Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 72 Children

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon that day, a short and fat little figure stood in the newly opened spiritual field of Chongming Sect.

He placed his fair and tender right hand on a leaf of the Red Spirit Valley and frowned. A slender ray of Gengjin energy flowed along his chubby white fingers and slowly sank into the thick stem of the Red Spirit Valley.

Several fleshy black-shelled insects hiding in the stems were frightened and panicked. They bumped around in the stems, but they could not escape the poisonous clutches of the Gengjin Qi and were killed one by one.

"Huh, I'm so tired. Junior Brother Jin, you are the better one. As a cultivator, there are many things to do every day, and there are endless things to do." The little fat man habitually wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his robe, and just then he seemed to remember something.

He immediately changed the finger gestures in his hand, and water vapor as thick as a lint needle instantly surrounded his short and fat body, allowing the water vapor to carry away the dust and dirt on his body.

"Junior brother, I come to bring you food in such a scorching sun, why is Senior Brother Kang still making fun of me?" Jin Shilun walked to the edge of the field with a bitter face, carrying a lunch box filled with a whole elbow, sweat on his forehead.

"Haha, thank you for your hard work, junior brother." Kang Rongquan happily took the lunch box and did not forget to cast a Qingfeng Spell on Jin Shilun with his backhand.

"Huh." After the breeze blew across my face, I felt refreshed.

Jin Shilun felt comfortable, but he sighed inaudibly in his heart. He looked at Kang Rongquan, who was eating with an innocent face, with envy in his eyes.

The previously hired chef had returned to Xuanwei City half a year ago.

During the year he reclaimed land during the reign of Emperor Chongming, he got along very well with everyone in the clan.

According to him, it is rare to see such a generous host. If he did not have a large family in Xuanwei City that he could not leave, he might have asked the headmaster to let him stay in Chongming Sect for a long time as an external deacon.

Regardless of whether this was just a polite remark, he did have a special fondness for Kang Rongquan.

Perhaps because he had given birth to a bunch of daughters and no sons, the old farmer with wrinkles on his face could hardly take his eyes off the child who was as white and chubby as a doll in a New Year picture.

Almost whenever he had free time, he would ask Kang Rongquan to teach him the skills of Master Jia for free. It was said that he had even secretly asked the head of the sect whether Kang Rongquan could go back to Xuanwei City with him and arrange a marriage for his daughter.

Master Kang naturally would not agree to such a thing as throwing a meat bun at a dog. He was still waiting for Kang Rongquan to build a foundation and glorify the family as soon as possible.

But he really couldn't bear to give up the craftsmanship of the farmer, so he just kept fooling around.

The farmer was so happy that he took Kang Rongquan to the spiritual field every day to teach him everything he knew, and acted like the old donkey pulling the mill, always moving towards the radish.

Maybe it was that Master Jia was really generous, or maybe it was that Kang Rongquan was really talented.

Now, the little fat boy, who is about to turn seven years old, is already the best in the Chongming Sect in terms of the attainments of Jiashi.

Judging from the old cultivator's pleased and envious look, it only takes two or three more years of hard work for Chongming Sect to produce a proper master farmer.

The spiritual plant cultivation was not at the bottom of the hundred arts of cultivation as most people thought. Or strictly speaking, there was no difference between the hundred arts of cultivation.

A true and proper farming master is no different from an alchemist, weapon master, or formation master, and is someone who is actively sought after by all major forces.

They can comb the veins of the earth according to the needs of their masters, cultivate the spiritual fields with ingenuity, and cultivate spiritual plants according to local conditions to create a large amount of spiritual resources.

Jiashi is an especially important part of any organized power system.

It's just that David's Immortal Dynasty lacks the inheritance of this art, and Master Jia's entry level is indeed a little simpler, which makes Master Jia's art less popular than the other hundred arts.

Even so, Kang Dabao was still very happy when he heard that Kang Rongquan had outstanding talent under Master Jia.

You know, Kang Rongquan is less than eight years old this year. In two or three years, he will be just a child in his early teens. Such talent is rare even in some foundation-building sects with shallow backgrounds. His future is truly limitless.

This is a personal fate, and Jin Shilun can only envy it.

But he didn't expect that after almost three years of cultivation, even Kang Rongquan, who came later, was one step ahead of him and became a monk half a year ago. This really made him feel mixed emotions.

Fortunately, next month, I will be able to try to draw the spirit into my body again! I can't fail again!

If I fail again, will I have to call Moer "senior sister"? Then, as the young leader of a village who has been a young talent for more than ten years, do I have to save some face?

"Hiccup, junior brother's craftsmanship is still as good as ever, much better than sister Mo'er." Kang Rongquan rubbed his greasy hands in the soil as usual, and then patted the dry soil off his hands.

"Give it to me." Kang Rongquan happily stretched out his hand towards Jin Shilun.

"Brother, you are almost eight years old." Jin Shilun took out a strange-looking ice jade glass bottle with a helpless look on his face, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to the fat baby.

"Only if you drink more spirit beast milk when you grow up can you grow taller. This is what my great uncle said." Kang Rongquan took it and took a sip happily. It was this taste, icy and delicious.

"Brother, you've worked so hard." Jin Shilun looked at the fiery red scene in front of him. With twenty-one acres of spiritual fields, how many bushels of red spiritual grains could be harvested!
"Mm-m-m, gulp-gulp. Master told me to work harder today and catch up with the progress. He will teach me to identify medicinal herbs tomorrow afternoon, so I can't delay."

Kang Rongquan nodded as he drank, the pigtail behind his head swaying as he did so. After he finished speaking, he handed the clean glass bottle back to Jin Shilun, and patted his bulging belly with satisfaction.

"Burp." Seven-tenths full.

"A year ago, Master Zhou taught me to grow yellow sprout beans. Although they grow slowly and taste bad, they are useless to cultivators and can only be used to feed the spirit beasts in the animal garden. But they also enriched the field, and that bearded formation master finally cleared the spirit veins.

This year, I followed what Master Zhou taught me before I left, and used the red spiritual grains in the warehouse as seeds to try to grow a plant. Oh, I didn't expect that the ground veins and spiritual veins were not clear, and I applied the Xiaoyunyu Jue six more times, which caused it to grow poorly and suffer from insect pests.

I shouldn't have listened to Master Zhou. The Nine Theories on Spiritual Plants left by the seniors in the sect mentioned that the soil in Pingrong County is poor. If we don't take good care of the first-grade low-grade spiritual fields for a few years, we can't grow high-grade spiritual plants. We should try to plant tea-colored grains first. We will lose money this year, and we may not even get back the money we paid for the seeds."

The fat baby sat back on the ground, pulled Jin Shilun to sit down as well, and complained to him.

Jin Shilun was a little surprised when he heard this. As an outsider, he could only watch the excitement. Looking at the fiery scene in front of him, he thought it was a good year and the clan could make a lot of money, but he didn't expect to lose money.

There is really no easy one among the hundreds of arts of cultivation.

Jin Shilun imitated Kang Rongquan and leaned on the mound, looking up at the blue sky blankly: "What should I learn after I practice?"

The cool breeze blew away the summer heat, and the two of them leaned on the mound of earth and took a short rest.

Jin Shilun stretched, picked up the bottle and lunch box, and gave another reminder before leaving.

"Senior Brother Han also asked me to remind you, Senior Brother, not to forget to attend his Taoist meeting tonight. He also specially invited two senior brothers from the Lu and Xue families to come, and told you to go back early and not to neglect the guests."

"He doesn't do anything all day. He just broke through the second level of Qi training not long ago. What kind of Tao is he talking about? No wonder he can't get into the Three Yang Classics and has to pick up a copy of the Heavenly Fire Skill to practice. Also, when will the people from the Lu and Xue families be considered guests when they come to my Chongming Sect? They still want me to accompany them."

The little kid commented in a pretentious manner that he had practiced "Qing Mu Bao Guang Yin" even more successfully than Duan Anle, and his master Pei Yi often praised him, which made him a little bit willful and he thought he had reason to be proud.

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Jin Shilun, turned around and plunged into the spiritual field again.

"According to what my great uncle said, it's always better to be more careful. It's good to harvest one more grain of red spirit grain."

Hearing this, Jin Shilun shook his head helplessly again. This little senior brother really dares to say anything. Children speak without restraint, children speak without restraint.

Just after taking a few steps on the way back, I saw Duan Anle riding a wild ox leisurely coming from the opposite direction.

There was a hint of envy in Jin Shilun's eyes. Except for Duan Anle, who was studying "Beast Craftsmanship" and temporarily in charge of the beast garden, the other disciples had too low cultivation levels to be qualified to have individual contact with spirit beasts.

Well, except for the old donkey, anyone in Chongming Sect can ride it.

Kang Dabao had written to the He family before, asking them to send an experienced beastmaster to teach Duan Anle for a while.

He Dezong was very considerate and sent someone without saying anything. Perhaps because the He family was unable to help with the Shi family's matter last time, and felt embarrassed, He Dezong did not even ask Mingzong to pay the betrothal fee this time.

The beastmaster came here to teach Duan Anle in a proper manner for a year. Unlike the farmer, the beastmaster and Chongming Sect had purely profit-based dealings. Therefore, during this year, the beastmaster, due to the favor of the He family, only taught seriously, and it was hard to say that he was attentive.

Fortunately, Duan Anle is a good boy who is diligent in learning and keeps studying.

Therefore, children from poor families have to grow up early. Duan Anle, who is only twelve years old now, has already taken charge of all the affairs except for the title of the steward of the Chongming Sect's Zoo.

Years ago, when he was only eleven years old, he led more than twenty mixed-blood pack beasts of lower rank and followed the caravan of the Lu family. Although he made occasional mistakes due to lack of experience, he still completed the mission of the caravan well.

After just this one trip, Duan Anle and his team of pack animals earned nearly twenty spirit stones.

Of course, for safety reasons, Jiang Qing kept it a secret from the honest child and followed the caravan from a distance.

After Duan Anle returned safely, he became the only junior in Chongming Sect who had experience in independent training (making money), and now he is quite popular among his fellow disciples.

"Shilun, are you here to deliver animal milk to Rongquan again?" When Duan Anle saw Jin Shilun, a smile appeared on his honest face, and he quickly got off the saddle to talk to him.

"If I had known that you were coming, I would have gone with you, so I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of walking." Jin Shilun also said with a smile.

"That's not good. When you are exercising, there is no harm in doing more." Duan Anle listened to Jin Shilun's words and said seriously.

Then he added, "Uncle Pei has just refined two furnaces of Qi Condensing Pills, so he sent me out to distribute a bottle to each of my fellow disciples." Duan Anle took out the jade bottle and showed it to Jin Shilun, who showed envy on his face.

"Yes, Uncle Pei also asked me to bring you the Qi Ling Powder as well. Look." Duan Anle took out another dark green bottle.

Before the latter could be surprised, Duan Anle said, "Master's retreat has not yet ended. Uncle Pei said that he will protect you this time. Don't worry, it will definitely work."

"Thank you, senior brother!" Jin Shilun carefully put the jade bottle in his arms, said goodbye to Duan Anle, and returned to the sect.

He walked quickly for half an hour before reaching the main gate of Chongming Sect from Lingtian.

He took out the token and waved it, and the mist formed by the small cloud array dissipated. Jin Shilun felt refreshed when he stepped into the main gate.

This top-grade spiritual vein is indeed extraordinary. Even an ordinary person like him can still feel the spiritual energy nourishing his vitality.

"Junior Brother Jin is back?" Pei Que was sitting in a daze on the stone table in the original courtyard. He only reacted when Jin Shilun was about to approach him.

"Senior Brother Pei, what is this doing?" Jin Shilun asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just got scolded by Uncle Jiang." Pei Que shook his head and smiled bitterly. If it weren't for his master being in seclusion and his uncle concentrating on making pills, he really wouldn't have the courage to go to Jiang Qing for advice.

Among all the elders, Jiang Qing had the highest level of cultivation and the worst temper. In addition, Jiang Qing himself had a good understanding and was used to being smart, and he hated to see the younger generation do stupid things, so the younger generation was most afraid of him.

"Oh, where is Second Uncle? Three days ago, Uncle Pei said he was going to help the Xue family repair magical instruments. Didn't he say he would be back this morning?" Jin Shilun asked curiously. Although Yuan Jin's temper was not good, it was definitely better than Jiang Qing's.

Pei Que sighed, turned to Jin Shilun and said, "Junior Brother Jin, I have to go to the training machine tonight. You can talk to Senior Brother Han later. I will not attend the discussion tonight."

"This..." Jin Shilun saw Pei Que turn around and leave, "Why don't you say it yourself?"

During the evening class, all the disciples gathered in the scripture hall to do their homework. Jin Shilun looked at a thin and dark girl who had been sent by Kang Dahou last month.

This girl was not very good-looking, but she had a distinguished background. She was a descendant of the founder of the Chongming Sect. Her secular surname was Zhang and her given name was Le.

This female disciple, the first normal disciple to enter the sect since Kang Dabao took over as the head of the sect, did not bring too many surprises to the teachers and elders in the sect. She was still just a person with four spiritual roots who was indistinguishable from the crowd.

Perhaps because the Zhang family had long been in decline and because he was from a branch of the family, Zhang Le was taciturn, had a strange personality, and was difficult to get along with.

After the novelty brought by the new faces wore off, except for Duan Anle who cared more about him, Zhang Le didn't have much interaction with the other brothers and was not very sociable.

"Bang!" Jin Shilun rubbed his head in a daze. He didn't even dare to scream in pain and quickly buried his head in the book.

"Be serious! It's already this late, why don't you work hard!" Jiang Qing, who was on duty to teach the skills, put away his ruler with a stern face and led his disciples to recite: "The ten directions are infinite, all worlds are like colored glass, without any barriers. The people from the ten directions all ride on the five-colored jade wheels, jade and green chariots."

After the evening class, Han Yundao's small dormitory was very lively, with people sitting around the desk, making it packed.

"The cave house outside Xiaohuan Mountain is still under construction. It is only enough for a few teachers to use for the time being. I have to inconvenience you all today. When Han's cave house is delivered next month, I will invite you all to come and play then."

Han Yundao, who was just twelve years old, imitated the tone of adults, sat in the main seat and talked a lot of nonsense like "I am honored to have such a humble man", and finally bowed and said.

"Then I would like to congratulate Brother Han in advance. I will definitely come to disturb you when the time comes." A pale and thin young man said at the bottom, with an unconcealable flattering look on his face.

Jin Shilun muttered inwardly, "The Lu family of Fangshi Mountain is really of the same lineage. This Lu Kang is really like his uncle."

He was just complaining in his heart, but Kang Rongquan questioned him on the spot: "Senior Brother Han, are you going to hold this meeting or not? If not, I still have to go and practice. Otherwise, my great uncle will scold me if he sees me not doing my job properly."

Duan Anle pulled Kang Rongquan's short shirt unhappily. There were outsiders here, so why should he embarrass his own brother at this time?

Han Yundao froze for a moment, too embarrassed to know how to start.

At this moment, the door opened, and a cool breeze blew into the room, blowing the flame of the large whale oil candle that was burning vigorously, and it turned out that Zhang Le walked in.

Han Yundao thought that it was Moer who came in from visiting relatives in Chongming Sect. When he saw Zhang Le coming in, he was surprised and relieved. Then he smiled at Zhang Le kindly and said, "Junior sister is here too, please take a seat."

"Hello, senior brothers." Zhang Le was a bit of a loner, but he was not ignorant of etiquette. He made a circle of greetings before sitting down.

"Then our Taoist meeting tonight will begin. Let me, Han, be the first to offer some suggestions." Han Yundao calmed down and began to share his experience of breaking through the second level of Qi training.

No matter in which world you practice Taoism, you cannot do without the four words "wealth, land, law and companions".

The Taoist meeting organized by Han Yundao tonight, which is attended by only close friends, is actually quite valuable.

Although his sharing was far inferior to the profound explanations given by the sect's masters, he was often able to clarify disciples' doubts with just a few words.

But it is simple and sincere, easy to understand, and will be of great benefit to everyone present.

Even Kang Rongquan, who was the most impatient at first, calmed down and listened attentively.

He has three spiritual roots, and although he entered the Taoism later, his cultivation speed is much faster than that of his fellow disciples. After only half a year of cultivation, he has reached the level of breaking through the first level of Qi training.

Recently, Kang Rongquan has been reading the experience notes of his predecessors in preparation. It would be better if he could listen to Han Yundao's fresh sharing and refer to it.

After Han Yundao finished speaking, he sat down and everyone thanked him. Unlike the Dharma assemblies Kang Dabao held in Baisha County, where everyone had their own agenda, Han Yundao spoke without reservation today, which made everyone present gain a lot, and naturally deserved everyone's sincere gratitude.

After Han Yun finished speaking, Duan Anle, Kang Rongquan, Lu Kang and another son-in-law of the Lu family named Xuan also stood up and spoke.

Their cultivation was very shallow, and they would get stuck from time to time during their speeches, but the people in the room did not find it strange, and when they had different opinions, they all spoke out to discuss them.

As Kangda's head often said, "The more you debate the truth, the clearer it becomes."

The atmosphere was so heated that everyone present was interested and they talked until midnight. They agreed to hold another meeting another day and then dispersed.

Jin Shilun returned to the dormitory, too excited to sleep, looking at the jade bottle containing Qi Ling San with burning eyes.

　Thanks to Brother Feizhi for the 100-point reward

　　Thanks to Xifanggui for two monthly tickets, and thanks to Fengchuipantsipaliang and YibuLianLianXinXin for one monthly ticket.

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