Chu Cheng finally understood why this trivial third-level mission had more than 200 contribution points, and few people took it.
He also learned some information from Old Man Meng and Senior Sister Yan.
Senior Sister Yan was the dark-skinned woman Chu Cheng saw.
Old Man Meng said that he had been a handyman disciple of the Luoyun Sect since he was eighteen years old. He accidentally obtained a marrow-cleansing pill at the age of twenty-seven and successfully gathered Qi. Until he was stuck on the sixth level of Qi Gathering at the age of fifty-two, in exchange for breaking Qi Dan constantly takes on sect missions.
Due to his low cultivation level, he could only take on third-level to average third-level missions. After ten years, he only had more than 100 points, but a Qi-Breaking Pill cost more than 200 points.
There is only one word difference between Qi-breaking pill and Qi-gathering pill. Both are pills taken by Qi-gathering monks, but the former is more precious. It is the pill used to advance from the sixth level of Qi-gathering to the seventh level. The success rate can be increased by at least five levels.
Later, like Chu Cheng, Old Meng also saw the mission of Daoxiangguo.
Then he... was gone.
"That's it. Ever since Old Man Meng took over this task, it hasn't been completed yet."
"So, this mission is a trap?" Chu Cheng said blankly.
Ten seeds have not been planted after more than fifty years. You must know that this is a monk farming, not a mortal farmer.
"Senior Brother Meng! Now that you are a foundation-building cultivator, can't you still plant it?" Chu Cheng did not dare to call a foundation-building cultivator an old man casually.
Old Man Meng shook his head and said: "No, no. I have cultivated to the heavens, so I naturally planted the seed."
"Ah! Old Meng, you are so shameless!" Yan Hong said sarcastically: "It took fifty years to plant seven. You have the nerve to say that."
"No, no. How many have you planted in fifteen years?" Old Man Meng asked in return.
Yan Hong was speechless after hearing the words, and it took her a long time to hold back a sentence.
"Two..."
"The younger generations still need to work hard! I will be able to leave this place in more than ten years!" Old Meng stood with his hands behind his back, arrogantly.
Chu Cheng's face was full of black lines. There was nothing controversial about this. Then he reacted and was suddenly shocked!
"Fuck! Old Meng has seven trees in more than fifty years, and that's still a foundation-building monk!" Chu Cheng took a breath, wouldn't he have to waste decades or even hundreds of years here?
No, Chu Cheng suddenly remembered that the sect's mission could be abandoned after a certain time limit.
"Senior Brother Meng! Senior Sister Chu! Why don't you give up the mission?" Chu Cheng expressed the doubts in his heart.
Yan Hong smiled bitterly and said, "Five hundred years ago, this mission could have been abandoned."
Old Man Meng interjected: "No, no, to be precise, five hundred and twelve years ago, a group of outer disciples and inner disciples saw that the reward was rich, so they accepted it one after another. As a result, after many years, one None of them could be planted, so naturally they gave up one after another.”
"This caused the elder of Baicao Valley at the time to be furious and requested the leader to order that this mission should not be abandoned before it lasts for a hundred years."
Chu Cheng was stunned and shook his head secretly. I wonder if those idiots five hundred years ago were the traps sent by Monkey King? After hundreds of years, do you want to trick future generations again?
"If you can't give up on the mission, then just don't do it. Can't you go out?"
As soon as Chu Cheng thought of this idea, he was mercilessly hit.
"That's a good idea. Ever since you walked in here, you have been banned. You can't leave until you have planted ten of them or reached the advanced stage of foundation building." Yan Hong rolled her eyes.
"Later stage of foundation building? Why hasn't Senior Brother Meng gone out yet?" Chu Cheng was confused.
Old Man Meng replied: "No, no. Naturally, my current cultivation level cannot be compared with that of the later period. My later cultivation level is already the pillar of the Immortal Sect. There should be too much difference between me and the later monks."
Old Man Meng is not humble, but he has no idea what his current strength is. He has been trapped in Baicao Valley for more than fifty years, and has only seen a dozen or so people, and they were all tricked in without knowing the truth. He is the one with the highest cultivation level here, so naturally he will not compete with Qi Gathering monks.
"Since it's so difficult, why not let the liquid condensation monks do the planting?" Chu Cheng thought of this. The efficiency of high-level monks must be faster than that of Qi gathering monks.
"That piece of land was accidentally found by Grandmaster Daoqing, the founder of the Luoyun Sect. All the herbs on it are fourth-grade immortal grass, and there are even sixth-grade immortal grass. You must know that the sixth-grade immortal grass is the most powerful tool for refining the Nascent Soul. The pills taken. Patriarch Daoqing saw the extraordinary nature of this piece of land, used great magic power to collect the land, and placed it in the Baicao Valley. But it is a pity that no herbal medicine can be grown in that land, only Daoxiangguo can be grown. But it can also reach the third-grade level. You know, Daoxiangguo was not even a first-grade fairy grass originally, it was just a rare fruit in the world. Unfortunately, this Daoxiangguo cannot be mass-produced. As for the reason, you can guess the reason. Yan Hong paused and then said: "That place is inaccessible from above the foundation!"
"Wait a minute! Isn't Senior Brother Meng already in the foundation building stage? Why can he still plant?" Chu Cheng said blankly.
"Maybe Old Man Meng came in and out often before he gathered his energy to cultivate, right?" Yan Hong didn't know the reason, but this was the most reasonable explanation.
Chu Cheng sighed sadly, why was he so miserable? In the first mission, he fell into a big pit, and he might be buried in it for decades.
It takes ten years for the outer disciples to go out and find out. If they can't go out, their relatives in this life will no longer be alive in a few decades.
"Sigh." Chu Cheng was going to see what was going on with the straw fruit first.
"Where can I get Daoxiangguo?"
"I have them here. No need to get them. You can get as many seeds as you want." Yan Hong took out ten golden seeds from her arms and handed them to Chu Cheng.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Yan." Chu Cheng thanked him and took the seeds. He found that there was nothing strange about them, they were about the same size as a grain of rice.
"You're welcome, one family, one family. After all, we have to live together for most of our lives." Yan Hong waved her hand.
lifetime? Chu Cheng couldn't help but blush. Why did he feel like he was about to obey him?
Old Man Meng smiled and said: "Since there is a newcomer here, let's go there, just to give him instructions on how to plant."
He is the most senior here, and he was the one who taught Yan Hong when she came.
"Although I have just come back, I have nothing to do, so I will go with Junior Brother Chu." Yan Hong nodded.
Chu Cheng thanked him happily. It would be best to have someone to guide him so that he would be able to find less detours. After all, farming requires skills.
But as a result, I still thought too much.
...
Chu Cheng stood in the field, looking at the red land ten miles around.
Isn't this the super-high-grade red earth in the legendary penguin space in the previous life? The only difference is that the red soil here is not like the one in Penguin Space, where the fruits are everywhere, but there are more than ten rice-flavored fruit seedlings growing here and there.
Chu Cheng marveled that this world was really wonderful, and many things were simply unheard of.
"Old Meng! Junior Sister Yan, didn't you go back early? Why are you here again?" A man was holding a hoe on the ground. When he saw someone coming, he stopped what he was doing.
Chu Cheng took a closer look and found that this man was the old man he met when he came to Baicao Valley.
The old man happened to see Chu Cheng and said with a smile: "It turns out it's you. We are really destined!"
Chu Cheng rolled his eyes, coming to this damn place, it's damn fate for you.
"Hahaha, since you all know each other, there is no need for me to introduce you." Old Meng smiled.
The man smiled and said, "I should be the first one to meet this junior brother."
Yan Hong said: "Junior Brother Chu, from now on it will be the four of us together. This person's name is Zhang Fei."
Four people? For more than fifty years, only the four of them have taken on this task. Chu Cheng lamented that this is the consequence of taking advantage of others. I never thought that even if I was smart, I would be confused. Others would also think about why a third-level low-level mission has so many reward points, which is comparable to a second-level mid-level mission.
"Now I will show you what the correct farming method is." Old Meng stretched out his hand, and the hoe in Zhang Fei's hand was already in his hand.
Chu Cheng watched carefully. After all, the experience of predecessors was very important. Maybe it could really save some time.
Meng Tou was seen holding the hoe tightly, and the entire hoe was instantly wrapped in spiritual energy.
"Drink!" Old Man Meng shouted loudly, and the hoe hammer hit the ground, making a sound like a metal block.
Boom, boom, boom!
Chu Cheng's face changed, and he finally understood why it was so difficult. After this hoeing, there was no damage to the ground.
"Using spiritual power can make you faster. This is the experience I have gained over the years." Old Man Meng said proudly.
"I'll wipe it!" Chu Cheng had a black line on his face and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. As a monk, do you have to rely on brute force to farm like ordinary farmers? Is it common sense to use spiritual power?
