Chapter 147: Spring Festival Family Reunion (3200, please subscribe)

Time gradually passed, and more than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was January 1st of the following year.

This day is a big day for the ordinary people of the Ling family, and children aged eight to ten years old test their spiritual roots.

In the early morning, Ling Pengyun absorbed the power of the early sun and watered the spiritual plants in the mountain with spiritual rain. Then he went down the mountain and rushed to the only Ling family ancestral hall in Lingyun small town to give blessings to the young people who turned eight to ten years old this year. Children test spiritual roots.

Although the current population of the small town of Huaishui is as high as 30,000 to 40,000 as the Ling clan has not moved away from this place, there are still tens of thousands of Ling clan members left in the small town, and thousands more come here to do business or work. A mortal with a foreign surname who fled the famine and came here.

Together, these mortals of the Ling family and those with other surnames amounted to about fifteen thousand.

With such a huge accumulation of people, many children are born in Lingyun Town every year.

This year, there are 1,108 children aged eight to ten in Lingyun Town who need to test their spiritual roots.

In this regard, Ling Pengyun did not feel that this spiritual testing conference was tiring. Instead, he was very motivated. He wanted to detect one person with spiritual roots among the thousands of children, so as to add some help to the family's shortage of manpower. .

Although the probability of spiritual roots being born among mortals is small, if there are more people, the probability will naturally increase a lot.

Because there were too many children testing their spiritual roots in Lingyun small town this year, even if Ling Pengyun speeded up, it would still take long enough for sunset to test the spiritual roots of those thousands of children.

It's a pity that not one of these thousands of children has spiritual roots.

Ling Pengyun was also very helpless and returned to Lingyun Mountain.

Although Ling Pengyun had bad luck during the spirit testing conference during the day, good things happened that night.

That night, the improved spiritual rice seeds planted in the spiritual field the size of a millstone in the bamboo building hall finally broke through the ground, grew, and sprouted.

However, not long after the spiritual rice germinated, the young shoots were bulging out from the raging spiritual power in the body, as if the young shoots would be bursting out of the body at the next moment.

Ling Pengyun, who had been sitting cross-legged next to this small spiritual field, had long been alarmed by the seeds of the improved spiritual rice breaking through the ground and sprouting. He had been watching the growth and changes of the spiritual rice. When he saw the dangerous situation of the young sprouts, his expression suddenly changed. Change.

"I didn't expect that the improved spiritual rice had just sprouted, and the Yimu spiritual power of the water spiritual rice and golden marrow rice seeds that had not yet been completely integrated in the body began to repel each other again."

With a secret thought, Ling Pengyun immediately used his spiritual consciousness to touch the small section of thorn vine attached to his chest.

"The thorns, cross a trace of Yimu's power into the body of the bud."

The thorn vine immediately followed the instructions. It split into a vine and extended along the cuff of Ling Pengyun's Taoist robe to the outside world. It touched the newly sprouted spiritual rice buds and injected a trace of Yimu essence into the buds.

Ling Pengyun then mobilized his spiritual consciousness and injected it into the tender bud, using his spiritual consciousness to control the thorn vines to pass into the tender bud's body and the Yimu essence, soothing the two Yimu powers that had not yet been completely integrated in the tender bud.

It's just a trace of Yimu's power from thorns and vines, which can't have any soothing effect at all.

With no choice, Ling Pengyun had no choice but to call up the thorns and vines and transfer two strands of Yimu essence into the body of the bud.

Relying on three strands of Yimu essence, the conflict between the two Yimu essences that had not yet completely merged in the bud was settled.

The thorn vines entered the bud's body and the remaining Yimu essence remained, and under Ling Pengyun's control, it nourished the bud.

The height of this bud has also increased by a hair.

After finishing this matter, Ling Pengyun looked at the buds growing in the spiritual field the size of a millstone and frowned slightly.

"Today, this seed has just sprouted and triggered a conflict between Yimu's power in the body, causing the thorn vines to consume three strands of Yimu's essence. In the future, when this spiritual rice seedling grows, it will consume even more Yimu's power."

"It seems that during the growth of this improved spiritual rice, the power of Yimu cultivated by my thorn vines will probably be used on this improved spiritual rice."

"I hope this spiritual rice seedling can grow safely to maturity, and let me witness the number of spiritual rice produced by this spiritual rice and the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual rice. Otherwise, the thorns and vines will be so consumed by Yimu's power, and this spiritual rice will be lost in the middle. It would be a big loss if the body is burst by the conflicting Yimu essence."

The improvement of Lingzhi's cultivation is related to the power of Yimu. This power of Yimu is to Lingzhi just like spiritual power to monks.

After sighing secretly, Ling Pengyun closed his eyes again, activated his skills, and entered into practice.

Spring Festival.

On this day, the small town of Lingyun was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and every household was hung with festive lanterns.

They also visited each other and chatted, which was very lively.

Lingyun Mountain, which is a little less popular than a mile or two away from this lively town, also had two visitors today, adding a bit of fireworks to the huge Lingyun Mountain.

These two visitors are Ling Xiaoshun and his wife.

At the beginning of December last year, Ling Pengyun ended his dangerous hunt for monsters in Monster Lake and was on his way from Lingxiao Mountain, his clan mountain, to Lingyun Mountain to change defenses and garrison. When he was keeping safe with his parents in Yunshuifang City, he informed his parents in advance that he An improved spiritual rice seed will be planted in the spiritual field of Lingyun Mountain. It will not be able to leave for a year in the future. You need to stay by the spiritual rice seed planted in the ground every day. You have agreed in advance whether you can leave.

During the Chinese New Year, parents are required to come to Lingyun Mountain for a family reunion.

Ling Xiaoshun's parents were both members of the Ling clan who built their family on spiritual rice. They also knew a thing or two about the extremely unstable process of planting improved spiritual rice seeds. Naturally, they would not be disgusted with Ling Pengyun's proposal to celebrate the New Year in Lingyun Mountain. , but was very happy that Ling Pengyun had improved a spiritual rice seed.

Even if this spiritual rice seed is not yet safely mature, as long as the spiritual rice seed is improved, it will already surpass the vast majority of spiritual planters.

And if this spiritual rice seed is an excellent variety, the name Ling Pengyun will be spread among the Ling family for hundreds or thousands of years.

This kind of thing is the pride of parents.

Lingyun Mountain.

"Father, mother, happy New Year." Ling Pengyun congratulated Ling Xiaoshun and Yang Qiuyun who had just jumped off the two flying magic weapons.

"Xiaoyun, can you plant the seeds of the improved spiritual rice?" Ling Xiaoshun didn't care about this false courtesy. As soon as he jumped off the flying magic weapon, he asked Ling Pengyun excitedly.

"I opened a small spiritual field inside that bamboo building, and planted the spiritual rice seeds into the soil in early December last year." Ling Pengyun pointed at the only bamboo building on the top of the mountain and said.

"Take us to see it quickly." Ling Xiaoshun said excitedly after hearing this.

"Okay." Ling Pengyun responded, then took his parents into the bamboo building and took a look at the small seedling grown from the improved spiritual rice seeds.

Although this little seedling looked nothing magical based on its appearance, Ling Xiaoshun's parents just stared at the incense stick and guessed what the spiritual energy of the spiritual rice would be like after it matured...

Ling Xiaoshun even showed off his superb painting skills by depicting the appearance of this little seedling on a piece of white paper.

Although this move was a bit funny, it made Ling Pengyun feel valued.

The actions of his parents made Ling Pengyun even more determined to do his best to support the improved rice seedlings to the mature stage.

Not only to not disappoint his parents, but also to fulfill his wish as a spiritual husband.

After Ling Xiaoshun finished drawing the seedlings on the white paper, the family of three prepared the evening dishes together.

Ling Xiaoshun, Ling Pengyun and his son wash and chop vegetables.

Yang Qiuyun, who is good at cooking, cooks dishes.

With the joint efforts of the family, it didn't take long for eighteen dishes to appear on the dining table in the Zhulou Hall.

None of these dishes are repeated, and they are all cooked with spiritual materials that contain spiritual energy.

Such as braised Tongluo pork, steamed safflower fish, stir-fried hibiscus tofu...

In addition to the dishes, there is also a small vat of first-class medium-grade "Daohua wine" that Ling Xiaoshun has collected for many years and is 20 years old.

Daohua wine is brewed from the above-mentioned good spiritual rice. It tastes extremely sweet. Because of its good taste and the spiritual wine can be used as a spiritual tool for cultivation, the price of this wine on the market is relatively high.

The first time a family of three entered the table, they each picked up a small wooden cup and filled the cup with rice flower stuffing.

Ling Xiaoshun stood up with a smile on his face and said.

"This year our family of three has been safe and sound, and we haven't encountered any disasters. It's really a blessing. I wish we can still be as safe and sound in the coming year."

"Here, cheers."

Ling Pengyun and Yang Qiuyun raised their wooden cups to each other with smiles on their faces.

After clinking glasses, the three of them all had smiles on their faces and took a sip of the spirit wine.

Afterwards, the family of three drank wine, ate delicious food, chatted at the dinner table, and enjoyed one of the few reunions in the year.

However, the days of reunion are always short-lived, and separation will eventually come.

On the early morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, after the family had breakfast, Ling Xiaoshun spoke at the dining table.

"Peng Yun, your mother and I have been staying here for three days. The grocery store in Yunshuifang City is inseparable from people. After our family of three has had lunch, your mother and I will leave here and return to Yun Shuifang City. Shuifang City, if you have time in the future, come to Fang City more often.”

"Okay." Ling Pengyun's eyes trembled when he heard this. Although he still wanted to reunite with his family and didn't want to be apart, he was not ignorant of how to persuade him to stay.

Both of his parents are still young, according to the longevity of a monk. His parents are still in their prime and have their own things to do.

After sighing helplessly, Ling Pengyun summoned ten Qingling Swords, an eight-sided round iron shield, and a glass bottle from his storage bag, handed them to Ling Xiaoshun, and said.

"Mom and Dad, since you are leaving, I will give you the magic weapon that my family gave me last year to refine the batch of weapon refining materials."

"Due to the incident at Jiao Python Lake, I only had time to start refining magic weapons at the beginning of December last year. I didn't refine many of them. I only refined ten Qingling Swords and an eight-sided round iron shield. According to my The commission set with the clan, I still need to complete the forty Qingling Swords and thirty-two round iron shields. Last year's weapon refining commission can be considered completed. I will complete this batch of magical weapons before the end of this year. Leave it to dad."

"As for this bottle of fruit honey, it was brewed by the group of fruit flower bees I raised myself. Although this item is only a first-level low-grade item, it tastes really good. The sweetness of the honey is also mixed with the taste of fruit, and this item It also has a beautifying effect. If you drink more of this product, your father will be handsome and your mother will be beautiful."

Ling Pengyun's last words made Ling Xiaoshun and Yang Qiuyun amused, and they started laughing.