Outside the Nisha Castle, on the other side of the Jiehe River.

Seeing so many people staring at the ancient castle on the other side, Wu Buju, Shu Shilan and Bai Ling were worried. At this time, if Chu Yunfeng came out, he would definitely be more auspicious.

"Oops!" Wu Bu raised his head and patted his head, "I remembered! It's been three days, and this kid hasn't come out yet, he must have set up a teleportation array and slipped away!"

In fact, the current Chu Yunfeng has returned to the Yunxiao Immortal Sect and is staying in the cultivation room of Lingyun Peak. Half a month later, the Yushan Holy Land was closed.

On this day, the wind and rain pavilion came. After another month, Chu Yunfeng and Xiao Jiu, Wu Zijiang and the others who came to take the teleportation array and go to the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Cang Yuxing met them secretly in the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

"I've seen the Great Monk!"

"I've seen Shizun!"

"I've seen Taishang!"

As soon as they saw Cang Yuxing, everyone saluted together.

"Excuse me!" Cang Yuxing said, got up and walked to Wu Zixiao's side, and looked at him a few times, "What, still call me Taishang?"

Wu Zixiao was stunned for a moment, hurriedly performed the master-apprentice ceremony, and changed his words: "Disciple Wu Zixiao, meet the master!"

"Okay! good!" Cang Yuxing helped him up, turned to look at Chu Yunfeng and Feng Yunni, and arched his hand, "Thank you two for rescuing, the apprentice will be grateful!"

"Senior Cang can't help it!" Chu Yunfeng hurriedly turned sideways, not daring to bear Cang Yu's salute, "The junior just happened to be at the right time and pushed the boat down the river!"

Although Feng Yunni has a request for others, she has to be more decent, and she is neither humble nor arrogant: "I want something in my heart, and I am ashamed to accept it!"

"Feng Daoyou doesn't need to be like this, what happened to you, Cang Mou empathizes!" Cang Yuxing said.

In the earlier letterhead, Chu Yunfeng roughly mentioned Feng Yunni's matter, and said that she was the one who saved Wu Zixiao. Even the purpose of her rescue was also informed of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

"Feng Daoyou, your situation is special, some spirit grasses have not yet been prepared, and it will take some time. Moreover, with the conditions of the Forgotten Land, the reshaped body can reach the Purple Mansion Realm at most. Cang Yuxing told the truth.

The Forgotten Lands is different from the outside world, and the resources are very scarce, not that there are no spiritual materials in the Spirit Infant Realm, but that there are no varieties that can be used to shape the body.

This is actually one of the reasons why the trend of cultivation has shifted from refining the body to practicing qi. In the future, when Chu Yunfeng reached the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm, it would be very difficult for him to break through again.

Feng Yunni didn't doubt Cang Yuxing's words, because she could see that even if it was Cang Yuxing, a great cultivator, the strength of his physical body was far from matching his qi cultivation. No wonder there are no Immortal Realm monks here!

"There is Lao Cang Daoyou!" Feng Yunni didn't ask too much. In her current state, she is not qualified to let the family do more for her. The Purple Mansion Realm is not up or down in the Land of Oblivion, even if she completely shapes her physical body, she will not pose a threat to a Spirit Infant Realm cultivator like Cang Yuxing.

"Chu Xiaoyou, the old man doesn't know what you need. In this way, how about letting Xiao Xiaozi accompany you to the treasure house to choose a treasure?" In Cang Yuxing's opinion, the apprentice of Ghost Lingzi should not lack anything.

"Thank you Senior Cang!" Chu Yunfeng was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

The treasure house of the Wind and Rain Pavilion is not something that anyone can enter. Ordinary people can't even go to the door to take a look.

In this way, Chu Yunfeng and Feng Yunni separated, which can be regarded as fulfilling their promise. Under the leadership of Xiao Jiu, go to the treasure house of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

After a stick of incense, the two came to a dilapidated thatched hut, which looked like there should be two. Outside the house, an old gray-haired farmer sharpened a broken sickle.

"This is the treasure house?" Chu Yunfeng couldn't help but stumble.

The Wind and Rain Pavilion, one of the three top forces in the world, built a treasure house thatched hut?

The old man was tired, picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of water, and drank it while wiping his sweat.

Xiao Jiu walked up to the old man, saluted respectfully, showed a palm-sized token, and said, "Senior Mo Si, junior is ordered by the Taishang to take Brother Chu to the treasure house to choose a treasure!"

The old man leisurely drank a bowl of water, glanced at the two of them unhurriedly, and said, "Go, go, don't disturb the old man to sharpen his sickle!"

"Thank you Senior Mosi!" Xiao Jiu seemed to be very familiar with the old man's temper, and after saluting again, he waved his hand at Chu Yunfeng and walked into the grass house.

After entering the house, I found that it was really two thatched huts. Inside, there was a bed, a dining table, pots and pans, and a few sickles and knives hanging on one wall. In the other room, there were many large and small bags containing seeds of different crops, and some were sprinkled on the ground next to it, and the air was filled with the smell of harvest.

"This can't be what Mo Si's predecessor just harvested, right?" Chu Yunfeng was dumbfounded.

"Yes! Not far from the thatched hut is the spiritual field of Mo Si's predecessors. Mo Si's predecessors lived in the mundane since childhood, produced and farmed for decades, and later embarked on the path of cultivation, and have always retained the habit of planting. It's just that the mundane grain has been changed into a spiritual thing. Xiao Jiu replied as a matter of course, then walked to the wall and took out the two sickles, and handed one of them to Chu Yunfeng, "Let's go!"

"Where are you going?" Chu Yunfeng looked confused.

"Cut the wheat!" Xiao Jiu said something that made Chu Yunfeng very painful, "This season, anyone who wants to go to the treasure house to select treasures must help Senior Mo Si cut the spiritual wheat for a few days. ”

Chu Yunfeng was speechless for a while, and just wanted to complain, but was stopped by Xiao Jiu's boos, and whispered: "Be careful that trouble comes from the mouth! There was once a fellow disciple who not only failed to get the treasure because of a complaint, but also broke a leg by Mo Si's senior!

"Dig a slot!" Chu Yunfeng shuddered, and subconsciously burst into foul language, and then he couldn't speak, because an old man wearing a hat suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Mo Si, "Mo... Moss senior!"

"Little guy, you seem to be a little dissatisfied with the old man!" Mo Si raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly, the aura revealed on his body was almost the same as that of Cang Yuxing.

Chu Yunfeng's face was very ugly, Mo Si's aura was infinitely close to the Great Cultivator, this was the threat of Chi Guoguo! He forcibly squeezed out a smile and said, "Where do the seniors say, the juniors have already sharpened their knives, and they can't wait to help you cut the wheat! The juniors swear to the sky that they will never leave if they don't cut for ten days and half a month!"

"Oh, don't be too reluctant!" Mo Si patted Chu Yunfeng on the shoulder.

"How come?" Chu Yunfeng patted his chest and said, "Senior, let's go!"

"Not bad! Not bad! It's rare to see a sensible young man like you now!" Mo Si said, tugging Chu Yunfeng and Xiao Jiu on their shoulders and disappearing into the grass hut.

When they reappeared, the three were already standing on a small hill. Up and down the mountain, there are terraced fields that can't be seen at a glance, and the mountains are full of ears of spiritual wheat.

With so much spiritual wheat, it would take months to harvest it. Looking at the sickles in the hands of the three people, they are all made of iron, and I am afraid that they can only rely on the rhythm of physical strength.

Sure enough, Mo Si spoke: "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard work." These spiritual grains were planted by the old man little by little, and when harvesting, you should not use your cultivation!

"Thank you Senior Mo Si!" Xiao Jiu was overjoyed, picked up the sickle and found a spiritual field, and harvested it upside down, much to Chu Yunfeng's expectations.

Helpless, he could only learn from Xiao Jiu and start harvesting decently.

As soon as the sickle went down, Chu Yunfeng was taken aback. Without using cultivation, he only left a shallow cut on the wheat stalk, and it was not cut at all.

Suddenly, he patted his head and said, "How did I forget, what Senior Mo Si said couldn't use cultivation, didn't say that you can't use the power of your body!"

What surprised him even more was that only by using ten percent of the strength of his four hundred stone flesh could he be able to harvest a handful of spiritual wheat. At this rate, a mountain of Lingmai can't be done in half a year. Looking at Xiao Jiu again, he was slower than Chu Yunfeng, it took half a day to cut off a handful, sweating profusely, but he was so excited, it was really painful and happy.

Ten days later, Mo Si appeared beside Chu Yunfeng and handed him a bowl of tea.

"Look, young man, you're soaking wet. It's so hard, let's go back!" Mo Si said that Chu Yunfeng was hard, but he didn't say a word about going to the treasure house.

The corners of Chu Yunfeng's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart: You are a treasure in the distressed treasure house, and you don't want to be taken away by the master, right?

The senior laughed. How can the younger generation be a person who gives up lightly? How can the younger generation leave without cutting these spiritual grains?"

In this way, every ten days, Mo Si would come and deliver a bowl of tea. After drinking the tea, Chu Yunfeng immediately regained his strength and continued to cut the wheat.

It took more than seven months of busy work to harvest a mountain of spiritual wheat. After working as a coolie for more than half a year, Chu Yunfeng felt suffocated in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for dying to save face and suffer crimes.

"Senior Mo Si, the spiritual wheat has been harvested, you look at the treasure house..."

"Don't worry!" Mo Si smiled, and handed over a bowl of tea casually, "Come, drink a bowl of water first!"

Drink your sister! Drink and drink! I've been drinking for almost a year!

Chu Yunfeng scolded in his heart. If it weren't for the old man's strength, he would definitely beat him into a pig's head and teach him how to respect his juniors.

He wanted to shirk it, but found that he couldn't push the old man's hand at all, so he could only take it and drink it in one gulp. In order to get angry, he deliberately accidentally broke the bowl that had finished drinking water.

"Oops, I'm sorry..."

Chu Yunfeng pretended to apologize, but before he finished speaking, the surface of his body suddenly began to burst, and a large amount of dirt flowed out.

"This is..."

Click! Click!

Five hundred stone flesh!

Chu Yunfeng was blinded, and he didn't know Mo Si's intentions, so he immediately thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome!" Mo Si said magnanimously, "After drinking the water, don't forget to beat the wheat, put it in your pocket, and send it to the old man's hut." ”

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, Chu Yunfeng agreed, and together with Xiao Jiu, he made the harvested spiritual wheat one by one and carried it to the thatched house. In the end, the two of them each got a bag of spiritual wheat.

At this time, Chu Yunfeng knew that Lingmai was the main material for making Bigu Dan. However, now Bigu Dan has no effect on him, and after being promoted to the Mortal Realm, he can maintain the energy balance in his body without eating.