Fang Xing's wife is a spiritual farmer with five spiritual roots. Her appearance is not outstanding. She is a typical housekeeping woman. She doesn't talk much, but there is always a touch of love in her eyes when she looks at Fang Xing.

When the couple went to the church to get married, Lin Mu also received a large sum of money as a gift.

At this time, Fang Xing's wife looked pale and very weak, with a smile in her eyes. She was half lying on the bed, holding an infant baby in her arms.

Fang Xing took Lin Mu's hand and said seriously: "Brother Lin, you and I are brothers. I plan to let my child recognize you as a foster father. What do you think?"

After so many years of getting along, Fang Xing and Lin Mu have a very good relationship.

Lin Mu smiled and nodded: "It's a great honor. I wonder what Young Master Fang's name is?"

Hearing this, Fang Xing scratched his head: "I really haven't thought of the name of the child yet."

"Brother Lin, why don't you help me advise on what name my son should be named?" Fang Xing took the child from his wife's arms with a look of anticipation on his face.

Lin Mu took a look and saw that the little guy was very good-looking and chubby.

Lin Mu thought for a moment and said: "To achieve great things and have lofty ambitions, how about calling me... Fang Hongyuan?"

"Hongyuan...Fang Hongyuan, what a good name!"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, he chanted several times in his mouth, clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Lin, I listen to you, my son will be called Fang Hongyuan from now on!"

Fang Xing's wife was half leaning on the bed, with gentle eyes. She didn't say a word, but her eyes were full of love. She was looking at Fang Xing and his son in the room from beginning to end.

Lin Mu smiled.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at a certain moment, the immortal blood jade in my mind trembled slightly.

Lin Mu suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed that little Fang Hongyuan, who was lying in his swaddling clothes, glanced at him coldly.

His eyes were cold, as if they were filled with the accumulation of time, and there were no waves in the ancient well.

'Why do I always feel like...the way Brother Fang's son looked at me just now, he looked like an old monster that has lived for thousands of years, rather than a newborn?'

Lin Mu felt suspicious in his heart.

He was confident that the Immortal Blood Jade would not go wrong, but when Lin Mu looked at it again, Xiao Fang Hongyuan rubbed his eyes, his eyes were clear and pure, like a newborn baby again, as if nothing had happened.

‘Maybe my eyesight is dazzled.’ Lin Mu thought to himself.

…

After participating in Fang Hongyuan's full moon wine and 100-day banquet, Lin Mu's life returned to calm again.

Reclamation, farming, irrigation, pest control, harvesting...

The life of a spiritual farmer is the same.

A touch of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon, and Lin Mu retreated from his meditation practice and slowly opened his eyes.

After practicing all night long, a thin layer of spiritual stone powder had accumulated in front of him as his spiritual energy had been exhausted.

Lin Mu sighed.

‘I don’t know if it’s because it’s been used too many times, but now the physical body is almost immune to the Demon Yuan Deer’s blood, and there aren’t many spiritual stones left... It won’t be a problem if this continues!’

Without the stimulation of the blood of monsters, Lin Mu's cultivation speed would be greatly reduced.

Several months have passed, and the newly added mist-like true energy in the body is only a few strands, which is different from before.

On this day, Lin Mu came to Waimenfang City again.

After finding Qin Xuan, Lin Mu found a private room with him in a restaurant.

Cucumbers, peanuts, pork head meat...the dishes are not exquisite, but they are more affordable.

While eating the food, Qin Xuan happily took a sip of the wine. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it very much. He said with emotion: "The spiritual wine brewed from the high-grade spiritual rice specially produced by the inner sect, Fellow Daoist Lin, is so delicious.

It’s mellow and rich. I haven’t had it in so many years. It’s full of memories!”

Lin Mu smiled and said: "If Fellow Daoist Qin thinks it tastes good, drink more. Although Lin is short of money, now that he has taken out the spiritual wine, he still has enough."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it's true that we have known each other for many years. It's quite interesting!" Qin Xuan gave a thumbs up.

Spiritual wine is considered a consumable and consumes a lot of spiritual rice. In order to avoid wasting spiritual rice, Baiyun Sect does not allow spiritual farmers to brew and sell it privately, let alone the high-level spiritual rice that is exclusively for the inner sect.

Lin Mu was able to obtain this high-level spiritual rice because of his close relationship with Fang Xing, a spiritual farmer from the Jiashen Spiritual Land.

Secretly brew some wine to drink for yourself instead of selling it.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, if you think about it sometimes, there is nothing wrong with being a spiritual farmer in your sect."

The wine has passed three rounds, and the food has passed the five flavors.

As they exchange cups and cups, the friendship between the two becomes even deeper.

Qin Xuan's face was slightly tipsy, and he obviously regarded Lin Mu as one of his own, confiding in his heart, and laughed at himself: "Fellow Daoist Lin, don't think that I am at the eighth level of Qi training, but since the sect was destroyed and I came to Menfang City outside Baiyun Gate, Wu Liu

After ten years of practice, I have transformed myself into a dog, and even a small external steward with a third or fifth level of Qi training dares to bark at me."

Qin Xuan felt sad: "Who dares to believe that I, Qin Xuan... was also a noble true disciple of the Jindan Sect back then?"

Qin Xuan may have been brilliant when he was at Xuanfu Sect, but when he arrived at Baiyun Sect, he was just a casual cultivator after all.

He did not want to join the Baiyun Sect as a casual cultivator, nor did he want to wander around. He had been setting up a stall in Waimenfang City to sell talismans and seal scripts, paying high stall fees and accommodation fees.

The spiritual stones obtained from selling the talismans and seals were almost nothing left after excluding expenses and practice. If Lin Mu hadn't come over from time to time with bottles of spiritual wine to reminisce with him, Qin Xuan might not even have had to drink the spiritual wine.

Lin Mu puzzled: "With Taoist Fellow Qin's cultivation level, if you are willing to join Baiyun Sect, you will at least start as a deacon of the inner sect. If you go to the Foundation Establishment Sect, you can even become an elder of the outer sect! Why do you have to be trapped in the outer sect of Baiyun Sect?

How about becoming a casual cultivator in the city?"

Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head slightly: "Although Qin's clan was destroyed, his life-saving grace will never be forgotten."

"If I hadn't had my master back then, I would have froze to death on the street. How could Qin deceive my master and destroy his ancestors and change his family?"

Qin Xuan said in a low voice: "As for the inside story, it is not convenient for Qin to say more... However, as long as Qin is still breathing, he will be a member of Xuanfu Sect in life and a ghost of Xuanfu Sect in death!"

The last sentence, Qin Xuan said it forcefully and resoundingly!

Lin Mu looked at Qin Xuan. After more than twenty years, Qin Xuan's eyes had many fine lines. Time had long since smoothed his edges.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, at this moment, Lin Mu saw Qin Xuan's high spirits as a true disciple of Xuanfu Sect!

Lin Mu admired him and said, "The courage of fellow Taoist Qin is far inferior to that of Lin."

Qin Xuan smiled and waved his hand: "It's just old memories... By the way, Qin has drank a lot of wine in recent years. What do you think this is?"

Qin Xuan touched the storage bag on his waist, a white light flashed, and a tiger skin bag with black and red horizontal stripes appeared in his palm.

The tiger skin pocket exudes a faint smell of blood.

Lin Mu opened his mouth with a surprised look on his face: "This...could it be the essence and blood of tiger monsters?"

Qin Xuan nodded and said: "Fellow Daoist Lin's fiery eyes can tell at a glance... Yes, this is the demon blood of the fifth-level qi-training demon beast Chimang Tiger!"

Qin Xuan said with a smile: "In the past, Taoist friend Lin always asked Qin to help him buy demon Yuan deer blood, saying it was for cultivation. Qin thought it was a trick, until later he discovered that Taoist friend Lin had five spiritual roots, but his cultivation level was not good.

I made rapid progress, and then I suddenly realized that it is really for practice!"

Qin Xuan paused and continued: "As a talisman cultivator, Qin also uses the blood of demon beasts to make talisman seals, so he has some understanding... Using the blood of demon beasts to practice can be said to be a new way, but a certain

After using the blood of a specific monster beast too many times, the body will reject and become immune...Qin Mou drank so much spiritual wine from Daoist Lin in vain over the years. He was very embarrassed, so he accidentally killed a red tiger.

, give the demon blood specifically to Fellow Daoist Lin."

After hearing Qin Xuan's words, Lin Mu was greatly moved.

Tiger monsters have a violent temperament and are extremely powerful. Even if they are two levels higher in cultivation, they are difficult to kill.

We have been friends for more than 20 years. Qin Xuan really considers himself a friend!

And I have always wanted to secretly learn his talisman-making inheritance...

Lin Mu felt ashamed and said: "Fellow Daoist Qin has really solved my urgent need. It is a lie to say that it is not necessary. It's just that the red tiger demon blood is too valuable. Lin is really short of money..."

Qin Xuan laughed loudly: "What are you talking about, Fellow Daoist Lin? The decades of friendship between you and me, just practicing Qi for a fifth-level monster, why should we care about it?"

Lin Mu said: "You can't say that...brothers, let's settle the accounts tomorrow. Fellow Taoist Qin will make a price. If there is any place where Lin's property can be used in the future, just ask, and Lin will definitely be willing to do so!"

Qin Xuan thought for a while and made a trivial request: "Okay, Fellow Daoist Lin, I wonder if Qin can drink more spiritual wine?"

Lin Mu was stunned, he didn't expect Qin Xuan's request to be so simple.

Lin Mu waved his hand and said with a cheerful smile: "Fellow Daoist Qin, it's all up!"
Chapter completed!