Chapter 42 Small Harvest

At the foot of Changling Mountain.

As if by appointment, many spiritual farmers decided to harvest spiritual rice on this day.

Therefore, many spiritual farmers rushed to the spiritual fields early.

Especially Old Xu, almost all of his family went to the field.

Ten acres of spiritual fields, wouldn't it take a while to work?

Some solitary spiritual farmers did not hesitate to spend money at this time, and specially invited one or two innate warriors to help with the work.

Although the stems of spiritual rice are tough, the mowing knife is sharp, and the innate true qi of the warrior is also not weak, so harvesting spiritual rice is not a problem.

"Let's get started, and try to harvest all the spiritual rice today."

Zhou Qiankun shouted in a low voice, and directly took a mowing knife and went to the spiritual field.

Zhou Changwang would not be lazy, and also took the mowing knife and went to the field from the other side.

The spiritual power in his body moved slightly and poured into the mowing knife, and then he grabbed a spiritual rice and cut it hard.

The spiritual rice was cut off, and then he put it aside and continued to harvest the next one. After more than ten plants, he paused slightly and gathered all the spiritual rice stalks together.

However, compared with Zhou Changwang, his father Zhou Qiankun was much faster.

He just stood there and faced the spiritual rice with the blade. As the true energy surged, the knife flashed.

Puff...

With a muffled sound, a piece of spiritual rice in front of him was harvested to the end, and then he picked it up one by one, piled it aside, and then stepped forward to cut again.

One piece at a time, one pile.

And so on.

When Zhou Changwang finished cutting a handful, there were already three piles around him.

It took a little time to pick up the spiritual rice, otherwise it would be faster.

Seeing this, Zhou Changwang hurried forward and said, "Dad, you cut it and I pick it up. It's faster this way."

Hearing this, Zhou Qiankun also nodded, and then the true energy surged and waved forward.

Swish~!

He cut a large area, then stepped forward again and swung his knife again.

Zhou Changwang followed behind and picked up the rice quickly.

The two cooperated very quickly.

In less than half an hour, an acre of spiritual field was harvested.

Then, Zhou Changwang dragged a trailer and was about to throw the rice from the spiritual rice stalks. Zhou Qiankun hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't bother."

As he said that, he put the spiritual rice stalks into the trailer, and then shook his body slightly. Under the transmission of strength, the spiritual rice condensed on the spiritual rice fell off and flew out.

Looking at the spiritual rice stalks again, except for one or two shriveled spiritual rice, there was no residue at all.

"Dad, what kind of martial arts do you have?

And the knife technique for cutting the spiritual rice just now seems to be very strong."

Zhou Changwang asked curiously.

"This is the power of spiritual resonance.

Using force transmission and the power of shaking, the spiritual rice at the end of the spiritual grass can be shaken out. It is nothing. Almost all innate warriors can easily master it.

As for the sword technique, it is a sword slash against the wind. It takes the artistic conception of facing the wind and slashing against the trend. If a person with a high realm is in harmony with the heaven and earth, he can even slash with the wind.

In other words, even if the wind blows towards the blade, when the warrior swings the sword out, it can blend into it and use the power of the wind to increase its power."

Zhou Qiankun was a little proud at first, but he didn't But he glanced at Zhou Changwang, and then quickly changed the subject, saying: "These are all minor skills.

Compared to magic, they are nothing.

You don't have to spend your mind on this, it's just a waste of time.

Learning magic and improving your cultivation is the most important thing.

As long as you reach the fourth level of Qi training, no matter what kind of warrior you are, they are all chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning."

"I think this martial arts is also unique."

Zhou Changwang knew that his father's martial arts was actually very advanced, and he was a real martial arts peak strongman.

It's just a pity that this is a world of immortal cultivation. When the road ahead is cut off, even the martial arts peak is powerless to fight against the fourth level of Qi training cultivators.

Because once a cultivator reaches the fourth level of Qi training, his mental power can be combined with his spiritual power and transformed into spiritual consciousness. No matter what martial arts he uses, no matter how exquisite they are, they cannot escape from spiritual consciousness. In addition, cultivators at the fourth level of Qi training can freely control magic tools and turn and shuttle at will. They are extremely powerful. Even if they are born with martial arts and have true qi to protect their bodies, they are still mortals and cannot resist.

Therefore, he has always opposed Zhou Changwang's martial arts training, not wanting him to waste his time on it.

"After all, it's just a mortal's skill, it's nothing."

Zhou Qiankun shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Changwang wanted to give him some words of comfort, but he could only remain silent.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are also methods of physical cultivation, but even if it is physical cultivation, one must have spiritual roots to practice.

Mortals cannot withstand the baptism of spiritual energy at all.

Perhaps there are some amazing people in the martial arts field who can find another way, take a key step, and embark on the road of martial arts, but at least in Fengmingwu Market, there is no such person.

Zhou Qiankun has been searching for 20 years, but he has never heard of such a person.

Then, Zhou Qiankun continued to work.

The spiritual rice fell at a very fast speed under Zhou Qiankun's spiritual shaking method.

Zhou Changwang only needs to take out the sack and put all the spiritual grains into it.

Soon, one acre of spiritual field was harvested, and there were three more bags of spiritual grains beside him.

"A bag of spiritual rice is about 200 kilograms, and three generations is 600 kilograms.

After deducting the husks of the spiritual grains, it is almost 550 kilograms."

Zhou Changwang made a brief calculation and was quite satisfied.

Five hundred and fifty kilograms, which had exceeded his planned output.

This extra amount was profit.

However, the second mu was a spiritual field that had been ravaged by the armored pigs. Although it was restored a little with the help of the dead wood rejuvenation technique, the spiritual rice that was eaten could not grow back.

The last harvest only yielded less than two bags, which was about 400 kilograms. Excluding the husks, the spiritual rice output was about 370 kilograms.

The third mu of spiritual field gave Zhou Changwang a small surprise. The spiritual grain alone reached 670 kilograms. Excluding the husks, 610 to 20 kilograms of spiritual rice could be harvested.

"All in all, it's equivalent to my total harvest of 1,530 kilograms of spiritual rice.

Even if we don't take into account the factors of being ravaged by the armored pigs, on average, it has reached the standard of 500 kilograms per mu.

It can be called a small harvest.

It's worth my efforts during this period."

Looking at the bags of spiritual grains piled on the spiritual field, Zhou Changwang also smiled.

As for the acre of spiritual field that was poorly harvested, he also got compensation in another way.

The armored pigs were sold by Zhou Qiankun, which brought him an income of 110 low-grade spiritual stones.

Now his total amount of spiritual stones has reached more than 880.

It's not far from the 1,000 mark.

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