All the monks had selected the medicinal materials. The referee ordered people to remove the medicine cabinets from the square and said to everyone, "It takes three sticks of incense to make elixirs. During this time, let us take a look at the situation in the plantation. They should
The seeds and land have been selected and farming has begun.”
Several large water mirrors appeared in mid-air. Before anyone could see what was going on inside, they heard some "deafening" opinions, "Who came up with this stupid martial arts project."
"What kind of thing are you comparing? What does it mean if you can plant it? What does it mean if you don't plant it? It's just to show your own high planting skills? This reason can be used to support it in other competitions, but it would be too petty to put it in the Taoist competition."
"The reason why the Tao Platform Society has been spread in Xuantian for tens of thousands of years is because its purpose is to allow Taoists to show their own Tao on this square platform and realize the communication and collision between Tao and Tao. How to show Tao is nothing more than
To oneself and to outsiders.”
"For me, at least I have to show a certain state of Tao and prove that I have reached the perfect level of mastery of this Tao. But look at these seeds. Although these planting techniques are not common, they are not rare either. They are half the best but not the worst.
An expert can pick it up at his fingertips, and a mediocre person can take care of it well even if he works hard. What does this mean? It's just that practice makes perfect."
"Externally, even if you don't make a living for the people, there should still be some value in carrying forward the past and opening up the future. The practice of old farmers makes perfect, and they can even feed millions of people. What can these seeds be used for? Apart from looking good, what practical use does it have when they grow out?"
There was an uproar on the field, "Who is this, who dares to criticize the fighting sport like that?"
"It actually makes some sense. I just think it's a bit nondescript to include one type of planting among so many types of competition."
"This is sophistry. Planting is a competition of skills."
"Planting is listed as one of the original projects of the Taotai Society. It still has its significance. The planting competitions long ago were all about allowing participants to bring rare spiritual plants or new crops that they raised themselves. Later, spiritual plant crops were
There is no new idea, and some people use things bought or grown by others to participate in the competition, which destroys the fairness of the competition and gradually turns into the current rules of fighting."
The onlookers were talking to each other in a lively manner, but Lianwei could not help but hold her forehead while maintaining her aloofness. Why was she saying this at this time? It couldn't be that she didn't know how to do anything.
Sure enough, the handsome and righteous monk in the water mirror evoked a cold and charming smile, "We will plant spiritual rice today. At least we can eat it when it matures."
The day tribe monks surrounding her were persuaded every second and went to plow the land with great enthusiasm.
In fact, Wu Feiyu asked them to choose seeds, and they managed to come back with a bunch of spiritual rice seeds and a few packets of spiritual flower and spiritual grass seeds.
After checking the book, I figured out that the Lingmi seeds were the worst among the seeds provided by the party today, and the planting techniques were also the simplest. On the other hand, getting it was tantamount to saying goodbye to the ranking.
Xu Yang, An Zaichang and others did not choose it intentionally. They can only say that the party did not indicate the name, and there were too many people grabbing it, so they just grabbed some.
Wu Feiyu is also unreliable. He originally wanted to keep those few packets of seeds of spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses to feed him, but when he flipped through the book, he saw that they were all densely packed with troublesome planting matters. He suddenly felt that he could feed spiritual rice.
That was good, and he and the day monks were comforted by his impassioned speech.
Realizing that he had a way out with spiritual rice, Wu Feiyu had time to figure out spiritual flowers and herbs. What kind of soil should he use? How deep should the pit be? What should be the humidity? What should be the temperature? What kind of base fertilizer should be filled? Sprinkle a few drops of water. Sunny or shady?
Just keep reading.
It's much easier for An Zaichang and the others to plant spiritual rice. They just need to plow the ground and spread the seeds evenly.
"Senior, senior, let's do the Rain Transformation Technique." An Zaichang and several others are martial arts cultivators, and there is no water here. Seeing that the other cultivators had already condensed a small rain cloud and started to water the ground, they also became worried.
"I don't know how to transform rain. Is there no water source here?" Wu Feiyu's spiritual consciousness wandered through the entire plantation and found that all the water sources were sealed. It seems that using the rain transforming technique to irrigate the ground is also a test for them.
school.
"The water source can't be used. I'm going to discuss it with other monks to see if they can help us." An Zaichang felt that he had encountered a fake cultivator who didn't know the most basic rain-making technique.
"Wait a minute, what are you saying to others?" Wu Feiyu glanced into the void. The monks in the stands seemed to have seen a ghost. This glance seemed to be looking at them through a water mirror.
Guangping Zhenjun said, "You can actually notice that we are checking their movements with a water mirror. This is the strength of the fourth rookie."
The fourth rookie has such strength, what about the top three?
Everyone had different thoughts, but the next moment they opened their eyes wide again.
Wu Feiyu was chased out of the shadows by the Wu Qu Dynasty a few years ago. Moreover, she also vaguely felt that she would be trapped in the wilderness for many years. This was related to the fact that she was the inheritor of witchcraft and Gu, so she would not use witchcraft and Gu in ordinary times.
Those who came to pay attention and saw her using witchcraft and Gu were almost dead.
She had always rejected the position of high priest for this reason. She didn't know if the Wu Qu Dynasty was still looking for her as the successor, in order to truly surrender the Gaotian clan who inherited the witchcraft Bible. She also didn't know about the power above.
Will she be regarded as a continuation of the war criminals or a new individual monk?
What she didn't want to admit was that Zhan Changfeng never said anything clearly, but he seemed to comfort her that she didn't have to hide her abilities. This made her feel a little relieved and made her start to truly accept the Sun Clan.
Zhan Changfeng asked her to come to the Taoist meeting. Didn't he think that her witchcraft might not be hidden by coming here? Didn't he know that it might cause some risks?
She must have thought of it, and she must be sure that everything can be solved, so should she also believe in her?
When was the worst possible time to run away, how could she be so cautious? Wu Feiyu stuck a small shovel on the ground, stood up slowly, and straightened his skirt, "Young people are just too impatient. I don't know how to transform rain, but I didn't say I couldn't.
The art of summoning rain.”
"Ah?" Rain summoning technique?
Wu Feiyu's temperament began to change, like a sage who came out of the ancient times, like a totem pole worshiped by all people, simple, majestic, and mysterious. The mantra that no one could understand sounded out of thin air, and the sky above the land of the Day tribe gradually
It was dark and raining lightly.
This is not to use the water power in the vitality of heaven and earth, but to directly control the celestial phenomena of the four seasons!
An Zaichang only felt that this senior was really powerful, and didn't think much about it. Guangcheng Zhenjun, but King Donglin and others changed their expressions. It was witchcraft!
No wonder Marquis Linyao was able to discover the divine path and lead to the temple. It turned out that there were shaman spirits around him. Guangcheng Zhenjun became more confident in opening the temple and couldn't help but smile.
King Donglin's heart tightened. Fu Wenbo showed Marquis Linyao some documents obtained from the temple. Among them was an invocation that could open the temple. He thought she wouldn't be able to understand it, but now that he thought about it, maybe
They have all forgotten it.
This person knows witchcraft, so he naturally knows how to chant to invite gods. King Yuyu from the east, the key to opening the divine path and the temple has fallen into their hands! I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Emperor Shen Tong Jian", WeChat
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