Lin Yunzi bowed his hands and left silently.

The hands that Gao was counting in front of the case suddenly stopped, froze for a moment, and reluctantly opened the bamboo hat.

It was an old face with droopy eyelids.

After confirming Xiao Ran's identity, the old man stood up and bowed briefly.

"Baili Qingfeng has met Senior Brother Xiao."

After speaking, he sat down and his voice was loose and dry, slightly disrespectful.

"You are Welcome."

Xiao Ran had heard Lin Yunzi's introduction to this person before.

Baili Qingfeng is the master of Dagu Peak. He is a spiritual farmer and a cultivator of Jindan. He is good at planting Linggu on a large scale, especially in drawing wind and opening canals.

Looking at Dagufeng's spiritual field with Xiao Ran's max-level farming vision, Baili Qingfeng is at least sixty or above.

Unfortunately, after the Dharma Ending Era, the income of Dagufeng Lingtian has been greatly reduced. After several efforts, Baili old man could not find a good way. Now that he is old, he simply gives up, which is inevitably a bit derelict in his duties.

Although the inner sect instructors and direct disciples are equals, they usually address each other as senior brother or senior sister.

What's more, Ling Agriculture is a non-pillar industry in Zongzhi Mountain. Coupled with poor yields, its status within the sect has been declining year by year, and it has been on the edge of being forgotten all year round.

There is only a certain coach with a stubborn personality in the sect, who comes to Dagufeng to farm for two hours every day.

It's rare for a direct disciple to come to visit you once a year.

"Senior Brother Xiao is really young and promising."

Baili Qingfeng complimented with a smile.

Unlike Lin Yunzi's sincere flattery, Baili Qingfeng's statement about being young and promising is a bit ironic.

After all, with his golden elixir cultivation, he could destroy Xiao Ran a thousand times with one finger, so he could not help but look down upon this mortal who had entered the Immortal Sect inexplicably.

Xiao Ran didn't say any pleasantries and said straight to the point:

"I need the best seeds, fresh spiritual grains and natural yeast."

yeast?

Baili Qingfeng curled her lips and said:

"At this critical moment, does Senior Brother Xiao still have the heart to make wine?"

Xiao Ran naturally knew what this point was referring to, but he was too lazy to argue and settled it quickly.

"This is what Master ordered."

Baili Qingfeng's face stiffened and he immediately became more respectful.

"Please come with me to the barn."

The underground barn is ventilated, cool and dry.

Looking at the grain pile, there are rice and wheat from the Qi Refining Realm to the Golden Core Realm, but they are all old millet from at least half a year ago.

It's fine as a seed, but not enough as a material for brewing sake.

Baili Qingfeng packed two sacks of fine wheat seeds and gave them to Xiao Ran for free.

However, Xiao Ran still paid two spiritual stones.

He didn't want to owe this old man a favor.

The grade of these aged grains is okay, but the quality is mediocre and cannot meet the discernment of a full-level brewing master.

"I need fresh, fine grain. I'm going to make sake tonight."

The legendary sake brewing in one night?

Could it be that the sword-wielding elder deliberately chose a wine master?

Baili Qingfeng dare not neglect it again.

"Brother Xiao needs to personally go into the valley to select and pick the fresh and high-quality grains suitable for brewing sake. As for yeast, in the wild forests at the foot of Xiaoxufeng Mountain in the southwest, there are many black mushrooms that can cultivate natural yeast."

After finishing speaking, he handed the jade slip in the valley to Xiao Ran.

"Thank you."

…

Come to the valley.

The wind is melodious and the river is roaring.

Xiao Ran walked briskly on the spiritual embankment of rice and shuttled through the golden wheat fields.

The breeze blows slowly, and the faint fragrance of grain fills the heaven and earth.

The autumn light shines down, filled with the fragrance of wheat ears.

Xiao Ran remembered the scene when he was picking tea in the tea mountain when he was a child.

The scenery is beautiful, but the tea is not worth much.

The scenery here is more beautiful and magnificent, but the grade and quality of the spiritual plants are mediocre. Compared with the herbs on Baicao Peak, the gap is too far.

After walking a long way, Xiao Ran could not find satisfactory fresh grains.

Occasionally, I met a few spiritual farmer disciples working in the valley. They all looked older, lifeless, and lacked vitality.

When these older disciples saw Xiao Ran, they only bowed and greeted him symbolically, and then went about their own business. No one acted as a tour guide for him.

Xiao Ran was walking by the river.

Suddenly I smelled a subtle fragrance.

Xunxiang looked carefully.

It was actually a few pieces of wheat husks floating in the river!

The scent is unusual...

Xiao Ran hurriedly jumped into the water, picked up a piece of grain husk, and put it in his mouth to chew.

Well, the appearance is average and the grade is not high, but the quality... is excellent!

After walking up the river for seven or eight miles, Xiao Ran came to a certain hillside and found a wheat field of several acres.

Wheat straws are very mixed, green, yellow, tall, short, straight and crooked, growing messily in the same wheat field.

The appearance of wheat grains is not good, each has its own grade, and each has its own shortcomings.

The only thing that is the same is that each wheat plant has a very different but very prominent aroma.

It is a kind of extremely high level of transparency, a kind of free, introverted wheat fragrance that is not given out for human beings.

There are overgrown weeds on the edge of the wheat field.

A middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat and unshaven beard, with his head on the handle of a hoe and a long sword in his arms, was lying in the weeds.

Wearing a farming uniform, he held a short ear of wheat in his mouth and hummed a melodious tune.

The tunes hummed were gentle and fluttering, as if they had some magical power that allowed wheat plants to grow freely.

For a moment, Xiao Ran seemed to see... the catcher in the wheat field.

Taking care of a wheat field like this shows that he is no ordinary person.

Xiao Ran was filled with admiration and cupped his hands from a distance:

"The juniors need some fresh wheat to make wine. Can the seniors part with it?"

The middle-aged man lifted a corner of his bamboo hat, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Xiao Ran's high-level cyan disciple robe.

Probably knew Xiao Ran's identity.

But he didn't look down on Xiao Ran because he was his direct disciple.

Nor did he look down upon him because he was a mortal.

No joy or sorrow.

"I'm not your senior, just do what you want."

"Thank you."

Xiao Ran went deep into the wheat field and began to select carefully.

He is precise about every piece of spiritual wheat. What he pursues is not the perfection of appearance, or the high level and uniformity of grade, but the selection of wheat whose quality is infinitely close to perfection.

He picked slowly and patiently.

The middle-aged man seemed to be sleeping soundly, but he could no longer fall asleep.

Because of the behavior of this new direct disciple...

It is not a state that a mortal can achieve!

He can accurately identify wheat grains of perfect quality - even though the grains are of varying sizes, colors, and crooked melons and cracked dates.
To be continued...