Chapter 400 Withering

In the early morning, the sun rises in the east.

Jilong Mountain is shrouded in a light mist.

Chen Mu opened the window on the second floor, stretched his body and yawned.

A flash of red light flew out of his sleeves and circled Chaoyang Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Then it flew in the mist on the top of the mountain for a long time before turning into a red line and flying back to the front of the small building.

The Qianji method is like giving the flying sword eyes. After flying a circle, you can easily see all the scenery of Chaoyang Mountain.

The feeling of looking down from a high altitude prompted him to walk around Chaoyang Mountain every morning.

At this moment, the red light shuttled into a line in the open space in front of the building, and the flying sword kept practicing the stab and stop. After a while, Chen Mu put away the Zhuyu magic sword with reluctance.

The gray wall was brought up, and the Qianji method items emerged.

Pulling Machine Method: 8015/10000/Level 4;

"Interest is the biggest motivation." Chen Mu thought happily.

He didn't practice deliberately, but just let the magic sword fly around the mountain when he was free. Unknowingly, he had earned more than 8,000 experience points from Pulling Machine Method.

He stretched again and urged the Five Ghosts Black Smoke to brush from head to toe, washing away the dust and taking away the fatigue. Chen Mu was refreshed and went into the kitchen on the first floor to make breakfast for himself.

...

In front of the porch.

Chen Mu sat on a low bamboo chair, chewing on the Qi family pie while habitually urging the Listening Method.

The next moment, the noise of the market at the foot of the mountain came to his ears.

This is a habit he has developed recently, just like listening to the radio, listening to the Jilongshan Market Channel every day, keeping up with the changes in Jilongdao.

"Recruiting soldiers and horses, preparing to continue to expand the territory?"

"Tsk, it's not over yet."

Picking up a chopstick of cold mountain wild vegetables and eating it, Chen Mu curled his lips helplessly.

Before, he would worry about the belligerence of Jilong Dao, but now he is a little accustomed to it.

Since the relocation of the upper house, Jilong Dao has been like a clockwork, constantly annexing small sects and expanding its territory.

Fortunately, Jilong Mountain has become a branch house and a production base for spiritual rice and spiritual medicine, so these battles do not affect this side.

"This Jilong Mountain is really the right place to come."

Just as he was listening to all kinds of gossip with relish, a slight but strange sound came to his ears.

Listening carefully, he found that the sound came from the yellow bud rice fields all over the mountain.

"Yellow bud rice... wailing?"

Chen Mu was startled and forgot to swallow the yellow bud rice porridge he put into his mouth.

After listening carefully for a while, he couldn't help but frown and stood up, looking at the layers of terraces at the bottom of the mountain: "I have to go and see."

Yellow bud rice is the main material of the Bigu Pill. Once the production is reduced, it will definitely affect his Bigu Pill refining.

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For several days, Chen Mu could not help but observe the yellow rice carefully with the listening method while practicing in the small building, and even went to the spiritual field to check it out.

But as time passed, the yellow rice continued to send out hunger signals, and the branches and leaves that were originally full and upright had even begun to wilt.

In front of the porch, Yuanbao squatted in a daze and looked at the sky.

Mo Wuzhou stared at the yellow rice field at the foot of the mountain with a frown.

He was a disciple who walked out of the lower courtyard and had also planted yellow rice. But no matter how he checked, he couldn't find the problem. He consulted several old farmers who had been planting spiritual rice for many years, and tried some measures together, but there was still no improvement.

"Is it possible that some kind of strange beast or insect is plundering the vitality?" Chen Mu sat in the rocking chair and squinted at the spiritual field at the foot of the mountain.

"Did you find anything?" Mo Wuzhou was a little surprised.

"It's just a little guess." Chen Mu shook his head.

He has been investigating these two days. With his third-level planting technology, the reason for the decline of the yellow rice can be easily discovered.

"The current symptoms of Huangya rice are caused by the lack of vitality."

"The spiritual vitality of the earth that should have been absorbed by Huangya rice seems to have been secretly taken away by something."

He suspected that there was some unknown beast and insect causing trouble.

"Did Yuanbao find anything?" Chen Mu looked at the big toad beside him.

"Quack!"

"No?" Chen Mu couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "That's strange."

If there really is any insect, it should not be difficult to find it with the talent of the big toad race.

"If I can't find the reason, I can only ask for help from Master Song." Mo Wuzhou was helpless.

It's not just Huangya rice that is affected, the medicinal fields in Jilong Mountain have also shown varying degrees of sluggishness.

"It's great if Elder Song can help." Chen Mu said with a smile.

Song Wuji is best at controlling and raising insects, and he is an old-fashioned Ningqiao master. If there is any major change, this master can also be in the front.

But Mo Wuzhou was still frowning.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Mu was puzzled.

"I'm afraid that Master Song can't solve it either."

"Do you know something?" Chen Mu raised his eyebrows.

Mo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Mu, pondered for a moment and said: "Remember Chongshan Road?"

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat: "Are you talking about the withering incident of spiritual rice at Chongshan Road's resource point?"

Mo Wuzhou nodded: "That state is called withering disease by the elders."

"It starts with the spiritual rice and spiritual medicine gradually withering and dying, and then it will affect all the vegetation."

"In the end, the entire spiritual vein mountain will become a wasteland, no longer suitable for survival and cultivation."

Mo Wuzhou looked solemnly at the yellow tooth rice field in front of the mountain: "I suspect that Jilong Mountain may have been infected unknowingly."

"Jilong Mountain was once the core of the Taoism, and it prospered for hundreds of years. How could it be so easily infected and destroyed?" Chen Mu couldn't believe it.

Mo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Mu: "Chongshan Road also has hundreds of years of Taoism, but its mountain gate has now become a bare loess mountain."

Chen Mu's face suddenly turned ugly.

...

In less than half a month, the situation has begun to deteriorate rapidly.

The green yellow rice on the mountain withered uncontrollably, and now it has turned into a mixture of yellow and green.

Chen Mu stood in front of the French window on the second floor, looking at the terraced fields below from afar.

Thick smoke rose from the fields, which was the disciples of the lower house eradicating and burning the spiritual fields that were severely withered.

Not only that, in the past period of time, the disciples of the lower house sprinkled a lot of insecticides in the spiritual fields and buried a lot of bone meal fertilizer. But it still couldn't stop the spread of the withering symptoms.

"Jilong Mountain, really got that inexplicable withering disease?" Chen Mu's face was ugly.

Song Wuji had arrived at Jilong Mountain not long ago.

On the same day, countless spiritual insects were released to search the mountain, but still nothing was found.

"It's troublesome."

In the evening, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair in front of the window on the second floor, frowning, and the beautiful fiery red sunset couldn't attract his attention.

"Have the elders of Jilong Road discovered some problems long ago, so they led the relocation of the upper house?"

"It's only been less than a year since it was changed to a separate house. Are they going to run away again?" Chen Mu was helpless.

He has been running around in the past few years, and he hasn't had a long stable life.

"I really hope to come to a paradise where I can work hard to the extreme before going out."

"What a pity..."

Just thinking about whether to run away, a small paper figure of the Five Ghosts suddenly flew to the window.

Since the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains were trained to the limit, the Five Ghosts Paper Figure seemed to be alive, running around the house on weekdays.

Chen Mu was surprised and didn't care much.

But today, the paper figure with a big mouth and running happily in front of Chen Mu was not ordinary. It did not appear alone, and it was riding a gray-white smoke ball that was more than one meter long and looked like a long snake.

The smoke ball kept twisting under his feet, and it was like a living thing!

"What is this?" Chen Mu curiously leaned over to take a look.

The next moment, the long snake smoke suddenly jumped in front of him, and its front end changed dramatically, suddenly revealing a stranger's face.

The man had no expression on his face, almost close to Chen Mu, staring at him with dead eyes.

Fuck!

He shuddered with fear, and subconsciously slapped him.

But he didn't think that he slapped in the air, and his palm passed through the white smoke without any hindrance.

But at this moment, Chen Mu felt that his right hand was like being soaked in an ice cave for a whole day, piercingly cold.

And the long snake smoke with a human face also took advantage of the gap when the five ghost paper figures flew up to avoid it, and swung its smoke-like tail and disappeared out of thin air.

"What the hell is this? How could it appear in Wuyan Mountain?!" Chen Mu's scalp tightened.

Feeling the residual coldness on his palm, he felt creepy.