Chapter 6 Chalcedony Rice

The sun has not yet set, and Zhang Zhixuan has already strolled to the edge of Lushan County.

The Zhang family's spiritual field is not on the mountain, but next to a spiritual well ten miles southeast of Lushan County.

This spiritual well appeared three hundred years ago. Overnight, a trickle of spiritual energy emerged from an ordinary well.

Although the Zhang family monks have explored the well several times since then to see if there are any spiritual objects, unfortunately they have found nothing. Instead, the Zhang family monks have one more spiritual well.

Especially in the past hundred years, the spiritual energy in this spiritual well has become more and more abundant. Relying on this spiritual well to slowly irrigate, the Zhang family monks have opened up thirty acres of spiritual fields in a hundred years.

The spiritual field is not an ordinary field. Its soil contains spiritual energy and can cultivate various spiritual herbs and spiritual medicines. For each family and sect of immortal cultivation, this is the most precious asset besides the spiritual vein.

He opened the communication jade talisman and notified the seventh uncle Zhang Mengyuan who was guarding here.

Zhang Mengyuan is already 68 years old, and has reached the eighth level of Qi training. His spiritual roots are not very good. Now he is old and his Qi and blood have begun to weaken. Unless he takes some precious elixir, it is estimated that his cultivation will not increase much.

At Zhang Mengyuan's age, he will gradually retreat to the second line in the family. In a dozen years, he will return to the mountain to retire and start educating the next generation of cultivators.

Waves came from the mist, and three or four brick houses suddenly appeared in the mist.

An old farmer who seemed to be in his 50s or 60s opened the door, took a closer look at Zhang Zhixuan and said, "I was wondering who would replace me. It turned out to be my nephew Zhixuan.

I remember that my nephew seems to be underage, so it should not be time for him to contribute to the family!"

"Uncle Nineteen said that the family is short of manpower, so he had to send my nephew down the mountain early." Zhang Zhixuan bowed and said respectfully.

"Nephew, you don't have to be polite. Since you can go down the mountain, I think your cultivation is already quite extraordinary." Zhang Mengyuan waved his hand and said indifferently.

Zhang Zhixuan looked at his seventh uncle carefully and found that Zhang Mengyuan was almost unkempt and had a careless personality.

"My nephew broke through another level a few days ago and has reached the sixth level of Qi training." Zhang Zhixuan replied.

"Compared to me, my nephew is really a dragon among men.

When I was your age, I just broke through the eighth level of innateness. In the second year after I went down the mountain, my cultivation entered the Qi training stage.

Then for more than ten years, I was wandering around in the shops of the family market, and then I returned to the mountain gate to practice hard for five or six years before I entered the fourth level of Qi training. At the age of fifty-one, my cultivation was comparable to that of my nephew." Zhang Mengyuan looked at Zhang Zhixuan enviously and sighed.

Among the four generations of cultivators in the Zhang family, Le, Meng, Zhi, and Si, the Le generation had already aged, and only the clan leader had reached the foundation-building stage.

Among the dozens of cultivators of the three generations of Meng, Zhi, and Si, only Zhang Mengling is a cultivator with two spiritual roots, and the rest is Zhang Zhixuan, whose cultivation speed can be comparable to that of cultivators with two spiritual roots.

The population of the Zhang family exceeds 30,000 or 40,000, but there are only a hundred or so people with spiritual roots who can cultivate, including seven foreign cultivators who marry into the family and surrender.

Although the rules of the Zhang family are relatively tolerant and can treat the casual cultivators who marry into the family equally, only a few cultivators will give up their ancestors and marry into the family.

These cultivators who marry into the family are also old guys with poor spiritual roots and over 40 or 50 years old, and basically cannot bring much help to the family.

On the contrary, their descendants, because their ancestors have spiritual roots, the probability of having spiritual roots in their bodies is more than ten times greater than that of ordinary mortals, and they can often be completely integrated into the Zhang family.

There are tens of thousands of people in the family, and there are also cultivators mixed in. Sometimes, cultivators of the same age may be separated by more than ten generations.

Therefore, the cultivators in the family do not judge their friendship based on the generation of the mortal world.

Instead, they rely on Taichu Le Meng, Zhisi Tongyuan, Guangsheng Zemao to be arranged in succession.

Unless they are close relatives of the direct line, they will follow the generation of their fathers.

For example, Zhang Zhixuan, his father is a monk of the Meng generation, and he is his father's direct son, so he is naturally a monk of the Zhi generation.

And generally according to his age, he is already a monk of the Si generation.

It is said that seven or eight years ago, a monk of the Meng generation had an extraordinary spiritual root, but unfortunately he was plotted against by his enemies.

Anyway, in the past seven or eight years, this person seems to have disappeared.

At that time, this matter was once a sensation, and the clan leader Zhang Leqian also severely punished the clan members who leaked the secrets, and used a flying sword to cut off the heads of two clan monks who leaked the secrets to enforce the clan rules.

Zhang Zhixuan came to the side of the spiritual well, and saw that dozens of acres of land were opened up near the spiritual well in a scattered manner. Most of the land had been harvested long ago, and only the most important thirty acres were shrouded in fog.

Zhang Mengyuan led Zhang Zhixuan into the gate, pointed to the mist beside him and said: "There is a second-grade upper-grade formation here. Rely on these mists to guard the most important thirty acres of spiritual fields.

This is the spell to control the formation. You must memorize it carefully. In a dozen days at most, when I harvest these acres of yellow bud grass, I will prepare to return to the mountain." Zhang Mengyuan took out a book from his arms and handed it to Zhang Zhixuan.

Among the thirty acres of spiritual fields of the Zhang family, three acres of spiritual fields have been cultivated for many years and have become second-grade medium-grade spiritual fields. Three acres of yellow bud grass are planted in it, which is the main raw material for refining second-grade medium-grade golden bud pills.

The yellow bud grass will mature every five years. When the yellow bud grass matures, Zhang Mengquan, the alchemist of the Zhang family, will come here to refine the golden bud pill on a large scale.

The remaining one acre and eight tenths of the spiritual field are cultivated better and are already second-grade upper-grade spiritual fields.

Dozens of various spiritual medicines are planted in it, which looks full of vitality.

Among these dozen spiritual herbs, the oldest one is over three hundred years old.

The three hundred year old white jade ginseng is already a fourth-grade low-grade spiritual herb, and its price is at least over one thousand five hundred spiritual stones.

The remaining twenty-five acres of spiritual fields are all low-grade first-grade spiritual fields, and ordinary chalcedony rice is planted.

This kind of rice is also a first-grade low-grade spiritual herb, which can strengthen the inner breath and assist the innate cultivators in their cultivation.

It can nourish the body, and even the foundation-building cultivators who cannot fast will often use this kind of rice as a side dish.

This kind of rice can only mature in nine months, and the yield per acre is less than two hundred catties, which can barely be enough for the Zhang family cultivators themselves.

When Zhang Zhixuan first started to cultivate, the family could only supply one or two taels of chalcedony rice every day. After breaking through the innate, it became three taels. After entering the middle stage of Qi training, there were only five taels of chalcedony rice every day, which was just less than a small bowl.

This kind of rice is as big as broad beans, with full grains, like white chalcedony, and contains a trace of spiritual energy. Ordinary warriors only need to eat a small bowl and will not feel hungry for three or four days in a row.

Going down the mountain to guard the spiritual field, the task is generally five years. For a genius like Zhang Zhixuan, who is treated as a second-level spiritual root, after completing the task of guarding the spiritual field, he can practice freely at the mountain gate for five years.