Lin Yunzi bowed his hands and retired silently.
In front of the high case, Shumai's hands stopped abruptly, solidified for a moment, and reluctantly opened the hat.
It was an old face with drooping eyelids.
Confirming Xiao Ran's identity, the old man got up and gave a slight bow.
"Baili Qingfeng has seen Senior Brother Xiao."
After he finished speaking, he sat down, his voice was loose and dry, slightly disrespectful.
"You are Welcome."
Xiao Ran had heard Lin Yunzi's introduction about this person before.
Baili Qingfeng is the master of Dagu Peak, coached by Lingnong, and cultivated in Jindan.
Looking at the spiritual fields of Dagufeng from Xiao Ran's full-level farming perspective, Baili Qingfeng has at least a level of more than 60 points.
It's a pity that after the end of the law, Dagufeng's spiritual field has been greatly reduced, and the old man Baili can't find a good solution.
Although the inner sect coach and the direct disciple are of the same generation, they usually call each other senior brothers and sisters respectfully.
What's more, spiritual agriculture is a non-pillar industry of Zongzhishan, and its status in the door is declining year by year, and it is on the verge of being forgotten all year round.
There is only a certain stubborn coach in the door, who comes to Dagufeng to farm for two hours every day.
Personal disciples come to visit this kind of thing, which is not encountered once a year.
"Senior Brother Xiao is really young and promising."
Baili Qingfeng complimented him with a smile.
Unlike Lin Yunzi's sincere flattery, Baili Qingfeng's young and promising sentence is slightly ironic.
After all, with his golden core cultivation, Xiao Ran could be killed a thousand times with a single finger, so it was inevitable to despise this mortal who had entered the fairy gate inexplicably.
Xiao Ran didn't even greet him, he said straight to the point:
"I need good seeds, fresh linggu and natural yeast."
yeast
Baili Qingfeng pouted and said:
"It's all at this juncture, does Brother Xiao still have the heart to make wine?"
Xiao Ran naturally knew what this juncture was referring to, but he was too lazy to talk about it, and made a quick decision.
"This is what Master ordered."
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Baili Qingfeng's old face stiffened, and he was immediately respectful.
"Please follow me to the barn."
In the underground barn, ventilated, cool and dry.
Looking at Gudui, there are rice grains and wheat grains from Qi Refining Realm to Jindan Realm, but at least they are Chen Guzi from half a year ago.
It's fine as a seed, but it's not enough as a material for sake brewing.
Baili Qingfeng packed two sacks of high-quality grain and wheat seeds and gave them to Xiao Ran for free.
However, Xiao Ran still paid two spirit stones.
He didn't want to owe the old man a favor.
These Chengu grades are okay, but the quality is mediocre, and they can't get into the eyes of full-level wine masters.
"I need fresh fine grain, and sake will be brewed tonight."
The legendary overnight sake brewing
Could it be that this is the master of drinking wine deliberately chosen by the sword-wielding elder
Baili Qingfeng no longer dared to neglect.
"Fresh and high-quality valleys suitable for sake brewing require Senior Brother Xiao to personally enter the valleys and pick and pick them one by one. As for yeast, there are many black mushrooms that can cultivate natural yeasts in the wild forests of Xiaojiaofeng Mountain in the southwest."
After he finished speaking, he handed the jade slip in the valley to Xiao Ran.
"Thank you."
…
Come to the valley.
The wind is melodious and the river is rushing.
Xiao Ran walked briskly on the spiritual embankment of rice and shuttled through the golden wheat fields.
The breeze came slowly, and the faint scent of grain filled the world.
The autumn light shone, filled with the fragrance of wheat ears.
Xiao Ran remembered the scene when he was picking tea at Chashan when he was a child.
The scenery is beautiful, but the tea is not worth a few dollars.
The scenery here is more beautiful and magnificent, but the grade and quality of Lingzhi are very mediocre. Compared with the herbs on Baicao Peak, the gap is too far.
After walking a long way, Xiao Ran was unable to find a satisfactory fresh valley.
Occasionally I met a few Lingnong disciples who were working in the valley.
When these older disciples saw Xiao Ran, they only greeted him symbolically, and then went their separate ways. No one was a tour guide for him.
Xiao Ran was walking by the river.
Suddenly I smelled an unnoticeable fragrance.
Xunxiang looked carefully.
It was actually the husks of several ears of wheat floating in the river!
The scent is unusual...
Xiao Ran hurriedly jumped into the water, picked up a piece of husk, and chewed it in his mouth.
Well, the appearance is average, the grade is not high, but the quality... Absolutely!
Walking up the river for seven or eight miles, Xiao Ran came to a certain hillside and found a wheat field with several acres of land.
The straw is very mixed, green and yellow, tall and short, straight and curved, growing in a mess in the same wheat field.
Mai Gusheng's appearance is not good, and each has its own grades and flaws.
The only thing that is the same is that each wheat plant has a very different but very prominent aroma.
It is a kind of transparency of a very high realm, a kind of free, introverted, wheat fragrance that is not distributed for human beings.
Weeds grow on the edge of the wheat field.
A middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat and unshaven beard, with a hoe handle resting on his head and a long sword in his arms, lay among the weeds.
Wearing a farming uniform, he held a short ear of wheat in his mouth and hummed a melodious tune.
The tune hummed, the spirit rate was gentle and fluttering, and it seemed to carry some kind of magical power that allowed the wheat plants to grow freely.
For a moment, Xiao Ran seemed to see... The Catcher in the Rye.
Taking care of such wheat fields, it can be seen that he is not a layman.
Xiao Ran felt admiration in his heart, cupped his hands and clasped his fists from afar:
"The junior needs some fresh wheat to make wine, can the senior give up the love?"
The middle-aged man lifted a corner of his hat, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Xiao Ran's high-level blue disciple robe.
He probably knew Xiao Ran's identity.
But he did not give Xiao Ran a high look because he was a direct disciple.
He didn't look down upon him because he was a mortal.
No joy and no sorrow.
"I'm not your senior, Xianmai will do it yourself."
"Thank you."
Xiao Ran went deep into the wheat field and began to select carefully.
He is precise to each grain of wheat, and what he pursues is not the perfection of the appearance, or the high-level and unity of the grade, but the selection of the quality of wheat that is infinitely close to perfection.
He picked slowly and patiently.
The middle-aged man seemed to be sleeping soundly, but he couldn't sleep anymore.
Because of the behavior of this new direct disciple...
Not a realm that a mortal can reach!
He can pinpoint wheat grains of perfect quality—even though the grains vary in size, color, and crooked melons.
Met an expert!
Is it the master of wine and brewing that the sword-wielding elder specially looked for
He was silent.
After half an hour, Xiao Ran finally collected two catties of wheat.
Considering that it is high-grade Lingmai and the wort is fine and thick, it is not a problem to brew 10 catties of sake with this amount.
"This is a spirit stone."
Xiao Ran respectfully took out five spirit stones as a gesture of respect.
The middle-aged man shook his head.
"I don't need spirit stones. If you sincerely thank me, please help me get rid of the weeds and pests in the field."
The corners of Xiao Ran's eyes narrowed, and he said calmly:
"Senior is joking."
"Um?"
"In this field, there is not a single excess pest, nor a single excess weed, all of which are companion spiritual plants and spiritual insects carefully selected by the predecessors."
The middle-aged man was slightly surprised.
With the sword in hand, he slowly got up.
His stature is very tall, revealing an indescribable vicissitudes.
"It seems that Your Excellency has a deep knowledge of fields."
Xiao Ran respectfully clasped his fists.
"Senior has been awarded."
The middle-aged man came to the river, looked at the river, and pressed down the front of the bamboo hat.
"May I take the liberty to ask you a question?"
"Senior, please."
"If one day, the Netherworld besieges Zongzhi Mountain, you are faced with two choices."
The middle-aged man's voice was calm, with a touch of vicissitudes and compassion.
"The first one, you choose to draw your sword, and in the end, because the disparity between the enemy and me is too great, you die in the mouth of the ghost."
"Second, you judge the situation, retreat cautiously, escape into a safe underground cave, start secretly farming, continue the fire, and wait for the day to come back."
"How would you choose?"
Xiao Ran thought to himself.
The second is that Gou survives to continue the incense and waits for the day to turn around. This is an absolutely correct choice in theory.
But if you think about it carefully, only a few people can enjoy such a chance to survive, and most people will die by the mouth of the nether no matter whether they resist or not.
And as a sword-wielding disciple, under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to choose to retreat and farm in ignorance of the life of the weak.
Although he is good at farming.
But farming can be done by women and the weak, and the duty of the sword bearer is to keep their farming safe.
"I will draw my sword."
Xiao Ran answered without hesitation, and then said:
"But I will not die in the mouth of the Nether."
All of a sudden!
The river turned up the tide.
The wheat field is rippling with waves.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly.
"As expected of the apprentice personally chosen by the sword-wielding elder, I was the one who was abrupt."
He saw firmness and confidence in Xiao Ran.
And these two points are precisely the most precious qualities of a sword wielder.
Xiao Ran's farming accomplishments are very high, but his cultivation base is only a mortal person, and he looks like an excellent farmer.
But in his opinion, this is a better sword wielder with infinite potential.
Xiao Ran was a little curious, clasped his fists and asked:
"What do you call senior?"
The middle-aged man turned around and took off his hat, revealing a face with dry, cracked skin and a thin curly beard.
"Chen Gongxing."