Before you know it, a month has passed.

It was still that spirit mine cave, Shen Bao sat cross-legged in the tunnel he dug, slowly absorbing the spirit stone in his hand.

Now he is already a real monk, although it is only the lowest level of Qi refining in the early stage, it can be regarded as a qualitative change from a mortal to a monk. He didn't happily run to inform the mine superintendent monks, and still entered the pit every day as a mine slave, but spent a lot of time absorbing spirit stones.

Ah Niu left him fifteen spirit stones, and Shen Bao himself had accumulated ten, and with his absorption efficiency, it would take at least a month to absorb them completely.

If you worship the Lingyun Sect and become an outer disciple, whether you send it to guard the medicine garden or learn refining weapons, you can get three or five spirit stones in a month, and it is far from hiding in the mine by yourself.

As the last spirit stone in his hand was about to be absorbed, Shen Bao opened his eyes and looked at the mine tunnel he had spent two years excavating, picked up an iron pickaxe and carved four words on the rock wall: mortal, goodbye.

Swallowing the spirit stone with only one percent of spiritual power in his hand into his stomach, he watched his stomach become more and more distended. Shaking his belly as if he was pregnant in October, Shen Bao walked towards the exit of the mine, where he had to perform a play.

"Xiaobao is gambling on his life, everyone come quickly!"

"You won't tell everyone about this, and you'll be carried out and thrown away when the time comes, aren't you looking for trouble?"

"Xiaobao, don't go, I'll soak the urine for you, maybe you can save your life! I can't pee out for a while, I ......"

"Look at this posture, it should be swallowed crushed slag, and the whole spirit stone has already exploded!"

"Everyone else is paralyzed and waiting to die after swallowing the spirit stone, so it's a lot better to walk around like this, right?"

"Let's talk about it first, whoever grabs the spirit stone will carry it out and bury it for him."

……

There are those who sincerely help, there are those who gloat and say strange things, there are those who are worried about the spiritual stones in their stomachs, and there are those who are silent and cold-eyed.

Shen Bao held his big belly and walked towards the entrance of the mine step by step. However, Chen Er rarely stepped forward to support him, and the others were a few steps away, afraid that the moment his stomach exploded, he would splash his flesh and blood.

Walking to the entrance of the cave, even the outer disciples who supervised the mine were shocked by this battle: Good guy, other people swallow spirit stones and gamble their lives to start after leaving the mine, this little brother swallows spirit stones and then shakes them out with a big belly? Doesn't it hurt between the shaking of the viscera, and I have never seen someone who is uncomfortable looking for death!

This spirit stone was absorbed by Shen Bao with most of the spiritual power, and the remaining amount was less than one-tenth before he dared to swallow it directly into his stomach. Even so, it is not a pain that ordinary people can endure, it is like swallowing a thorny cactus and pricking its internal organs as it moves.

After half a cup of tea like this, it was similar to the usual rhythm of others swallowing stones and gambling for their lives, and Shen Bao finally absorbed the high-pressure spiritual power in his abdomen into the meridians and stored it. The stomach gradually deflated as the spiritual pressure weakened, slowly returning to its normal size.

The previous severe pain had already made Shen Bao snot and tears all over his cheeks, and he shouted directly without makeup at this time: "I succeeded!" I succeeded......"

"Xiaobao succeeded!"

"Also Xiaobao, you should change your name to Shen Xianye!"

"It's been three years, and there is another fairy in our mine slaves......"

No matter what kind of mentality they had before, now there is only joy. Because they and Shenbao are both people all the way, both are mining slaves with a fate like ants, and Shenbao's successful gambling has allowed them to see with their own eyes that the opportunity to change their lives has never left!

Before Shen Bao took a curtain call, he saw the two mining slaves next to him take out the spirit stone from their dusty pockets, close their eyes and throw them into their mouths: "You have to die to the sky, and you will not die as a fairy!" ”

There is no need to guess the result, it is naturally bloated like pregnancy, and then both of them exploded.

The outer disciple picked up two small spirit stones with blood foam on the ground, then took out a set of coarse silk robes, and handed them to Shen Bao with a smile: "Congratulations, junior brother, it is a meeting gift from senior brother." Pack up your face and follow Elder Qi to enter the roster. ”

Feeling the warmth of the two spirit stones foaming at the blood, Shen Bao handed him over to Chen Er: "Second brother, I'm leaving, dig a pit and bury them." ”

Chen Er pinched the spirit stone in his hand, and was warmed by this second brother: "I know, you visit the door first, and the second brother will come to you two months later." ”

……

Different from the burning passion of the mine, Elder Qi pulled up Shen Bao's arm and injected spiritual power to explore, and said coldly: "How can ordinary qualifications survive, let's record a name and go to the miscellaneous room to do chores." ”

After that, he took out a booklet and threw it in front of Shen Bao: "The rules of the outer disciples are all on it, find time to memorize them yourself." Half a year later, the deacon of the miscellaneous room replied, if he is willing to keep you, you are the outer disciple of the Xiaotangshan miscellaneous room of the Lingyun Sect, otherwise you will go down the mountain by yourself. ”

Without waiting for Shen Bao to reply, Elder Qi turned around and left. Such a gambling-minded miner deserves to waste his time at all.

Looking at Elder Qi's back, Shen Bao picked up the "Lingyun Sect Disciple Discipline" that had fallen to the ground with a face like frost, and left without saying a word.

Miscellaneous rooms, that is, messy places where everything is done.

Supervising mines, tuntian, patrolling mountains, cooking, feeding spirit animals, pouring slag, etc., as long as there are odd things that mortals can't do, they are all done by the outer disciples of the miscellaneous house. In terms of the status of the Lingyun Sect, the miscellaneous room can be said to be the most bottom-of-the-line existence, and there is no one.

The outer disciples inside are all the worst generation of immortal cultivation qualifications, to put it in layman's terms, they are a little stronger than mortals, but they can't step into the realm of high cultivation in their entire lives, and most of them stop at the two stages of refining qi and building a foundation.

The Lingyun Sect is a high-ranking cultivation sect in the eyes of mortals, but in fact, it is just a small sect that does not enter the immortal cultivation realm. The limited cultivation resources are naturally reserved for the elite disciples with the best qualifications, and it is enough for the outer disciples of the miscellaneous room to give a few spirit stones every month. In the event of a festival, it is enough to reward a low-grade elixir.

Elder Qi looked at people low, and Shen Bao naturally didn't dare to ask how to get to the miscellaneous room. But he was not stupid, and when he met an outer disciple with the same texture as the clothes on his body, he asked with a shy face. Fortunately, the outer disciples were already at the bottom of the chain of contempt of the disciples of the Lingyun Sect, and they finally didn't let him be insulted again.

"New here, gambling to survive? You're good at being able to save your life. ”

The deacon of the miscellaneous room is happy to look at his early forties, and he is in the middle of building the foundation. Although he is in the name of a deacon, he is still only an outer disciple, and I am afraid that this life will stop here.

"I thought I was going to die, maybe the piece of slag I swallowed was very small."

"Perhaps, since you have already crossed the threshold of cultivators, maybe there will be opportunities in the future. At present, there is no shortage of manpower in the miscellaneous room, and you can go to the back mountain to open up a few acres of spiritual fields to plant some grains. Pay some to the sect every quarter, and the rest can go to the Fang Market to earn some spirit stones. ”

Shen Bao, a newcomer who stepped into a monk by swallowing stones and gambling on his life, really didn't have much to do. Guarding the door and guarding the road, casting alchemy is not qualified, even the lowest-level magic weapons can't be manipulated, so they can only be sent to open up the wasteland spiritual field. Grow out of the Spirit Valley, eat some and sell some, and only after three or five years can you do some basic work when you reach the middle stage of Qi refining.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Shenbao's qualifications for cultivating immortals are very ordinary, and he can't get the support of the sect's resources. If it was a talent that was unique in ten thousand, Elder Qi would definitely report it directly to the master. Assign the most awesome high cultivator to teach carefully, all kinds of scarce pills to eat, and cultivate to go up!

"Deacon Le, I just came out of the mine, I don't have anything in my hands, and I can't even ...... how to operate the spiritual power in my body."

Shenbao is not stupid, and he also heard the general idea from Le Xian's mouth. From Elder Qi's impatience to the carelessness of the leisure in front of him, to put it bluntly, it is the set of self-fending and free-range. If it weren't for the fact that this spiritual field needed to be taken care of by using spells, maybe it wouldn't be his turn to open up the wasteland and directly hand it over to mortals to plant.

When he thought that he had come to another world, he had been a mining slave for two years, and now he had to go farming again as a monk, and Shen Bao's heart was full of grass and mud galloping by!

Even though he was disappointed, he still had to beg for some starting resources. Since you have asked yourself to open up the wasteland, you should also give some introductory tips and some production tools for sowing and reclamation.

Le Xian took out a small bag of seeds, three spirit stones, a book of magic secrets, and an iron plow: "This bag is a first-order spirit valley seed, which is enough for ten acres of land." The "Little Five Elements Formula" contains five types of low-level spells of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, which are most suitable for beginner learning. This black iron plough is a miscellaneous tool, and it can save a lot of effort by injecting spiritual power when holding it. ”

"The miscellaneous disciples come here to study for one day at the beginning of each month, and Deacon Zhou Sheng and I explain some spell applications and alchemy refining tools and formations, and ask questions when they encounter something they don't understand. You can also communicate with people on a regular basis, and you can buy a lot of things in the market, and the price is often not cheap. You can receive three spirit stones every month, and they will be distributed after learning at the beginning of the month. These three spirit stones will be lent to you first, and three will be repaid, understand? ”

"Understood, understood."

Mining in the mine by yourself, you can get nearly ten spirit stones every month. After becoming a monk, he directly became three per month, I really don't know what those mortals who swallow stones and gamble on their lives are trying to do? Maybe this is the siege of the city, mortals look at the immortal master with all kinds of envy, but these so-called immortal masters are just ants at the bottom of the immortal cultivation world.

Le Xian took Shen Bao to the back mountain and pointed to the scattered wasteland in front of him: "There are already people with Linggu, and you can pick the other wastelands yourself." Don't be greedy to occupy more, the Linggu that is handed over to the sect every quarter is to look at the wasteland boundary, fifty catties of good land, forty pounds of secondary land, you might as well take an acre of land to practice first. Although it is only an ownerless wasteland, the Lingyun Sect realm is shrouded in a mountain protection array, and the temperature is suitable, as long as you are willing to spend effort to take care of it, you can't be hungry. ”

Shen Bao has no experience in farming, but he can probably see the clues. Lingyun Mountain is protected by the magic circle, there is no obvious change of four seasons inside, and it is in the early summer climate all year round, so it is not difficult to plant Linggu. Those golden ears of rice that are about to ripen are also proving that they are indeed as Lexian said.

As a deacon of the miscellaneous house, it was good for Le Xian to personally bring Shen Bao to choose the wasteland, and after explaining the general matters, he turned around and left.

Just when Shen Bao looked at the wasteland in front of him, wondering what location to choose, a grain farmer in his early sixties walked over with a smile: "Little brother, you look like a decent person, you don't know which place to choose, right?" Yuan Xian of Baicaofang compiled the "Linggu Daquan", selected the land to divide the field, ploughed the land for breeding, weeding and killing insects, and the two spirit stones were ......"