Chapter 716: Farming in the Immortal World

Bai Yu looked at the dragon blood rice seedlings growing on the ground and couldn't help but smile.

Farming in the fairy world is really different.

I just don't know if Dragon Blood Rice can be grown in Longquan Blessed Land.

He took a dozen seeds and sent them to Longquan Blessed Land.

In the blessed land, Lao Mo had woken up from his deep sleep.

It took the seeds with great interest and began to practice the fairy planting technique.

"Woof woof~" (Gold medal farmer Lao Mo, come on!)

When ascending, it is not allowed to bring a pet.

However, Lao Mo is different from ordinary pets. He and Bai Yu depend on each other for life and death. He used the secret technique of fake death to hide in Longquan Blessed Land and ascended to the fairy world.

Just when they were busy, the leader of the reception, Yin Wenjun, returned to the General Affairs Hall.

"Old Luo, the new Shi Jian has settled down."

"I've been really lucky in the past ten years. Several lower world cultivators have ascended to heaven. In the past, there might not be one in a hundred years."

Old Luo waved his hand and motioned Yin Wenjun to sit down:

"What is Shi Jian's family background?"

Yin Wenjun shook his head:

"At least for now, his family background is not rich, worse than the previous ascenders."

"But those who can ascend must have something hidden."

"Don't worry, Old Luo, we have a lot of ways to make him spit it out."

"The work of the immortal farmer is hard and tiring, and the income is low. Sooner or later, this guy can't stand it, and he will have to beg us for help."

Old Luo nodded slightly and talked about another thing:

"How was Gao Zhilan last time?"

"This girl is very tough, we have to endure it a little longer."

...

The next day, Bai Yu got up early.

After meditating all night, he felt refreshed and comfortable.

The spiritual veins of this Shenying City are indeed extraordinary. Even in the low-level fairy fields, the speed of cultivation is several times higher than that of the lower world.

He picked up the hoe and went out to continue his fairy farming career.

He had been in the human world for 30,000 years and had experienced all kinds of days. The trouble of fairy farming was not in his eyes.

In the fairy field, the spiritual grains planted yesterday had grown to a finger high, like green dragon horns.

He held the hoe and was full of energy:

"One point of hard work, one point of harvest, only those who endure hardships can become the best."

"The world is not yet settled, you and I are all cattle and horses, just work hard."

He rushed into the fairy field and worked hard, more vigorously than the donkey in the production team.

After a morning, he reclaimed another acre of land.

During this period, he secretly tried his previous magical powers.

Because the laws of the world have changed, some magical powers are not adapted to the local conditions, and their power has been weakened a lot.

But in general, most of the magical powers are still very powerful. Bai Yu estimated that the actual power is not inferior to the immortal arts.

He roughly estimated that he had a 30% chance of winning against the local virtual immortal.

He defeated the opponent with three moves and seven.

After a short rest in meditation at noon, he started to sow and water again.

At this time, a voice came from the field next door:

"Daoyou, Dragon Blood Rice cannot be sown like this."

Bai Yu raised his hand and looked, but saw a blue-clothed Kun Xiu, of medium appearance, wearing a capable shorts, rolling up his trouser legs to expose a pair of bare jade feet.

He hurriedly said:

"I am Shi Jian, I am honored to meet this Taoist friend."

"Why do you say that dragon blood rice cannot be sown like this? I am following the fairy jade slip."

The blue-clothed Kun Xiu smiled and said:

"My name is Gao Zhilan, and I live in the cave next door."

"The fairy jade slip is outdated. We have to combine it with the actual situation. Does the jade slip say that a dragon blood rice should be planted every six feet?"

Bai Yu nodded repeatedly:

"That's right."

Gao Zhilan said:

"The fairy jade slip is from two thousand years ago. The dragon blood rice we plant now is taller than two thousand years ago. We have to plant it eight feet apart."

"And the germination rate of dragon blood rice is not high. It is best to plant two seeds in one pit."

Bai Yu suddenly realized and learned new knowledge.

He quickly took out a small notebook and prepared to write it down.

Gao Zhilan glanced at it and saw something about eighteen generations of ancestors, black smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb, etc. It looked like an account book.

Bai Yu realized that he had taken the wrong amount, and hurriedly smiled and changed the subject:

"Fellow Daoist Gao, it's so hot at noon, why don't you come and have a cup of spiritual tea."

Gao Zhilan was not shy and said openly:

"Okay, we will be neighbors in the future. If you don't understand anything about immortal plants, just ask me."

"There is also Lao Xu on the right. He has more experience than me. You can ask him for advice."

After entering the cave, Bai Yu took out spiritual tea to entertain them.

After a conversation, I learned that Gao Zhilan and Lao Xu were also ascended monks from the lower world.

In the days that followed, Bai Yu began his career as an immortal farmer.

Reclamation, planting, watering and fertilizing, catching insects and weeding...

Farming is difficult, and often you have to cooperate with your neighbors.

For example, when it is time to farm, three people must work together to reclaim one person's spiritual field first, and then the second person.

After several collaborations, Bai Yu became familiar with Gao Zhilan and Lao Xu.

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A few months later, Bai Yu looked at the fields and showed joy of a good harvest.

He saw that the hundred-acre fairy field was full of spiritual grasses more than ten feet high.

Each spiritual grain had a palm-sized ear of spiritual grain on the top, about twenty grains, each red as blood, like dragon teeth.

"Autumn harvest!"

Bai Yu waved his sickle and began to harvest, and the sickle was smoking.

After working for nearly a month, he harvested more than 9,000 kilograms of dragon blood rice.

Bai Yu couldn't help but make a fire and cook a few grains.

After peeling the shell, a fragrance came to his face, and the taste was sweet and endless, and a full energy flowed around his body.

By practicing the technique to refine this energy, his body was tempered again, and his strength increased a little.

The most amazing thing was that there seemed to be a hint of dragon in his blood.

Bai Yu was amazed again and again.

Look, the rice in the fairyland is so fragrant.

He wanted to eat all the dragon blood rice.

Unfortunately, he still had to pay rent.

More than 9,000 kilograms of dragon blood rice were exchanged for 30 immortal crystals.

Fifteen cents in tax and ten cents in cave rent, leaving only five immortal crystals!

A bottle of Dust Cleansing Spiritual Liquid costs two thousand immortal crystals. At this rate, it will take four hundred years to collect them.

If Lao Mo's share is added, it will take eight hundred years!

This is simply the brother of pure milk - pure cattle and horses.

Sure enough, farmers are a career with no bright future no matter where they are.

In a restaurant in the outer city of Shenying Immortal City.

Bai Yu and several fellow Taoists gathered together.

During this year, he also met several other ascended monks.

The situation of ascended monks was not good, so they naturally subconsciously huddled together for warmth.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man raised his head and took a sip of wine, saying:

"Tsk tsk, Lao Shi's Thunder Fire Spirit Wine is still strong enough."

This dark-skinned middle-aged man was named Xu Muzi, and he was another immortal farmer neighbor.

Old Xu was a little depressed and said:

"After a year, I can only make a few dozen immortal crystals. When can I get enough money for the Cleansing Spirit Liquid?"

His words resonated deeply with the people present.

Gao Xiaolin counted on her fingers:

"A bottle of Dust Purifying Spiritual Liquid costs two thousand, and I need five bottles in total, which is ten thousand."

"I also need to buy immortal cultivation methods, which costs thousands of immortal crystals, plus various cultivation resources. How can I expect to live forever?"

When they were in the lower world, they were all powerful figures. Now that they are in such a situation, they are naturally full of resentment.

Xu Muzi sighed:

"If I had known earlier, I would have joined the Flying Eagle Guard like Qin Ge'er did."