Zhou Yi planted spiritual rice for more than a thousand years, and has never stopped since he first entered the world of immortal cultivation.

There are many people and a long time, and the spiritual rice plants change from time to time. Most of the good directions change, while a few of them decline badly.

This was not mysterious in the world of immortal cultivation back then. For example, planting spiritual medicines and taming strange beasts often had abnormal changes. In the eyes of monks, it was a good thing to have more spiritual energy and stronger medicinal effects, but it was a loss-making business.

For example, the rice grains in Zhou Yi's hands are typical decays. After maturity, they do not contain spiritual energy, and waste spiritual fields and magic power in vain.

Ordinary monks must have abandoned it like grass. Zhou Yi was influenced by his previous life and cared about the mutant spirit rice.

After trial planting, it was found that the mutant rice grains do not contain spiritual energy, so there is no need for spiritual energy during the growth process. At the same time, the advantages of spiritual rice plants are retained, such as not picking on terrain, vigorous vitality, etc.

The disadvantage is that the yield is low, with only about one stone per mu.

"One stone!"

Jin Jing couldn't help but raise his voice: "Can this rice be planted on the mountain, and produce one stone per mu?"

"This kind of rice is more vital than weeds when planted, and can grow by sprinkling it in the cracks of rocks in the mountains."

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "The specific yield will also be affected by the mountains. If there are too many stones, it will naturally not produce one stone. When I traveled to Yunzhou, the rice yielded more than three or four stones per mu."

"How dare we compare to the plains in our mountain nest?"

Jin Jing sighed, "The fields around Moyun City have been cultivated with great effort. They take care of them day and night, and the yield is only more than one stone. The Taoist priest's rice seed is envious, but we can't even sell the old man back!"

"In my opinion, this scale is more valuable."

Zhou Yi handed the rice grains to Jin Jing and said, "I watched the Golden God Celebration yesterday and knew that the 100,000 mountain people were difficult, and the sages were thriving today. This rice was named Yi Mi. First, it shows that it is easy to plant, and second, it is said that the gods are given by Yi Ji!"

"Isn't this wronged Taoist priest?"

Jin Jing held Mi Li tightly and said, "The Taoist Master is so righteous, isn't he afraid of being jealous of others? Don't worry, whoever dares to be an enemy of Taoist Master is the mortal enemy of Moyun City!"

Moyun City seems to be just a city, but every citizen in the city practices martial arts, and it can be said that the whole people are soldiers.

The human villages of the 100,000 mountains also respect Moyun City, with a population of hundreds of thousands. With one order, one can gather 100,000 elite troops. The power is not weak in the small country in Yunzhou, and its force is even greater.

"It's all just a false reputation. I'm dedicated to practicing and I don't want anyone to disturb you."

Zhou Yi bowed and said, "Don't be polite anymore. Thank you for your hospitality and say goodbye."

Jin Jing bowed to thank him and said, "The old man is not far away to send it. We must work hard to cultivate easy rice in the future. We will not be able to fish in Bibotan for a short time."

"Then let's make an appointment in a few years."

Zhou Yi waved his hand indifferently, and the wind blew under his feet and disappeared in an instant.

...

early morning.

When the mountains first wake up, the clouds emerge from the mountains.

The wind blew through the forest, the fog slowly dissipated, and suddenly bursts of singing came from the mountains, breaking the tranquility of nature.

The farmers in the mountains looked at the sound and saw the middle-aged Taoist walking from the mountain.

The Taoist casually had a wooden hairpin on his head, his face was clear, and a green bamboo fishing rod was placed on his shoulders. His steps seemed to be slow and fast. He stepped on the grass-tips and branches and soared into the air, as if flying in the air.

When the farmer saw the Taoist approaching, he bowed skillfully: "The Taoist priest went down the mountain to feed the fish again?"

"I'm bored when I recite the scriptures, so I'll come out to relax."

Zhou Yi responded with a smile, walking dozens of feet away while talking, and in a moment he reached the foot of the mountain.

In front of me is a clear pool of water. The blue waves are shining in spring. The shore has been opened up to neat fertile fields. Farmers are weeding and irrigating, and when they see Zhou Yi, they greet each other respectfully.

"Master, this is a strange rock I am looking for in the mountains."

"Thank you for the prescription prescribed by Taoist Master. My kid's illness is cured."

"My boat is parked on the shore. Taoist priest should not take the Niu Er family's, his broken boat leaks."

“…”

Zhou Yi bowed and responded one by one, and was very familiar with the villagers, unlike the gods in the sky who looked down on the high, but he was really a Taoist priest living in seclusion in the mountains.

Back then, the mutated spiritual rice was handed over to Jin Jing, but Zhou Yi never thought that the change was so big. The population of 100,000 mountains seemed to explode. In just thirty years, several villages had formed around Bibotan.

Easy rice is easy to grow and does not pick up land, but adding more irrigation can increase yield, so rivers and lakes in the mountains have become village gathering places.

Bibotan is the largest lake with a hundred thousand mountains. It is as vast as the inland ocean and is located on the north side of the mountains, so it is naturally an excellent choice.

"The mountains are vast and the grain output is low, but there are no taxes and tax exploitation by officials, and the remaining ones are more than the people in Yunzhou. I heard that many people in Qing Kingdom cannot survive in the country, so they go to the mountains to survive."

Zhou Yi has been shut down for many years. He goes down the mountain to fish from time to time and treats villagers, so he knows a lot about external news.

It’s just a little lagging. After all, the distance is far away and the news in the mountains is blocked. What I heard is two or three years ago.

Sitting cross-legged by the lake, gently swinging the fishing rod into the water.

As soon as the hook was removed, a fish came over and rushed around the hook, trying to swallow the spirit rice into their stomachs. However, the hook was like an illusion and could not be picked up no matter how much they bite it.

"Some lazy guys still want to cheat on food and drinks in Dao!"

Zhou Yi recognized these green fish, all of whom were cunning and lazy. After eating spiritual rice, they did not want to repay their kindness, and just wanted to stay where they were to continue eating.

A boy in a mai ran over with a wine jar in his arms, squatted beside Zhou Yi, lifted the thick porcelain bowl at the mouth of the jar, and filled the whole bowl of white corn wine.

"Master Dao, this is the new brew of Amu, so you can taste the taste."

Zhou Yi took the thick porcelain bowl, raised his head and drank it clean, nodded and said.

"The taste is good. When I went back, I told your mother that Yimi has a great origin and is an excellent wine-making raw material. Adding other herbs will reduce the taste."

Although Yimi is the product of the decline of Lingji, as the basic raw material for brewing Lingjiu, its essential taste is far beyond ordinary materials.

"I know, I'll tell my mother when I go back."

The young man took out the Taoist scriptures from his arms and presented them with both hands: "Master Dao, I have memorized this scripture and have some understanding. Unfortunately, no matter how I practice, I cannot sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"Xiao Yezi, cultivating immortals is all fake. You have to believe in martial arts!"

At this time, the lake water was bubbling, revealing a three-foot-long green fish. It opened its mouth and spit out a crystal-clear jade, which just fell into Zhou Yi's hands.

"My grandfather said that Master Dao is an immortal."

Jin Ye was not surprised by this. When he was young, he squatted beside Zhou Yi and listened to the sutras. He had never seen such mysterious things.

Most of the people in the village have seen it. One by one, ten, and hundreds of them are believed that the fish in Bibotan are spiritual and will be retribution after being hunted.

Zhou Yi put away the jade and rewarded the Qingyu Lingmi Li with a bullet: "If I were an immortal, how could I grow old?"

Jin Ye looked distressed: "If there were no immortals, what would happen to the strangeness I saw in my eyes? When my father died, he saw a ghost, which scared me so much that I couldn't sleep for several days."

"Everyone has qi, qi, death energy, luck, etc., and you can see it with your natural spiritual eye."

Zhou Yi casually explained: "The soul is formed by the condensation of thoughts. When a person dies like a lamp, the silence of thoughts is revealed as the soul is scattered."

Jin Ye did not doubt Zhou Yi's words, and felt that he had missed something, especially when he was reciting the Taoist scriptures, his sense of loss became stronger and stronger, and his body always felt a sense of emptiness.

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, not helping Jin Ye solve his doubts.

The spiritual roots of heaven, the spiritual eye of nature, and the rare talent for cultivating immortals in the world, it is a pity to be born in this era.

At this time.

A big black fish swam over, its body was five or six feet long, scaring the lazy fish nearby who were asking for food to run away in scatters.

The black fish surfaced, with two long beards on the corners of the mouth like arms, holding a round stone bead.

Zhou Yi did not wait for the black fish to throw it out, and waved his hand to suck the stone beads into his hand. After carefully sensing the spirit, he showed a happy expression on his face: "I have been waiting for more than 30 years and finally gained something again. Dragon balls and reverse scales are enough!"

"Dragon Emperor, I will translate it for you now. What is surprise!"

Thirty years ago, there was a piece of reverse scale. After Zhou Yi tried his best to calculate, he could only vaguely find out that the Dragon Emperor was not in the 100,000 mountains.

Now that the Dragon Ball is available, you will definitely get more accurate information. Then, you will slowly investigate and search, and even if you are thousands of feet underground, you will have to dig it out!

Seeing Zhou Yi laughing happily, Jin Ye said in confusion: "Master Dao, what kind of treasure is this?"

"Dragon Ball, it can make people realize their wishes!"

Zhou Yi put away the dragon ball, fumbled through the cuff for a moment, and threw out a green lotus seed: "I never owe others kindness, nor can I fish. I will give these colorful lotus seeds to you."

The black fish opened its mouth and swallowed the lotus seeds into its belly. The fish tail quickly swayed and disappeared into the water.

“The merit is perfect.”

Zhou Yi said: "Xiao Yezi, I have been in the mountains for a long time and plan to go out for a trip. Meeting is a fate. I will give you this little god number to you, so I will be very familiar with it in the future."

The natural spiritual pupils can see the breath of people, the declining luck and purple qi, etc., and can calculate the future with some methods in the small god number.

"Master Dao is leaving?"

Jin Ye took the Taoist scripture and looked reluctant: "My mother is still waiting, saying that after Master Dao has enough fun, he will marry you to be my father."

"What are the nonsense of the kids? I am innocent and I have not been to Hehuan Garden for a long time!"

Zhou Yi glared at Jin Ye. The girls in the mountains were too enthusiastic, and their faces were as beautiful as jade, and their fairy-like temperament. In recent years, many girls have confessed their love and proposals, and Jin Ye’s mother is one of them.

In terms of identity, Jin Ye's grandfather is the great elder of Moyun City, and in terms of appearance, Jin Ye's mother is a well-known beauty. Unfortunately, Zhou Yi was a bit late to talk about love at the age of 1,300.

What's more, by vain, that old boy is not as good as Jin Jing's seniority!
To be continued...