My Debauched Devotion

Lin Yunzi cupped his hands and bowed silently.

The hands counting wheat in front of Gao's case stopped suddenly, froze for a moment, and reluctantly lifted the bamboo hat.

It was an old face with drooping eyelids.

After confirming Xiao Ran's identity, the old man got up and bowed slightly.

"Baili Qingfeng has seen Senior Brother Xiao."

Sitting down after speaking, his voice was loose and dry, a little disrespectful.

"You are Welcome."

Xiao Ran had heard Lin Yunzi's introduction about this person before.

Baili Qingfeng is the master of Dagu Peak, coached by Lingnong, and has a golden core cultivation base. He is good at planting spiritual valleys on a large scale, especially in attracting wind and opening canals.

Looking at Dagu Peak's Lingtian from the perspective of Xiao Ran's full-level farming, Baili Qingfeng has at least a level of sixty or more.

It's a pity that after the end of the Dharma Era, the income of Dagu Peak's Lingtian has been greatly reduced. The old man Baili tried hard but couldn't find a good solution.

Although inner sect coaches and direct disciples are of the same generation, they usually have to respect each other as Senior Brother and Senior Sister.

What's more, Ling Agriculture is originally a non-pillar industry in Zongzhi Mountain. Coupled with poor yields, its status in the sect has been declining year by year, and it has been on the verge of being forgotten all year round.

There is only a certain stubborn coach who comes to Dagu Peak to farm for two hours a day.

It is rare for a direct disciple to come to visit once a year.

"Senior brother Xiao is really young and promising."

Baili Qingfeng complimented with a half smile.

Unlike Lin Yunzi's sincere flattery, Baili Qingfeng's young and promising words are slightly ironic.

After all, with his Golden Core cultivation base, he could destroy Xiao Ran thousands of times with one finger, so it was inevitable to underestimate this mortal who somehow entered the immortal sect.

Xiao Ran didn't exchange pleasantries, and said straight to the point:

"I need the best seeds, fresh spiritual grains and natural yeast."

yeast?

Baili Qingfeng pouted and said:

"It's at this juncture, is Senior Brother Xiao still thinking about making wine?"

Xiao Ran naturally knew what this juncture was referring to, but he was too lazy to argue and decided quickly.

"This is what Master ordered."

Baili Qingfeng's old face froze, and he immediately became more respectful.

"Please follow me to the barn."

The underground barn is ventilated, cool and dry.

Check the grain piles, there are Daogu and Maigu from the Qi Refining Realm to the Golden Core Realm, but at least they are all Chen Guzi from half a year ago.

It can be used as a seed, but it is slightly insufficient as a material for brewing sake.

Baili Qingfeng filled two sacks of high-quality wheat seeds and gave them to Xiao Ran for free.

However, Xiao Ran still paid two spirit stones.

He didn't want to owe the old man a favor.

The grade of these aged grains is not bad, but the quality is mediocre, which cannot be recognized by a full-level brewing master.

"I need fresh high-quality grains, and I'm going to make sake tonight."

The legendary overnight brewing of sake?

Could it be that this is the wine master deliberately chosen by the elder holding the sword?

Baili Qingfeng didn't dare to neglect again.

"The fresh and high-quality grains suitable for brewing sake still need brother Xiao to go into the valleys to pick and pick one by one. As for yeast, there are many black mushrooms that can cultivate natural yeast in the wild forest at the foot of Xiaoyu Peak Mountain in the southwest."

After speaking, he handed the passing jade slip in the valley to Xiao Ran.

"Thank you."

...

Come to the valley.

The wind is melodious and the river is rushing.

Xiao Ran briskly walked on the rice embankment, shuttling through the golden wheat fields.

The breeze is coming slowly, and the faint fragrance of grain permeates the world.

The autumn light is shining, filled with the fragrance of wheat ears.

Xiao Ran recalled the scene when he was a child picking tea in the tea mountain.

The scenery is beautiful, but the tea is not worth a few dollars.

The scenery here is more beautiful and magnificent, but the grade and quality of Lingzhi are mediocre. Compared with the herbs on Baicao Peak,

The gap is too far.

After walking for a long time, Xiao Ran couldn't find any fresh rice that he was satisfied with.

Occasionally, I met a few disciples of Lingnong who were working in the valley. They all looked older, lifeless and lacking in vitality.

When these older disciples saw Xiao Ran, they only bowed to greet him symbolically, and then went about their own business. No one was a tour guide for him.

Xiao Ran walked by the river.

Suddenly, there was an imperceptible fragrance.

Xun Xiang looked carefully.

It was the husks of a few ears of wheat floating in the river!

This smell is unusual...

Xiao Ran hurriedly jumped into the water, picked up a piece of grain husk, and chewed it in his mouth.

Well, the appearance is average, the grade is not high, but the quality... Absolutely!

Walking up the river for seven or eight miles, Xiao Ran came to a certain hillside and found a wheat field of several mu.

The wheat stalks are very mixed, green and yellow, tall and short, straight and curved, growing in the same wheat field in disorder.

Mai Gusheng's appearance is ugly, each has its own grades, and each has its own defects.

The only thing in common is that each stalk of wheat has a very different but very prominent aroma.

It is a very high level of transparency, a free, restrained, wheat fragrance that is not for human beings.

On the edge of the wheat field, overgrown with weeds.

A middle-aged man with a shaggy beard and a bamboo hat, resting his head on a hoe handle and holding a long sword in his arms, was lying among the weeds.

Wearing a farming uniform and a farm gown, with a short wheat ear in his mouth, he hummed a melodious tune.

The humming tune is gentle and fluttering, and it seems to have some kind of magical power that allows wheat plants to grow freely.

For a moment, Xiao Ran seemed to see... the catcher in the rye.

Taking care of this kind of wheat field shows that he is not an ordinary person.

Feeling admiration in Xiao Ran's heart, he clasped his hands together from a distance:

"The junior needs some fresh wheat to make wine, can the senior part with it?"

The middle-aged man lifted a corner of the bamboo hat, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Xiao Ran's high-ranking blue disciple robe.

Probably knew Xiao Ran's identity.

But he didn't look up to Xiao Ran because he was a direct disciple.

Nor did he look down on him because he was a mortal.

No joy, no sorrow.

"I'm not your senior, fresh wheat as you like."

"Thank you."

Xiao Ran went deep into the wheat field and began to select carefully.

He is accurate to each Lingmai, and what he pursues is not the perfection of appearance, or the high level and unity of grade, but the selection of wheat whose quality is infinitely close to perfection.

He picked slowly and was very patient.

The middle-aged man seemed to be sleeping soundly, but he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Because of the behavior of this new direct disciple...

It is not a realm that a mortal can reach!

He can accurately find wheat grains with perfect quality—although these grains are of different sizes, uneven colors, and some are crooked.

Met a maven!

Is it the brewing master specially sought by the elder holding the sword?

He is calm.

After half an hour, Xiao Ran finally collected two catties of wheat grain.

It is not a big problem to brew ten catties of sake with this amount.

"This is a spirit stone."

Xiao Ran respectfully took out five spirit stones to show his respect.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"I don't need Lingshi. If you are sincerely grateful, help me get rid of the weeds and pests in the field."

The corners of Xiao Ran's eyes gathered slightly, and he only said calmly:

"Senior joked."

"Ok?"

"In this field, there is not a single unnecessary pest, and there is not a single redundant weed. They are all companion spiritual plants and spiritual insects carefully selected by the seniors."

The middle-aged man was slightly startled.

Standing up slowly with a sword in hand.

He was tall and tall, revealing an indescribable vicissitudes.

"It seems that your excellency is very knowledgeable about farming."

Xiao Ran cupped his fists respectfully.

"Senior has won the award."

The middle-aged man came to the river, looked at the river, and pressed down the front of the bamboo hat.

"May I take the liberty to ask you a question?"

"Senior, please."

"If one day, Netherworld besieges Zongzhi Mountain, you will face two choices."

The voice of the middle-aged man was very calm, with a touch of vicissitudes and compassion.

"The first one, you choose to draw your sword, and in the end you die in the mouth of Nether due to the great disparity between the enemy and yourself."

"The second is that you judge the situation, retreat cautiously, escape into a safe underground cave, start farming secretly, continue the fire, and wait for the day when the situation will come back."

"How would you choose?"

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

The first one is to survive and continue the incense, waiting for a day of comeback. This is the absolutely correct choice in theory.

But if you think about it carefully, only a few people can enjoy such a chance to live, and most people will die in the mouth of the netherworld no matter whether they resist or not.

And as a sword-wielding disciple, under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to ignore the lives of the weak and choose to retreat and farm.

Although he is good at farming.

But farming can be done by women and the weak, and the duty of the sword bearer is to protect their farming safety.

"I will draw my sword."

Xiao Ran replied without hesitation, and then said:

"But I will not die in Nether's mouth."

All of a sudden!

The river turned a tide.

The wheat fields are rippling with waves.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"As expected of the master apprentice chosen by the elder holding the sword, I was the one to be rude."

He saw firmness and self-confidence in Xiao Ran.

And these two points are precisely the most precious qualities of a swordsman.

Xiao Ran's farming attainments are very high, but his cultivation level is just a mortal, and he seems to be an excellent farmer.

But in his opinion, this is a more outstanding one with unlimited potential - the sword holder.

Xiao Ran was a little curious, clasped his fists and asked:

"What's the senior's name?"

The middle-aged man turned around and took off his bamboo hat, revealing a face with chapped skin and thin curly beard, but with an infinitely free and easy face.

"Chen bowed."