Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He took the last remaining mass of blood essence from the red-haired youth directly into the space and buried it in the soil.

There were still some belongings of Aowu left in the place, and he picked them up, put them in the space, and dealt with the traces left by himself at the scene, and then he went underground again and disappeared.

After leaving the battlefield, he got out of the ground again and flew towards the capital city.

In all, he and Aowu had met twice in total, and the other party had died twice. Maybe it was because of their incompatibility, or because of his own life.

Although Ao Wu died as a puppet, it was definitely a huge loss to the main body.

The large number of puppets lost only twice is a huge wealth, and the ordinary noble family has to go bankrupt.

With the annihilation of part of the consciousness of the puppet, it will also cause a lot of damage to the main body. If the loss of the consciousness is lost, it is not an easy task to restore.

Zhang He returned to the city, sorted out Ao Wu's relics, and obtained an oversized storage bag with a radius of at least 100 zhang.

Such large storage bags are rare and valuable.

The difficulty of refining storage magic weapons is very high, and the materials are also very expensive. At present, Huya and the others have not been able to master this technology.

He intends to throw it to Wensheng's caravan to use it. When transporting some rare materials, he doesn't have to expose it.

In addition, more than 4,000 second-order spirit stones were harvested, as well as a lot of messy refining materials.

After a day off at the residence, he invited Mei Yingxue to attend the trade fair together the next day.

After the warm-up a few days ago, today's trade fair is a lot more lively.

Everyone took out the good things they had put in the bottom of the box and put them out for trading.

Zhang He also took out more than ten thousand-year-old spirit medicines from the space and lined them up. For him, selling spirit stones or exchanging other rare spirits is fine.

Mei Yingxue took out a magic weapon and placed it next to Zhang He.

The two casually set up a small booth, moved out the small bench, and sat side by side in the back of the set.

When he had nothing to do, Zhang He simply took out a pot of Hundred Flowers Spiritual Wine and a small snack, and the two drank it one by one, occasionally chatting a few times.

Today, Zhang He's business is good. It only took half a day to sell all the more than ten thousand-year-old elixir, and exchange a few elixir and a lot of spirit stones.

The magic weapon that Mei Yingxue put out has never been sold, and she doesn't care, anyway, she doesn't mean to drink.

"My elixir is sold out and ready to close, are you still selling it?"

"I won't sell it anymore." Mei Yingxue stretched out her hand and put the magic weapon in front of her into the storage bag.

"There is a Zuixianlou in Daducheng. The wine and food there is one of the best in Daducheng. My aunt took me to eat there before."

"Okay! I also earned some spirit stones today. Let's go to Zuixianlou for dinner after closing the stall."

When the two of them put away their clothes and were about to leave, a thin cultivator hurriedly ran towards them.

"This fellow Daoist, please wait a moment!"

Hearing this, Zhang He raised his head and glanced, then put the bench on the ground into the storage bag, "What's the matter with you?"

"Fellow Daoist, I just saw that you have a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng plant here, do you still have it?"

When this skinny cultivator passed by here just now, he saw that the thousand-year-old white jade ginseng on Zhang He's booth was exactly what he needed, but after inquiring, he didn't have enough spirit stones in his pocket.

Then he hurried back to the family and dug a rare spiritual plant to exchange.

It's just that he seems to be a step late.

"No, it's sold out."

Zhang He was about to leave with Mei Yingxue with a wave of his hand. It was important for the two to have a date for dinner. He didn't have to worry about selling the healing elixir of Millennium White Jade Ginseng.

"Fellow Daoist! Look again, maybe in the corner of the storage bag, you may accidentally drop one or two, maybe you are willing to trade with this thing."

Millennium white jade ginseng is not a weed, how could it have fallen.

However, when the skinny cultivator took out an item from the storage bag, Zhang He felt that the skinny cultivator had a point.

Maybe there is a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng that has been missed in some inconspicuous corner.

The skinny cultivator held a group of coiled wooden vines in his hand, with a forbidden talisman attached to it.

"Is this a bloodthirsty vine?"

Zhang He has seen descriptions of bloodthirsty vines in the classics, but he has never seen the real thing.

"The Taoist friend's eyesight, this is a bloodthirsty vine that has been passed down from my family. It has been more than a thousand years old. The thousand-year-old white jade ginseng used in exchange for Taoist friends should not make Taoists suffer."

"Fellow Daoist, allow me to look for it again, maybe the next one is really missing in the storage bag."

Zhang He, who originally planned to close the stall and leave, put his hand into the storage bag and pretended to look for it perfunctorily, and then actually took out a thousand-year-old white jade ginseng.

"Daoist friend is really a god. I didn't expect such a big white jade ginseng to be missed in my storage bag."

Mei Yingxue had been standing beside her, coldly watching the two men finally complete the transaction under the hypocritical and clumsy performance.

What my aunt said is true, the most untrustworthy thing in the world is a man's mouth, don't take it too seriously.

"Come on, let's eat."

Zhang He was in a good mood just after he had just traded a rare spiritual artifact. He took Mei Yingxue's hand and walked out.

The bloodthirsty vine was thrown into the space by him, and the little skeleton has already picked up the hoe, ready to plant it.

This kind of spiritual plant has no pharmacological effect, and is a very rare wood-type refining material.

The bloodthirsty vine is covered with thorns and hovers in the dense forest. Once a living creature strays into its territory, it will launch an active entanglement attack to entangle the prey.

The spikes on the vine pierce the invader's body and inject a paralytic toxin into it. This toxin will not kill, but it will make the prey weak and lose the ability to struggle to escape.

These spikes then slowly **** the blood of the **** prey.

Once entangled by the bloodthirsty vine, it will be a nightmarish method of death. He loses any resistance and can only watch his blood slowly being sucked dry.

With the size of a person, it will take several days to completely die. During this period, you will experience various negative emotions such as pain, despair, and helplessness.

The bloodthirsty vine looks ugly, but its flowers are charming and beautiful, and its floral fragrance can drift far away.

It attracted countless ignorant monsters or people to look for it from afar and take the initiative to add food to the bloodthirsty vine.

The pollen of the bloodthirsty vine is a kind of excellent spice, which is favored by many female nuns, and has always been in short supply.

At the current market price, one dollar of bloodthirsty vine pollen can sell 1,000 spirit stones, and it may not be possible to buy it.

When Zhang He and Mei Yingxue walked to the Zuixianlou, the little skeleton had already planted the bloodthirsty vine in the space.

The moment the little skeleton tore off the forbidden talisman, the bloodthirsty vine immediately came to life, and the vines swept toward the little skeleton like a wandering long snake.

Its speed is so fast and its angle is tricky, so that the battle-hardened little skeleton is also caught, and a vine is entangled in the ribs.

The spikes on the vine immediately pierced the little skeleton's ribs.

It's just that the little skeleton has no flesh all over his body, and only has hard bones, which can't be pierced, can't release toxins, and can't absorb blood.

Without the help of poison, this vine entangling the ribs would not pose any danger to the little skeleton.

The little skeleton pulled it hard and pulled the vine down together with the ribs.

Then continue to be like nothing else, carrying a bucket and pouring a bucket of spiritual spring water on the bloodthirsty vine.

After he left the range of the bloodthirsty vine, the torn rib flew back to the little skeleton with a "swoosh".

Due to the skeleton structure, the bone structure is unstable and easy to fall off. Sometimes I shake my head, but it is thrown out because of too much force, and I have to go all the way to pick it up and put it back on, which is very troublesome.

It can only be said that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

The little skeleton gave full play to his own subjective initiative and refined every bone on his body. Each bone was equivalent to a magic weapon, which could fly out to attack the enemy at will.

After pouring the bloodthirsty vine, the little skeleton went to work in the spiritual field with the **** again.

While the little skeleton was working tirelessly to farm, Zhang He and Mei Yingxue sat down by the window in Zuixianlou and ordered a large table of delicious food.

The spiritual food dishes made by this Zuixianlou really live up to their reputation. Each dish is carefully selected spiritual ingredients and cooked by professional spiritual chefs.

The price is a bit expensive. For a casual dish, you have to start with dozens of spirit stones. The table they ordered is worth thousands of spirit stones, which is not something that ordinary monks can afford. Ordinary people can even smell one. There are no qualifications for tone.

Just a small assortment of assorted platters on this table is made up of eight kinds of rare spiritual fruits, worth 600 spiritual stones.

Ordinary small family building foundation, this dish can make him poor, or even bankrupt.

Zhang He pondered that when the space becomes larger in the future, he can also order a variety of fruit and vegetable trees to eat by himself. Currently, there are only peaches, and occasionally a watermelon or two.

"You try this little sweet fish, it's their specialty, you can't find this kind of fish anywhere else."

Mei Yingxue was quite familiar with the dishes of this restaurant, so she enthusiastically introduced every dish on the table to Zhang He.

Zhang He sighed in his heart that Mei Yingxue, as a second-generation immortal, had a much better life than an ordinary cultivator.

He picked up a three-inch long golden fish and threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, the fish was crispy, salty, fresh and spicy perfectly blended together, and it was indeed much better than the cooks in Ningjing County.

Next, he tasted several other dishes, all of which were delicious, living up to the thousands of spirit stones he spent.

"The wine in their house is a little worse. It's not as good as the Baihualing wine you brewed."

Mei Yingxue helped Zhang He pour a small glass of spirit wine, Zhang He took a sip, it was indeed much worse than his wine.

In fact, there are a lot of spirit wines in his space, Mei Yingxue prefers flower wine, and he doesn't bring out the rest.

The spirit wine he brewed himself is made of high-quality spirit materials, and it is aged in the space for a long time to absorb the rich spirit in the space, which is quite different from ordinary spirit wine.

"In addition to Baihua Brewing, I also have a spirit peach wine, do you want to try it?"

"Okay, of course I'll try it."

Zhang He took out a small wine jar and poured a glass for each of them.

This jar of peach wine has been aged in the space for decades. Occasionally, he will pour it on it with spiritual spring water. Now when it is poured out, the room is filled with fragrance, and it drifts to every corner of the restaurant.

Many diners in the restaurant were immediately attracted by the aroma of the wine, constantly twitching their noses and greedily inhaling the aroma of the wine in the air.

"The shopkeeper, you are hiding good wine here but you are reluctant to sell it to me, because you are afraid that I can't afford the spirit stone?"

The roar of a strong man sounded, followed by similar voices all over the restaurant, shouting and scolding one after another.

The monks who can come here to consume are all the best among the nobles. The store has good wine to sell to others, but not to themselves. In their opinion, this is simply an insult to Chi Guoguo.

This time, the shopkeeper was scratching his head in a hurry, and hurriedly asked the shop assistant to find the source of the aroma of the wine.

After a while, the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou walked up to Zhang He with a smile on his face and bowed his hands.

"This fellow Daoist! The shopkeeper of Zuixianlou will not pay for the package. I have an unkind request. Can you resell some of the spirit wine of fellow Daoist to me?"

The shopkeeper Bao was really forced by the customer, so he had to make this last resort.

Zhang He only pondered for a while, and then he already had the answer.

"But yes, but I don't have a lot of spirit wine, and it's more difficult to brew..."

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, you will never lose your fellow Daoist on the price."

The shopkeeper Bao was also very knowledgeable and immediately made a promise.

"Look at a small altar like me, what's the value?"

Zhang He pushed the remaining small wine jar to the shopkeeper Bao.

"Can you comment below?"

"Please!"

The shopkeeper Bao brought a small wine glass, poured half a glass of wine into it, put it in front of his nose and gently smelled the aroma of the wine, and then drank a small sip of the spirit wine into his mouth.

To enter the spirit wine, use your tongue to push up slightly, and a mouthful of spirit wine spreads out in the whole mouth. Several different tastes are presented at the same time in different positions in the mouth, and there is no special taste.

"Good wine! Really good wine!"

The shopkeeper Bao couldn't help but sighed in admiration.

"I wonder how much spirit wine you have?"

"It's not easy to make this wine. I only make a small part for my own drinking, and I can only sell it to you five jars a month."

There are still a lot of spirit wines in the Zhanghe space, especially spirit wines made from spirit sweet potatoes, and there are a lot of them.

But the rare thing is the most expensive, and now the shopkeeper Bao is still actively asking him to buy it, which is more convenient for him to raise the price.

And he promised to make 5 altars per month, and he made a long-term business. In the future, he can sell any good things to Zuixianlou.

"How about I give out 8,000 spirit stones for such a small altar?"

This kind of small wine jar can hold five catties of spirit wine. Zhang He originally thought that it would be good to sell 5,000 spirit stones.

When people make an offer, they leave room for themselves so that they can increase their bargaining chips in the negotiation.

Zhang He guessed that Bao Bao's psychological price should be 10,000 spirit stones.

If he exceeds the other party's psychological price a little bit, the other party will generally accept it after hesitating.

"12,000 spirit stones per altar, if it doesn't work, then forget it."

Zhang He directly added 2000 spirit stones to the guessed psychological price.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper Bao was hesitant. He wanted to refuse, but the customers below were pressing hard.

In fact, it was only a little more than the price he expected. If he resells it, there is still room for profit.

"12,000 is fine, but I want 10 altars a month."

"make a deal!"