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"With your spiritual and spiritual power, wouldn't it be more fun for you to be a rich man in the secular world?"
Old Hao glanced at Chen Mu and said, "I am seventy-five this year."
"Very young, alright!"
"If I can persevere for fifty or sixty years, maybe I can master it."
"If it doesn't work out, I'm only 120 or 130 years old."
"It will be plenty of time for me to go back to the secular world and marry 20 or 30 concubines to enjoy life."
Chen Mu: “…”
Seventy-five?
young?
Having twenty or thirty concubines when he is over a hundred years old?
What the hell are these vicious words!
Chen Mu reacted immediately.
The disciples of the lower academy of Jilong Dao are at least at the great perfection of Jiapo.
After the soul and spirit become one, as long as one is not killed, he can still be alive and well when he dies at the age of 150 or 160.
After all, people who have practiced the form are no longer human to some extent.
……
"With so many people in the induction stage, why haven't I seen the supplementary volume of the induction secret method?" After chatting for a while, Chen Mu finally asked the question in his mind.
"After the induction, how can there be a supplementary volume?" Old Hao rolled his eyes: "The supplementary volume is only for those who have not yet reached the jade seed level."
No duplicate volume?
Then you won’t be able to take advantage of the Sutra House.
"You haven't even mastered the jade seed yet, why are you asking this?" Old Hao glanced at Chen Mu.
"Curious, just curious." Chen Mu smiled.
A gray wall appeared in front of him, and Chen Mu squinted at one of the columns.
Bai Yang's true solution: limit;
In his mind, the intentions of the six body-training techniques completely disappeared.
A white jade ball the size of a peanut broke through the fog and appeared clearly before our eyes.
During the harvest of yellow rice, Bai Yang Zhen Jie was officially pushed to his limit.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 209: Hundred Spirits Spiritual Light Technique
At the foot of the short mountain, there are rice fields with yellow buds.
Although the harvest has been completed, the yellow rice plants are still green.
At this moment, there is a buzzing sound like bees flapping their wings.
A cloud of gray insects fell into the yellow rice field.
Wherever it passed, the plants that were as tough as sticks suddenly turned into green, wet fragments and fell to the ground.
The fragrance of green grass fills the air around the fields.
In the middle of the insect swarm, an old man in his fifties wearing a black cloak was moving slowly forward.
He carried a huge black pottery object half a person's height on his back, and wherever he went, the cloud of gray insects would fly there.
"You haven't seen it before?" Old Hao squatted on the ground, puffing on his cigarette.
"Wow, this is really eye-opening." Chen Mu, who was also squatting on the ground, looked at the insect swarm's work with great interest.
After the yellow sprout rice is harvested, the plants also need to be processed.
The old man carrying the black pottery on his back is the professional who handles the plants in the lower house.
All the tough plants were crushed back into the fields by the gray insect cloud.
In the previous life, this was achieved using large agricultural machinery, while in the other world, a method of dealing with insects was developed.
"We have to thank our Supervisor Song for this." Old Hao said with a smile.
Chen Mu understood and thought of the red cloud of insects that night.
I thought to myself that this abbot was truly an expert at controlling insects.
"How was it handled in the past?" Chen Mu asked curiously.
"We can't burn it, as that would destroy the earth's spiritual energy. What else can we do? Cut it." Old Hao exhaled a puff of white smoke and said lightly.
"cut?"
"Yes, use a sword or a knife to cut it." Old Hao looked puzzled.
Chen Mu narrowed his eyes and couldn't help laughing.
Most of the farmers here are foreigners.
In the past, they were all great heroes in the martial arts world, and they killed countless people with their swords and sabers.
But here we are... using our amazing sword skills to chop down the farmers and plant their crops?
This feeling is quite wonderful.
……
Two quarters of an hour later.
Chen Mu handed the old man a cloth bag and said, "Mr. Zhang, please keep it. This is 15 jin of yellow sprout rice."
The other party opened it, took a handful and examined it, then nodded to Chen Mu with a smile.
Then he chatted with Mr. Hao for a few words and left in a hurry.
"This job is not easy this year." Old Hao smoked a cigarette and followed Chen Mu towards the low hill.
"A lot of the yellow sprout rice was eaten by emerald beetles. To earn this money, we have to travel more and farther than in previous years."
"How much did the House of Commons give them?" Chen Mu was curious.
"It seems like one white jade coin for every two hundred acres of land." Mr. Hao thought for a moment and said, "This work can only be done during this period of time. If I work for five or six days without sleep, I can probably get four or five white jade coins."
“But you have to know how to raise insects.”
"If anyone dies or gets injured, you have to pay for it."
"If a novice takes this job, it's basically for nothing."
"It's so difficult. How long will it take to save enough money to buy the secret technique?" Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.
"Saving money to buy the secret technique? That's not that difficult." Old Hao looked at Chen Mu in confusion.
"Look, let me calculate it for you."
"Here in the Lower House, those who grow yellow sprout rice start renting out ten acres of land."
"For land between ten and twenty acres, the rent is only half."
"If you rent twenty acres, after a year, you can save more than thirty white jade coins after deducting expenses."
"Even if it is a high-end secret method of combining spirit and soul, it only takes three or four years to accumulate."
"If I save up for another eleven or twelve years, my jade seed will be almost complete by then, and I can buy the secret method of induction."
"Then if you practice peacefully for thirty or forty years, you might be able to master the ability to sense spiritual light and formally become a disciple of the Lower House."
"Just work hard, it's not that difficult."
Chen Mu looked strange.
Three or four years?
Eleven or twelve years?
Thirty or forty years?
Isn't this time span difficult?
I took a look at the Cloud Mirage Armor Technique, which is equivalent to sensing spiritual light.
He looked at the white and round jade in his mind again.
"Unknowingly, I have reached the end point of many lower house disciples?"
Chen Mu thought about it and nodded in agreement: "As long as you study hard and practice hard, it's really not difficult at all."
……
three days later.
To the north of Tongtianfang is the seat of the lower court, the Sutra-Chuanjing Court.
Chen Mu came to the octagonal wooden building, his back straight, his arms heavy with more than 400 white jade coins, which were his capital to justify his actions.
"The secret technique is expensive? Haha... we have money!"
Chen Mu strode into the Sutra Hall and handed the old man a white jade coin.
He didn't linger in the lobby on the first floor, but turned around and went up to the second floor.
There is still a circle of bookshelves on the second floor, but there are obviously fewer scrolls and books than on the first floor.
Chen Mu walked straight to the bookshelf containing the Secret Method of Sensing.
He picked up the outermost scroll with great confidence.
Hundred Intentions Spiritual Light Technique, two hundred and eighty-eight white jades.
Chen Mu's face twitched.
isn't it...