Lin Yunzi bowed and silently said to leave.

Gao Shumai's hands suddenly stopped before the desk, frozen for a moment, and reluctantly opened the hat.

It was an old face with drooping eyelids.

After confirming Xiao Ran's identity, the old man stood up and bowed a little.

"Baili Qingfeng has met Senior Brother Xiao."

After saying that, he sat down, his voice was scattered and dry, and he was slightly disrespectful.

“No need to be polite.”

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

Baili Qingfeng is the master of Dagu Peak. He is coached by Lingnong and has a golden elixir cultivation. He is good at planting Ling Valley on a large scale, especially in evacuating wind and opening canals.

Looking at the spiritual fields of Dagu Peak from Xiao Ran's full-level farming perspective, Baili Qingfeng is at least 60% above.

Unfortunately, after the Dharma-Ending Age, the spiritual field of Dagu Peak was greatly reduced. After several efforts, the old man Baili could not find a good solution. Now that he is in the process of this year, he will inevitably give up, and it is inevitable that he will neglect his duties.

Although the inner sect coaching and personal disciples are peers, they usually respectfully call each other senior brothers and senior sisters.

What's more, Ling Agriculture is a non-pillar industry in Zongzhishan. In addition, its production and income are not good, and its status within the school has declined year by year and is on the verge of being forgotten all year round.

There is only a stubborn coach in the sect, and he comes to Otani Peak for two hours every day.

It is said that the disciples come to visit and do not encounter any such thing as once a year.

"Senior Brother Xiao is really young and promising."

Baili Qingfeng smiled and gave a compliment.

It’s not as sincere as Lin Yunzi, Baili Qingfeng’s sentence is young and promising, and is slightly ironic.

After all, with his golden elixir cultivation, he can destroy Xiao Ran thousands and hundreds of times with one finger, and it is inevitable that he will look down on this mortal who has inexplicably entered the immortal sect.

Xiao Ran didn't say anything, and said straight to the point:

“I need top seeds, fresh spirit valleys and natural yeast.”

yeast?

Baili Qingfeng curled his lips and said:

"It's all at the critical moment. Does Senior Brother Xiao still have the intention to make wine?"

Xiao Ran naturally knew what this critical point was, but he was too lazy to argue and fought quickly.

"This is what the Master ordered."

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

"Please follow me to the barn to see."

In the underground barn, ventilated and cool, cool and dry.

Check out the valley, from the Qi Refining Realm to the Jindan Realm, there are all Dao Valleys, but at least they are Chen Guzi from half a year ago.

As seeds, it is slightly insufficient for making sake.

Baili Qingfeng packed 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 this old man favors.

These Chengu grades are OK, but the quality is mediocre and cannot reach the eye of a full-level wine brewing master.

"I need fresh top-quality grains and make sake tonight."

The legendary one-night sake brew?

Could it be that this is the wine-traffic master whom Elder Zhijian deliberately chose?

Baili Qingfeng dares not neglect anymore.

"A fresh and high-quality valley suitable for sake brewing, Senior Brother Xiao needs to enter the valley himself and pick it one by one; as for yeast, there are many black mushrooms that can cultivate natural yeast in the wild forest at the Xiaofeng Mountain in the southwest."

After saying that, he handed the pass-through 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 walked lightly on the spiritual dike of the rice, shuttled through the golden wheat fields.

The breeze comes gently, and the faint fragrance of valley fills the world.

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

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

The scenery is beautiful, but the tea leaves are not worth much money.

The scenery here is more beautiful and magnificent, but the grade and quality of the spiritual plants are very mediocre, which is too far from the herbs on Baicao Peak.

After walking a long way, Xiao Ran could not find a satisfactory fresh valley.

Occasionally, I met a few Lingnong disciples who worked in the valley. They all looked older, lifeless and had little vitality.

When these older disciples saw Xiao Ran, they only bowed and greeted him symbolically, and then worked their own things. No one was used as a tour guide for him.

Xiao Ran walked by the river.

Suddenly I smelled a scent that was not easy to detect.

Xunxiang looked carefully.

It turned out that there were a few grains of wheat ears floating in the river!

This scent is unusual...

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

Well, the quality is average, the quality is not high, but the quality is amazing!

Walking up the river and seven or eight miles, Xiao Ran came to a hillside and found a wheat field with several acres.

The wheat straw is very mixed, green and yellow, tall and short, straight and curved, and grows in the same wheat field in a mess.

Mai Gusheng's appearance is not good, each has its own grades and has its own flaws.

The only thing that is the same is that each wheat plant has a very different but very prominent fragrance.

It is a kind of transparency at an extremely high level, a kind of free, restrained, wheat fragrance that does not exude for humans.

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

A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and unshaven beard, resting on the hoe handle, holding a long sword in his arms, lying behind the weeds.

Wearing a farm robe for farming, holding a short wheat ear in his mouth, humming a melodious song in his mouth.

The humming song is gentle and fluttering, as if it carries some magical power that allows wheat plants to grow freely.

For a moment, Xiao Ran seemed to see...the watchman in the wheat field.

It can be seen that they are not ordinary people when they take care of such wheat fields.

Xiao Ran felt admiration and bowed his fists from afar:

"Young people need some fresh wheat to make wine. Can you give up on your love?"

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

I roughly learned Xiao Ran’s identity.

But he did not look up to Xiao Ran as a personal disciple.

He did not look down on him just because he was a mortal.

No joy or sorrow.

"I'm not your senior, Xianmai will do it at will."

"Thank you."

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

He was precise to every spiritual wheat, and he pursued not the perfection of quality or the high-level and uniformity of quality, but chose wheat with infinite quality close to perfection.

He chose very slowly and was very patient.

The middle-aged man looked like he was sleeping soundly, but he could no longer sleep.

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

Not a realm that a mortal can reach!

He can accurately find wheat grains with perfect quality - although these millets vary in size, color and color, and are all skewed and cracked.
To be continued...