Chapter 90 Ceremony (Congratulations to the leader of KKRGUN!)
Time flies, January flies by.
Mirror Moon Lake.
In the medicine field area, under the second-order spiritual peach tree in the center.
Ruan Xingling wore a pink palace dress, stroking the simple and simple branches of the peach tree like a horned dragon, her face seemed to be reminiscing, nostalgic...
On the branches of the spirit peach tree, there are still a few green peaches hanging, obviously immature.
"I remember... this peach has a life span of three years. It tastes really sweet. It's a pity that my father didn't let me eat more, saying that I would save it for the children who laid the foundation in the future. This peach has mild spiritual power and no erysipelas. Wonderful product... Back when Bandit Lu rebelled, my father clearly had the luxury to destroy the tree, but he really couldn't bear it..."
Ruan Xingling seemed to be talking to herself: "Now... this spiritual plant has finally returned to my hands."
"Xingling, you can bear the humiliation and bear the burden, and finally you get your revenge. The old man is also very pleased."
An old man in a crane robe walked slowly, it was Feng Baimeng.
He lightly twirled his beard, and said in a gentle tone, "You don't have to worry about the alliance now, you have the face of an old man, and the rotten old man has some contacts. After all, your Ruan family is the rightful owner of Peach Blossom Island. Now that you are suppressing the rebels, no one can say anything... "
"As for the nearby families, my Bai Yufeng family and Heisha Mo family naturally fully support you. They are in-laws after all... Then Lu Jingqing also knows this, and he doesn't make friends with our two families. Strange, but how can the gold-toothed old monster fight against the three of us for a mere dead man? Your position as the island owner is very secure. I don’t know when will be the grand ceremony for becoming the island owner? I will definitely ask Manlou to bring a copy Great congratulations!"
Feng Baimeng chattered a lot, talking a lot.
It seems that when people get old, they will become more nagging: "By the way, do you still remember Manlou? The kid back then is now growing up like a tree, a man of talent!"
"This is the spiritual land of Peach Blossom Island, how can I give it to outsiders? That's nothing more than a rotten wood veteran. The other three casual practitioners are only in the middle stage of refining Qi, and they don't have any connections or skills..."
Ruan Xingling's face was firm: "I have my own plan for this matter. My Ruan family is short of staff and needs help!"
"Take a photo!" Feng Baimeng clapped his palms and said with a smile, "You are short of manpower. Don't I have the Bai family and the Mo family? They are both a family, and will they harm you?"
"Hey...why do you force me?" The lines on Ruan Xingling's face gradually became stiff: "Since great-grandfather came here, Xingling made it clear...even if she wants to find a husband in the future, she will never choose from the Mo family and the Feng family. After all, my surname is Ruan!"
"you…"
Feng Baimeng's beard trembled slightly, but soon calmed down, and sighed: "Oh... Yuan Zhan has a good daughter."
…
Emerald Cliff.
A group of mortals took the blueprint given by Fang Xi, laying foundations, stacking bricks...working very hard.
Fang Xi occasionally came over to inspect the supervisors, and they were all trembling, with humble and ingratiating smiles, they almost knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Moreover, most of them are wearing worn-out clothes with many patches, and they look yellow and emaciated.
But that's it, they all feel stronger than the people of Yue.
Seeing this, Fang Xi could only secretly rejoice that she was no longer a commoner without spiritual roots.
Otherwise, this day is really hard to live.
He came to the spiritual field and began to weed and fertilize...
Occasionally performing the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique and the Gengjin Grass Sword, I feel that my old profession has not fallen behind after all.
"Hoo..."
After finishing another acre of farm work, Fang Xi raised her waist and took a deep breath.
"Generally speaking, a Lingnong will only work on three or four mu of land if he dies."
"Now I have thirteen acres of land. If it is normal, I can hire several spiritual farmers and become a small landlord of the immortal version... Then I will have a beautiful wife, beautiful maidservant, rich clothes and fine food, and a mansion compound. I am so happy!"
"Fortunately, I am a physical trainer, so I can support it alone."
After expressing his emotions, Fang Xi continued to work with his head bowed.
According to Ling Zhifu's inheritance, after the spiritual field has been treated, the seeds of red blood spiritual rice can be sprinkled.
This spiritual rice is planted in spring and harvested in autumn. During the period, it needs to be irrigated with special spiritual water. It is best to mix some wild animal blood, and the blood of monsters is the best.
In this way, the Lingmi planted will be full of energy and blood.
Monster blood may be troublesome for other spirit farmers, but for Fang Xi, it is similar to ordinary spring water.
"Fang Daoyou, where are you growing Lingmi?!"
Half an hour later, a large paper crane slowly flew over, and one person jumped off from it, it was the dead wood old man!
He greeted with a smile, and saw Fang Xi raised his head: "Fellow Daoist Rotten Wood, are you here to revive the spirit stone? Didn't I say that this spirit stone will be returned to you when the spirit rice is harvested!"
"It's not about twenty spirit stones..."
The old Taoist Kuchiki shook his hands quickly, and looked at the field again: "Eh? Fellow Daoist actually planted red blood spiritual rice? This kind of spiritual rice can't be sold at a high price..."
"The local aura is insufficient, so we will first grow those that do not require high aura, and then cultivate fertility..."
Fang Xi jumped onto the edge of the field, rubbed her hands together: "I don't know why you came here?"
"Three days later, there will be the ceremony for Fairy Ruan's inauguration as the island owner." When it comes to business, the old Taoist Kuchimu has a solemn expression: "The old Taoist is here to send the invitation card!"
"Um!"
Fang Xi took the invitation, glanced at it and put it in the storage bag casually: "Thank you, fellow daoist, and please tell me that we will arrive in three days later!"
He thought for a while, and still reminded: "This time, Fairy Ruan's grand ceremony, it is said that people from the Feng family and the Mo family will come..."
"oh!"
Fang Xi wanted to create a withdrawn image, so she answered a few words in a eccentric manner on purpose.
The old Taoist Kuchimu was a little anxious, so he said directly: "Fairy Ruan still values the four of us, but after all, we are dependent on others, so it is best to form a group and advance and retreat in unison, so that we can support each other!"
Fang Xi, doesn't he even understand this?
"I see!"
Fang Xi nodded, then shook his head again: "But I just want to work on the Emerald Cliff, and I really don't want to care about the chores outside. Friends, let's avoid the discussion of advancing and retreating together..."
The veteran Kuchimu was speechless for a long time, and finally stomped his feet and walked away.
…
Three days later.
Mirror Moon Lake.
Ruan's mansion.
A nearby monk gathered together and sat at more than a dozen tables.
Red silk was also hung in the courtyard, which looked very festive.
The table is filled with freshly picked lingering fruits and cakes made from linging rice, and the tea is served like running water.
Fang Xi randomly picked a low-grade magic weapon among the spoils as a congratulatory gift, and was arranged to sit on the edge, just sitting at the table with Wei Yixin and his wife.
He is old-fashioned, long-sleeved and good at dancing. He became a temporary confidant, entertaining guests like half of the host's family.
Occasionally some monks saw Fang Xi and the others, with envy, jealousy...even resentment in their eyes!
"Fairy Ruan is not wise, why do you want to recruit these casual cultivators, I think their cultivation bases are average..."
"Yeah, it's still possible to get out of the spiritual land, even if it's not popular, it's still a foundation! It's really a dog's luck!"
What is casual practice? Being like duckweed, living in no fixed place, drifting with the wind, old with nowhere to rely on... is the lowest level in the world of cultivating immortals!
With a piece of spiritual land, there is a foundation for establishing a family or sect.
I don’t know how many casual cultivators have been looking forward to this all my life!
However, there is no hope in my life.
Now that Fang Xi's four casual cultivators have successfully landed, they are naturally full of envy, and there are even some resentful people!
"You don't understand this, Fairy Ruan's move is brilliant."
An old monk with a blushing face took a sip of spiritual tea and started talking: "Although he is a great master in the late stage of Qi refining, after all, there is only one person, so he gathers the wings of casual cultivators who have no foundation, and introduces the influence of in-laws, so Internal and external checks and balances can ensure a moment of peace... Then promote the spiritual root children among mortals, give them the surname Ruan, and take root deeply, to stand up for the tripartite... After decades, the trusted monks grow up, and this is like an iron barrel. ah!"
Fang Xi's ears are much more sensitive than those of Wei Yixin and his wife. Hearing this, she immediately felt speechless.
It’s just a small island, and all the mountains and rivers have been created.
Could it be that this old Xiu started his career as a feng shui swindler? Have you ever practiced dragon slaying or something?
"Fang Daoist, please drink tea!"
Wei Yixin forced a stiff smile on his face, and took the initiative to ease the relationship with Fang Xi.
In the past few days, he has been enlightened by Taoist companions, and he has also reacted.
In the future, he will be a well-established monk, so he no longer needs to fight and kill, but still has to build a good relationship with his neighbors.
It's a good thing, not a bad thing!
What's more, the Peach Blossom Island is not all calm!
"Well, Xian and his wife have already settled down in Xifeng? What do you plan to do for a living in the future?"
Fang Xi drank the spiritual tea and asked a casual question.
"There are quite a lot of houses on the west peak, and they can be lived in after a little repair..." This time it was Hua Chanjuan who took the initiative to talk, she smiled sweetly, her body was full of vitality, and her brows were full of expectations for the future: "There is still a sea of flowers, It’s so beautiful... I know how to breed jade bees with my own hands, and I plan to domesticate more, so that I can harvest spiritual honey in the coming year, but I am the head of the family, I am used to killing people with a knife, and I can’t even make a honeycomb. It’s crooked, but Ugly..."
"Now that we have the spiritual land, we can save the pills for cultivation in the future, so we can buy more spiritual seeds. Fellow Daoist is the husband of spiritual plants, so please teach us how to farm. I don't want to go to the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife again." Now, I just sold the magic weapon, and I can buy a few nice clothes..."
She rambled on for a long time, and finally invited: "I and the head of the family are going to start a family, how about we call it 'Twin Webster'?"
"Why is it easy to talk about this kind of thing?"
Wei Yixin blushed.
Fang Xi was startled, then looked at Hua Chanjuan's flat belly, feeling a little speechless.
If you want to form a Qi refining family, the other party still has a long way to go.
"White Feather Island is full of wind and style, and Heisha Island Mo Family Mo Qingyu, here!"
Outside the door, a voice full of anger from the old man of Kuchimu came.
Most of the guests looked around and saw two young monks, one in white and the other in green robes, coming hand in hand.
"The Feng family and the Mo family are shameless, and they want to be a son-in-law, I'm sorry!"
Hua Chanjuan spat in a low voice, her expression was not very good-looking.
(end of this chapter)