The next day.

Emerald Cliff.

Fang Xi rubbed her waist, sighed, and continued to bend down to replant the 'Red Blood Rice'.

This time, in addition to red-blooded rice, he also selected a field with the most abundant spiritual energy and planted an acre of 'Qinghe spiritual rice'!

This kind of spiritual rice needs to be planted in paddy fields and is shaped like a lotus. When it is harvested, you can peel off the lotus flowers and leaves to get a lotus pod full of spiritual rice.

Moreover, it tastes like lotus and has an excellent taste.

This is the spiritual rice for monks to eat!

When the seeds are planted in the evening, they are ready to be eaten by themselves.

"Xiaoyunyu formation, start!"

After he finished cultivating an acre of land, he flew into the air, took out the prohibition token, and entered the magic formula.

Wow!

A layer of invisible ripples rippled away, and a large amount of white mist condensed and turned into rain clouds, sprinkling down strands of spiritual water.

After having a large formation, farming the land will become much more convenient.

…

Fang Xiyi worked for several days before he could finish replanting the spiritual rice.

Before he could take a break and take a breath, he noticed a transmission note flying towards him.

After taking it, he opened the formation and found Ruan Xingling stepping on the flower basket and flying in with a smile.

"I've met the island owner."

Fang Xi bowed.

"I looked for you several times before, but no one was there... I thought something happened to fellow Taoist." Ruan Xingling looked Fang Xi up and down, and frowned slightly when she realized that she was still at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"I was practicing a spell in seclusion before and couldn't go out. Is there something wrong with the island owner?"

Fang Xi randomly made an excuse.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that I discovered a few immortal seedlings at the 'Spirit Testing Conference' and wanted fellow Taoists to attend the ceremony..."

Ruan Xingling seemed to be sighing: "The Ten Thousand Island Lake is not peaceful now. First, there were madmen outside Baochuanfang City who killed five monks in the late stage of Qi Refining. This led to changes in the power in the city and turmoil... Half a month ago

, my great-grandfather and the ancestor of the Mo family were attacked by unknown monks while they were out, and were seriously injured!"

"What?"

Fang Xi's face changed greatly: "So many big things happened? Could it be that the madmen outside Baochuanfang City failed to build the foundation? And the ancestors of the Feng family and the Mo family, have anything happened?"

"Not very optimistic, but at least he saved his life. It is said that the murderer was a silver-armored giant holding a black sword... The attack was extremely sharp. The ancestor of the Mo family had a top-grade defensive weapon, but half of his body was still chopped into pieces by a sword. If the rescue had not been timely,

, I'm just afraid..." Ruan Xingling looked extremely serious: "This person has never appeared in the Wandao Lake cultivation world before, and I don't know where he came from?"

"Could it be...that the old monster Jinya hired foreign aid?"

Fang Xi thought for a moment and expressed her guess seriously.

"Impossible..." Ruan Xingling said: "Old Monster Jinya's Golden Flame Island was also attacked by this man in silver armor, and many disciples were killed. Old Monster Jinya took action himself, but he was unable to capture this man, and instead suffered losses.

A little bit of vitality... If I didn't hide in the formation in time, I'm afraid I would have been severely injured..."

Before Fang Xi, no matter who was behind the scenes, she would always fight anyone with suspicion, and the old monster with golden teeth was no exception.

"hiss……"

At this time, he took a deep breath in cooperation: "It's so fierce and powerful, maybe it's another Qi Refining Perfection?"

"Well, this person is moody. You have to be careful and don't leave the island recently."

Ruan Xingling warned, and then looked at the spiritual field where Qinghe Lingmi was planted: "Is this... Qinghe Lingmi?"

"Yes, the soil fertility in Lingtian has improved recently, and with the help of the formation, we can grow some good rice."

Fang Xi squatted on the ridge of the field, her eyes full of expectations for a good harvest.

"This rice is good. When the spiritual rice is harvested, you will give me some..."

Ruan Xingling said with a half-smile on her face, and sighed quietly: "Sigh... The owner of this island has been very busy recently, and he has to help stabilize the situation between the Feng family and the Mo family... I'm afraid he will be busy for a while."

Although Feng Baimeng and the ancestor of the Mo family survived, their vitality was greatly reduced.

Considering their age, even if their injuries improve, they are approaching their end...

Therefore, all conspiracies and tricks must be put aside.

This actually makes Ruan Xingling feel that the affairs on the island have become much calmer. Feng Manlou and Mo Qingyu are no longer looking for trouble, and they have a bit of a tail between their legs...

This is also Fang Xi's purpose.

After this incident, basically few people except the late-stage Qi Refining monks dared to leave the island protection formation.

This area of ​​the island has been calming down recently, which is perfect for planting trees.

Of course, just to be on the safe side.

It’s best to wait for another year and wait until the storm has passed...

…

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Another year has passed.

Fang Xi counted with her fingers and found that she was already twenty-three years old, and her cultivation level was still at the fifth level of Qi refining.

Wow!

In the courtyard, beside the pool, a big herring looked fat and strong, much longer than before.

Fang Xi casually opened a mana shield to block the water in the pond, and murmured to herself: "No matter how you raise this fish, it won't advance. Why don't you stew it?"

Wow!

The next moment, the big herring was so frightened that he hid in the mud at the bottom of the pond, trembling...

'mock up……'

Seeing this, Fang Xi chuckled in her heart, got up, went to the spiritual field, and started harvesting the spiritual rice.

This time, the twelve acres of red blood rice were planted a little late, so we only harvested about two hundred kilograms per acre.

After working for several days, a total of more than 2,700 kilograms of spiritual rice was piled into the warehouse.

"There is so much spiritual rice that even Tai Sui can't finish it... You can try brewing wine. There is a first-level wine recipe in the "Bacchus" that can strengthen qi and blood, and is very suitable for red-blooded spiritual rice..."

Fang Xi made some secret calculations and immediately came to the edge of the best paddy field.

On the shallow water surface, there are lotus leaf bags.

He grabbed one, peeled off the lotus leaves, and saw lotus pods filled with spiritual rice.

The fragrance of lotus suddenly spread out.

Fang Xi carefully peeled it open, and saw that the Qing He Ling rice grains were the size of longan, like lotus seeds, all white, except for the top part, which was the color of pale lotus. At first glance, it looked like small longevity peaches, and it looked very pleasing to the eye.

"Master Ruan Island has been thinking about this spiritual rice for a long time, so he should give it to him!"

The yield per mu of Qinghe Ling rice is even lower, only about 100 kilograms.

Fang Xi packed thirty kilograms of spiritual rice, thought about it, and packed another ten kilograms, and took a black feather boat to the 'Jingyue Villa' where the Ruan family lived on the shores of Jingyue Lake.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you are here!"

Feng Manlou just walked out, saw Fang Xi, and bowed: "Come to see the island owner? The island owner happens to be free, I'm here to inform you!"

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Feeling Feng Manlou's kindness, Fang Xi cupped her hands in thanks.

Well, ever since Feng Baimeng was severely injured, he seems to have given up some thoughts and has begun to get married and have children, trying hard to integrate into Peach Blossom Island.

The relationship with Fang Xi naturally changed from hostility to friendship.

Mo Qingyu, on the other hand, has always been evil-minded, but without the support of the Mo family, he can't make any trouble.

Fang Xi could just let Ruan Xingling have a headache.

After a while, Feng Manlou walked out: "Island Master invites you!"

Fang Xi nodded, walked into the hall, and saw Ruan Xingling.

Compared with before, this woman's majesty was a bit more majestic, and the original image of the gentle and generous bright woman in Fang Xi's memory gradually faded away...

"...This harvest of spiritual rice, I just want to send it to the island owner."

Fang Xi chattered nonchalantly, talking about some chores about farming and raising fish, and then presented her with Qinghe Ling rice.

"I just mentioned it casually, but you have your heart."

Ruan Xingling looked at the lotus leaf wrapping the spiritual rice, and suddenly asked: "Since Taoist friend is devoted to farming, why don't you find a Taoist companion? It's better to help, right? If Taoist friend is willing, the owner of this island is willing to matchmaking for Taoist friend..."
To be continued...