixing the memories of the original body, she has become more empathic with people and things in this world, and she can clearly feel all the emotions of the original body.

Even their personalities are becoming more and more similar. At least Bai Jun, as a little Qingmei who grew up with her original body, didn't notice anything wrong, otherwise she would definitely stay far away from Bai Jun.

She thought, maybe they are the same person, just in different time and space, otherwise why would their bodies fit so well?

Back in the small courtyard, Chen Yanzhi buried the spiritual seeds. There was a system prompt, and she was not worried about whether the seeds would survive.

As soon as it was buried, the system information came. The old rules and unknown spiritual species were introduced in detail.

[The small golden congo species is a first-level spiritual species. It grows in one year, blooms in one year, and bears fruit in one year. 】

[It contains a small trace of the blood of the ancient Golden Congo. Long-term consumption by qi-refining monks can temper the body's skin until the skin is like gold and stone, making it difficult for magic weapons to enter.

Note: The potential is huge and can be cultivated and advanced. 】

Chen Yanzhi was pleasantly surprised, "It can be cultivated and advanced, and it also has the blood of the ancient Golden Congo. Magical weapons are difficult to enter. What kind of fairy seed is this."

"It seems that I have to make money quickly and buy another body-training method. If I cooperate with it, I won't be invincible."

After thinking about it endlessly, her mood became brighter and brighter.

[I'm so thirsty. Come on, let me have a heavy rain of spiritual energy to moisten it. Otherwise, I will definitely not sprout. 】

"Uh, it's raining spiritual energy again." Chen Yanzhi looked at the blood-red progress bar and instantly withered.

There is no other way but to divert the spiritual water given to the red cloud grass. Anyway, the red cloud grass grows the same whether it is eaten or not.

【So much? It's not enough to put it between your teeth, stingy, stingy. (艹艹艹)】