Fu Shiyi's refusal made San Bo's eyes flash with appreciation, but then he said with a straight face:
"The elders give it to you, and you can't refuse it. Take it quickly."
Seeing that Fu Shiyi was still a little hesitant, Sanbo smiled heartily:
"Eleven, I'm not afraid of your jokes. When San Bo was young and went out for training, his Dantian was injured, and all his cultivation was lost. After this big change, I drank every day to relieve my sorrows, and I went everywhere to make troubles. I felt that my life was hopeless. , just break the jar and throw it away!"
"After repeated persuasion from my relatives, I still went my own way. As time passed, I was forgotten by my clan members."
"It was your father who led his clan brothers deep into the Southern Wilderness for three years. After painstaking efforts to find salamander grass, he went to Qingxu Sect to find your grandfather to refine the spirit-boosting pill. In this way, I was able to repair it. Dantian, practice again.”
"Speaking of which, my life was given by your father."
Sanbo pressed "Zixu Alchemy Notes" on Fu Shiyi's hand: "This little thing doesn't mean anything."
It turns out that there is such a story between father and third uncle. No wonder five years ago, when his father was trying to borrow spiritual stones to buy foundation-building pills, his third uncle would spend all his money.
Fu Shiyi looked at Third Uncle's retreating back and Third Aunt playing with the double-eyed bird in front of the hut, silently remembering this favor in his heart.
After spring started, Fu Shiyi and Sanbo replanted six acres of spiritual fields with red marrow rice, and the seven-star grass also matured.
Seven Star Grass is a first-order low-grade spiritual grass that can make first-order talismans. It was originally a monopoly of Qingxu Sect. Later, Qingxu Sect cultivated several spiritual grasses that could make second- and third-order talismans. The family that is vassalized to its sect relaxes the level.
Sixty years ago, Fu Shiyi's grandfather exchanged more than 800 sect contribution points for the seeds of Seven Star Grass.
With the source of the talisman paper, the Fu family has an inherited talisman-making hall, which has trained twelve talisman-making masters for decades. Among them, Fu Shiyi's father is extremely talented and is now a second-level high-grade Talisman Maker. Except for those who have just started, the rest of the Talisman Making Hall are all second-level Talisman Makers.
Fu Shiyi and San Bo finished harvesting the seven-star grass, and the Eighth Uncle, Twelfth Uncle, and the law enforcement team who were responsible for guaranteeing the goods also arrived on time from Luofeng Mountain, but this time there were two more people.
"Why did the Third Grandpa and the Fourth Grandpa follow them down the mountain?"
Fu Shiyi murmured in her heart that since she could remember, these two ancestors had been sitting under the fragrant flower tea tree in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. There might be some big battle coming down the mountain this time.
The two old men entered the Ancient Cliff Residence, walked around the ten-acre spiritual field, and discussed in low voices for a while. Then they nodded to their eighth uncle and twelfth uncle, and then went to the second floor of the bamboo house to rest.
The eighth uncle and the twelfth uncle gathered people in the meeting hall on the first floor, and said with a cheerful expression:
"I won't beat around the bush with you. The purpose of inviting two ancestors down the mountain this time is to improve the level of the ancient cliff dwelling's spiritual veins. After more than two hundred years of cultivation, this first-level high-grade spiritual vein has been promoted to the second level. It just missed the mark."
"For this reason, during the Chinese New Year, our Council of Elders unanimously decided to use the high-grade spiritual stone stored in the clan, with the assistance of the third-level spirit gathering array, to upgrade this spiritual vein to the second level within five years!"
High-grade spiritual stones are scarce in the Yue Kingdom, and even the great monks of Nascent Soul don't have a few in stock.
Fu Shiyi and San Bo looked at each other.
The clan is so drastic, it seems that restarting the alchemy hall is not groundless. And once the spiritual veins advance, Guyaju will slowly become the clan's second station.
Next, Fu Shiyi learned from Uncle Eighth that the reason why the clan made this sudden decision was because they received a reply from his father. The Southern Wilderness expedition team has found the second-order rock core grass and is now on its way back.
Fu Shishi didn't know much about this kind of spiritual grass. After asking his third uncle, he found out that it was a kind of spiritual grass that could make second-level talismans.
There are eight second-level talisman makers in the Fu family, and the only way to make second-level talisman paper is to hunt monster beasts for their skins, or buy them in the market of Qingxu Sect. The clan consumes more than one hundred low-grade spiritual stones every year, which accumulates day and night, amounting to an astronomical amount.
In other words, if the second-level rock core grass is planted in the clan, the clan will gain more than a hundred spiritual stones in disguised income every year!
Fu Shiyi instantly felt that his caregiving task was much heavier. As if he could read Fu Shiyi's thoughts, Uncle Ba continued:
"Little Eleven, you don't need to be nervous. When the spiritual veins are promoted to the second level, your twelfth uncle and I will also be stationed here. Let's go back and have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow we will cooperate with the two ancestors to set up the spirit gathering formation! "
After the spirit gathering formation was set up, the Eighth Uncle, Twelfth Uncle and others stayed in the bamboo building for another half month. After confirming that the formation was running smoothly, they escorted the goods back to the mountain.
Sanbo and his wife also followed the army back and promised Fu Shiyi that they would give her good news as soon as the child was born.
In the blink of an eye, it was April, and after Fu Shi had tidied up the soil of Qixingcao's spiritual field, Fu Da finally rushed back from the Feng family in Nanshan County after a long journey.
Fu Da's mother-in-law saw that her man had become much darker and had lost half a round of weight. She was so distressed that she burst into tears. Fu Shiyi looked on and felt slightly guilty:
"Fu Da, you've had a hard journey, have you brought anything back?"
"I brought them all back. On the way, I encountered several groups of bandits. They mistakenly thought that the sacks on my nephew's horse were grain. They tried to take action, but they were beaten down by my nephew."
Although Fu Da has lost a lot of weight, he is still in good spirits. He has become much more cheerful after being out for more than half a year:
"By the way, Cousin Feng also asked me to send you a reply letter."
Fu Shiyi was focused on those sacks, and was not in the mood to read the letter. He took them and hid them behind his sleeves, and then he couldn't wait to open them and inspect the two sacks one by one. When he saw the brightly colored spirit-loving insect, he suddenly smiled brightly:
"This spirit-loving insect is much fatter than the one in our spiritual field!"
Fu Shiyi happily carried the sack to the second floor and asked Fu Da to rest and tell her when he wanted to go home. When he got to the second floor, Fu Shiyi threw the spirit-loving insect directly into the space.
In the past half a year, the spiritual insects found in the clan's seven acres of spiritual fields have been decomposed by space. At this time, the wisps of originally scattered spiritual energy are slowly condensing together.
Fu Shiyi began to wonder what would happen when the space decomposed the two sacks of spirit-loving insects.
The next day, Fu Da and his wife asked Fu Shiyi for instructions early in the morning:
"Aunt Eleven, we and I want to take leave today and go back to Hanjiapu. Is it possible?"
Fu Shiyi originally wanted to let him recuperate for a few days, but thinking that Fu Da had three children and two elderly people at home, who had not been home for more than a year, he naturally became very concerned. I won’t stay any longer:
"Just wait for me."
Fu Shiyi went upstairs, took out a red sandalwood box from the space, and handed it to Fu Da and his wife who were waiting downstairs:
"This is the green plum fruit that the clan distributes during the Chinese New Year. You can take it back and give it to the elderly and children to try and make them happy."
There are tens of thousands of mortals in the Fu clan, so the clan's limited cultivation resources will naturally not be shared among them. Fu Shiyi saw that Fu Da and his wife had lived in Guya for more than a year and worked hard without complaint, so he thought that he could not treat them harshly.
