Chapter 135 Harmony Even though Ling Cang received good treatment in the Tianfu Sect, it had not made a contract with any disciple of the Tianfu Sect and had always been an extra-staff beast. As an old-fashioned Mahayana master, no matter how good Ning'an Daozun is to it, he will never treat it equally. Keeping it is more like keeping a pet that gives people a headache. After reading the inspection report and learning that the storage space under its wings was only as big as a small storage bag, Wei Wenxin couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Obviously, because it was unwilling to form a contract, Taoist Ning'an did not put much effort into cultivating it. Because cultivating a spiritual beast with such a high bloodline requires a huge amount of resources. It was able to afford the small treasury of a late Nascent Soul cultivator like Wei Wenxin during those years of eating and drinking. This shows how much it could afford. But she was not a person who liked to gossip about others. She did not say a word of what she was thinking. She just earnestly told it how to live in the future. "You can eat the spiritual fruits from our own mountain as much as you want, but you can't waste them. You can pick them and sell them, but you can't sell them cheaply and disrupt the market. The income must be split in half, you get half and the other half goes to Xiao Er. Because those fruit trees were planted and taken care of by her with great effort." Wei Wenxin explained one by one, extremely carefully and seriously. "Disciples like us are not allowed to catch the spirit beasts in the back mountain at will, but it is okay to catch the contracted spirit beasts to satisfy your hunger. If the level of the spirit beasts in the back mountain is too low to meet your needs, you can continue to go deeper into the mountains.
"I will hunt with you for a month, and then you will go on your own. "There is still a spiritual spring on my Lingsi Peak. You'd better take some with you." Wei Wenxin sighed deeply and spoke very frankly: "I'm very poor. I can't afford to hire a servant, and I don't have that much time to take care of you. You have to learn to take care of yourself. If you have too many things to put on your body, put them in the storage ring." Countless gods have died at her hands, and she has many small storage rings like this one. Because the spaces were incompatible, one storage equipment could not be placed inside another storage equipment, so she added a thin golden waist chain to her belt and strung the storage rings together. You know what, when all the colorful ones are turned into the smallest size, they look like a bunch of colored beans, which is quite beautiful. Every time I search a corpse, the happiest thing is finding a storage ring. Because this thing is rare and insured, it is very suitable whether for personal use or as a gift. Ling Cang took the storage ring and gestured, but didn't know where to wear it. The toes of the River Crocodile are separated, thin and long. It is okay for wearing a storage ring, but its claws have pads, and the curved toenails are usually retracted into the pads. Not to mention whether it can be worn steadily, it is definitely uncomfortable. I thought about taking out a ball of white hair from under my wings, rubbing it with my claws, and trying to make it into a rope. The results showed that the technology was clearly not up to standard. This makes it look a bit depressed. "This is my mother's hair. She was a fairy beast. If we make a rope out of this, it will be very strong." Before being sent to the Qinghuan Realm, it was actually just over a hundred years old and had just slept in a separate cave from its mother. Because it couldn't sleep at night, its mother pulled out a ball of hair for the baby to hold. It was suddenly thrown down by its ancestor, completely unprepared, and had nothing on its body except this ball of fur. "Hey, are you homesick?" Ling Cang did not answer, but lowered his head and drank the spiritual spring water sip by sip.
I took a small sip and shed a big tear. I didn't know whether I drank more or shed more tears. Seeing that it was sad, Wei Wenxin took the ball of fur. Xiang Xiang took out a few storage rings of different colors from his waist and put them together with the silver one. He used the ball of hair to make a necklace for it. The necklace has no interface, so there is no worry of it coming loose. It also has no other functions except being strong and being able to expand or shrink. It grew bigger, was put around the neck, and the hair was lifted up, then it shrank back down so that other people couldn't see it at all. I didn't expect her to be so generous to me. Ling Cang felt her kindness, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated a little. After finishing his meal, he licked his lips, and seeing that she didn't move, he understood what she meant. He knew that from now on it would probably be his food bucket and water basin, so he quickly performed a dust-cleansing spell, trying to clean both the bucket and basin. As a result, after using a dust collector, there were still water droplets in the basin and debris in the bucket. Wei Wenxin was right beside it, watching it with his eyes wide open, clumsily practicing the Jingchen Jue. Perhaps its furry paws were not very convenient, so it changed into the appearance of a three-headed child. He was wearing a white jacket and a bunch of colorful storage rings hung around his neck by a light golden rope. His two fat hands tried hard to make hand gestures, but they almost got their fingers tangled together! I saw it use five dust-cleansing decoctions in a row, and every bucket and basin was finally made brand new. Wei Wenxin's brows twitched. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. He managed to squeeze out a sentence that could barely be considered a compliment: "It really is a good spirit beast with a strong character. I didn't believe it when I saw the report before, but I didn't expect it to be true!" Ling Cang turned around silently and faced her with his back. This is treating it like a cub! Well, there is a smart spirit beast and this approach doesn't work. It saves a lot of trouble. Wei Wenxin saw it put away its things and the bamboo mat, then took it back to the refining room. "I'm really poor right now. I plan to refine some magic weapons to cash in. I also need to go to Jiayi Hall to solve the problem of the mining machine. You can't help me now. I'll ask Lao San to send you back to Lingsi Peak later! Speaking of which, you haven't even built a nest yet." The Wanjian Sect was unfamiliar to it, and it was rare that Wei Wenxin changed his attitude towards it, so it was naturally unwilling to leave. So he lied, "I'm going to refine these storage rings later, so it's safer for me to stay with you." Well, there's nothing wrong with that. Wei Wenxin simply took it into the Jiayi Hall. Since the uncle-master was not here today, Wei Wenxin arranged it to squat on the middle platform, while he himself walked around to check on his fellow junior brothers and sisters working. Seeing her come back, everyone seemed to have found a backbone and worked even harder! I don’t know if it’s because of the senior sister, but the success rate is particularly high today. The work day is over and everyone goes home. Wei Wenxin counted the number of finished products today and was overjoyed to see that it was 30% more than usual!
It seems that all the efforts she has made recently are effective! The next day, Ling Cang finished refining the string of storage rings and suddenly had the desire to put things into them. If I don't have money to buy anything else, I can go back to Lingsi Peak to pick some fruits to decorate the spiritual spring, and catch some small animals in the back mountain to satisfy my hunger. That should be okay, right? This is a reasonable request, of course no problem! Wei Wenxin immediately asked the third brother to take it there. "Take it for a walk around the sect. Once it knows the way, it can go back by itself." Bai Ze, who is in the Nascent Soul stage, has no problem flying on the clouds. No matter how slow he is, it is impossible for him to be slower than a Jindan cultivator. This would not only avoid causing trouble to his junior sister in the future, but also allow Bai Ze to get some training. When you come to a new environment, you always have to learn to adapt yourself. Wei Wenxin has never been the kind of person who dotes on spiritual beasts. Then, the amount of finished products produced by Jiayitang on that day was only about 15% more than before. Wei Wenxin was a sensitive person, so on the third day he called Lingcang, gave it a basket of pine nuts, and asked it to rub them slowly on the high platform. Even though it’s just peeling the pine nuts, it can effectively improve its control over spiritual power. Then on this day, the finished product output of Jiayitang returned to 30%. This time, not only Wei Wenxin was thoughtful, but all the weapon refiners were thoughtful as well. On the fourth day, Zi Yu fried the freshly picked medium-quality spiritual tea and brought it to Wei Wenxin. Wei Wenxin immediately arranged for Ling Cang to bring her tea. Close elders, familiar friends, close junior and senior students... After running for a day, I was basically very familiar with the Wanjian Sect. Ling Cang thought that his master was introducing his connections to him, and he went there excitedly. Then the daily increase returned to 15%. Every weekend, Wang Jie would go fishing in the park with her father. They would use a children's fishing rod, steal my flour and sesame oil to make bait, and carry a small bucket. Every time they came back, they would bring back several small fish, which were probably less than ten centimeters from the tip of the mouth to the tip of the tail. The child said that the father caught them, and the father said that the child caught them. Ermao, who had taken a nap at home for half an afternoon, jumped up and swore that he had caught them! If it weren't for the wrong species and size, I would have suspected that they bought them at the market. But then again, would other fishermen feel sorry for them and give them a few fish? This guess was too vicious, and I couldn't hurt the little fishermen's heart. So I stared at the fish and praised them for being so great! Then I asked if I could fry them and eat them? The three of them collectively scolded me. Hey, isn't fishing for eating fish these days? Is it cruel to eat the fish you catch? Is this rule only for five-year-old fishermen like this? Hey, anyway, there is no air force, but there is hope. I hope my child grows up quickly and catches a lot of big fish for me. I love fish! It’s just past June and my pickled cabbage jars are already empty. They’re all dried fish! (End of this chapter)