Zhang Sheng turned the history book into a stick and hit Wei Yuan on the head with a snap.
Wei Yuan felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, and his consciousness returned to clarity. When he thought of the thought just now, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Zhang Sheng's face darkened slightly and he said: "There are too many miscellaneous things in your Dao base, so that your Dao heart has been affected, and your mind has just been a little dazed. Although the heaven and earth can accommodate all things, now there is an extra one in your consciousness.
Yin and yang. Yin and yang are close to the great road. It can affect your thousands of miles of rivers and mountains alone, so you have just been in a trance. From now on, you need to be extra careful, and you must be brave and diligent in your cultivation. In this way, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains will become stronger and stronger, and you can balance yin and yang."
"Disciple has been taught." After listening to Zhang Sheng's words, Wei Yuan broke into a cold sweat again. Fortunately, the teacher did not seem to notice what he was thinking in a trance. This idea, even Wei Yuan himself felt a bit...
Zhang Sheng looked at Wei Yuan's tall and straight body and said calmly: "It's better to block things than to block them. Since ancient times, great things have been done without paying attention to trivial matters. Your wandering mind today has something to do with those girls. Since it's meat that's served to your mouth,
Eat it if you want, but remember that the meat has a price, you can't give less, but you can't give more."
Wei Yuan said again: "Disciples receive instruction."
"Go ahead."
After Wei Yuan left, Zhang Sheng put down the book and looked at his hands. These hands had no characteristics, they were just perfect, suitable for holding a book and holding a sword.
It's just that these hands are somewhat incompatible with Zhang Sheng himself, but if they don't look carefully, normal people will instinctively ignore them.
Zhang Sheng suddenly remembered something and his face darkened.
Wei Yuan has grown up, and it is normal for him to be lustful and admire Shao Ai. What's more, he is born in a very good manner, he is in charge of a place at a young age, and there are always warblers and swallows around him.
Suddenly there was yin and yang in Wei Yuan's Taoist foundation, and his Taoist heart must have been lost. It will take time to slowly make up for it. Deliberate suppression was undeliberate, so just let nature take its course. Wei Yuan himself didn't know it, but Zhang Sheng had a different vision, so he didn't punish him at that time.
Wei Yuan's thoughts were wandering this time.
But after Wei Yuan left, Zhang Sheng thought about it carefully and realized that he had overlooked something. This brat was distracted and did not go to Xu Waner, Yun Feifei, or Xu Yi and several ladies from aristocratic families. He really couldn't think about it and planned to die.
And if he was born, there would still be Ji Liuli. With so many choices, what was he staring at his hands?
Zhang Sheng felt that he had to find out the disciple rules of Taichu Palace and find some excuses to give this kid a hard time.
but……
Zhang Sheng took another look at his hand, and then felt that he was definitely not a brat, and his vision was still top-notch.
Returning to his residence, Wei Yuan operated according to the method of the Moonlight Ten Thousand Phases Chapter, calming down, making his mind clear, neither alarmed nor agitated, and then began to think about what Zhang Sheng said, mainly about how to eat meat.
Meat has a price, not one penny more, not one penny less. This is easy to understand. There is a saying that too much is not enough, and neither too much nor too little is good.
But to eat or not to eat? Should you listen to what the teacher says, or should you listen against it?
Wei Yuan recalled all the military strategies he had learned in his life. There is something in the art of war that makes it true when it is fictitious, and it is imaginary when it is true. It is also true that what is fictitious and fictitious is true. It all depends on one mind. If you read the two paragraphs in succession, it is like saying nothing.
So Wei Yuan didn't know what Zhang Sheng meant, whether it could be eaten or not. But his intuition told Wei Yuan that it was best not to go to him for confirmation on this matter.
In fact, Wei Yuan himself couldn't figure out why his mind suddenly wandered at that time? But thinking about it carefully, the teacher's hand and his person seemed to have nothing to do with each other. If they didn't really grow on the same body, Wei Yuan would definitely not
You will feel like you are alone.
Wei Yuan cleared away these random thoughts, left the room, and headed to the spiritual field. Now it was time to harvest the rice. This was the first batch of spiritual food produced in the realm and deserved to be treated seriously.
At the edge of the spiritual field, two hundred monks have already arrived, waiting for Wei Yuan to arrive. The rice stalks are extremely tough and require monks to cut them. Their roots are deep and long, sometimes as deep as a foot.
After harvesting, these roots also need to be dug out, chopped into pieces, and spread back into the fields. This job is not something that ordinary people can do.
Master Hohe asked all four disciples to go to the fields and show the monks how to collect the seeds, how to cut the stems, and finally how to dig out the roots and loosen the soil.
Cui Yu originally wanted Wei Yuan to say a few words, but when everyone was eagerly anticipating it, Wei Yuan said: "Start work!"
The monks immediately went to the fields and started working. Actually, more than half of these monks were Taoist priests, and many of them had just been promoted to Taoist priests.
They come to work in the fields to get close contact with spiritual plants, so that they can understand the way of heaven and earth and consolidate the foundation of the way.
At this time, the Master of Hoe He was standing next to Wei Yuan, stroking his beard and smiling: "This acre of land can produce two hundred kilograms, and a normal body-casting monk will eat one kilogram a day. But the rice produced in your field is of high quality.
It was originally a low-grade spiritual plant, but now it has turned into a low-grade spiritual plant. If the body-casting cultivator wants to maintain the original cultivation progress, one pound in two days is enough."
This field has 500 acres and produces 100,000 kilograms of rice. It seems like a lot, but there are more than 10,000 castings in the realm, so there is not much to distribute to each person. However, the daily limit mentioned by the Master Hoe He
One kilogram is based on the standard of a normal small or medium-sized family. How can the normal conditions in the Western Regions be met? Ordinary casts can eat one meal in five or six days, which is good.
Cui Yu then asked: "How to distribute these rice?"
The young masters and ladies from the surrounding aristocratic families were all looking at Wei Yuan eagerly. They had arrived earlier, and they had not eaten much spiritual food for a long time. The elixirs had been consumed in the first few days. Now every day
Personal cultivation relies on meditation.
Spiritual food and elixirs are indispensable for worldly cultivation. Simply practicing meditation is too slow to progress, and it is far inferior to taking medicine all the way. If Tianqing Palace hadn't sold iron to buy elixirs, Wei Yuan would still be hesitating now.
As for Yuehua, it will take decades.
More than a dozen young masters and ladies from the aristocratic family all feel that in terms of cultivation, life experience, talent, merit, even if they are ranked according to seniority, they should be able to share a lot of rice, at least enough to eat.
If it were in the past, they would not even look at rice. This kind of inferior spiritual food was only given to the servants. But now in Qingming, it is good to have some.
Wei Yuan had already thought about the distribution issue, and immediately said: "All casting monks will have a share of this batch of rice, regardless of cultivation level, and it will be divided equally per head."
Cui Yu was startled, then frowned and said: "Isn't this... not appropriate?" Wei Yuan said: "Don't forget the sentient beings. They have to rush to the front line to fight. If they eat two more meals, many people will have a chance to survive.
Come down."
Cui Yu took a deep look at Wei Yuan and said slowly: "Okay, you let me figure it out first. I will convince them."
"Thank you."
Cui Yu waved his hand, and then called the young masters and ladies of the aristocratic family to go to another quiet place to chat in detail.
At this time Master Hoe said: "If you are free, you might as well come to my place to sit and have a sip of tea."
Master Chee He invited him, and Wei Yuan followed him naturally, so he followed the master to his newly built residence. At this time, the master's residence only had a pavilion, with wooden tables and chairs inside, and luggage piled beside it.
Didn't have time to open it.
After sitting down, Master Hoe He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for himself and Wei Yuan. The teapot was only the size of a palm and shaped like an old tree knot. The tea poured out was clear and transparent, with a touch of new green constantly swimming in the water.
, like a swimming fish, quite magical.
Wei Yuan raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, feeling a burst of spiritual energy exploding in his belly. His cultivation instantly increased, and it was actually worth twenty days of hard training! Wei Yuan's current Tao power was extraordinary, it could equal his twenty days of hard work.
, the spiritual power of this sip of tea can be imagined.
"Good tea!" Wei Yuan praised and put the teacup back to its original place without any intention of asking for another cup.
Master Chue He nodded secretly and said: "Little friend Wei Yuan..."
Wei Yuan quickly stood up, "I dare not take it seriously and call him that."
Zhenhe Zhenhe pressed his hands softly and asked Wei Yuan to return to his seat, and then said: "If you don't call me little friend, you can only call me the world leader."
Wei Yuan could only say: "As long as the real person thinks it's appropriate."
Zhenhe Zhenhe said: "We don't need to pay too much attention to seniority. Anyway, the old Taoist has something to ask of you now."
"Please tell me, real person. If I can do it, I will try my best."
Master Chuehe nodded and said: "I think this realm has the power of Jiamu to generate mystery. Is that true?"
"The real person's Dharma eyes are as bright as a torch."
"Except for these rice grains, the spiritual plants in the realm have faint signs of breaking through the original grade. The moon tree nightshade is a typical example. This is really incredible. Jiamu Shengxuan is not so miraculous. Plants on the underworld
Another nightshade that I grew up with now has the vague appearance of a fairy plant, which is something Jiamu Shengxuan cannot do."
Zhenhe Zhenhe paused and said: "So the old Taoist concluded that the vitality in the realm is not the mysterious wood, but a higher level of power. This is no longer a characteristic, it can be called a miracle."
When the old Taoist said this, Wei Yuan was a little confused. Qingming's information clearly stated that Jiamu Shengxuan was the boundary stone. This boundary stone was made by an immortal in the past. Could it be that no real person knows what the immortal made by himself?
However, Wei Yuan still nodded in agreement, sincerely convinced.
Master Chehe said: "I have a kind of spiritual plant. Although the grade is not high, it is rare in the world and is expected to make a breakthrough. I have never found a good place to transplant it until I saw that piece of underworld soil. I need three pieces of such underworld soil.
Just put it in the medicine garden. These netherworlds are rented by the old man, and I will pay you a hundred taels of silver per piece per month, how about it?"
Wei Yuan was startled, can this business be done like this? It’s just three pieces of land one foot square, mixed with some nether earth, and you can earn three hundred immortal silver every month? Is the earth too valuable, or is there an overflow of immortal silver?
Wei Yuan was a little hesitant. He could pay a few thousand more for such a piece of underworld, but he just didn't know if Zhenhe could afford it.
Seeing that Wei Yuan did not answer immediately, Master Chuhe said again: "Don't worry, the old Taoist will not treat the junior badly. If there is indeed a breakthrough in what the old Taoist cultivates, there will be an extra thank you gift."
"I wonder what the real person means by breakthrough?"
"It's just like that one that didn't bloom... No, it's like the moon tree nightshade. It's best if it can improve the grade. If it doesn't work, it won't matter if the quality is improved or the characteristics are changed."
So, according to Xu Wenwu's world view, it is mutation.
Wei Yuan knew it in his mind and said, "Junior has a small request. Is it possible to make it?"
"But there's no harm in talking!"
"If the real person does cultivate a different species with an improved level, I want some seeds to plant in the realm in the future."
The Master of Hoe He chuckled and said: "No problem, without your underworld, those few grasses of the old Taoist would just rot in his hands."
Wei Yuan was so happy that he almost couldn't hold his mouth shut.
Wei Yuan now has good fortune and a lot of civil and military skills. No matter how serious a spiritual plant is in his hands, it will mutate.
Chapter completed!