On this day, the sky was just beginning to fade, and all the Luo family members were at the edge of Lian Lake, waiting in full formation.
The lotus seeds of Jiuzhuan Qinglian mature every sixty years.
Whether it can be harvested successfully or not is related to the cultivation materials of the entire Luo family for the next sixty years.
A Nine-turn Spirit Lotus Seed sells for 150 to 180 Spirit Stones in the market.
For a foundation-building monk like Yun Ling, it is no longer of great value. It can only be said that it is still acceptable for use in alchemy.
But if the lotus lakes are gathered together and have a radius of hundreds of miles, if you take good care of them, you can pick up to tens of thousands of them when they are ripe.
Although there may not always be so many, there must be at least eight thousand.
Therefore, all day long today, before the lotus seeds are picked, all kinds of monsters and monsters will come.
The Luo family is ready for a tough battle.
At this time, there was a huge flat-armored boat parked in the middle of the lake. There were many small boats scattered on the lake, and there was a monk in the Qi Refining Stage on each boat.
Yun Ling and Baili Xiaoran followed Luo Ninghuan and flew onto the flat-armored ship. There were already twelve foundation-building monks on board, including the clan leader, Luo's father and Luo's mother.
"I'm going to trouble you two little friends today." Chief Luo took a step forward and said.
Several monks behind him also nodded and greeted the two of them.
"I've met all fellow Taoists."
During the exchange of greetings, with a creaking sound, the first mature lotus pod automatically folded down and hung on the emerald green stem.
It folds without wind, which is a symbol of the maturity of the nine-turn green lotus seeds.
The little monk who got close to the lotus pod immediately picked it off with spiritual scissors and threw it into the flat-armored boat.
A member of the Luo family was responsible for catching the lotus pods and placing them in a storage bag.
The sky is getting brighter, and more and more lotus seeds are ripe. The Luo family is responsible for picking, picking, picking, and patrolling the periphery of Lian Lake, and everyone is busy.
The people in the flat-armored boat were on alert and waiting with bated breath. Yun Ling also became nervous unconsciously.
At the beginning of the hour, three monks came with flying magic weapons, hanging in the sky of the Lotus Lake.
"Chief Luo, you're fine." The middle-aged man at the head said, he must know Luo Zuzhi.
"It turns out they are three brothers from the Zhang family. We have been separated for many years. The three of them have improved their cultivation. I wonder where they are going?" Luo Zhuzhi smiled extremely attentively.
"Just taking a casual walk. The three of us brothers passed by here and suddenly felt a little thirsty. We wanted to bother the Luo clan leader and ask for a glass of water, but we didn't know that the Luo family was so busy today. It was just our luck!
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"No, of course the Luo family welcomes you three. But the Luo family's tea is vulgar and not as sweet as the Zhang family's Mingyue Spring water. I'm afraid the three of you won't be used to drinking it. But my lotus seeds have some flavor, so I'll give them to you.
I’m here to taste it, and I hope my brothers won’t dislike it.”
Luo Zhuzhi said respectfully, his posture could be described as extremely low.
After saying this, he took ten lotus pods from the hands of the monk who was on the side, flew into the air in person, and handed them to the leader.
The leading monk took the lotus pod and put it into the storage bag. He laughed and said, "Brother Luo, I'm really bothering you. Come to Mingyuequan another day and make tea for you personally."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Chief Luo's reply, he and the two people behind him turned into three rays of light and left.
"Fifth Grandpa, why do you give them lotus seeds? There are only three of them. There are so many of us here, what are you afraid of!" Luo Ninghuan was very puzzled and a little angry.
These three people are obviously here to fight against the autumn wind. It is really hateful that Fifth Grandpa is so humble.
"Huan'er, be careful what you say!" Seeing that Luo Ninghuan was about to continue speaking, Father Yun quickly stopped her.
This is Luo Ninghuan’s first time participating in Linglian seed picking.
Chief Luo knew that she was young and energetic, so she would be angry when encountering such a thing, so he explained in a good-tempered manner: "Huan'er, although only the three brothers came here, there are also many monks from the Zhang family in Mingyue Spring.
It’s not much different from our Luo family. There are countless families out there who covet our Lianhu Lake. They are just forced by our relationship with Xuanling Sect and our Jindan elders, so they don’t dare to act rashly. It’s just a few lotus pods.
, give it, it’s good if it can break up a fight. If you insist on fighting, once you hurt them, it will give them a reason to join forces and fight. If we fall, our Luo family will probably suffer even more."
"Fifth Grandpa, why don't we look for the elders in the sect?"
"Huan'er, you have to remember that relying on others is not a long-term solution. We still need to be self-reliant. Although we are dependent on Xuanling Sect, we still have to support ourselves and cannot look to the elders in the sect to solve everything. If things go on like this, our Luo family will
People will only die of happiness."
Before Luo Ninghuan had time to answer, seven more monks flew out of the lotus lake.
"I can smell the fragrance of lotus here from afar. It's refreshing. Sure enough, Patriarch Luo is picking lotus seeds again. So many lotus seeds make me really greedy!" The leading female cultivator said with a smile, and she was already picking lotus seeds.
Basic late stage cultivation.
Among the remaining six people, there is one who is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, three who are in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and the last two are in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
"We haven't seen each other for many years, but Sister Yu is still so bright and charming, and even her cultivation has reached a new level. Brother, I haven't congratulated my sister yet! It's such a small gift, I hope my sister won't dislike it." Patriarch Luo prepared it specially.
Storage bag delivered.
"Chief Luo, are you going to send me away like this?" The female cultivator glanced at the storage bag and said with a smile, "In view of the past, you called me sister, so I won't care about you. But the person behind me is
These younger brothers and sisters have been traveling all the way with me, but they are very tired!"
"Sister Yu was joking, this is your share, the other Taoist friends are here." Luo Zhuzhi took out another storage bag.
"Brother Luo is interested. I wonder if your junior named Ning Huan is here?" the female cultivator suddenly asked.
"Sister Yu, what do you mean?" Luo Zhuzhi was a little angry.
No matter how good-tempered he was, when he heard others mention Luo Ninghuan, it was at this special time that he couldn't help but get a little angry.
Giving lotus seeds is not enough, why should I threaten the younger generation?
"That's me. What advice do you have, senior?" Luo Ninghuan stepped forward with an angry look on her face.
The female cultivator looked her up and down and said, "My little Feige said a lot of good things about you after returning home this time. Little girl, you are not bad looking. Thank you and your junior sister for helping my family in the secret realm.
Let’s sing some songs.”
Luo Ninghuan was shocked, it turned out that this was a monk from the Qin family.
After helping your family Qin Feige, you still come to snatch the soul lotus seeds, how shameless! Yun Ling on the side secretly cursed.
"Brother Luo, I'm leaving now. Don't blame my sister for not warning you. When I came here just now, I saw many monks squatting on the top of a nearby hill. I don't know what they are discussing. You have to be more careful."
Then, the female cultivator named Qin Yu took the Qin family members and left.
Patriarch Luo wiped the sweat from his hands and breathed a sigh of relief secretly.