Chapter 43 Vicious Man

"Ah?" Lan Ling obviously didn't expect such a plan.

She looked into Chen Mo's eyes, and for a moment she thought that the other party's real purpose was the drunk aphids in the field?

In a flash, she realized it!

That's right, the other party's purpose was the drunk aphids.

Obviously, this was a test for herself. Only if she brought him insects, he would believe what she just said...

At this time, Chen Mo patted her on the back gently.

Gentlely said: "Go."

Lan Ling slowly took a step back, bit her lip and looked at him, saying: "Okay!"

"Don't worry, the spiritual sand will be given to you."

The other party nodded vigorously, turned around and went straight to Ho Chi Ping's spiritual field.

Chen Mo looked at her leaving back, raised the corner of his mouth, and stepped into his own spiritual field.

He pinched his fingers, and clouds and rain gathered in the sky.

With the rain spell coming down, this spell finally broke through the 200 mark.

After yesterday's incident, he had basically fallen out with Xiao Changhua, and he would not and would not go to the other party's spiritual field to make rain in the future.

Therefore, it was almost impossible to practice this rain-making spell to a small success before the autumn harvest at the end of the year.

However, Chen Mo was not in a hurry. With the Qi-transfer technique, his tolerance rate was obviously increased several times. Even if there was no harvest this year, he would not starve to death.

On the other hand, it was unknown what Lan Ling said to He Zhiping.

At this moment, the two were intimately picking up the corpses of drunken aphids that they had killed yesterday in the fields.

After watering, Chen Mo took out the futon and sat cross-legged.

Holding the low-grade spirit stone in his hand, he began to practice the Qi-nourishing Technique.

Now, with the spirit stone, his practice speed can be said to be nearly twice as fast. It is already April, and his Qi-nourishing Technique has accumulated 105 experience points.

At this speed, within about a month after the harvest, his realm will be able to break through the third level of Qi Refining!

One level a year!

This speed is not slow even in Ziyun Peak.

Of course, even for disciples of Ziyun Peak, unless they are outstanding people like Li Shangxian and Si Yu, ordinary disciples in the early stage of Qi Refining are not qualified to use low-grade spirit stones to practice!

At this moment, the spirit energy in this spirit stone has been consumed by more than half, and the luster is obviously no longer as good as before.

But even so, it is not comparable to spirit sand!

Chen Mo is very worried. If he can't afford to exchange the spirit stone next year after using it this year... can he go back?

...

Near noon.

After a busy day and a night of rest, Xiao Changhua walked out of the wooden house.

He habitually went to the spirit field to practice, but what he saw was dry and cracked soil.

In an instant, anger surged in his heart!

"Damn guy!"

He forgot that he had completely fallen out with the lowly spirit plant husband named Chen yesterday.

He even had the idea of ​​killing him!

But now, his ten acres of spirit field... no, there are still six or seven acres left... no one is watering it.

Although it is simple to take care of the spirit field, it is quite time-consuming!

It takes at least more than an hour to water once!

You know, in order to successfully break through the fourth level of Qi Refining and become a disciple of Ziyun Peak within two years, Xiao Changhua is now racing against time and cannot waste too much time on rain.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

At this time, Xiao Changhua was obviously very uncomfortable with doing these things again!

He struggled for a long time, and finally made up his mind and said to himself viciously: "Bow to a dead person, it's not bowing!"

After doing psychological preparation, Xiao Changhua quickly came to the spiritual field where Chen Mo was, but when he saw the other party's green spiritual rice seedlings without any signs of damage, he still secretly clenched his fists.

In his heart, he was even more angry!

And this small action was still captured by Chen Mo.

He was also a little confused about the other party's visit again, until the other party spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what happened yesterday was Xiao's fault; I was anxious at the time and spoke without restraint, please forgive me."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Mo instantly understood the other party's intention!

Yes, he still wanted him to make rain!

But the anger that just flashed across his face meant that the other party was not sincere at all.

At this moment, if it were a normal person's temper, he would naturally tease him, or sneer and mock him.

But no matter what kind of behavior it was, it was cool for Chen Mo, but it was not in line with the maximization of interests!

Since the other party has turned from a real villain to a hypocrite, he will accompany him.

"Senior Xiao, that's not right! I really couldn't spare my hands yesterday."

"I understand, I understand."

Chen Mo slapped his forehead and said with some annoyance: "Oh! I forgot."

After speaking, he stood up and rushed straight to the other party's spiritual field.

Without the other party speaking, the rain-making technique gained another 4 experience points.

On the other side, Xiao Changhua, who was practicing, nodded contentedly, thinking that this boy was sensible and didn't let him waste his breath.

It was obvious that he still wanted to please him!

However, no matter how much he tried to please him in the future, it would not be possible to make up for the mistakes he had made.

He had disobeyed him and made him bow his head on his own initiative.

So, Chen Mo was doomed to die!

When he returned to the spiritual field, Lan Ling came.

She pushed a small cart full of the bodies of drunk aphids.

Chen Mo glanced at it and thought that it would be about 30 kilograms after drying!

It was a lot.

"Chen Daoyou, he...he agreed to be with me..." Lan Ling pushed the cart to Chen Mo's door, fell down, and continued, "What should I do now?"

Chen Mo took out a pound of spiritual sand and handed it over, and knocked him against the wall, saying: "In this case, the next step is to hang him as much as possible! Remember not to let him break through the last step!"

Where has Lan Ling ever seen such a scene?

Being "pressed" against the wall, saying such tough words!

She nodded subconsciously, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the other party was true or false.

And at this moment, a figure slowly approached.

Feeling something unusual, He Zhiping still followed, and happened to see this scene of Chen Mo knocking Lan Ling against the wall.

Perhaps, this was originally done by Chen Mo on purpose for him to see!

*A son and a dog, watch them bite each other.

"You!"

"He Dao...Brother He, it's not what you think!" Lan Ling was a little panicked. She didn't expect the other party to do such a thing. Now she didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Instantly, her survival instinct made her think of a way!

"It's him! Yes, it's him! He tricked me into sending the aphid corpses over here, and he also gave me one or two liang of spiritual sand."

After saying that, Lan Ling cut off her arm to survive, and directly sent the spiritual sand that had just been received and not yet warmed up to He Zhiping.

Lan Ling didn't understand, how could He Zhiping not understand?

The reason why he didn't say it was because he was afraid that the other party would take the insect corpses.

"One or two liang? You want to buy so much for one or two liang?"

He Zhiping instantly understood that it was not Lan Ling who betrayed him, but that she was used by the other party.

Pah!

He snorted coldly and threw the spiritual sand over, and was about to load the pile of insect corpses that had just been unloaded.

"Stop." Chen Mo's face was gloomy, "The transaction has been reached, how can you regret it just because you say so?"

"This is my..."

Pah!

The next second, a fire palm that was no weaker than Wang Lixia's instantly slapped He Zhiping's left chest!

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