Chapter 21 Nothing to do today, planting spiritual fields

Lu Xuan watched from a distance as Qin Ming's body was separated, and his body was covered with fragments of the cracked silver blade.

Several gray straw ropes extended from the wooden bed and tied up Qin Ming's body.

Lu Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He opened the quilt and saw the grass puppet with a big hole in his chest trying hard to trap the enemy who invaded the yard.

"Fortunately, this grass puppet has a certain degree of recovery ability. As long as there are enough spiritual stones, it can return to normal. For your sake of blocking a blow for me, it will definitely recover completely."

Lu Xuan looked at the straw puppet who was slowing down a few beats but trying his best, and comforted him.

The spiritual power in his body was circulating, and a fireball the size of a fist fell on Qin Ming's corpse.

The flames quickly spread to the entire corpse, and before long, it turned into a pile of black ashes.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a talisman from his arms with strange runes on the edges and the evil ghost suppressed in the middle.

The talisman was thrown out, and a white light swept across the entire room.

This is the evil-dispelling talisman he obtained before, which can detect and purify low-level evil spirits.

Lu Xuan was worried that Qin Ming died at the hands of a mere spiritual planter who was only on the second level of qi training. His resentment was too strong and evil spirits might arise.

After using the fireball technique to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces, I still felt uneasy, so I spent a lot of money to use an evil-dispelling talisman to avoid evil spirits.

Anyway, so many sword energy talismans have been used, so this one is not missing.

The white light disappeared, and the room returned to darkness. Only the hole pierced by the ice gun shone through the slightly silvery moonlight.

Lu Xuan was finally relieved. He lit a candle on the wooden table and swept the black ashes together.

Under the control of spiritual power, dozens of broken silver blade fragments merged together again, turning into a silver-white sword blade.

With the sharp weapon in hand, Lu Xuan became more courageous. He took the black ashes to the spiritual field and sprinkled it on the spiritual soil.

"This is the chemical fertilizer formed by the mid-level Qi Practitioner. You must work hard to grow and don't let it live up to its nourishment for you."

He looked at the many spiritual plants in the spiritual field and sighed softly.

In the courtyard, the moon was as cool as water and it was quiet.

The fierce struggle that had just occurred did not seem to attract any attention from the surrounding monks.

The casual cultivators living here have already developed good habits. They don't care about matters that are not their own. They don't meddle in others' affairs, and they don't have the capital to meddle in their own affairs.

"Brother Lu, little brother Lu..."

Outside the courtyard wall, a slightly nervous female voice came from a distance, calling Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan concluded that this was Zhang Xiuyuan's mother, Xu Wan, who lived nearby.

"I'm fine, thank you sister-in-law for your concern."

Hearing this familiar voice, Lu Xuan felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

Xu Wan is just a second-level female Qi practitioner. It is commendable that she can take the risk to come out, even just to inquire about her situation from a distance.

"That's good. I'm afraid you might get hurt, and since I'm not strong enough, I can only ask from a distance."

Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Xu Wan's voice came closer.

"There was a blind little thief who wanted to come in and steal my spiritual plant. I found him and killed him."

Lu Xuan casually made up a reason to deal with Xu Wan.

"Sister-in-law, please go back and rest early. Xiaoyuan doesn't feel at ease being alone at home."

"Mr. Lu will keep my concerns in mind."

"Okay, then be more careful."

Seeing that Lu Xuan was fine, Xu Wan returned to her home.

"It's a pity that this protective formation was broken by Qin Ming's brute force not long after it was used."

Lu Xuan returned to the house with regret.

After waiting for everything to be taken care of, he completely relaxed and slumped down on the wooden chair.

Although Qin Ming was dealt with unscathed this time, the reality was far from as easy as it seemed.

As for Qin Ming, he is worthy of his status as a mid-level qi-training monk. He has a rich foundation. Whether it is the jade tablet that blocked his fatal blow, the flying sword weapon, or his proficient ice spells, they all illustrate his difficulty. Tangled place.

Fortunately, I have accumulated enough during this period.

The cultivation level is also at the fourth level of Qi training, which is not weaker than Qin Ming. In addition, with the Gengjin Sword Technique of Xiaocheng level, many first-grade talismans can be used like spiritual stones, and the complete first-grade magic weapon Splitting Silver Blade plays a key role. .

Coupled with being well prepared and taking him by surprise, he was able to kill him without any danger.

Whether it is a magical weapon, a spell, or a talisman, he is stronger than Qin Ming. He will fight with him no matter what.

"I don't know how much this storage bag can make up for my losses?"

Lu Xuan looked at the gray storage bag taken off Qin Ming's waist and sighed.

He was still sad that most of the talismans were used up, and he only hoped that the storage bag left by Qin Ming could make up for it.

"Thank you Lao Tie for the storage bag."

He had long wanted to buy a storage bag. Unexpectedly, Qin Ming was so considerate and brought him a ready-made one.

The gray storage bag was of a lower grade, and there were no restrictions drawn on it. Lu Xuan tested his spiritual power and easily got into it.

The space inside is not small, with a length, width and height of more than half a foot. Qin Ming left some things piled up in a corner.

Lu Xuan happily used his spiritual power to control the contents of the storage bag to fly out.

After a rough scan of the spirit stones, there were about two hundred.

There were also seven or eight bottles and jars, including jade and stone vases. Lu Xuan was afraid that there might be some poison inside, so he didn't open them directly and put them aside first.

In addition, there is a book that records the training methods of several low-level ice spells, which is of little use to Lu Xuan.

Three talismans, two evil-dispelling talismans, and one swift talisman.

Finally, there was a flying sword magic weapon left outside. It was gray-white and exuded a chill. Lu Xuan made a simple comparison and found that it was much worse than his own silver-splitting blade.

"What a great person. I didn't have a storage bag, so he sent me a storage bag."

"Que Lingshi rented a big yard and sent me more than two hundred spirit stones."

"Even after death, we must use our remaining heat to support the spiritual plants in the spiritual field."

"He really..."

Lu Xuan felt sad when he thought of Qin Ming's great contribution, and he bowed his head in mourning for a moment.

"It is indeed a gold belt for murder and arson."

Lu Xuan looked at the pile of things on the wooden table and couldn't help but sigh.

After working so hard for so long, I might as well kill the harvest brought by Qin Ming.

However, this thought disappeared instantly.

He knew in his heart that such huge gains were often accompanied by greater risks, and it was impossible to get gains every time without taking risks.

Qin Ming's risk seems to be extremely low this time, and it's not like the loss is in his own hands.

Therefore, it is better to farm safely and steadily, as you can make huge profits and the risks are close to zero.

After the count, dawn breaks.

Lu Xuan walked out of the house and came to the spiritual field.

Threads of spiritual rain seeped into the remaining dozen or so fireflies. The oily green fireflies stretched their leaves lazily. Lu Xuan vaguely felt that the leaves were plumper than yesterday.

Then, a fireball technique flew out, and before falling in front of the thin red needles of the red cloud pine, it turned into wisps of flames and blended into the pine leaves, causing the red cloud pine's hair to explode instantly.

The golden sword energy fell on the straight sword grass, leaving a few fine golden lines.

Under the Dark Marrow Mushroom, the aura from the rotting spirit wood became a little stronger, causing the Ganoderma lucidum in the shadow to breed more dark red mycelium.

Nothing to do today, just planting in the spiritual field.