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Seven days later, Wang Shian had memorized the precautions of Huangya Lingcao. He took the small flag for controlling the formation given to him by Uncle Eighteen and entered the elixir garden while chanting the same mantra.
Feel the rich spiritual energy again. The whole person couldn't help but groan slightly. He hadn't noticed it before. In the past few days, he was practicing outside and his cultivation speed had dropped a lot.
With a slight sigh, Wang Shi'an began to inspect the elixirs. According to Uncle Eighteen's operation last time, he compared the precautions in the jade slips and carefully inspected each one.
An hour and a half has passed since the entire medicine garden was inspected. Due to my lack of proficiency the first time, I was half an hour slower than Uncle Shiba, but I also discovered some things that I didn't notice last time.
There are a total of 168 Huangya Lingcao plants planted in the three acres of medicine garden. Basically, the family has used all the planting space to the extreme, leaving no free space.
Among the one hundred and sixty-eight plants, according to the description on the jade slip, the dark yellow yellow bud spirit grass represents maturity. Now there are seven plants in the medicine garden that are close to dark yellow, proving that they are about to mature.
In addition to the seven yellow-bud spiritual grasses that are about to mature, there are also several others that are close to dark yellow. It seems that the family will replant the seeds immediately after harvesting.
Although only a few plants are harvested every year, ensuring a steady stream of output is the most important thing for every family. This is also the basis for the family's long-term prosperity.
After thinking about this, Wang Shi'an continued to finish the work, using the Spiritual Rain Jue to water the three acres of elixirs in front of him. After finishing all the work, he rubbed his sore neck. He couldn't help but feel a little tired. He didn't pay attention to anything, just beside the elixir field. Cross-legged meditation resumed.
Half an hour later, Wang Shian, who had recovered and was about to leave, remembered that he could practice here for three hours every day, so he simply continued practicing.
By the time Wang Shian finished practicing, it was already sunset when he came out.
Thinking that everything was done for today, and feeling relaxed, I picked a random weed and put it in my mouth to bite, humming a song at the same time, and walked back slowly and leisurely, so comfortable.
However, just after taking two steps, a shout came.
"Shi'an, I thought you hadn't come out yet, so I was preparing to look for you."
Looking around, I saw Uncle Eighteen waving and calling at the end of the path.
He quickly spat out the weeds in his mouth, trotted to Uncle Eighteen, rolled his eyes and said:
"Uncle Eighteen, what are your orders?"
"You are very comfortable, let me wait for a while!" Wang Minghui looked at him and replied with a smile.
Wang Shian scratched his head in embarrassment, with a sneer on his face.
"Okay, that's it. Uncle Jiu is out of seclusion. He asked me to take you over to meet him. Come with me." Wang Minghui waved his hand and said.
Wang Shi'an nodded in agreement and followed Wang Minghui to Uncle Jiu's residence.
While walking, Wang Minghui said casually:
"Shi'an, you are currently on the third level of Qi training. It may be difficult to take care of the elixir. You can go there once in the morning and afternoon. That will make it easier."
Hearing Uncle Eighteen's kindness, Wang Shian smiled and replied yes.
Fortunately, Wang Shi'an is on the sixth level of Qi training. Otherwise, if he really only has the third level of Qi training, it would be quite difficult to take care of this elixir garden. Generally, the lowest level where people come here to take care of the elixirs is the fifth level of Qi training.
After a while, they came to a small courtyard and Wang Minghui shouted into it:
"Uncle Jiu, I'm bringing Shi'an here."
"Come in." A deep voice came out.
The two immediately opened the door and walked in. There was a small stone pavilion in the yard. An old man with gray hair, who looked like a mortal at most fifty or sixty years old, was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea. It was Wang Xiuyan.
Seeing the two people approaching, Wang Xiuyan pointed to the stone bench in the pavilion, smiled slightly and said:
"Everyone, sit down, you just have a taste of my spiritual tea. This is the second-grade middle-grade spiritual tea planted by the ancestor of the family, Qingyun, on the top of Qingyun Peak. A cup of spiritual tea is enough for our qi-training monks to practice hard for several days. I am stationed here. In the past ten years, the island has only been able to redeem just one tael with family contributions."
After hearing this, the two of them were not polite and drank from the cups without hesitation.
After the two of them had finished drinking, Wang Xiuyan looked at Wang Shian and said with a smile:
"Shi'an, are you still used to staying here?"
Wang Shi'an stood up after hearing this and replied respectfully:
"Uncle Ninth, everything is fine in Shi'an. Uncle Eighteen takes good care of me. There's nothing I'm not used to."
Wang Xiuyan smiled and nodded when he heard this, waved his hand for Wang Shian to sit down, and continued:
"That's good. I felt something this time, so I went into retreat for a short period of time. I still need to continue to retreat. During this time, if you have any questions about cultivation, please raise them and I will talk to you."
Then Wang Xiuyan asked Wang Shian if he had any questions about his cultivation. Wang Shian also mentioned two confusions about the third level of Qi training. Wang Xiuyan answered them casually in a few words, and focused on his experience in breaking through to the middle stage of Qi training.
Although it was of little use to Wang Shian, Wang Shian also listened carefully. When Wang Xiuyan explained to Wang Minghui his experience in breaking through the late stage of Qi training, he casually asked two questions without leaving any trace, and Wang Xiuyan also answered them seriously.
The sky was slightly dark, and Wang Minghui's uncle and nephew left with a full harvest.
Returning to the room, he slowly digested Uncle Jiu's explanation of how to break through the middle stage of Qi training. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the "Li Ling Sutra" that Uncle Qi had given him, and he quickly took it out.
I have been so busy these days that I actually forgot about it. I patted my head in annoyance, calmed down, and then started to ponder it carefully.
