How can I become an immortal just by playing a game?

Makino was satisfied, this one-star mission was finally completed.

"It's almost dawn before I know it..."

"Fortunately, I am a cultivator and I didn't stay up late."

Makino closed his eyes and silently practiced the Yuan-Building Technique, letting his spirit be in a state of relaxation.

The monks in the Qi training stage are still unable to condense their spiritual consciousness. Although the Peiyuan Jue is a bad technique, the practice is slow and it is not easy to improve. But this has the advantage of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the body. If you practice it more often, as the spiritual power moves throughout the body, all organs can be relaxed, so as to achieve the slight effect of warming the body and rejuvenating the spirit.

In fact, monks have very low requirements for sleep. They can sleep for a few hours a day and spend most of their time meditating and practicing.

At dawn, Makino had already gotten up and started the day's work.

Now that all the spiritual stones saved over the past few years have been spent, I have to start saving again.

"I've been playing this game for almost two months..."

In reality, nothing has changed. A few of the mine workers have left, and a few new ones have been replaced.

The one next door, Zhu Fengliu, has already been sent and died in a certain shop in Tianxianglou, Qinghefang City. It is said that while practicing Kung Fu with someone, he went crazy and lost his temper, and died on the person's belly on the spot.

The world of cultivating immortals is always so cruel. People come and go, and they die and die, and it might be someone who will be blamed.

Walking out of the stone house, Makino was shocked by the fresh air.

"There are quite a few handyman disciples..."

Looking around, Makino sighed, and suddenly, a slightly familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.

The man held the branches with both hands and stood in front of a stone house.

"Chen Laizi?"

Makino walked over and asked, "Why are you back?"

The man turned around, revealing a fairly attractive face, but his face was gray and his eyes were dull. He looked at Makino up and down and was stunned:

"Are you...Makino?"

"It's me..." Makino nodded. The Zhu Fengliu mentioned the deeds of Cripple Chen before.

To be honest, it's quite miserable.

A very classic honest man took over, was kicked out, and lost his other leg.

In the past, he was a very honest monk in the Qinghe Mine, and he was also a hard-working type. The two worked hard and were still neighbors, so the relationship was actually okay.

It's a pity that the other party is not a kind person.

Makino looked up and down and found that the latter's clothes were in tatters and exuded a faint fishy smell. He must have crawled back from the wild. He couldn't help sighing and took out a few spiritual coins and handed them to the latter:

"I heard what happened to you. As long as everything is fine, you can just keep mining here honestly from now on... No one has ever lived in that stone house of yours."

After speaking, Makino patted the latter's shoulder.

Spirit coins are formed after dividing spirit stones and are used for monks to purchase daily sundries.

A few spirit coins, converted into money, were enough for Makino to eat for a few days.

Chen Laizi opened his mouth, his turbid eyes seemed to be bright, and he stared blankly at the spirit coin in his hand. He didn't come back to his senses until Makino walked away.

at this time.

"Jie Jie Jie... I didn't expect that this world of cultivating immortals would still have some human touch..."

A strange voice sounded from within him.

Chen Laizi didn't speak, he just held the spirit coin in his hand and remained silent.

——

Mining in the morning and farming in the afternoon have become Makino's daily life.

The weeds and many monster insects in the one-acre spiritual field have been almost cleared away.

"It's almost time to start planting."

Makino looked at the clean and tidy spiritual field and felt quite a sense of accomplishment.

The burning stone grass has turned into soil fertility, and there is even a surplus. There are too many stone grass, and there is nothing we can do.

In fact, this kind of weeds and spiritual fields are themselves a cycle. When the spiritual fields are deserted, the weeds absorb the fertility of the spiritual fields and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form this special kind of weeds. After burning, they become the best fertilizer for the land. .

The only thing is trouble.

Next is sowing.

It's late spring now, and there are many spiritual plants suitable for this season. The best one to grow and the most cost-effective is naturally the vanilla spiritual plant.

This is a kind of spiritual plant that is half fruit and half spiritual rice. The ears of rice grow in fruits like watermelons. The special fruit body can lock the spiritual energy in it. It tastes sweet and soft. It is popular among Qi practicing monks. Extremely popular.

Even the foundation-building monks like to eat the high-quality spirit melon rice, even though most of the foundation-building monks have gone without food and no longer need food.

But for many monks, eating is often a hobby and will not be completely abandoned as the realm increases.

Otherwise, Ling Zhi will not develop. If there is no demand, there will be no talk of Ling Zhi.

Seed Makino is ready.

One acre of land is not too small, but for a Qi training monk, it can actually be done in one afternoon.

At dusk, Makino has arranged the seeds neatly and buried them in the ground. All that remains is daily care.

Looking at the neat pits, Makino smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, a snapping sound suddenly sounded from behind.

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect that you, a handyman disciple, could be so diligent. In just one month, you could remove all the stone stem grass in the spiritual field..."

Makino turned around.

A middle-aged man came to Lingtian at some point and was looking at him with a smile.

Makino recognized it at a glance. This man was the monk who sold him the spiritual field.

"Brother, are you here to see me for something?" Makino looked at the latter and became wary.

"Of course something happened."

"Then I won't sublet the spiritual field." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "I will return the spiritual stone to you, and you can return the title deed to me."

"?"

Although there were already some guesses in his mind, Makino still laughed angrily when he heard this.

Good guy, are you trying to make one month of your hard work go to waste, right?

This month, he not only weeded, but also got rid of insects. Of course, it was also because of the Golden Haw Locust that he could cultivate his Vajra Legs so quickly.

"Sorry, you have subleased the land deed to me." Makino shook his head, "I have worked so hard this month. If you say you won't sublet, you won't sublet. How can I return it to you?"

"Then there's nothing we can do." The middle-aged man shrugged, raised his hand, and fired a black ice spell.

The ice turned into long cones. Although there were only a few of them, they struck directly at his fatal part. One look at it showed that he had used it countless times and he had become extremely proficient.

Makino retreated suddenly, his face darkening:

"You have sublet the spiritual field...Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Jinshi Sect's law enforcement disciples for being so aggressive and not following the rules?"

"Afraid. If you were an outer disciple like me, I would definitely not dare... But you are just a handyman. What should I be afraid of? You can only punish me for a few months, and you can get an intact spiritual field for free. Then I will be able to You can still make a lot of money by subletting at a high price.”

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Boy, you are still a little inexperienced."

"Besides, in this world, there is no one around in these mountains and fields. If I kill you, walk out of the Jinshi Sect and throw you outside, unless those law enforcement disciples happen to meet you, who knows?"

"I advise you to hand over the land deed and save your life. Be patient for now. When you gain some strength later, you might be able to seek revenge from me."

As Makino rolled his body, he dodged several ice picks.

He is now physically coordinated, has more than a hundred orifices in his body, and his limbs are extremely flexible. In addition, he had already expected the latter to make a move, so he can naturally dodge successfully.

But one of the icicles also pierced his arm.

"A monk at the third level of Qi training has much more powerful spells than me..."

Mu's ambition was slightly depressed, and the status of the handyman disciple was indeed very low.

For example, if those riders in the previous life had an accident, would a certain group take care of you?

I won’t even dump you.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he saw Makino hiding:

"My skills are quite good...but it's useless."

Several mysterious ice techniques came, suppressing the simple and unpretentious realm.

Makino reluctantly used the Gengjin Cutting Sword, but unfortunately it was unable to cut off the ice picks at all, and the sword light was even broken within a few meters.

When it comes to magic and bombing, he is no match at all.

The more he dodges, the more scars he gets on his body.

"Wait, I give up!"

"I'll give you the land deed!"

Makino collapsed on the ground, looking exhausted, then took out the land deed and held it tightly in his hand.

If this thing is torn apart, the spiritual field will become ownerless and return to the hands of the Jinshi Sect.

If you want it, you have to rent it again, which is too expensive.

Otherwise, if the other party is really murderous, he may not have a chance to fight back.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed:

"You know the current situation."

As he spoke, he put one hand behind his back, quietly pinched a mysterious ice technique, and then walked over.