Qiu Ling was quick with his hands and feet and prepared a large table of food.
In order to connect with each other, even though they didn't eat, they still went to the table, but the conversation gradually turned into a rumor-refuting meeting.
"I heard that Mo Lin's spiritual bones are gone?"
"That's not true. It's still there. It's just that it was damaged when cutting the bones. It has been recovering from the injury. Now after taking the elixir refined from Wudinglong Bamboo, it should be completely repaired. It is now advancing."
Qiu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and Mu Chen continued to ask, "There are rumors outside, little junior sister, that your hair turned white and your eyes were bad when you showed up in Zhongzhou. Is it because your origin was damaged and your life has declined soon?"
"That's not the case." Lin Du picked up his rice, "The white hair is temporary, and my eyes are a little photophobic and astigmatic. I probably won't die for the time being."
"But..." She grabbed the last sweet and sour poached egg with quick eyes and hands, "I'm happy for them to promote me like this."
Yuan Ye took back his chopsticks regretfully, "Yeah!"
"What about Yuan Ye's dragon energy?" Qiu Ling asked tentatively.
"Oh, I am indeed gone. This is true." His eyes were clear, and he turned to clamp the last chicken leg. "Is there any food later?"
Qiu Ling was stunned for a moment, "There seems to be a little more."
She cooked a large pot of rice according to He Gui's instructions, but now it seems that there is still less.
Yuan Ye stood up and said, "That's good. The food cooked by my uncle is so delicious that I can't help but eat more."
Hearing this, Qiu Ling thought of Feng Yi's one-pot stew, and suddenly realized that it turned out that Feng Yi's previous cooking was too unpalatable and left no room for rice, so they only ate one-pot rice!
"Then what do you usually do besides practicing? I see that Yan Qing and Yuan Ye are refining weapons? You can go to our trading house to consign them."
Qiu Ling's business also has a magic weapon shop.
"That's right!" Yan Qing nodded, "The thermos pot on the market was made by my junior uncle and I, as well as the timer pot. Recently, Yuan Ye and I have been making hidden weapons for self-defense."
Yuan Ye got excited when he heard this, "What about selling coffins? The coffins I made are so good! There are also mechanisms!"
"Well, actually..." Qiu Ling responded, "Huh?"
Why would a good person's coffin have a mechanism?
"Little Master Uncle said that monks are usually buried with a lot of magic books, especially casual cultivators. Since there are too many upside down fights, we support custom-made anti-theft coffins! My machine skills and Little Master Uncle's formations guarantee that Tengyun Even the thieves below the level can't touch the edge of the coffin, and those in the Tengyun level who dare to lift the coffin board will be injured even if they are killed."
“Very in line with market demand!”
Qiu Ling: ...What kind of talents are these children? Does that even sound marketable?
Lin Du suddenly thought of something, "I drew a blueprint. The mining magic tools on the market are still not efficient enough. Yan Qing and Yuan Ye will follow me soon."
"Why do you want to mine? I haven't heard that a mine has been discovered in our territory recently." Qiu Ling didn't understand the jump of this topic. Generally, after an ore mountain is discovered on the market, the nearby large sects and local family organizations will mine together. According to the participation Degree and input power are divided.
Lin Du said, "This winter solstice, the secret realm of the cold moon opens."
"I know this. In fact, your Ninth Master Uncle and I still wanted to go, but we just thought about it and let the people from the trading company go. After all, the main thing is the mineral deposits... huh?" Qiu Ling's eyes widened.
"Yes." Lin Du nodded, "There are many rare minerals in the Hanyue Secret Realm."
Otherwise, why would she study the Mountain Breaking Formation first?
She, Lin Du, always has a plan when doing things!
Qiu Ling turned back to Mu Chen and sighed, "It is said that the son of a dragon or a phoenix can dig holes. I think these brats are better than their predecessors."
In the blink of an eye, the fire is flowing in July, the weather is still young in August, the clothes are given in September, and the rice is harvested in October.
On this day, Lin Du and Yuan Ye and Yan Qing were working hard on the autumn harvest. They were covered with grass clippings. Dozens of harvesters were working in the spiritual field. In the medicine field, Jiang Liang, Xia Wu and Jinxuan were carefully handling the elixir.
The light above his head slowly dimmed, and Yuan Ye subconsciously looked up at the sky, "Hey, there seem to be dark clouds, is it going to rain?"
Lin Du's heart skipped a beat, and he slapped Yuan Ye on the back of the head, and his spiritual power poured out, "That's the calamity cloud, the calamity cloud of Jie Ying! Hurry up, hurry up, collect it before Mo Lin succeeds in overcoming the calamity, otherwise It will rain soon."
She raised her hand to send a message to her four senior brothers and sisters, "Autumn Harvest, come quickly."
The power of the Thirty-nine Heavenly Tribulations is extremely strong, with dark clouds rolling and thunderous sounds.
A bunch of people are busy.
There are no disciples of the Supreme Sect who do not participate in the autumn harvest. The reasons are, firstly, to understand the real laws of nature, so that the four bodies will not be indifferent to the five grains, and secondly, it is convenient to practice spiritual power and spiritual control. Although they do not need to harvest by themselves, they can Controlling the harvesting of magic weapons also requires a lot of effort.
When the thirty-sixth heavenly catastrophe fell, all the farm tools were put into the warehouse.
Everyone saw a sword energy splitting Xuan Lei in half, the calamity cloud slowly dissipated, birds soared, brilliance bloomed, fairy music filled their ears, and purple energy came from the east.
Mo Lin took another step forward on the path to Shenxiao.
There are two ways of Xuan Lei, one is death and the other is rebirth.
Mo Lin felt his spiritual bones that had become intact again, raised his head and felt the aura in the spiritual rain, and his chest was filled with endless pride and spirit.
Among the 100th generation disciples of the Supreme Sect, after experiencing countless ups and downs, one of them finally grew into a big tree.
Everyone looked up at the pouring rain. Feng Yi suddenly lowered his head and said, "You have grown up."
Finally grown up.
The one hundred and five-year-old Huiyang Realm monk can still be called a young talent.
Xia Tian calmly put out several large iron basins, which could not be wasted.
Lin Du looked at Mo Lin gratefully, "I asked you to come out early to harvest, but it almost hindered the harvest and the wheat was flooded in a pot."
Mo Lin put away his emotion and apologized sincerely.
"But it doesn't matter, we just happened to be going to the Hanyue Secret Realm together. We need talents like you!" Lin Du smiled, "Let's go, to celebrate your successful pregnancy! Come down the mountain for a feast!"
If there is one more person in the Huiyang realm, the room for maneuver will be even greater.
She had no intention of just taking a companion stone and leaving.
Mo Lin is not on the two lists now, so few people know about the baby.
Feng Yi heard that Lin Du and Yan Qing had found many notes from the predecessors of Hanyue Secret Realm in the library and made detailed plans, so he did not object.
As soon as November arrived, the six noisy children went down the mountain together, and the Supreme Sect finally regained its composure.
