Chapter 11 A small disaster every three years and a big disaster every ten years

"What's the matter?"

As early as Chen Mo walked this way, Wang Lixia had already noticed him.

"Senior, I have a merciless request, and I may need to trouble you."

His words were extremely polite.

However, the other party pulled his face and said coldly: "Since it is an unkind invitation, then don't say it."

Although his words were cold, Chen Mo didn't sound like he was completely refusing, so he hurriedly continued: "Senior, I will leave the rain distribution work in your spiritual field to me this year. How about that?"

Wang Lixia frowned slightly.

If we say three months last year, it was for borrowing Bigu Pill.

But what will the other party do this time after experiencing a good harvest?

"What are you planning this time?"

Chen Mo clasped his hands in fists and said, "Firstly, I want to repay you for your kindness in protecting the road last time. Secondly, I hope you can escort me again."

"Is this it?" Wang Lixia was a little surprised.

His stooped body couldn't even help but straighten up.

"My parents taught me that a drop of kindness must be repaid by a spring, let alone a life-saving kindness?"

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

"It's just that my realm is a bit stagnant. Without you, I'm afraid I would be the same as fellow Daoist Yin from the south."

Wang Lixia was slightly stunned and looked thousands of meters away.

"He didn't come back either?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Judging from the other party's tone, it seems that Yin Zheng is not the only one who suffered an accident!

"Has Fangshi recruited a new spiritual cultivator? I think there seems to be a monk on the second level of Qi Refining next door."

The Lingtian is only so big, and there are only so many Lingzhufu around.

Wang Lixia naturally knew everything.

"I haven't heard about it yet." Chen Mo looked back and said.

The other party stared at it for a moment and said slowly: "However, that monk has already rented six acres of spiritual land, and he probably won't take over that piece of land again."

She muttered to herself, "It seems that Ling Zhifu will be recruited again..."

Chen Mo didn't answer the other party's words.

He didn't plan to tell the other party that he wanted to take over Yin Zheng's land.

Although Wang Lixia will definitely know when the seeds enter the ground and the spiritual rain begins to fall, now is not the time to tell her!

"Senior, I made an appointment with Fangshi to buy some seeds..."

"Come find me tomorrow at Chenshi."

Before Chen Mo had a chance to finish his words, Wang Lixia issued an eviction order in disguise.

The food selling season has passed, and according to her experience, it is almost impossible to have a calamity repair.

But since the other party asked, she would go with him.

After all, if you don’t sell food, it’s just a matter of one day.

…

Early the next morning, Chen Mo stood guard by the wooden house early.

When the hour came, the waning figure of Fengzhu appeared on time.

Wang Lixia walked slowly on crutches.

This time, Chen Mo, who didn't need to push the cart, walked side by side on the left side of the opponent.

On the way, he kept saying:

"Senior, how long have you been a Lingzhifu?"

At first, Wang Lixia just snorted and glared, unnerved by the junior's nagging.

But following the other person's rapid-fire words, she finally spoke.

"What? You want to find out some secrets from me?"

Chen Mo shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, just chatting and chatting."

He doesn't have much purpose either.

Of course, I would be happy to ask some questions.

Under the bombardment of Chen Mo's words, Wang Lixia finally took the initiative to speak: "Lingzhifu, Lingzhifu, how is your practice of Flame Palm? Have you started?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo's hands "fired" like two balls of blazing fire.

And this hand directly caused Wang Lixia to stop and stare at his hands, silent for a long time.

After a long while, he finally said: "The state of proficiency?"

"That day when I saw you using Flame Palm, I felt envious, so I have been practicing hard every day for more than two months..."

"Stupid!" Wang Lixia scolded her, and then she looked embarrassed again, "That's it, that's all. Then haven't you been practicing in recent days?"

Chen Mo nodded apologetically.

He would not say that he was not only proficient in Flame Palm, but also gained 15 points of experience in Nourishing Qi Art!

"Why."

Wang Lixia shook her head with a wry smile and fell silent for a moment.

"Senior, do you think it is more important to improve your realm?" Chen Mo asked.

"Yes and no."

"Senior, please clarify."

"As far as I know, Guchenfang City, no, it should be said that this Ling Zhifu at the foot of Ziyun Peak Mountain, the highest level is only the fourth level of Qi Refining." Wang Lixia slowly explained, "Do you know the reason?"

"Insufficient resources?"

"It's quite clever. A good harvest year like last year is rare! Ziyun Peak suffers from a small disaster every three years and a major disaster every ten years." When she mentioned "disaster", Wang Lixia's old face showed a smile. Playful with an angry expression.

However, it was fleeting.

"What's the trouble?"

"A minor disaster every three years refers to drought, and a major disaster every ten years refers to insect plague!"

"Insect plague?!"

Chen Mo can understand the drought, it just means more watering.

But what is an insect plague?

It is true that there are insects in the spiritual field, but it will not cause a disaster!

"Realm is very important, and spells are also very important. If you have spare money..." Wang Lixia stopped talking.

Spare money?

How could he have any spare money?

"What happened to the spare money?"

Faced with further questioning, she still said it.

"You can buy a "Gengjin One Finger" with spare money. Compared with the Flame Palm, it is more effective in killing insects."

Gengjin One Finger?

The last time he went to the market, Chen Mo paid special attention to it.

However, he was not well-off, so he did not consider it.

"Senior, since Gengjin One Finger is better, why does the market give the spiritual plant husband the Flame Palm?" Chen Mo was a little puzzled.

"Heh." Wang Lixia sneered, "Do you think they are all good people?!"

After saying this, the other party stopped talking.

For the rest of the way, Chen Mo kept trying to figure out the meaning of the other party's words.

Gradually, a terrible idea emerged.

...

Near noon, the two arrived at the Guchen Market.

Unlike the bustle of the last time, the market was much quieter at this moment.

The spiritual plant husbands returned to their fields one after another, and the number of casual cultivators coming and going naturally decreased.

Wang Lixia waited at the entrance of the market, and Chen Mo came to the Niu family shop alone.

The guard at the door stopped him, and after a lot of effort, he informed Wei Wuwei in the shop.

The other party came out and was surprised when he saw him: "Didn't we agree to come and get the seeds next month?"

Chen Mo clasped his hands and said, "Boss Wei, the spiritual plant farmer next to me hasn't appeared for more than two months. It's time to turn the soil now. I'm afraid that if I don't take action, the land will be barren."

"Which cultivator next door?"

Wei Wuwei frowned. Although he had control over the spiritual fields in the market, it was impossible for him to know every spiritual plant farmer clearly.

Therefore, sometimes there would be situations where the spiritual plant farmer disappeared and the spiritual fields were barren.

"Yin Zheng."

"Yin Zheng? He should have rented two acres." Wei Wuwei thought and said to himself, "Thank you, Brother Chen, for reminding me! It seems that I have to find a new spiritual plant husband."

At this time, Chen Mo stepped forward and said frankly:

"Boss Wei, I wonder if I can rent that piece of spiritual land!"

"You?" Wei Wuwei looked at him in surprise.