You Practice Immortality, I Farm

Chapter 3: Frost Armor

Chapter 3 Frost Armor

After Zhang Hong left, Lu Xuan didn't delay, and took all his belongings, ready to go out to find a solution to the black bud worm larvae.

Before he left, he took out a small stone the size of a fingernail and came to the grass puppet.

The small stone is pure white, with a faint fluctuation of spiritual power. It is a small piece of broken spirit, which is divided into a low-grade spirit stone. It is widely used in low-level Qi training monks like Lu Xuan.

"If you're full, take a good look at the house!"

He stuffed this small piece of broken spirit into the gray grass tumor on the grass puppet's head, and ordered it to fall down with earnest words.

With the spiritual power supplemented by Broken Spirit, the grass puppet exudes a very weak aura, as if it has become more energetic.

Although he was not at ease with this unresponsive housekeeper puppet, Lu Xuan had no other choice but to hope that the Lingzhi in the yard would be safe and sound while he was out.

After going out, Lu Xuan quickly walked on the bluestone road.

The courtyard where he lives is located in the northern district of Linyangfang City. Most of them are low-level Qi training monks like him, with the dream of being able to break through themselves and change their destiny, densely packed in a small area.

As for the center of Fangfang, it is the private land of those big families and powerful forces, and Lu Xuan rarely goes there on weekdays.

Having not gone out for a while, he felt a little uncomfortable, looking at everything in front of him, familiar yet unfamiliar.

A half-foot-long dark yellow paper bird carried a monk on its back and slowly passed by from a low altitude. The bird's body has burrs of different lengths, which shows that it has been used for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, a multi-legged mechanism beast passed over Lu Xuan's head, and twenty or thirty monks could be seen sitting on it.

The multi-legged mechanism beast is a common means of transportation in Fang City. It only needs to pay dozens of spirits to rush to the center of Fang City in a short time.

There is no air-forbidden formation outside Fang City. There are many spirit beasts like this, and there are many flying magic weapons. Occasionally, a sword light will pass by in the higher sky.

Jianguang is formed by a monk controlling a flying sword, which means that at least a high-level monk in Qi training is an existence that is elusive for him at present.

Lu Xuan couldn't help showing a hint of envy. Yu Jian Qing Ming, flying across the world, was a distant dream for him in both his past life and this life.

He calmed down and quickened his pace. After a while, he came to a gathering place for monks in the North District.

There are many shops and stalls in the gathering place. Although they are not as good as the central area in all levels, they are more than enough for a low-level Qi training monk like him.

Lu Xuan shuttled through the crowd, and soon found a middle-aged monk in a corner.

The middle-aged monk is also a second-level qi practitioner, with a thin body and no flesh on his face, making his cheekbones protrude high.

There is a pair of mustaches on the upper lip, and the eyeballs are rolling around, quickly sweeping towards the monk.

Lu Xuan knew that his surname was Huang, and he lived not far from his yard. He had been in the gathering place for a long time, and knew all kinds of gossip in the North District like the back of his hand.

It's just that if you want to ask him something, you need to pay a certain amount of reward.

Sensing Lu Xuan's gaze, the mustache on the middle-aged man surnamed Huang slightly raised his mustache, and he squeezed out a smiling face to meet Lu Xuan.

"Little Daoist Lu, long time no see, I wonder if I can help you?"

Lu Xuan smiled back.

"I really need to ask Senior Brother Huang for advice."

"I heard that the brother has a very wide network of people, and he is familiar with the monks at various stages of cultivation in the North District. Can you introduce me to a few?"

"There are a few requirements. First, a monk at the fourth level of Qi training, and second, proficient in spells with strong lethality and fine control, or similar magic tools."

"Finally, it is limited to the North District, and it can be found immediately."

Lu Xuan said to the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang, and at the same time handed over a handful of broken spirits.

He didn't expect to find a monk with a higher level of cultivation. Although it might be faster to deal with the black budworm larvae, the remuneration for hiring a fifth-level qi practitioner was more than double that of a fourth-level qi practitioner.

In addition, the spirit firefly grass has been eroded quite badly. If it cannot be resolved in time, what I will lose is not only one or more spirit firefly grass, but also the white light clusters with unknown rewards when the spirit firefly grass matures.

That's why Lu Xuan, who has always been thrifty, endured so much pain and sacrificed so many broken spirits, and also asked the monks on the fourth level of Qi training to find them immediately, all in order to be able to deal with the black bud worm larvae as soon as possible.

The middle-aged monk took the Broken Spirit handed over by Lu Xuan, and the smile on his face was obviously more eager and natural.

"There are quite a few monks on the fourth level of Qi training in the northern area, but there are not many who can meet your other conditions, Fellow Daoist Lu."

"As far as I know, there are three nearby."

"One is Fairy Lingyun, whose cultivation base is quite advanced. She has a set of Hongyun Acupuncture Artifacts, which can be used superbly, and at the same time meet the two requirements of strong lethality and fine control."

"In addition, there is also Daoist Qin Ming, who is quite knowledgeable in ice-type magic, and may have a slight lack of damage, but he is second to none in terms of control."

"Finally, there is fellow daoist Li Xu, who is obsessed with swordsmanship and has the ability to transform a sword into silk, which also meets your requirements, fellow daoist Lu Xiao."

He told Lu Xuan the addresses of the three Qi training fourth-level monks, and after seeing him nodding to remember, he said with a smile:

"Why don't I accompany you, Fellow Daoist Lu, and take you to visit these three comrades?"

"Senior brother Huang's kindness, Lu has won the hearts of the people, so I won't bother senior brother any more."

Lu Xuan thought it was a different price, he clasped his fists in thanks, turned and left.

He wasn't worried that the middle-aged monk would deceive him. After all, this was his livelihood, and it was impossible for him to ruin his own job.

The yard.

On the back of the firefly grass eroded by thin black lines, a thin layer of frost spread rapidly with a bone-chilling chill.

The larvae of the black budworm sensed the rapid approach of the bitter cold, and the thin thread twisted and was about to break free from the leaf.

The speed of breaking free cannot keep up with the speed of the frost spreading, and the thin black lines are frozen in thin ice.

The snowflake-like frost instantly solidified and became hard. With a bang, a shallow layer of ice shattered and fell together with the black budworm larvae.

A tender white palm stretched out to catch all the shattered ice pieces.

"Wow, Senior Brother Qin really lives up to his name, and his Frost Armor technique is superb. I admire you."

Looking at the undamaged Lingyingcao leaves under the frost, Lu Xuan exclaimed half-truthfully.

The owner of the white and tender palm was a fat and white monk, and he stuffed the broken pieces of ice into his arms with a smile.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life. While solving the black budworm larvae, I didn't freeze the Lingzhi leaves."

"I observed the nearby spirit firefly grass for you, fellow daoist, and found no traces of black budworm larvae. You can rest assured for the next period of time, fellow daoist."

"It's just that I took a look around the yard. Fellow Daoist Lu, the protective power of your small spiritual field is a little weak, so it may be affected by similar incidents in the future."

The fat monk reminded Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan waved his hand.

"I'll talk about it later, this time the reward is..."

"Six spirit stones and fifty broken spirits, as agreed before."

The fat white monk showed a harmless smile on his face.

Lu Xuan took out fifty broken spirits, counted them twice, and picked out six spirit stones from his waist one by one, turned his head, and handed them to the fat monk.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu."

Bai Fat Cultivator Qin Ming took the Lingshi and left the courtyard.

Feeling the spirit stone getting farther and farther away from him, Lu Xuan was heartbroken, and couldn't help but secretly spit.

"Profitable businessman!"