"Second Rank Spirit Plant?"

Hearing what the thin old man said, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sit up straight with a serious expression.

"Yes, the seedlings of the second-grade Qingmiao Ling Tea, the tea leaves picked after maturity have the effect of purifying the heart and wisdom, and to a certain extent, they can resist the invasion and pollution of many types of evil, and they are extremely popular with middle-level and high-level monks who practice qi."

"I have six seedlings in my hands, three of which have to be handed over to other spirit planters in the hall, and the remaining three are left, if you want, you can give them to you at a low price."

"Of course I do."

Lu Xuan hurriedly agreed.

"Thank you Elder He for leaving me such an opportunity."

He got up and thanked the thin old man.

"You earned them all yourself, and if it weren't for the fact that you can steadily grow high-quality spirit plants, I wouldn't have handed them over to you."

He looked at Lu Xuan, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Do you have a little problem before I give it to you?"

"The concentration and area of Lingtian's aura that you have can keep up, right? Qingmiao Lingcha is more domineering, no other spiritual plants are allowed to appear around, and the demand for spiritual energy is also relatively large. ”

"No problem."

Lu Xuan replied categorically.

There is still a small and semi-empty area left in the spiritual field in the courtyard, and it should not be a big problem to plant three second-grade spiritual plants, and the spiritual energy is much richer and purer than the spiritual field at the beginning, and there is a spiritual spring to irrigate.

What's more, you can grasp the state of the spirit plant at any time, and you can make subtle adjustments according to its needs, and you can satisfy it to the fullest.

All kinds of factors have accumulated, and it is natural to plant three second-grade spirit plants.

"It's okay if you don't, you wait here, I'll come when I go."

The inner courtyard of Baicaotang.

In a spacious and bright house, three spirit planters sat on wooden chairs, moving around from time to time, showing that their mood was not very calm.

"Why is this so stubborn? The three seedlings of Qingmiaoling tea have been holding on to it and not letting go. ”

"Zhou Daoyou, calm down, there are few people in Baicao Hall who are more suitable for planting Qingmiao Ling Tea than us."

"That is, we have cooperated with Baicaotang for many years, and we all have rich experience in cultivating spiritual plants, if we don't hand it over to us, who else can we hand it over? Then what's the matter is just waiting for the price to sell, wanting to get some benefits. ”

The three comforted each other, took a sip of the spiritual tea that had cooled in the teacup, and forcibly calmed down.

It didn't take long for Steward Ho to enter the house.

"He Lao!" *3

The three of them got up together and greeted warmly.

"The three Taoist friends are still going back, I told you a long time ago, Qingmiao Ling Tea already has a suitable candidate, why do you bother me?"

When the three of them heard this, their faces froze.

After a long time, a dark-skinned middle-aged monk asked Steward He.

"I don't know which spirit planter the steward plans to give the Wonderful Spirit Tea to? Could it be the old Shen of the West District? Although he is experienced, he is already old and weak, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to successfully grow the spirit tea. ”

"No, it's a teenager, less than twenty years old, in the prime of life."

"Poof!"

A monk next to him couldn't help but squirt out the herbal tea that had not yet been swallowed in his mouth.

"He Lao, are you old and confused? Giving such an important second-grade spirit plant to a teenager who is less than twenty years old? ”

"Isn't there no return, and three second-grade spirit plant seedlings have been lost in vain?"

The thin old man sneered when he heard this.

"You three, you have been cooperating with Baicao Hall for a short time, can you tell me how many years you have been cultivating elixirs?"

"Twenty years."

"I'm going to have two years less, eighteen years less."

"It's been 25 years."

The last monk smiled and said to himself.

"Then when planting the Spirit Firefly Grass that is in the highest demand in the Hundred Grass Hall, how many high-quality mature Spirit Grass can you obtain?"

"I've probably counted before, about three of the spiritual fireflies planted are of ordinary quality, about five are of good quality, and the rest are of high quality."

The results of the other two were similar to his.

"Where's the perfect quality?"

Steward He asked leisurely.

"How can the perfect quality be so simple, the requirements for the spirit planter and the spirit field aura are too high, and it is completely unattainable for the scattered cultivation spirit planter."

"Really?"

The thin old man pursed the corners of his lips.

"But that young man, it has been less than three years since he came into contact with the cultivation of spirit plants, and among the spirit fireflies he brought over recently, there are less than forty spirit fireflies, the lowest is good quality, and even eight are perfect quality."

"How is that possible?!"

The swarthy middle-aged monk blurted out, his tone shocked.

"How could it not be? I personally inspected all the spirit fireflies, you mean I have a problem with my eyesight? ”

Steward He frowned slightly, and his words were sharp.

The swarthy middle-aged monk pursed his lips a few times, but finally did not say anything to refute.

What Steward He said was too unbelievable for him, he himself was a spiritual planter who had been cultivating for more than 20 years, and he knew how rare it was to grow a perfect quality spiritual plant.

And that young man, with only more than thirty spirit firefly grasses, actually appeared eight of perfect quality, which made him how could he accept it for a while.

But how to manage things is so convincing and full of confidence, and he has to believe it.

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw each other's doubts and helplessness.

"I don't know if you can introduce us to the spirit planter."

One of them asked, looking down.

"He's in the Hundred Grass Hall right now, if you have any doubts, you can go and see for yourself."

Seeing the attitude of the three of them, he knew that they had already believed most of them, so he had the idea of introducing Lu Xuan to the three of them, and asked him to make friends with a few more fellow spirit planters.

When the three of them heard this, they hurried to the hall and noticed at a glance the handsome young man at the edge of the wooden cabinet.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it Lu Xuan's fellow Daoyou?"

The swarthy middle-aged monk came to the young man's side and asked.

"That's right, it's down there."

Lu Xuan said in return.

"Sure enough, it is a dragon and phoenix among people, and it makes sense to be able to grow a perfect quality spirit firefly grass."

The middle-aged monk swept through the wooden cabinet and saw more than twenty excellent spirit fireflies at a glance, and the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared.

"It's just a fluke that has won prizes, and I have to ask you fellow Daoists how to plant spiritual plants."

The sedan chair was carried by everyone, and Lu Xuan replied politely.

The three of them glanced at each other, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

"Lu Daoyou, don't make fun of us, you are a spiritual planter who has cultivated perfect quality, where is there anything you need to ask us for."

One of them hesitated for a moment and asked in a whisper.

"Lu Daoyou, take the liberty of asking, how did you grow the perfect quality spirit firefly grass?"

"How do you grow the perfect quality of fireflies?"

Lu Xuan's face was embarrassed, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand rubbed slightly, and finally turned into a sigh.

"It's a secret that doesn't be told, and it's really inconvenient to tell others."