Chapter 506: That's the Weapon Refining Pavilion (12)
Looking at the master whose face was getting worse and worse, Qiu Shaoyuan felt deeply uneasy.
Master treats them with great kindness, but they are not even willing to do bad things for Master. This is really rebellious.
Thinking of this, he stood up and said to his junior brothers and sisters: "Everyone, let's not go against Master's wishes and do something bad openly. I'll do it first!"
After saying that, he landed first and then carefully selected among the melon fields.
He originally wanted to find a not-so-good watermelon, so that on the one hand, he could satisfy the master's idea of letting them do bad things, and on the other hand, he could barely soothe himself and prevent him from blaming himself too much.
It’s just that all the watermelons here are growing well, and each one looks plump and juicy. Behind it is the hard work of the melon cultivators, and each one is good.
Feeling Qiu Shaoyuan's entanglement, the old man became even more angry.
"Go away, you useless thing! It takes so much effort to steal a watermelon!"
Throwing away the disciple who was supporting him, the old man walked tremblingly to the melon field and picked it up casually. I was about to smash a watermelon, but stopped when I touched the watermelon.
What a melon!
Although he looks old, he is only in his eighties.
The golden elixir of Xuantian Sect is not high in gold content, and there are a large number of techniques in the sect that are counterproductive, and he is one of them.
There are many such golden elixirs in Xuantian Sect, so the treatment is naturally not very good.
And he was one of the insignificant branches of Xuantian Sect. He had never seen any good things in the exile, but when he touched this melon, he knew that this thing was the best thing.
It would be such a shame if it was smashed like this.
After struggling for a long time, he put down the melon on hand in frustration, and then picked up another melon.
Better!
Taking a breath of cold air, he realized that his understanding of decency was still superficial.
I thought that all decent men were reckless men who only knew how to fight and kill, and would blow themselves up if they disagreed with each other, but I didn’t expect that they were also good at growing melons.
These hangings are obviously improved by magic. Not only do they taste good, but they also contain spiritual energy. After eating them, they can strengthen the body and slightly improve the cultivation level.
When he thought that Zhengpai had been eating such good food, he felt that it was hopeless for Xuantian Sect to counterattack Jiuzhou.
Just when he was thinking about what to do, he heard a voice leisurely: "Fellow Taoist, have you made your choice?"
Turning his head suddenly, he saw a The old man was sitting not far away, looking at them with a smile.
The other person looks like an ordinary old man, with no cultivation at all, but he gives people the feeling of standing tall on a mountain.
His skin is dark, his hands are covered with calluses, and he shows his white teeth when he speaks, making him look very hale and hearty.
The two girls on the side were holding water by his side and looking at Qiu Shaoyuan and his party with smiles.
The master was shocked when he felt the sudden appearance of the three people.
How did they get here!
Although my strength has been damaged due to spying on the future, at least I have the charm of Jindan Daoyun, so it is impossible not to feel the three of them.
However, there was no change in his golden elixir and no warning was issued, which showed that the three of them did not have any malicious intent.
Knowing that he was probably no match for the other party, the old man immediately put down the watermelon in his hand, cupped his hands and said, "We are..."
"Foreign monks. Please wait a moment."
Standing up, the old farmer looked around, then picked out seven watermelons and placed them one by one in front of everyone.
Killing the watermelon himself, the old farmer gave the watermelon to everyone with a smile: "Thank you for coming all the way. This is the melon field of our Shennong Valley. If the monks who come and go want to eat, they can come down and pick it. A tasting.”
The skin of the peeled watermelon is as thin as paper, and the flesh is bright red, making people drool. What's even more incredible is that there are no black seeds in each watermelon. One bite is full of pulp, exuding rich spiritual energy.
Looking at the watermelon without seeds, a disciple asked doubtfully: "Senior brother, does the watermelon have no seeds?"
"There should be." Qiu Shaoyuan said doubtfully, "But I eat less, so maybe there are watermelons without seeds."
"This is the specialty of our Shennong Valley, seedless watermelons. What you see now is the second batch, It tastes better and has more moisture.”
Qiu Shaoyuan hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "Old sir, I wonder how much this melon costs?"
"Our local food in Shennong Valley is free, you can just come here and eat it."
After looking everyone up and down, the old man shook his head and said: "I really don't know where you come from. You all look so miserable, and one of them is injured. Now that I have seen it, , then I can’t let you go.”
Then, without any explanation, he took the group of people into the Shennong Valley Sect, and then entertained them seriously for seven days.
After seven days, the old man was willing to let him go.
Before coming in, the seven people had sallow faces and thin muscles, and looked very depressed.
However, when they left, their hands were already filled with souvenirs, and their faces were rosy after eating, which was completely different from seven days ago.
The Taoist robe on my body has also been replaced by a Taoist robe made by Shennong Valley. The clothes woven with ice silk feel extremely smooth and can avoid water and fire when worn on the body. Even if it is sent to Xuantian Sect, it is still a piece of clothing. Treasure.
Touching the clothes on his body, Xuantian Sect Immortal Master sighed that the material of the clothes was good and the decent materials were rich.
Such a good thing is given away casually. Isn’t decent clothes free of charge?
Or is it that the place of exile is too bitter and cold to make such a thing?
The old man from Shennong Valley looked at the few people carrying goods on their backs and said with some dissatisfaction: "I feel like you still haven't eaten enough. Otherwise, stay a few more days and eat more."
“That’s enough, that’s enough.” Qiu Shaoyuan, who had gained weight, said quickly, “We feel ashamed for bothering you for so many days. We still have important things to do, so we can’t bother you anymore. ."
"Okay. Where are you going? I'll see if I can provide you with some help."
"Weapon Refining Pavilion."
"There... It just so happens that the Refining Pavilion needs a batch of ingredients. Can you help transport them there? Of course, your work will not be in vain. There are fifty spirit stones here, which will be your reward on the way. If they are delivered, there will be "Extra reward."
Qiu Shaoyuan was still worried about how to repay the kindness to Shennong Valley, but he was naturally overjoyed when he heard this.
Immediately handed over his hand, and he said happily: "Of course. I will definitely complete your request. It's just fifty spirit stones, isn't it a little more?"
"How much? No. Is it always this price?”
Hearing this, Qiu Shaoyuan stopped refusing.
After taking the storage bag and spirit stones handed over by the other party, he handed over his hands and thanked them again, and then flew towards the weapon refining pavilion with his junior brothers, junior sisters, and master.
After watching the other party leave, the Holy Spirit beside the old man asked: "Master Farm God, they are obviously monks of Xuantian Sect, can you just let them go?"
" There is blood in the body, but no evil spirit, and there are merits and virtues in the body, so there is no problem in letting them go." The God of Agriculture said with a smile, "Although I don't know what their purpose is, it is a time of great calamity. We can put aside the conflict for the time being and deal with the catastrophe first."
"No, I can also feel that they are good children." Du Yue! He said with a frown.
Huang Xiaoling on the side also nodded seriously, agreeing with Duyue's opinion.
"Huh? Well...yes, the Weapon Refining Pavilion."
Thinking of their destination, the God of Agriculture became a little nervous.
Can these disciples endure that kind of gold-selling cave?
(End of this chapter)