Cultivation: Start with a Spiritual Plant Space

Li Fan's house is not particularly big, but it has three main rooms and a kitchen.

The three rooms used to belong to his parents, his brother and him.

But now, he is the only one left in the family of four.

The room seemed empty and deserted.

However, the yard is not small. When the autumn wind blows, the sycamore leaves rustle and flutter all over the ground.

Withered yellow leaves piled up in the corner.

This makes the sycamore tree in the center of the yard look even more desolate.

Soon, Li Fan brought Zhou Beimo to his house.

The furnishings in the house were extremely simple. There was an old wooden bed in the corner, and the bedding on the bed was a little messy.

A paint-chipped table was placed by the window. The sunlight filtered through the mottled window paper and sprinkled onto the table, forming irregular spots of light.

A few worn stools were placed haphazardly against the wall.

There was a large jar in the corner beside the bed, which contained the meat of the clam.

After Zhou Beimo entered the room, he picked up a stool and sat down with some disgust.

As soon as his butt touched the stool, he turned his head impatiently, with a look of anxiety in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait even a second.

Li Fan did not hesitate and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Uncle Zhou, please wait a moment."

However, at this moment, Zhao Jintang's sarcastic voice came from outside the house.

"Wow, this yard is quite nice! Third Young Master, if you don't mind if I come and see what treasures are there!"

Li Fan's heart suddenly tightened, and he secretly groaned: "Why is Zhao Jintang here too? What I feared has come true!"

With a heart full of trepidation, he subconsciously looked at Zhou Beimo.

Zhou Beimo frowned, his face instantly filled with gloom, and he snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry about him, go quickly."

Li Fan received the order and did not dare to delay and hurried into the kitchen.

The fire in the kitchen had not yet been extinguished, and there was a faint smoke in the air, making the light even dimmer.

Li Fan's heart was in his throat, knowing that whether he could impress Zhou Beimo would determine his future fate.

Feeling a bit anxious, he kept searching in the corner and finally found a broken clay pot.

"It's up to you."

He took a deep breath and carefully transplanted the eight spiritual rice seedlings and the spiritual soil in the spiritual plant space into the earthenware jar.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

"Nothing can go wrong! If I mess up, I'll be dead."

As he said this, he picked up the earthenware jar.

I saw eight spiritual rice seedlings in the earthenware jar, full of vitality.

The tender green leaves stretch slightly, exuding a fresh scent.

The rhizomes are slender and tough, tightly clinging to the moist spiritual soil.

The spiritual soil comes from the spiritual plant space and also reveals a unique spiritual fluctuation.

Looking closely, there are crystal beads of spiritual energy hanging on the leaves, flashing a faint but lively light in the dim light.

Li Fan couldn't help but admire sincerely in his heart.

"As expected of a first-grade spiritual rice, it's truly full of spirituality. Uncle Zhou will be satisfied. Whether you can escape this calamity depends on you."

At this time, he was sweating profusely, his head was aching, and his body was weak.

Just transplanting these eight spiritual rice seedlings almost exhausted all of his mental energy.

Obviously, this is still a technical job.

To be on the safe side, Li Fan did not go out immediately, but hurriedly practiced his skills, adjusted his breathing, and tried his best to recover a little strength.

At this time, he couldn't help but look down at the seedlings in the clay pot. Seeing that they were not damaged, he felt relieved.

So he stood up and walked out holding the clay pot.

But misfortunes never come singly. Just as he stepped out of the door, he tripped over the threshold.

His body suddenly leaned forward, and the earthenware jar in his hand slipped out of his control and fell straight out.

"not good!"

At the critical moment, Li Fan did not hesitate at all and instinctively performed the tree-supporting technique.

The straw piled up in the kitchen flew out instantly.

At the critical moment, someone supported the earthen jar in time and prevented it from falling.

After this battle, Li Fan's forehead was sweating and he became more cautious.

"It was a close call. We almost failed."

Immediately, he picked up the clay pot and walked into the house.

Zhou Beimo and Zhao Jintang were sitting face to face at this time, and the atmosphere in the room was very depressing.

Both of them were silent. When they heard the noise, they both looked towards the door.

Li Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly placed the earthenware jar on the table.

"Uncle Zhou, this is the treasure!"

Zhou Beimo and Zhao Jintang looked over at the same time.

At this moment, both of their eyes widened at the same time, their faces filled with shock.

Zhou Beimo stood up suddenly, his hands unconsciously stretched forward, and exclaimed, "This... This is actually a first-level spiritual rice seedling, and it doesn't even have the mark of a spiritual plant master!"

Zhao Jintang also stood up quickly, but was a little too late. He showed a suspicious look and asked, "How could such a treasure be in the hands of this kid!"

Li Fan groaned secretly when he saw the reactions of the two.

Hastily!

Isn't this just running a deficit and carrying money through a busy city?

Dangerous.

Zhou Beimo, however, was very knowledgeable and recognized at a glance that what was in front of him was a first-level spiritual rice seedling.

And it still hasn't been marked by the spiritual plant master.

This means that the seedlings in front of us can be used as rice seeds.

There was a hint of greed in Zhou Beimo's eyes, and his breathing became more rapid.

Zhao Jintang also looked serious at this time.

After a little thought, he realized the preciousness of the spiritual rice seedlings in front of him.

He stared at the clay pot closely, secretly making plans in his mind.

Zhou Beimo naturally noticed Zhao Jintang's little movements.

He quickly stood up to block the other person's sight and said with a firm face: "This is Xiaofan's thing, no one is allowed to take it!"

Then he turned around, looked at Li Fan, and asked, "Xiao Fan, where did you get this spiritual rice seedling?"

Li Fan still understood the principle that it is a crime to possess a treasure.

Naturally, it is impossible to say that it was cultivated in the spiritual plant space.

When he transplanted the spiritual rice seedlings, he had already thought of the excuse in his mind.

"Uncle Zhou, my brother accidentally discovered it in the wild when he was out."

Anyway, my brother has been sucked dry by the ghost and there is no evidence, so you can say whatever you want.

After hearing this, Zhou Beimo did not ask any further questions.

He just stared at the spiritual rice seedlings without blinking, as if thinking about something.

"Xiao Fan, how does Uncle Zhou treat you on a daily basis?"

Li Fan naturally heard the hidden meaning.

It's not surprising that Zhou Beimo would say such a thing given his greedy nature.

We must seize the opportunity immediately and take the opportunity to get rid of Zhao Jintang's threat.

But before he could speak.

Zhao Jintang on the side couldn't sit still anymore.

Without caring about Zhou Beimo's face, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Boy, if you hand over these spiritual rice seedlings, the shameless green clam won't have to pay. What do you think? I'm tolerant enough, right?"

After hearing this, Li Fan almost fainted from anger.

It's really shameless.

Why don't people like this just die?

But due to the other party's powerful family background, he did not dare to turn against him.

He could only turn and look at Zhou Beimo, with pleading eyes.

Zhou Beimo already considered these spiritual rice seedlings his own, so he naturally wouldn't let Zhao Jintang get his hands on them. He immediately defended him, saying, "What's the matter? Are you trying to take them by force? Don't even think about it. I'm here to help return that shady green clam that Xiaofan caught from you."

There are no rice seeds in Changningfang Market, so the Zhou family has to rush to Wushuang City to purchase them every year.

Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, it is also extremely expensive.

First-level spiritual rice seeds!

Basically, it is firmly controlled by the four major families of Wushuang City, and no one else can interfere.

After all, the technology for cultivating good varieties is all in the hands of the second-level and above spiritual plant masters of these major families.

As for the high-quality seeds from Wushuang City's Spiritual Plant Academy, they are not sold to the outside world.

Besides, a first-level spiritual plant master simply does not have this inheritance and technology.

The purchased rice seeds have all been uniquely marked by a second-level spiritual plant master and can only be used for one season.

The wheat ears produced cannot be used as rice seeds at all.

Very overbearing, but I have to buy it.

Zhou Beimo knew very well how valuable these first-level spiritual rice seedlings were.

From then on, Changningfang would have the possibility to escape the fate of being strangled by the big families.

This is a matter of fundamental interests.

Not to mention Zhao Jintang, even if the ancestor of the Zhao family came, it would be useless.

Zhao Jintang naturally did not want to be outdone. Seeing the huge wealth right in front of him, he immediately argued for his rights.

"Third Young Master, you can't say that. You can't make the decision for Li Fan yet."

Zhou Beimo was so angry that he laughed.

He took a step forward, and his sixth-level Qi training skills fully erupted, and the temperature around him seemed to drop by several degrees.

Zhao Jintang was not at all inferior and also displayed the strength of the sixth level of Qi training.

"It's not wise for one person to monopolize the benefits."

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two sides was tense and the battle was about to break out.

Obviously, no one is willing to give in in the face of huge interests.

Li Fan felt a little confused when he saw the two of them like this.

I didn’t expect that the spiritual rice seedlings cultivated in the spiritual plant space would be so popular.

This kind of thing, as long as he wants to, is just a matter of consuming a little mental energy.

Why are they still fighting over it?

Immediately, he moved quietly and stood by the door, ready to escape at any time.

Once two powerful men at the sixth level of Qi training start fighting.

The first person to suffer would definitely be him, a small follower at the first level of Qi training.

He just wants to keep a low profile and be invisible.

Zhou Beimo and Zhao Jintang were really unwilling to do so.

The two of them turned their eyes over at the same time.

"Xiao Fan, the things are yours. You decide how to deal with them. Uncle Zhou will listen to you."

Zhou Beimo said with anticipation.

"Kid, you better speak carefully. Sometimes, one wrong move can lead to a complete loss."

Zhao Jintang threatened viciously.

Did you make a mistake!

Li Fan wanted to tear Zhao Jintang's mouth apart. He was so arrogant even when asking for help from others!

I couldn't help but complain in my heart.

"Two big guys, you can do whatever you want. Why drag a small character like me into this? It's just a young spiritual rice seedling, what's the big deal?"

But he didn't dare say these words out loud.

Especially the ability to cultivate first-level spiritual rice.

Otherwise, they would definitely be caught and sliced ​​up for research.

But Zhou Beimo and Zhao Jintang looked at him with fiery eyes, and he couldn't pretend to be dead.

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