Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

I see.

Lu Xuanji was enlightened.

Long time acquaintance.

At this moment, the old ancestor sensed something and opened the jade talisman: "Danyang sent the monks to collect the family offerings, is the little guy interested in serving tea?"

"My ancestor's life, don't dare to refuse!"

Lu Xuanji said.

Leaving the library and entering the parlour.

Bringing the tea, Lu Xuanji stood respectfully aside.

The guest is a fifteen-year-old boy, very ordinary, only with a pair of bright eyes, which makes him extraordinary.

"Danyang School, Ye Taizhen has met fellow Daoist."

the teenager laughed

"It turns out that it is a Taoist friend of the Taizi generation!" said the ancestor, "There are twenty-three people in the Lu family who build the foundation, and one in the Zifu. The foundation has 100 spiritual stones every year, and the Zifu has a thousand spiritual stones. After ten years, there are 100 spiritual stones. For the 33,000 spirit stones, Daoist friends have collected them!"

Said, handed a storage bag.

Ye Taizhen took the storage bag, opened it, and checked it carefully, "Clear vision, the account is correct!"

"Farewell!"

Ye Taizhen cupped his hands and said, saying goodbye and leaving.

I didn't even drink tea, I just left.

From appearing to leaving, it took only ten breaths.

"Does it hurt?" the ancestor asked.

"It hurts!"

Lu Xuanji said.

Thirty-three thousand spirit stones, equivalent to three foundation building pills.

Qi cultivator, the annual salary ranges from ten spirit stones to fifty spirit stones;

The cultivator in the foundation-building stage has an annual salary of no more than one hundred spirit stones to five hundred spirit stones.

"I also feel distressed, but spending money may not buy peace, but if you don't spend money, you will not be safe." The ancestor said leisurely, "retire!"

"Yes!"

Lu Xuanji left respectfully.

Life is the same, simple and repetitive.

At the same time, he was thinking about how to increase the yield of Baiyang rice per mu.

Mainly to farming, also known as Lingzhifu.

Compared with alchemy masters who need to burn money, artifact refiners need talent, array masters need comprehension, and spiritual planters have the lowest threshold, they only need spiritual fields and seeds to farm.

But it is also farming. Some can grow 200 catties of spiritual rice, while others can grow 230 catties of spiritual rice. This is the difference between different spiritual planters.

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In the blink of an eye, four years have passed.

In the cave, Lu Xuanji opened his eyes, golden light radiated from his eyes, and electricity was generated in the empty room.

The body rattled and rattled, making one after another sound, and the muscles and bones groaned in unison. The red light flickers and fluctuates; then the green light changes, and the yellow light changes up and down.

Finally, the three colors of light, green, yellow, and red, are constantly alternating and undulating.

The three-color light undulated in the cave, and after half an hour, the breath subsided, and it returned to its normal appearance.

At this time, it is already the third level of Qi training.

Originally, it was estimated that it would take five years, but one could practice the [Qinglian Fortune Art], which was deduced by [Fate Deduction], and it would take four years to enter the third level of Qi training.

Feeling the breath on his body, Lu Xuanji felt extremely comfortable.

The three major attributes of fire, earth and wood are cultivated simultaneously, not only taking into account their own attributes, but also perfectly fitting themselves, and the operation is extremely smooth.

"Eighteen years old!"

Lu Xuanji sighed.

In the cave house, a fire is directly lit, the copper tripod is poured into Lingquan water, Baiyang rice is poured, and the rice is steamed.

Fire is spiritual fire.

After a while, bursts of fragrance emanated from the inside of the tripod.

Opened the copper tripod, took out the white rice with a wooden spoon, and put it into the wooden bowl. Another three bowls were taken out, which contained meat soup made from monster meat, dishes made from spirit medicine, and a bowl of medicinal wine.

Enter into the eating.

Lingmi, the warmth in my stomach when I'm late;

Spiritual wine, drink it in the mouth like fire.

Spiritual flesh, smooth and soft, with a chewy head.

While eating the meal, the stomach is peristalizing slightly, digesting the food.

The spiritual energy contained in the food is slowly refined by the body, delicate and gentle, nourishing the body.

The level of food determines the level of life.

The higher the level of life, the more refined the food.

In the eyes of mortals, immortals are high above the sky, eating dew and meal, and breathing in spiritual energy for a living. But it's not the case, monks also need to eat spiritual rice, spiritual medicine, and spiritual pills.

To open up a cave above the spiritual veins, and to absorb the spiritual energy and refine it into true energy, this is the monk's regular cultivation method.

But the spiritual energy of the Lingmai is violent and restless. After it is absorbed into the body, it must be suppressed by the use of mental power, and its rage and restlessness must be eliminated by continuous refining. After absorbing spiritual energy for a period of time, you should rest and recuperate, so as not to damage the meridians.

Lingmi, grown through Lingtian, contains spiritual temperature that is gentle and nourishing. After cultivators eat it, it will not hurt the meridians, but it can also nourish the body and increase cultivation.

There are a lot of spiritual fields near the spiritual veins, and a lot of spiritual rice is grown as food.

Ling rice is a necessities for monks.

A cultivator can live without eating Lingmi, but his cultivation will stagnate and his progress will be much slower.

After eating and drinking, Lu Xuanji was resting on the bed, when the jade pendant in his arms vibrated, and a message came.

"Father is back!"

After receiving the message, Lu Xuanji left the cave and walked towards the house.

At the foot of the mountain, in the courtyard, Lu Xuanji met his father and mother.

"Mother, father...you are back!"

Lu Xuanji said.

"I'm back, I haven't seen each other for three years!"

Father said.

"Son, come and hug!" The mother stepped forward, but found that her son had grown up and could not be hugged.

"Son, this is a gift I brought to you!"

As my father said, he took out some gifts from the storage bag.

The sword is like autumn water, exuding bright light, unparalleled sharpness, dancing in the air and making a chi chi sound. Not only is it sharp, there are also a series of runes inside the spirit sword that are combined together, turning into a large rune formation, inspiring the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and nourishing the body of the sword.

The three-footed Qingfeng has a sword on the hilt.

"This is the Qiushui Sword, a first-class spiritual weapon. My son, come and use it!"

Father pointed a finger, and the spirit sword flew over.

Lu Xuanji took the spirit sword and held it in his hand. It only weighed more than three kilograms, but it was unusually sharp.

Blood dripped on the spirit sword's core rune formation, leaving a blood mark, and immediately felt that the spirit sword seemed to be an extension of the arm, sensitive and fast.

A trace of true energy entered the rune formation, and the formation was activated.

The infuriating energy was being consumed violently. After three layers of infuriating energy were consumed, the flying sword flickered and turned into a stream of light to stab out. The speed was extremely fast, reaching 300 meters per second, and the void made a chi-chi sound.

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"Good sword!"

Lu Xuanji exclaimed.

"This is a second-level spiritual talisman, one is an earthen shield, which can form an earthen shield and can defend against an attack in the initial stage of foundation building; the other is a fireball talisman, which can issue a fireball technique of a foundation-building monk; the other is a teleportation talisman, which can be teleported to ten li Outside." Father said, and took out three jade talismans.

Taking the three jade talismans, Lu Xuanji was not happy, but worried: "Father, what happened?"

According to the family's regulations, before the seventh level of Qi training, most of them planted spiritual medicines near Qingfeng Mountain, mainly spiritual rice, and rarely dispatched them to perform tasks. It seems that these things are not needed.

But these gifts cost at least two hundred spirit stones.

My father's cultivation level on the third floor of the foundation building was only seven hundred and fifty spirit stones per year.

"Two years later, the once-in-a-century beast tide will come. At that time, your father will not be able to take care of you, so you have to be smarter." Father said worriedly.

"The ancestral land has a third-level spiritual formation, and I am safe here!"

Lu Xuanji said.

"You don't understand, the beast tide is terrifying!"

The father said: "When the beast tide comes, all kinds of low-level monsters fill the sky one after another, as if the tide swept everything and drowned everything. Don't say that you only practice the third level of Qi, that is, the cultivator of the foundation, the cultivator of the purple house, and even the cultivator of Jindan. Coke fell into it!"

"In the midst of the beast tide, some of the Zifu family's mountain-protecting formations are often breached!"

"Remember, two hundred years ago, one of the family's mountain protection formations was forcibly breached. There were three foundation-building cultivators, twenty-five qi-training cultivators, and 100,000 mortals were forcibly breached! "

Seemingly frightened, the father said solemnly: "Son, when the beast tide comes, don't think too much about other things, save yourself first."