You Practice Immortality, I Farm Chapter 56

  Chapter 56 Are you awake?

   Just when he wanted to step forward and completely kill the grass puppet.

  Suddenly, a golden sword qi shot out, like thunder and lightning, and it came to the masked monk in the blink of an eye.

   "What kind of sword art is this?!"

  The sword art was too sudden and fast, and the masked monk didn't have enough time to sacrifice the defensive magic weapon.

  The souls of the dead were all under him, so he had to barely turn his body.

   There was a whoosh.

  The golden sword energy pierced his shoulder directly, and blood flowed profusely, spilling all over the spiritual field.

  The sword energy remained undiminished, piercing into the courtyard wall behind him.

   "Run away!"

  The masked monk ignored the sharp pain from his shoulder, and a thought flashed in his mind, wanting to escape from the spiritual field here.

  He has rich experience, and he knows that such a level of sword art is definitely not something that a small casual practitioner of the third level of Qi training can display.

   This kind of sword art, if there are a few more, or even just one, he will be in danger of falling here.

  A gust of wind struck behind him, and a silver-white sword followed him.

  With a thought in his mind, the masked monk's spiritual energy circulated rapidly, and an ice wall appeared in midair, which happened to block the menacing silver-white sword blade.

  Unexpectedly, when the blade was about to collide with the ice wall, the short silver-white blade cracked silently, and dozens of thin pieces, like silver-white butterflies, attacked the masked monk from all directions.

  Such an unexpected attack method caused the masked monk to be thrown into chaos, with fragments piercing his limbs, shoulders, and chest.

  A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and a black spirit beast appeared in front of him sensitively. His emerald green pupils stared coldly at the masked monk, and his bewildering sight made him lose his mind for a moment.

   Before he could react, the spirit beast held up the thick white soles and slapped him on the head, directly hitting the monk to the ground, rolling a few times on the ground, and passed out from the pain.

  The masked monk awakened from the infinite darkness.

  He didn't open his eyes to observe his surroundings for the first time, but carefully felt the current state of his body.

  The situation is very bad, when the spiritual power in the body is transferred, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, the sea of ​​energy in the dantian is destroyed, and the cultivation base is completely lost.

  At the same time, the body was still bound by something, unable to move, the wounds on the limbs and other places were exposed to the air, and there were bursts of severe pain.

  Throat, heart, and **** also faintly emanated a sharp coolness. It seemed that as long as he made a slight movement, the sharp coolness would invade his body.

"you're awake?"

  A gentle voice sounded not far from him.

  The monk still had his eyes closed, as if he was still in a coma.

   "If you really don't wake up, I will make you unable to wake up again."

   Said in a gentle voice.

  The masked monk reluctantly opened his eyes, the pupils of both eyes rolled, and he had a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.

  He is now in a house with a simple layout, and he is tied with gray and black grass ropes, and what stays in front of the Achilles' heel is the previous silver and white fragments.

  A young monk is standing in front, his eyes are clear and bright.

   "I didn't expect you, a casual spiritual planter, to be able to hide so deeply."

   "That sword technique... should be close to the realm of a master. Even the sword masters I have met before rarely have your superb sword skills."

   "Besides, you are still so young."

   "There is also cultivation... definitely far beyond the third level of Qi training."

  The more the masked monk talked, the more he regretted it. He thought it would be easy to deal with a third-level qi training spiritual planter, but unexpectedly, he capsized in the gutter, suffered heavy injuries, and was easily taken down.

   "Tell me, why did you enter my house and try to harm me?"

   Lu Xuan ignored the masked monk and asked with a smile.

   "I just passed by here by chance. I wanted to enter Your Excellency's spiritual field and steal a few spiritual plants. I didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble."

  The masked monk made up a random excuse, trying to get away with it.

   "You think I'll believe you?"

  Lu Xuan couldn't help but feel amused, his expression turned cold, the fragment stopped in front of the monk's throat penetrated a little, pierced the skin, and deep red blood dripped out.

   "Just tell me who sent you here."

  The masked monk fell silent.

   "Actually, whether you tell me or not, I probably already know who it is."

   "I've always lived in seclusion, and I'm kind to others. If I can provoke the other party and arouse murderous intentions in me, just think about it."

   "But if you don't say it, the ending will be very different. The magic weapon in front of you will cut you into thin slices and try not to let you die."

   "Wait until there is still a trace of breath, and then send you to the black market. There are many evil cultivators buying monk souls. You should be able to sell a good price for a mid-level Qi training monk like you."

   Lu Xuan said coldly.

   "If I tell you, can Fellow Daoists let me go?"

   "Say it, I will give you a clean ending. If you don't say it, you will have to suffer endless torture in body and soul. You choose by yourself."

   "It's Zhou Haiwen, the spiritual planter, who brought out the spiritual stones and asked me to come and kill you, and promised to give me all the spiritual plants in your spiritual field, as long as you have the ancient jade slips on your body."

  The masked monk no longer hesitated, and confessed everything.

   "Sure enough, it's that unyielding spirit planter who probably wants to get a method of growing perfect quality spirit plants from me."

  Lu Xuan had already guessed a lot, and after getting the answer from the masked monk, he confirmed it thoroughly.

   "Tell me his address, don't try to deceive me, you know that he and I are both employed by Baicaotang as a spiritual planter, and it is not difficult to get his information."

   "Okay, let me say."

  After confessing to the spiritual planter, the masked monk no longer had any scruples, and told all he knew about the situation, still harboring a hint of Lu Xuan's thought that he could let him go.

   "Okay, you can go on the road with peace of mind."

  Lu Xuan said something softly, the thin fragment in front of the monk's throat suddenly thrust forward, and deeply pierced into his throat.

  After killing the monk, Lu Xuan's spiritual power circulated, and a head-sized fireball appeared above the monk's corpse.

   Immediately, it turned into clusters of flames and fell on his corpse, burning him to black ashes within a dozen or so breaths.

  Lu Xuan took out another evil talisman, and the misty white light centered on black and gray, fluctuating towards the surroundings.

  No abnormality occurred.

   Only then did he feel completely relieved, and swept together a thick layer of black ash on the ground, and sprinkled it on the soil of the spiritual field.

   "You guys escaped unharmed tonight, I'll give you some good fertilizer to make up for it."

  Since the Qin and Ming dynasties, a second monk appeared in the spiritual field who turned his bones into ashes and turned them into fertilizer.

  Lu Xuan took care of the yard a little bit, looked around with his spiritual sense, and told the blue-eyed cloud stepping lynx to take care of the house, his figure flickered, and he came outside the house without a sound.

  Fang City has monks patrolling day and night, but the protection strength of each area is different.

  Like the outskirts of the North District where Lu Xuan lived before, fish and dragons are mixed together, and the protection force is better than nothing.

  The courtyard where I live is relatively inward, and the protection power is much enhanced, but it is usually just a few low-level Qi training monks for show.

  Only in the core area, there will be mid-level or even high-level Qi training monks to guard it well to prevent evil cultivators or evil spirits from invading.

   A while later, Lu Xuan arrived at the destination, outside the courtyard of the Lingzhi master Zhou.

  (end of this chapter)

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