Thinking like this, Han Changlin got up and walked outside.

Soon, he went and returned, holding a palm-sized jade bowl in his hand, which emitted a layer of glittering light, which was the dew of the morning sun.

Because Qingya Mountain is a spiritual mountain, the dew of this mountain contains a faint spiritual power.

As the saying goes, water is the source of all things and nourishes them.

If the Beast Spirit Pill is dissolved with morning dew, it will add a little more medicinal power.

After dissolving the two beast spirit pills in the dew with mana, Han Changlin summoned the golden-backed mantis and the gray lark.

As soon as the two appeared, they took the initiative to land on Han Changlin's shoulders, looked at Han Changlin quite attached, and each made strange noises, as if they were playing coquettish to Han Changlin.

At the same time, the golden-backed mantis and the gray lark found the bowl of dew that had been placed on the table.

At this moment, the two of them looked at each other, and the beast spirit pill aura emitted from the dew had a fatal attraction to them.

"Go, Jin, Ash, this was meant for you."

As soon as Han Changlin's words fell, the two had already flashed to the jade bowl and drank it.

In fact, if the demon beast wants to grow faster, it is better to eat the flesh and blood of other demon beasts or simply put it in the immortal mansion in the painting, but Han Changlin is now shy in his pocket, so he has to replace it with the beast spirit pill.

After feeding the golden-backed mantis and the gray lark, Han Changlin cleaned up, and then picked up the hoe that had been on the side for a long time and pushed the door away.

He has not forgotten that there is still an acre of blue and white rice to take care of, after all, there are still more than two months to mature.

At that time, if you sell it, you can also exchange it for dozens of lower-grade spirit stones, so that you can enrich your storage bag, and in addition, the rent of this spiritual field and the cave house is about to expire.

At this time, the sun is already shining.

In the mountains and forests, there is an occasional breeze blowing, bringing a bit of coolness.

Between the fields, Han Changlin was holding a hoe and concentrating on weeding.

It has not been tended for many days, and a lot of weeds have been added to the fields.

These weeds look ordinary, but the rhizomes are extremely tough, and if it weren't for the hoe in his hand and not a low-grade magic weapon, he wouldn't be able to clean it up at all.

Rao is like this, Han Changlin is also sweating on his forehead at the moment.

"It's really not a human job."

Straightening his waist, Han Changlin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Rustle..."

However, at this moment, a strange noise came from the field.

Han Changlin frowned slightly, his right ear moved slightly, looking for prestige.

Although the Qi Refining Cultivator's divine sense was only within a radius of ten feet around his body, his five senses were very sensitive, and although this voice was small, it still attracted Han Changlin's attention.

"Sand..."

At this time, there was a slight abnormal sound, and Han Changlin finally determined that the sound came from an acre of thin fields not far away.

Among the flowers, a thumb-thick cyan strange insect jumped on a verdant rice ear and began to eat.

The strange insect looks like some kind of locust, with a green body, sharp claws on the lower part of the abdomen, and sharp teeth on the lower jaw.

As if sensing Han Changlin's prying eyes, the cyan locust suddenly burst out, flapping the transparent wings behind him sharply, and struck at Han Changlin's face.

"Give me death."

Han Changlin's face changed slightly, he took two steps back, and at the same time reached out towards the storage bag on his waist.

The next moment, the cold light flashed, and the body of the cyan locust that pounced on Han Changlin suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and then turned into two halves and fell into the field.

"At this time, there should be no locusts, right? Could it be because I'm negligent? ”

Glancing at the cyan locust that had been split in two, Han Changlin frowned and fell into thought.

The dead cyan locust is considered to be a kind of spirit insect that does not enter the rank, feeding on spiritual rice, its body is hard, and its flight speed is also extremely fast, coupled with its extremely strong aggressiveness, it is impossible for a large-scale Qi refining cultivator to be invincible.

"Fortunately, the Qingyuan Sword in my hand belongs to a low-grade magic weapon, otherwise I wouldn't be able to kill this cyan locust like this."

Thinking like this, Han Changlin inspected the fields again.

But the shadow of the blue locust was never seen again.

"It seems that I am too careful, there are still more than two months before this blue and white rice matures, how can it attract locusts? I guess I happened to fly from somewhere. ”

At this moment, Han Changlin had carefully put away the remains of the cyan locust.

Although this cyan locust is a spirit insect that does not enter the stream, its flesh and blood have good benefits for the golden-backed mantis, but it cannot be wasted.

......

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

On this day, Han Changlin sat cross-legged on the futon as usual, his eyes closed, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

After he had completely emptied himself, he opened his eyes, took out a seven-leaf glue from the storage bag, and chewed it in a few bites.

"Grunt" and swallowed.

When Seven Leaf Leaf Leaf entered the abdomen, Han Changlin immediately used the Flame Cultivation Technique, and Seven Leaf Leaf Harvest had also turned into a pure aura, flowing in Han Changlin's meridians.

The medicinal properties of Aescula are also relatively mild, and there will be no accidents when refining.

Han Changlin's breath was long and long, and as the magic technique in his hand continued to change, the medicinal power of Seven Leaf Glues in his body was also rapidly refined by him.

A faint red light gradually appeared on his face, which was a phenomenon caused by the near-consummation of mana.

The red light gradually deepened, until at a certain moment, there was a muffled sound in Han Changlin's body, and he only felt that he had broken some barrier, and the red light on his face quickly dissipated.

"The fourth layer of qi refining."

Without the slightest accident, Han Changlin successfully broke through his cultivation to the fourth layer of Qi refining.

And the mana around it and the medicinal power of the Vital Pill in his body that had not yet been completely converted also quickly operated in his body, quickly transforming into mana.

The mana in Han Changlin's dantian increased rapidly, and it was not until it was about one-third more than the third-layer Qi refining period that it stopped.

However, Han Changlin did not stop cultivating, after all, he had just broken through at this moment, and his realm was not yet completely stable.

But it was only when the sun rose in the east on the second day that he stopped, and the realm was stabilized.

A few more days passed, and the blue and white rice in the field was already dyed with a golden color, swaying from side to side in the wind, like the golden waves, making a "rustling..." sound.

At this time, the size of the golden-backed mantis was already more than a foot tall, and it was running up and down the field at this moment.

The pair of sickle feet on the forefoot shone with cold light, and a cyan locust half the size of a fist fell to the ground in half.

As for Han Changlin, he was using a cloth bag to put away the remains of these cyan locusts and leave them for Xiao Jin to use as food.

However, at this moment, Han Changlin's face changed slightly, and then he stretched out his hand to recall the golden-backed mantis, and with a thought, he returned to the immortal mansion in the painting.

At the same time, a hearty voice came.

"Han Daoyou, you're okay here."

But he saw a gray-haired old man in a gray and white cloth robe, energetic, walking slowly, and the three of them were closely followed by his side.

"Lan Daoyou, this is?"

After Han Changlin glanced at the gray-haired old man, he glanced at the three people beside him.

"These people were sent by Xiancheng to collect grain."

Hearing this, the gray-haired old man said slowly.