Qinglong Mountain was originally kept by Xuantian Sect and was ready to be rewarded to an outer gate elder whose longevity was about to expire.

It was precisely with the garrison of Xuantian Sect that this place of spiritual veins did not fall into the hands of scattered cultivators.

However, with Chen Jing's entry into Qinglong Mountain, the disciples of Xuantian Sect stationed in Qinglong Mountain withdrew, and Qinglong Mountain became fat in the eyes of many loose cultivators.

The ups and downs of the immortal cultivation world are coming!

"What a big spiritual field, so many golden grasses, so many fire litchi fruits, such a good spiritual valley! They're all mine! ”

Under the cover of night, a sneaky figure flew over the Lingtian with a magic weapon. He swept his mind and saw the spirit valley and spirit fruit planted in the spirit field, and he almost didn't laugh out loud.

Tian Jian's ancestors have been farmers for generations, his great-grandfather was a farmer, his grandfather was a farmer, and his father was a farmer.

The opportunity soon came, the Immortal Cultivation Sect recruited disciples, and he was detected to have three spirit roots.

Just when Tian Jian thought that he had ascended to the sky in one step and become a human being, the sect he was in was destroyed, and he became a loose cultivator.

Despite this, in line with the principle of "getting rid of the identity of a peasant", he died of poverty and starvation, and did not cultivate spiritual fields.

Cultivating immortals asked, refining weapons and alchemy is the king's way, farming, that is what the most inferior immortal cultivators will do.

However, by chance, he passed by Qinglong Mountain and saw the pieces of spiritual things in the spiritual field that were growing well, and he was moved!

He disdained to plant spiritual fields, but he was very jealous of the fruits of Chen Jing's labor.

However, at that time, he was warned by the people of the Desperate Palace, so he could only leave in a huff.

These days, he felt that the disciples of the Desperate Palace had left, so he had the courage to return to Qinglong Mountain and come to the spiritual field to harvest spiritual objects.

"What a good yellow bud rice! This monk who lives on Qinglong Mountain will really enjoy eating spiritual rice and spiritual fruit every day......"

Tian Jian Monster laughed, landed in the spirit field, sacrificed the long sword in his hand, and harvested the yellow bud rice.

The yield of Linggu is very high, it can mature once in three months, Chen Jing does not plant too much, and Tian Jian is the first to harvest Linggu.

In the Tianwu Temple, Chen Jing was meditating in the bedroom.

He doesn't know how to arrange the formation, and even if he does, he doesn't have the spiritual power to activate, so at night, he will use meditation instead of sleeping.

When Tian Jian used his long sword to harvest the Spirit Valley, Chen Jing suddenly felt a pain in his heart and woke up from meditation.

"Trouble again! These immortal cultivators, the more they cultivate, the more they go back. Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, they did not cultivate the immortal nature, but the beast nature cultivated more and more deeply. ”

After speaking, Chen Jing closed his eyes and continued to close his eyes to recuperate.

Tian Jian, who was harvesting the Spirit Valley in Lingtian, didn't know at all that he had already been discovered.

He saw that there was no formation in the spiritual field, and the harvest was even more joyful, and when he went to the back, he hummed a little song in his mouth.

After cutting the Spirit Valley, Tian Jian was still not satisfied, and set his eyes on the golden grass again.

The price of the golden grass is high, and the five golden grasses are a low-grade spirit stone, and the temptation of the golden grass is greater than that of the fire litchi fruit that has not yet matured.

"It's developed! It's developed! With these golden grasses, the elixir that I cultivated to the Great Perfection of Qi cultivation was gone. ”

Tian Jian smiled like a duck that had just laid eggs, his arms fluttering, and he was so happy that he wanted to fly.

However, he didn't realize that during the time he was harvesting the Spirit Valley, he had been surrounded by thorn trees and vines.

There were thorn trees and vines everywhere on all sides of him, including the top of his head, and there was also a large net.

If he finished harvesting the Spirit Valley and left immediately, maybe it would be fine, but unfortunately, the people's hearts were not enough to swallow the elephant, and he was not satisfied after harvesting the Spirit Valley, and he wanted to attack the Qianjin Grass, which gave Chen Jing's mutated plants time to besiege him.

Rustle! Rustle!

Tian Jian, who was happily picking the golden grass, was suddenly shocked, and he, who was focused on stealing the elixir, finally noticed that something was wrong.

"Ahh

In the night, a desperate scream sounded over Lingtian, and the sound reverberated through the mountains and fields, and spread all the way to the Tianwu Temple.

"Squeak?"

Duobao was woken up by the noise, his little head sticking out of the quilt, and his ears listened carefully, trying to hear what was happening.

"Sleep your sleep."

Chen Jing scolded loudly.

Duobao is a creature that is afraid of the dead and curious, but he can't understand it anyway.

Duobao was reluctant and fell back asleep.

In the deep night, in the spiritual field below the mountain, a thief lost his life because of greed.

Early the next morning, Chen Jing went down the mountain.

After opening his temples, his mental power skyrocketed, and even at the bottom of the mountain, he was able to see everything on the mountain.

After last night's battle, Lingtian has been unrecognizable, especially the Golden Grass, which has lost hundreds of plants.

Tian Jian didn't blink an eye, and before he died, he still held on to the golden grass.

"Why bother! I've given you time to escape, but you're here with your life for a few elixirs. I only pity my merits, because if I kill you, I am afraid that there will be some loss. ”

Walking to Tian Jian's corpse, Chen Jing patiently recited a mantra for Tian Jian, and then he put away Tian Jian's corpse.

After collecting Tian Jian's corpse, Chen Jingyi didn't do anything, and simply harvested the spiritual field.

It's a good Lingtian, and there is a dead person inside, which is really unlucky. In order to avoid the weirdness and ominousness, he decided to sell all the Linggu harvested this time and not eat a single grain.

Forty miles outside Qinglong Mountain, Dachun Village.

The biggest difference between the immortal cultivation realm and the secular realm is that the proportion of people in the immortal cultivation realm who are born spiritual roots is relatively high.

One side of the water and soil raises one person, in the secular world, those who have spiritual roots are one in a hundred, and in the world of cultivating immortals, those who have spiritual roots account for one-third of all mortals.

Therefore, in the villages of the immortal cultivation world, many of them are immortal cultivation villages.

Many of the villagers in the immortal cultivation villages are immortal cultivators, they cultivate spiritual fields, cultivate spiritual medicines, and live the same life as ordinary people.

Of course, the premise of all this is that they have the protection of the Qianyuan Holy Land.

Every village that cultivates immortals must pay land tax and sales tax to the Qianyuan Holy Land, and correspondingly, the Qianyuan Holy Land will protect their safety.

The concept of governing the world in the Qianyuan Holy Land is similar to that of the Yun Dynasty, but they did not establish the Yun Dynasty due to various considerations.

At the entrance of Dachun Village, a young man with a roe head and rat eyes looked nervously, looking at the sky from time to time.

"Why hasn't Senior Brother Tian come back yet, it's all this hour! It's just stealing a piece of spiritual field, is there any accident? ”

"Sun Wei, what are you doing here? Want to snatch the spirit stones of the children in the village again? ”

At this time, an old man with a white beard on his chest came over and scolded him from afar.

When Sun Wei saw this old man, he suddenly saw a cat like a mouse, shouted "Third Uncle", and ran away.