Under Zhao Meng's soft call, Chen San seemed to have just come to his senses, met the other party's puzzled gaze, and said with a wry smile: "When the junior brother heard that he had been wandering around a bad place like Cuiwei Valley for a while, he was afraid that he would be so out of shape, which made Brother Zhao laugh." ”

Chen San had previously learned that he was in a situation, and his heart was confused, and after Zhao Meng finished speaking, he called Chen San a few times and did not respond. Now seeing that Chen San finally responded, although there were doubts in his heart, Chen San's words were also true, and he comforted: "Which of us and other immortal cultivators has not gone through dangers and hardships in our lives to preach, and isn't Brother Chen unscathed now." The past is the past, so Brother Chen doesn't have to take it to heart, so as not to affect his cultivation in the future. ”

Because Chen San had lowered his head to drink tea before, Zhao Meng didn't see Chen San's continuous change in expression, otherwise the suspicion in his heart would have increased a little.

"What Brother Zhao said is very true, and the younger brother has been taught. Having said that, Chen San looked distracted because of the sadness in his heart.

Seeing Chen San like this, Zhao Meng let go of his suspicions about Chen San. With more than 40 years of life experience, whether Chen San is pretending to be fake or not, he can still distinguish one from the other, and what Chen San said before is also reasonable. The most important thing is that this is just a small mine of his own sect, and the little monk in the middle stage of enlightenment in front of him, Zhao Meng really can't think of what the other party has the ability to plot here, or how many benefits he can plot.

After letting go of his doubts, Zhao Meng said with real enthusiasm: "Brother Chen is a casual cultivator, I wonder if you are interested in earning some spirit stone flowers?"

Chen San replied casually: "Oh, Brother Zhao said to listen to it." As he spoke, his expression remained the same.

Zhao Meng didn't care much about Chen San's appearance, and said as if he was taking care of himself: "The eldest brother sect is stationed here to dig a dry silver stone mine, although there are enough people, but the eldest brother can also give a position with the elder brother. As long as the quantity is dug enough, the reward is at least one low-grade spirit stone per day. What's the matter, the eldest brother treats you well. ”

When he heard this name, Chen San's heart suddenly jumped, his face was slightly moved, and he said, "Is there really a lower grade spirit stone a day?"

Zhao Meng saw Chen San ask like this, thinking that Chen San's emotion just now was surprised by this, and immediately smiled: "That's natural, my Qingshuang Sect is also one of the four major sects in the Lingcheng Territory, why lie to you." He said so in his mouth, but in his heart there was a secret drama.

Although the dry silver stone mine of Qingshuang Gate is not large, it may be buried deep in the ground, and it has been pushed up in the continuous movement of the crust of the spiritual realm, or the spiritual energy within a radius of nearly a thousand miles is extremely thin, and it does not look like a spiritual ore surrounded by spiritual energy at all.

It is because of the thin spiritual energy that those casual cultivators who come to mine all leave after earning a certain amount of spirit stones, so that the manpower in the mine is always in an embarrassing situation that is enough.

When the casual cultivators are tired of digging, they have to stop and rest, and stopping to rest is cultivation. There is almost no spiritual energy here, and a low-grade spirit stone every day can't withstand the loss of a day's cultivation without the slightest progress. Therefore, after these casual cultivators arrived here, in addition to shouting for a while, they still dug hard for a while. There are only two reasons why they are willing to work, one is that the big sect of Qingshuang Sect is pressed on their heads, and the other is that the remuneration is really okay, since they can't just come and leave, it is better to earn some spirit stones to exchange for some magic pills.

In such an environment, the disciples of the Qingshuang Sect also resisted coming here to guard, so there was a practice of the sect's generous remuneration to impress the disciples.

As long as the disciples who come here to guard, the dry silver stones dug up by the scattered cultivators will be divided into a certain percentage of the spirit stones exchanged for at the market price to these disciples. Not only that, but if the disciples can attract monks to mine here, all the proportion of the spirit stones worth of the dry silver stones dug up by those monks will be given to this disciple.

According to the calculation of forty casual cultivation, if one casual cultivation excavates minerals worth about one hundred lower grade spirit stones in a day, forty is four thousand lower grade spirit stones. One percent was given to the four disciples, and each of them was given ten lower-grade spirit stones. If you recruit a casual cultivator of your own, you will have one more low-grade spirit stone a day, and even if you are not guarding here, you can still share the fruits of this casual cultivator.

He rotated his position with other disciples in the sect in half a month, but he could get one hundred and eighty lower-grade spirit stones, which was as many as thirty more lower-grade spirit stones than the same disciple who came to the mine to guard here, and the price was that he only needed to say a few clever words, so why not?

The above is Zhao Meng's thoughts, and the facts are not far off.

"The younger brother also happened to fall in love with a desirable magic weapon, but he was shy in his pocket, and now that he has such an opportunity, then thank you Brother Zhao for his recommendation. Chen San said, with a very sincere expression on his face.

Zhao Meng waved his hand and smiled: "Where is it, Brother Chen, don't be so polite." As long as you do enough daily work, brother, the spirit stone is also what you deserve. The eldest brother is just a gesture, so why not hang on to it. ”

After the two were polite, they talked about some mining matters, and Zhao Meng ordered someone to find a place to live and take Chen San to live.

When the next person took Chen San out of the big house and went to the village road, Zhao Meng stood in front of the window and looked at Chen San's distant back, and said in his heart: This Chen San is no problem anywhere, but his cultivation is too weird. If it was really as he said, he was just a casual cultivator, in addition to taking elixir to improve his cultivation, there was only one who had extremely high talent spiritual roots and magical exercises.

Thinking of this, Zhao Meng's heart moved.

It is not that there are no miraculous exercises in the hands of casual cultivators, but they may be very rare, because there is no shade of the sect for casual cultivation, unless a single individual has no contact with the outside world or has little contact with the outside world, and only after cultivating to a certain level of cultivation will they appear in front of the monks.

Not having contact with the outside world means that some pill magic weapons that increase cultivation or strength are basically difficult to obtain, and it is also difficult to improve to a high level of cultivation.

If the cultivation is low, people will be forcibly caught and interrogated to make a decision, so this possibility is not very big for Chen San, Chen San is now ready to mine with dozens of monks.

If you have a talent for spiritual roots, that's what Zhao Meng is thinking about now.

Some casual cultivators are reluctant to have more contact with the sect, and after they are old and have no hope of advancement, many of them go to some remote small places to spend the rest of their lives, and these small villages with only dozens or even more than ten people are not necessarily.

For these sparsely populated settlements, but they are all over the realm, except for some small sects, many large sects are disdainful of these settlements.

Immortal cultivators are not a lie, and there may not be a single person with spiritual root qualifications in these small places, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth, which is completely inappropriate for the big city to respond to all the calls.

As a result, many of these sparsely populated places have been abandoned altogether, and they have not been visited for many years. Those who spent the rest of their lives in peace also took a fancy to this point, so they settled in these small places.

Since there are people, then there may be people with the qualifications to cultivate immortals, and small places are no exception. When it is discovered that these people with spiritual root qualifications, these casual cultivators have only a moment of love, and it is not impossible to pass on the mantle. These people who have been found to be qualified to cultivate immortals by casual cultivation may be people who have excellent spiritual roots in the crane industry.

Zhao Meng moved to test whether Chen San had taken the spirit grass by mistake or was a person with an excellent spirit root. If he is a person with excellent spiritual roots, he will recommend Chen San to the idea of entering the sect.

Chen San followed Zhao Meng's subordinates, a clever young villager named Wang Xiaogui, walking on the village road, and the villager's flattering words to him sounded in his ears from time to time, and his mouth seemed to be extremely useful.

In fact, along with this villager, Chen San secretly spread his divine sense, probing the surrounding aura to prevent being ambushed. Chen San didn't believe in Zhao Meng very much, with his powerful divine sense in the late stage of enlightenment, he was sure that he would at least find the other party at the same time, so that he would not fall into the ambush circle of others before discovering it.

Walking to the end of the village, Wang Xiaogui turned right and walked along a fairly wide path to several double-storey buildings, followed the door number to find a small building at No. 23, and led Chen San up.

There are three columns of these small buildings, one of ten, and the last row is near the wall. On the second floor, I pushed the window and looked at it, my line of sight was slightly higher than the fence, and I saw a lush green under the clear blue sky, and the sound of crisp and beautiful birdsong entered my ears, which diluted Chen San's irritable thoughts a lot.

Chen San stood in front of the window, and the majestic wind in the forest gently brushed his face, taking away the slightest wordless sadness, and scattered into the distance between tossing and dancing.

After a long time, Chen San turned back to the bed and sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and cultivated.

Even if there is little hope of returning to Qianguo in a short period of time, Chen San will not give up, because he has a strange treasure in his body, has practiced mystical exercises, has taken a grade of spiritual grass, and is about to come with an opportunity!

Chen San was now more eager to cultivate than ever before, and he was even more eager to cultivate for improvement, so he made up his mind that if it was not necessary, he would focus on cultivation.

After sitting silently for a few breaths, Chen San opened his eyes, and a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes, no wonder Zhao Meng would give such a high reward, if he came here, the aura was so thin.

Chen San didn't care either, he took out a spirit stone from his waist and held it in his palm, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy inside the spirit stone.

The corpse of the obscene old man who had been inadvertently killed before, there were only a few middle-grade magic weapons and some ordinary spiritual materials left in the storage bag that Chen San had found, but there were as many as five thousand low-grade spirit stones.

With the remaining more than 7,000 on his body, Chen San now had a total of 12,000 lower-grade spirit stones. According to the calculation that a monk in the Enlightenment Period can absorb three lower-grade spirit stones in a day, so many spirit stones are enough for Chen San to cultivate in such an environment for ten years.

Ordinary monks rarely use spirit stones to cultivate, not to mention that spirit stones are not easy to come by, and the cultivation speed is at most twice that of places with strong spiritual energy, so most of the monks use spirit stones to refine alchemy arrays or exchange magic weapons and so on.

Most of the people who can use spirit stones to cultivate are the most elite disciples in the big sects, and the head inheritance disciples in the small sects, such as Yang Fan, the senior brother Yang in the Qingyun Sect that Chen San knew.

A slight cracking sound sounded, Chen San spread out his palm, and the one in his palm was supposed to be the inner spiritual energy, and the lower grade spirit stone that was as bright as a spar was split into several petals and scattered on it at this moment. These spirit stone fragments were dim and turbid inside, and they quickly turned into dust and floated into the air at a speed that was already visible to the naked eye, and they were all dispersed in a few breaths.

He took out another lower-grade spirit stone and held it in his palm, and Chen San continued to close his eyes and absorb it.