I have a world of cultivating immortals

Speaking of Qingjing Bamboo, Chen Mobai remembered a few other things that he had photographed at the sales meeting.

The Qi of Lung Gold has been practiced into his Five Elements Sword Finger by him, and the Metal Elemental Stone is still pressed in the storage bag as a gift from his sister.

What is left is an iron ball and a piece of animal skin used to confuse the public in order to photograph the lamp holder.

Chen Mobai took a look at this iron ball with his own knowledge of appraising treasures, and he can be sure that it is an accessory of a magic weapon, maybe a slingshot type marble, but the restraint and energy inside have been vented, so although it is There is a little inspiration, but in fact it is completely useless.

The other piece of animal skin should be left by an unknown second-order monster, and it has some innate patterns. Although the sales meeting said that if a monk can comprehend it, he can practice the supernatural powers inherited by the blood of the monster, but They are all liars.

Chen Mobai thought he didn't have such a high talent, so after looking at it, he gave it to Luo Yixuan who was standing beside him.

"You can go to the Lingbao Pavilion to do a task of refining the inner armor. There should be a refiner in this field in the refining department. The quality of this animal skin is still good. If it is refined into a defensive magic weapon, at least it is used in the Qi training stage. More than enough."

Luo Yixuan took it with a happy face, she really lacked a powerful defensive magic weapon.

"By the way, master, the elder brother sent a letter saying that more than half of the 20,000 talisman papers you gave him have been sold. Will the stock be out of stock next, or should the price be raised?"

Liu Wenbo has been busy in the Xiaonanshan shop in Jianguo Wudafang City recently. Basically, casual cultivators with a certain level of state know that this shop belongs to Chen Mobai, and they will go in and wander around out of curiosity.

After this turn, casual cultivators who were accustomed to shopping around saw talisman papers that far surpassed Donghuang's quality.

Asking about the price again, it turned out to be the same as ordinary talisman paper.

So, in just half a month, this "Nanshan talisman paper" has completely spread in the sinking market.

In addition, a lot of Lingmi and Lingjiu in Xiaonanshanpu have been sold out, but compared to the popularity of talisman papers, these are barely able to maintain capital and can maintain a rent.

The talisman papers put on shelves in Fangshi stores every day would be sold out in an instant, and many talisman shops also came to seek cooperation, asking if this quality of talisman paper could be supplied to them, and even wanted an exclusive buyout agent.

"The price remains the same as usual, you just need to inform Wen Bai to come and pick up the goods."

Chen Mobai said calmly, in the puppet factory in Xianmen, he can make 10,000 talisman papers a day.

Chen Mobai has not been back for more than a month since he inspected the five major square cities in Jianguo. Theoretically, he should have accumulated nearly 400,000 talisman papers.

If all these are sold here in Donghuang, they can be exchanged for more than 30,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Although killing Yuan Hongyuan and others made a lot of money, Chen Mobai knew very well that only doing business is the most serious way to get rich.

After all, you can earn spirit stones every day in business, but robbery and killing don't happen every day!

However, Chen Mobai, who returned to the puppet factory to carry the talisman paper, found some minor problems.

That is, under the 24-hour operation of the puppets in his factory, since many materials are made of wood, the damage rate is a bit high.

Although this was anticipated in advance and Chai Lun was asked to help make two puppets specially used for repairs, they could only handle some simple parts replacement.

Some of them involve chips, or precision joint accessories, but he still needs to do it himself.

During Chen Mobai's absence, the puppet factory's production efficiency of talisman paper dropped slightly due to damage to six pieces.

"It seems that it's best to leave a puppet body in the factory."

Chen Mobai was thinking while repairing the puppet.

When the battle between Shenmuzong and Shaking the Peak had just ended, Chen Mobai was inspired by Fu Zongjue's puppet body, and also wanted to separate the phaseless puppet from his own body in the two worlds in a way of distraction, taking care of both Xianmen and Tianhe Realm.

However, due to the separation of the two realms, and his own realm is too low, the body's mind is a bit unbearable.

It just so happened that he had an extra piece of third-order soul-cultivating wood in his hand, to see if it would be useful.

After repairing it, Chen Mobai started to try.

Although the Soul Cultivating Wood is also a rare treasure in the world, it has appeared several times in the Eastern Wasteland, so the Shenmu Sect has relevant information.

Chen Mobai pulled out his flying sparrow hairpin, and the long flowing hair that he had raised for a long time scattered, and under the control of his spiritual consciousness, it turned into a black long whip, sweeping up the soul-nourishing wood.

Afterwards, he felt an invisible and peaceful fluctuation falling from the Soul Cultivation Tree above his head, and fell towards his Zifu Consciousness Sea.

But at this time, the big toon flower that he had cultivated into it for a long time suddenly appeared.

Chen Mobai immediately pressed down the passive protection power of the big camellia, let go of his purple mansion, and let the power of the soul-nourishing wood fall into it.

In the flickering silver light, his real body had already been teleported to the Tianhe Realm, while the phaseless puppet mastered by his ray of consciousness stayed where it was.

Xiaonanshan.

Chen Mobai frowned slightly, feeling a little dizzy when his consciousness separated the two worlds.

The soul-cultivating wood is still effective, at least compared to the unbearable one that was about to collapse before, it is just like a mild illness after a cold, which is completely tolerable.

"I just don't know how long the power of the soul-cultivating wood can last."

Chen Mobai remembered the records of the Shenmu School on the tree of cultivating souls. This kind of spiritual object is a treasure for ghost cultivators, but for those who are serious about cultivating qi, it is just a tool that nourishes the mind and purifies the mind. Spiritual things only.

Wearing the Soul Cultivation Wood for a long time, some impurities in the spiritual consciousness will be sucked away, and it can also slowly increase the power of the spiritual consciousness.

But in this way, the effect of the soul nourishing wood will become weaker and weaker, until it completely loses its spiritual effect.

The third-order soul-nourishing wood is just useful for the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building monks.

Chen Mobai felt an inexplicable change in his spiritual consciousness under the fluctuation of the soul-cultivating wood, and he couldn't help showing a soothing expression.

It seems that the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness is showing signs of loosening.

If you can use this soul-nourishing tree to complete the foundation of your spiritual consciousness, then this trip to visit Jianguo Wudafang City can be regarded as a truly complete operation.

Chen Mobai, who was thinking like this, used the simple technique of refining and scaling the soul-cultivating wood to become the same size as the flying bird hairpin.

Then he used the soul-nourishing wood as the second hairpin, and crossed it with the flying bird hairpin on his high bun.

"Master."

At this time, the three apprentices who received his sound transmission also arrived at this time.

Zhuo Ming didn't know about the Soul Cultivating Wood, so after saying hello, he couldn't help but take a second look at Chen Mobai's sudden black hairpin that looked like a truncated branch.

"Wen Bai, here are talisman paper and some sample talisman ink, you can take it."

Chen Mobai handed a storage bag to Liu Wenbo, who immediately stretched out his hands and took it respectfully.

"Master, this is the income of Xiaonanshan shop in Jianguo Wudafang City for one month?"

After Liu Wenbai took it, he handed over a small storage bag full of spirit stones to Chen Mobai.

"You keep it for now, and give it to your teacher at the end of the year. If there is a chance in the market, you can find a way to exchange it for high-grade spirit stones."

Chen Mobai no longer looked down on these hundreds of spirit stones, and waved his hand to signal Liu Wenbai to run a branch in Wudafang City, which had a lot of expenses, so let him take it first.

"Yes, Master!"

After Liu Wenbai nodded, his spiritual sense penetrated into the storage bag in his hand, wanting to see how he would arrange the staff to divide these talisman papers into dozens.

Then, he froze on the spot, opened his mouth wide, with a look of shock on his face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Liu Wenbai's expression, Luo Yixuan thought he was bewitched, and immediately rushed to Chen Mobai, wanting to show it off.

"Master, are there too many talisman papers?"

Liu Wenbo swallowed his saliva, as a child of an aristocratic family, he has seen the world.

However, he had never seen the picture of 300,000 ultra-high-quality talisman papers piled up together.

This is the property of tens of thousands of spirit stones!

His hands trembled involuntarily.

"As a teacher, you can freely enter and exit the secret realm of the sacred tree. These talisman papers are all made by using the secret method of the longevity teaching for the teacher, using the Chiyang Spiritual Tree as the raw material, and the output will continue to flow in the future."

"However, the three of you just need to know about this matter, and don't disclose it."

"From now on, let's put the talisman paper in the warehouse at the foot of the mountain. It happens that the rice warehouse is empty. Ming'er, please take care of it."

Zhuo Ming nodded immediately after hearing this.

She is too willing to let her take care of things.

Liu Wenbo originally wanted to do the same as before, and asked the mortals in Xiaonanshan to help him divide the talisman papers, but 300,000 pieces were too many.

After he and Chen Mobai reported, they simply decided that Xiaonanshanpu would supply the rest of the talisman paper stores on a large scale in the future, and first seize the Jianguo market with low prices and high quality.

In this way, there will be a large amount of supply, and there is no need for scoring. This part of the labor can be pressured on the following talisman paper buyers.

In this regard, Chen Mobai put forward some small suggestions, after all, the model of Xianmen is more mature.

After Liu Wenbai heard about the dealer model, he was enlightened and took the Qinghong Bird to Yuhufang City overnight to apply what he had learned.

"Master, recently there are many talisman stores in Shenmu City who want to buy from us."

Zhuo Ming also said a small matter, but Chen Mobai didn't intend to attract too much attention from the sect's side.

He routinely asked Zhuo Ming to sell 100 dozens of talisman papers every month, and the stock would be out of stock when sold out.

No matter what, you have to wait until you become the head, or after you have formed a pill, before you can start to monopolize.

"Xiaonanshan shop talisman paper in Shenmu City is only for retail sale, not for sale."

After saying this, Chen Mobai took Zhuo Ming and Luo Yixuan down the mountain.

Today happened to be the time for a batch of Lingmi to ripen. Since it happened by chance, Chen Mobai was very willing to go to the field.

After a busy day, after harvesting and storing the spiritual rice, Chen Mobai took Zhuo Ming to see the most precious ten acres of spiritual fields planted with second-grade Polygonatum odoratum spiritual rice.

"You can already smell the fragrance of rice."

Chen Mobai broke off a piece of Polygonatum odoratum with the best growth, closed his eyes and smelled the Lingmi in the cavity of the bamboo, and couldn't help feeling satisfied.

Obviously, Zhuo Ming put his heart into serving the ten mu of spiritual rice.

"Master, there are three kinds of hybrid Lingmi that are good, which one do you think is the most suitable?"

After seeing the ten acres of Yuzhu Lingmi, Zhuo Ming took Chen Mobai and Luo Yixuan to see the rest of the hybrid Lingmi. These were Chen Mobai's experiments to improve the defect of Yuzhu Lingmi that ripens once every ten years. .

Over the years, no less than a hundred kinds have been tested, and many of them meet the requirements. Finally, these three are selected to start focusing on development.

If the improved rice seeds are completed, their Shenmu Sect will have an endless supply of second-order spiritual rice to eat.

In the short term, there is only one more kind of Lingmi.

But what Chen Mobai wanted was to add free Lingmi to the welfare of Shenmu Sect disciples in the future.

Only when the next generation is strong can the sect become stronger and stronger.

The reason why all the people in Xianmen can practice immortality is because everyone grew up eating Lingmi since childhood, with sufficient innate vitality and no defects in spirit root Qi and blood.

If every disciple of the Shenmu Sect can eat free first-order spiritual rice, and the foundation-building monks also have enough second-order spiritual rice, then after a hundred years, Chen Mobai is confident that he can lead the Shenmu Sect to become the number one school in the Eastern Desolation .

"This fire spirit rice can be ripened twice a year. Although the taste is not as good as jade bud spirit rice, the spiritual energy contained in it is not too much."

"There is also this spiritual rice of Fengleizhu that replaces Polygonatum odoratum. Judging by the growth and spiritual energy content, it should be able to grow into second-order spiritual rice, but it doesn't need ten years. I guess it will be about six or seven years."

"However, the one that is most in line with Master's wishes should be this Qingke Lingmi, which is a first-order Lingmi that grows on the plateau in Yan Country. It has a strong bearing capacity for the earth's energy. After the rice is hybridized, it can achieve perfect complementarity, and after several rounds of cultivation, if it can grow into a second-order stably, then it is a brand-new second-order spiritual rice!"

After Chen Mobai looked at the three kinds of hybrid Lingmi one by one, he couldn't help but look overjoyed and said something.

"Ming'er class me!"

After hearing this, Luo Yixuan, who was following along, looked enviously at Zhuo Ming who was embarrassed to bow her head.

Among the three apprentices, although Chen Mobai did not hesitate to praise him, there was no doubt that Zhuo Ming, who had the lowest cultivation level, always received the most praise.

The word "like me" means to pass on the throne in the future.

It is the teacher's highest evaluation of his disciples!

"Looking good, the art of thunder and vitality obtained from the master's retreat."

At this moment, Chen Mobai stretched out his hand to hold a plant of green coke Lingmi on the spiritual ground, and saw the most violent thunder power in the mind of the immortal cultivator, suddenly soft like water in his palm, condensed into drop after drop, from The fingertips penetrated into the roots of the rice seeds.

Then, as if time was fast forwarding, this hybrid spiritual rice began to quickly absorb the earth's air, water air, and spiritual energy to grow and head, and turned into a long and slender rice ear with full grains.

Zhuo Ming and Luo Yixuan couldn't help being shocked when they saw this scene.

"There is only one level, so it cannot be used as rice seeds for the coming year."

Chen Mobai picked off the Qingke Lingmi that had been ripened with Yimu Shenlei, and after pinching to identify the spirits in it, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

Then he took action to ripen the entire acre of Qingke Lingmi.

It's a pity that in the end, only the Lingmi formed on the three ears of rice barely reached the second level.

"Take it and plant it, and then notify the teacher after it sprouts and grows."

Zhuo Ming nodded repeatedly after hearing this. If there is no Yimu Shenlei to ripen, she will at least have to wait until next year to get this result.

【Master is indeed a master, I still have a lot to learn! 】