Beiyin Great Sage

Chapter 135: settle down

Chapter 135 Settlement

Regardless of other things, the living environment of Xiaolang Island is absolutely excellent.

Because most of the disciples are not on the island, there are many empty houses and courtyards to choose from, and most of them have good views.

The place Zhou Jia chose is one of them.

The courtyard is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a stone pavilion inside. Standing in the pavilion and looking out, the eyes are full of lush scenery and elegant landscapes.

The courtyard has three main rooms and four side rooms, seven or eight unknown trees, and many flowers and plants dotted among them.

No fierce beasts, no ghosts, no disputes...

Quiet and elegant.

A piece of peace.

It has been three years since he came to the Ruins Realm, and he has been tense all the time. Until then, Zhou Jia was far away from danger, relaxed a little, and lived a normal life.

"Squeak..."

The door of the house was not opened, the shaft lacked lubrication, and the sound was harsh and harsh.

entered the house.

Rows of simple shelves came into view. There were no treasures or books on the shelves, but some inconspicuous flower pots.

Taking out a wooden box from his body, crushing the ice crystals inside, Zhou Jia took the frozen seeds one by one and buried them in the soil one by one.

The ice crystals melted, and the seeds went deep into the soil.

Spiritual rain technique!

As soon as I thought about it, it rained continuously.

The rain curtain covered several flower pots and watered them slowly. As time went by, the herbs broke through the soil and sprouted tender sprouts.

Not long after, there were grass stems and vines climbing outwards, and even yellowish flowers bloomed.

The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.

To this,

Zhou Jia has become accustomed to it.

Seven days later.

Zhou Jia inspected the herbs in the house, his eyes changing back and forth.

The spiritual rain technique from Difuxing is really extraordinary. It has the ability to stimulate the growth of vegetation, and the effect is simply unimaginable.

Seven days, watering from time to time.

When it comes to the age of these herbs today, I am afraid that they have grown outside for thirty or fifty years.

To know.

The higher the age of the herb, the greater the efficacy.

The same goes for the secret medicine formula left by Luo Ping.

Many secret medicines, three-year-old herbal medicine can be used as medicine, and ten-year-old medicine is the best. As for the hundred-year-old medicine, it is comparable to a precious medicine alone.

Elixirs are used to assist in cultivation, but they are wasted.

Green Oriole Grass, 50 years old.

Fengzi, 30 years old.

Red blood flower, thirty years old.

…

Holding the booklet in his hand, Zhou Jia was thoughtful as he compared the above records.

The effect of the spirit rain technique is astonishing, but it seems to have a limit. If the herbs continue to be watered here, they will be of little use.

This limit, different herbs vary.

The lower the quality, the higher the growth year.

Up to fifty years.

on the contrary.

Rare and thick herbs, watered by the same amount of spiritual rain, will not have so many years of growth, and thirty years is the limit.

"Should be the difference in required spirituality."

Close the book, Zhou Jia murmured in a low voice:

"Fifty-year-old chaotic warbler grass, the internal medicine effect is similar to that of 30-year-old red blood flower, and the internal power of the spiritual rain technique is no longer enough to maintain their rapid growth."

He wasn't worried about this.

One of.

Thirty to fifty years of herbal medicine is more than enough for refining secret medicine.

Two rules.

Along with the improvement of his cultivation base, Difu Xing and Tianxuan Xing are slowly recovering, and the lifespan they will be born in the future will definitely be longer and longer.

This, the portable space that has become a little bigger, is the proof.

After carefully collecting the herbs, he turned his head and walked out of the room.

Leave a part as seeds, and use the secret methods of the Iron Yuan Sect to slowly refine the rest into the secret medicine needed for practice.

Three days later.

Five black pills the size of quail eggs are placed in front of you.

Zhou Jia sat cross-legged on the futon, reached out to pick up one, and smelled it lightly, a faint aroma of herbs floated into his nose.

In the body, Yuanli moved accordingly.

"Gulu..."

Open your mouth, swallow it into your belly, and in the blink of an eye, a stream of heat emerges from your chest and abdomen, instantly sweeps your body, and merges into the source force.

It’s like cooking oil over a raging fire, and like pushing a boat along the water.

The three-element-rectification method, which was originally operating in an orderly manner, suddenly increased in speed, and every time it operated in the body for a week, it could feel a little stronger.

A week is fleeting.

Zhou Jia's eyes were closed tightly, white smoke was emitting from his body, his flesh was slightly red, and a surge of source power also came from within his body.

I do not know how long it has been.

He opened his eyes, and his thoughts went straight to the sea of consciousness.

+80!

Zhou Jia's eyes lit up, and his face was filled with ecstasy.

The eighty experiences of the ninth grade are completely different from those of the low grade. Even if he works hard day and night, it will take seven or eight days to accumulate it.

How long is this?

Less than two hours!

‘Eighty at a time, the effect of the medicine has not been exhausted, and it should last for a few days. Even if the effect of the medicine weakens, it is far better than practicing by yourself. '

‘If you calculate it like this…’

Zhou Jia's breath became short of breath, and he couldn't help clenching his fists:

"One year!"

"It only takes one year to be promoted to the tenth rank!"

According to what Yan Ji said, the sooner one achieves the tenth rank, the more hopeful one is to break through to the black iron realm.

Before the age of thirty, there is nearly 70% certainty of attaining the tenth grade, and the probability of obtaining black iron is nearly 70%. At the age of forty, it is less than 30%. After the age of forty...

Xuantian Union will not even provide super-quality source quality to the tenth rank after the age of forty.

certainly.

You find a way to get it yourself, and the alliance doesn't care.

one year later,

Zhou Jia is not yet thirty.

"Even if the tenth rank is achieved, the secret medicine is still useful. When the tenth rank is completed, the possibility of a successful breakthrough is far greater than that of others."

In short,

The future can be expected!

After coming to Xiaolang Island for so long, I finally met Shan Muhua.

This Mr. Pen and Inkstone has a thin body, a thin appearance, a scorched complexion, and dull eyes. As the rumors say, he is seriously injured.

May really die soon.

"When Shan was injured, he went to the inner sect to seek expert diagnosis and treatment. Thanks to Bai Lao's care during that time, he has endured so much."

Shan Muhua sat on the soft chair, stroked his beard lightly, looked down at Zhou Jia with gentle eyes, nodded, and handed over a handwritten letter and token:

"I know that you joined Shan's sect just for a name, but we have the name of master and apprentice, so we won't treat you badly."

"If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"I'm not here…"

He pointed to Viola Shan at the side:

"You can also ask your senior sister. She has been with me since childhood. Although her strength is not as good as yours, she knows what she should know."

"Yes." Zhou Jia should be, and respectfully took the handwriting and token.

"You have a strong source of strength, your strength is fierce, and your weapons are still axes and shields. I am afraid that you are not suitable for practicing my sky-cracking hand." Shan Muhua lightly buckled the armrest and said:

"When you go down to choose martial arts, choose Zilei Saber Technique."

"This sword technique contains the power of thunder, which is unique to Jin Huang's lineage. It matches your aura, and Senior Brother Lei is proficient in this skill."

"If you don't understand, you can ask him."

Lei Batian, with a vulgar name, is a well-known figure in the Jinhuang lineage of the Outer Sect, and also Shan Muhua's brother-in-law.

"Yes!" Zhou Jia said yes again.

"I have taken in a total of thirteen disciples, and only four of them are still alive." After receiving the tea from his daughter, Shan Muhua took a sip and said:

"Except for your second senior brother Yuan Xisheng who has achieved Heitie, there is no hope for others to go further. You are very good, I hope you don't let me down."

"As long as the cultivation base reaches the tenth rank, I will apply to the alliance for super-grade source quality."

"Ahem!"

After just saying these few words, he breathed heavily and coughed again and again, so he suppressed his interest and waved towards Zhou Jia:

"Come here first today, if you have nothing else to do, just leave."

"Yes." Zhou Jia bowed his head:

"Disciple farewell."

...

"Zi Lei knife technique?"

Liu Yi was not surprised by Zhou Jia’s choice:

"Fortunately, you took Senior Shan's handwriting, and there is an explanation on it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to pass this kind of secret method to new disciples."

"Our Jinhuang lineage has three skills and six methods, and this Zilei sword method is one of them, and only this kind of method needs to be applied for before it can be taught."

As he spoke, he handed over a booklet:

"Return it after transcribing it. Remember not to spread it outside, otherwise it will be tantamount to betraying the Xuantian Union."

"Yes." Zhou Jia took the booklet:

"Thank you!"

Caressing the cheat book, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Zi Lei's saber technique is extremely high-grade, and even a master of black iron has a lot to rely on. Unexpectedly, it is so easy to get into it.

but…

Xuantian Union is not stingy with rumors about martial arts.

In order to resist natural disasters, fierce beasts, zombies and other alien species, the Dalin Dynasty once widely distributed martial arts cheats, as long as you are talented, you can practice it casually.

The higher the cultivation level, the better the cheats.

This can also be seen in Huojiabao, no matter which faction it is, it does not hide martial arts secrets, unless it is secret.

Of course, the shortcomings of good exercises are also obvious.

Difficult to practice and difficult to master.

Practice ordinary martial arts, you will have combat power in a month, and you will be proficient in a year.

After studying for half a lifetime, I haven't been able to master much.

This is not uncommon.

How to choose depends entirely on yourself.

"The other two exercises, what should the younger brother choose?"

"Brother, do you have any advice?" Zhou Jia asked after putting away the cheats.

"Well..." Liu Yi pondered for a while, then turned around and took out a cheat book:

"The technique of looking at the breath can measure whether the other person's aura is strong or not. It is also able to know the level of other people's cultivation level at a glance. It is a must-have skill for brothers and sisters."

Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows.

He was once recognized by others at a glance, and he was shocked at the time. Such exercises are useless to practice, but they are very useful.

"I want it!"

"The other one, can I owe it first?"

"Of course." Liu Yi nodded:

"Not only can you owe, but you can also sell it. Shall I introduce you to a buyer?"

"That's unnecessary." Zhou Jia waved his hand.

He does not lack skills now, but who knows whether he will lack them in the future, and he will not lack source stones for the time being, so it is better to save the opportunity.

Chalcedony wheat.

If it is taken care of carefully, the yield per mu can reach 800 catties.

This wheat can't help cultivation, but it can repair the hidden wounds of the human body. It is essential for those who want to prove the black iron.

"The old slave kowtowed to the Lord!"

Old Chu is over seventy years old and has grown chalcedony wheat on the island for half his life. He knows how to take care of it.

Fish is raised in paddy fields, the fish is fresh and tender, and can greatly replenish essence. For people below the sixth grade, the fish in Xiaolang Island are treasures, and the paddy fields are not far away.

"Um."

Zhou Jia inspected the ears of wheat and nodded slowly:

"This is still for you, the tax-free quota of your family will continue to be reserved."

It is impossible for him to spend time tending the fields, and chalcedony wheat is indispensable, and swimming fish can be exchanged for money. Since Lao Chu has worked for most of his life, he might as well continue to work.

As for the spiritual rain...

Doing this is too conspicuous, and it is even worse if it attracts the attention of others.

"Thank you, Lord!" Old Chu was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

"I heard..." After thinking for a while, Zhou Jia said:

"Every outer disciple has five quotas exempt from taxation and military service. Why are there only two quotas on Xiaolang Island?"

"This..." Old Chu hesitated for a moment, looked around, saw no outsiders, Fang whispered:

"In the early years, there were indeed five places, but they were all withdrawn later. I heard... the little old man just heard that they were sold to other people."

"That's it." Zhou Jia understood, and was not too surprised by this.

...

Dock.

The boat swayed back and forth on the water.

Luo Xiuying was wearing a pink skirt, her pretty face was pale, her eyes were full of tears, she bowed to Zhou Jia, her voice choked:

"Uncle Zhou, I...I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Zhou Jia put his hands behind his back, nodded slowly with no expression on his face:

"Go over there, don't cause trouble, first familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment in the Chu family, with your sixth-rank cultivation, you will definitely live well if you don't cause trouble."

"I know you want to open a martial arts gym and teach the martial arts of the Tieyuan sect, but there are many forces in the city, you should pay more attention to yourself and don't provoke disputes."

"Yes." Luo Xiuying bowed her head, tears falling down:

"I'll keep an eye out."

She was taken care of by others since she was a child. After the martial arts hall was run down, she was also taken care of by her father. Even after Luo Ping died, there was Zhou Jia.

Now that I am leaving, I am really alone.

Everything, you need to break through by yourself.

For a while, I couldn't help but feel a little confused, and even more panic about the uncertain future.

But she also knew that she couldn't ask Zhou Jia to do more.

Just because of her father's deathbed entrustment, the other party has always brought her by her side, and now she is even given a tax-free quota.

Gratitude is complete.

"Uncle Zhou!"

Luo Xiuying knelt on her knees and kowtowed until her forehead was bruised:

"I'm leaving."

The boat slides on the water surface and gradually disappears in the clouds.

Luo Xiuying stared blankly at the distant pier until a faint voice came with the wind.

"If you have time, you can come and see me."