My Debauched Devotion

　　 Lin Yunzi bowed his hands and quit silently.

　　 Before the high case, the hands that counted Mai stopped suddenly, solidified for a moment, and reluctantly opened the hat.

　　 That is an old face with drooping eyelids.

　　 After confirming Xiao Ran's identity, the old man got up, thinking a little bit.

　　 "Bai Li Qingfeng met Brother Xiao."

　　 After speaking, he sat down, his voice was loose and dry, slightly disrespectful.

"You are Welcome."

　　 Xiao Ran had heard Lin Yunzi's introduction about this person before.

　　 Baili Qingfeng is the peak owner of Dagu Peak, taught by Lingnong, and cultivated by Jindan. He is good at large-scale planting of Linggu, especially in the aspects of inducing wind and opening canals.

　　 From Xiao Ran's full-scale farming eyes, looking at the spiritual field of Dagufeng, Baili Qingfeng is at least 60% above the level.

　　 It's a pity that after the Age of Dominance, the harvest of Dagufeng Lingtian has been greatly reduced. The old man Baili can't find a good way after hard work. Now that he is old and simply gives up, he will inevitably be a little negligent.

　　 Although the coaches and direct disciples of the inner door are of the same generation, they usually call each other respectful brother and sister.

　　 What's more, spiritual agriculture is originally a non-pillar industry in Zongzhi Mountain. In addition, due to poor production and harvest, its status in the door has been declining year by year, and it is always on the verge of being forgotten.

　　 There is only a certain persevering coach in the gate, who comes to Otani Peak for two hours a day to farm.

　　 It is said that the disciples come to visit this kind of thing, and I never encounter it once a year.

　　 "Brother Xiao is really young and promising."

　　 Baili Qingfeng said with a compliment.

　　 Not really flattering like Lin Yunzi, Baili Qingfeng's young and promising sentence is slightly ironic.

　　 After all, with his golden core cultivation skills, a single finger can kill Xiao Ran thousands of times, and it is inevitable to underestimate this mortal who has entered the fairy gate inexplicably.

　　 Xiao Ran did not greet each other, and said straight to the point:

　　 "I need fine seeds, fresh Linggu and natural yeast."

　　 Yeast?

　　 Baili Qingfeng pouted and said:

　　 "It's all about this point, is Brother Xiao still thinking about making wine?"

　　 Xiao Ran naturally knew what this bone-eye meant, but he was too lazy to wrestle and make a quick decision.

　　 "This is what the master ordered."

　　 Baili Qingfeng's old face stiffened, and immediately respected a lot.

　　 "Please follow me to the barn and have a look."

　　 The underground barn is ventilated, cool and dry.

　　 Check out Gudui, from the Qi Refining Realm to the Golden Core Realm Daogu and Maigu, but at least it was Chen Guzi six months ago.

　　 can be used as a seed, but it is slightly insufficient as a material for making sake.

　　 Baili Qingfeng filled two sacks of high-quality wheat seeds and gave them to Xiao Ran for free.

　　 However, Xiao Ran still paid two spirit stones.

　　 He didn't want to owe this old man favor.

　　 These Chen Gu grades are not bad, but the quality is mediocre, and they can't enter the eyes of full-level brew masters.

　　 "I need fresh fine grains, and I will make sake tonight."

　　 The legendary one-night sake brewing?

　　 Could it be that this is the wine master deliberately selected by the sword elder?

　　 Baili Qingfeng dare not neglect.

　　 "Fresh high-quality valleys suitable for brewing sake require Brother Xiao to enter the valleys himself and pick and pick them one by one. As for yeast, there are many black mushrooms that can cultivate natural yeast in the wild forest under Xiaoxiaofeng Mountain in the southwest."

　　 After finishing the words, he handed the jade slip from Yanai to Xiao Ran.

　　 "Thank you."

　　……

　　 came to the valley.

　　 The wind is melodious and the river is rushing.

　　 Xiao Ran briskly walked on the paddy dike, shuttled in the golden wheat field.

　　 The breeze came slowly, and the faint fragrance of the valley filled the world.

　　Autumn light shone, and the fragrance of wheat ears permeated.

　　 Xiao Ran remembered the scene of picking tea in Chashan when he was a child.

　　 The scenery is beautiful, but the tea is not worth a few dollars.

　　 The scenery here is more beautiful and the waves are magnificent, but the grade and quality of Lingzhi are mediocre. Compared with the herbs on Baicao Peak, the gap is too far.

　　 After walking a long way, Xiao Ran couldn't find a satisfactory fresh valley.

　　Occasionally I met a few spiritual farmer disciples working in the valley. They all looked quite old, lifeless, and lacklustre.

　　 When these older disciples saw Xiao Ran, they only greeted Xiao Ran symbolically, and then went on their own business. No one was a tour guide for him.

　　 Xiao Ran walked by the river.

　　 suddenly smelled an unnoticeable fragrance.

　　 Xunxiang looked carefully.

　　 is actually a few grains of wheat ears floating in the river!

　　 This scent is unusual...

　　 Xiao Ran hurriedly jumped into the water, picked up a piece of grain, and chewed it in his mouth.

　　 Well, the appearance is average, the grade is not high, but the quality is... absolutely!

　　Walking up the river for seven or eight miles, Xiao Ran came to a certain hillside and found a wheat field of several acres.

　　The wheat stalks are very mixed, green and yellow, tall and short, straight and curved, and grow messily in the same wheat field.

　　 Mai Gusheng's appearance is not good, each has its own grade and its own flaws.

　　 The only thing in common is that each wheat has a different, but very prominent fragrance.

　　 It is a kind of very high level of transparency, a kind of free, introverted, wheat fragrance that is not emitted for humans.

　　 Weeds grow on the edge of the wheat field.

　　 A middle-aged man with a hat and a shaggy beard, with a **** handle on his head and a sword in his arms, lying in the weeds.

　　 was wearing a farming uniform, with a short ear of wheat in his mouth, and humming a melodious song.

　　 The humming music is gentle and fluttering, seeming to carry some magical power that allows the wheat plants to grow freely.

　　 For a moment, Xiao Ran seemed to see...the watcher in the wheat field.

　　 took care of these wheat fields, it can be seen that they are not ordinary people.

　　 Xiao Ran admired, and clasped his fists far away:

　　 "The younger generation needs some fresh wheat to make wine, can the seniors cut their love?"

　　 The middle-aged man lifted a corner of the hat, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Xiao Ran's high-level cyan disciple robe.

　　 probably knew the identity of Xiao Ran.

　　 But he didn't give him a high look because Xiao Ran was a personal disciple.

　　 did not look down at him because he was a mortal.

　　 There is no joy or sadness.

　　 "I'm not your predecessor, please take care of yourself."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Xiao Ran went deep into the wheat field and began to choose carefully.

　　 He is precise to every ling wheat, and what he pursues is not the perfect appearance, or the high-end and uniformity of the grade, but the selection of the quality close to perfect wheat.

　　 He was very slow and patient.

　　 The middle-aged man seems to be asleep, but he can't sleep anymore.

　　 Because of the behavior of this new personal disciple...

　　 is not a realm that a mortal can reach!

　　 He can accurately find the grains with perfect quality-even though these grains are of different sizes, uneven colors, and crooked melons and dates.

　　 met an expert!

　　Is the master brewing master specially found by the elder holding the sword?

　　 He was calm.

　　 After half an hour, Xiao Ran finally collected two catties of wheat.

　　 It is not a big problem to produce ten catties of sake with this amount.

　　 "This is Lingshi."

　　 Xiao Ran respectfully took out five spirit stones to show respect.

　　 The middle-aged man shook his head.

　　 "I don't need spirit stones. If you are sincerely grateful, please help me get rid of the weeds and pests in the fields."

　　 The corners of Xiao Ran's eyes gathered slightly, only calmly said:

　　 "Senior said and laughed."

"Ok?"

　　 "In this field, there is not a single redundant pest, nor a single redundant weed. They are all selected companion plants and worms of the predecessors."

　　 The middle-aged man was slightly surprised.

　　 rose slowly with the sword.

　　His figure is very tall, revealing an indescribable vicissitudes of life.

　　 "It seems that your Excellency is very knowledgeable about the fields."

　　 Xiao Ran respectfully clasped his fists.

　　 "Senior praised."

　　 The middle-aged man came to the river and looked at the water, pressing down the front of the hat.

　　 "May I take the liberty to ask you a question?"

　　 "Senior, please."

　　 "If one day Nether is besieging Zongzhi Mountain, you will have two choices."

　　 The voice of the middle-aged man was very calm, with a touch of vicissitudes and compassion.

　　 "The first type, you choose to draw your sword, and you will eventually die in the mouth of the ghost because of the great disparity between the enemy and us~www.ltnovel.com~

　　 "The second kind, you judge the situation, retreat cautiously, escape into a safe underground cave, start secretly farming, continue the fire, and wait for the day to come back."

　　 "How would you choose?"

　　 Xiao Ran thought.

　　 The first one is to survive and continue the incense, waiting for the day to come back. This is the absolute correct choice in theory.

　　 But when you think about it carefully, only a few people can enjoy such a chance to survive, and most people will die in the mouth of the ghost regardless of resistance or not.

　　 And as a disciple with a sword, in this case, it is impossible to squander the lives of the weak and choose to step back and farm.

　　 Although he is good at farming.

　　 But farming can be done by women and the weak, and the duty of the sword bearer is to protect their farming safety.

　　 "I can draw a sword."

　　 Xiao Ran answered without hesitation, and then said:

　　 "But I will not die in Nether's mouth."

　　In a flash!

　　 The river turned up a wave.

　　 The wheat field is rippling with waves.

　　 The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

　　 "It's worthy of being a high disciple chosen by the elder holding the sword. I was abrupt."

　　 He saw firmness and self-confidence in Xiao Ran.

　　 These two points are precisely the most precious qualities of a sword bearer.

　　 Xiao Ran's farming attainments are very high, but his cultivation base is just a mortal, and he looks like an excellent farmer.

　　 But in his opinion, this is a better sword holder with unlimited potential.

　　 Xiao Ran was a little curious, and asked with a fist:

　　 "How do you call senior?"

　　 The middle-aged man turned around and took off his hat, revealing a pair of chapped skin and sparse beard, but with an infinitely free and easy face.

　　 "Chen Yingxing."