Meet an expert!

Is it a wine brewer specially designed by Elder Zhijian?

He remained silent.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ran finally collected two kilograms of wheat valley.

There is no problem with making ten kilograms of sake in 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 spirit stones. If you sincerely thank me, please help me get rid of the weeds and pests in the fields."

Xiao Ran's eyes gathered slightly and said calmly:

"Senior, joking."

"Um?"

"In this field, there is no extra pest or extra weed. They are all companion plants and spirit insects selected by the predecessors."

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised.

He stood up slowly with a sword.

His figure is very tall and reveals an indescribable vicissitudes.

"It seems that you have a deep understanding of the fields."

Xiao Ran respectfully clasped his fists.

"Senior has gone too far."

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

"Can you take the liberty to ask you a question?"

"Senior, please ask."

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

The middle-aged man's voice was very calm, with a faint sense of vicissitudes and compassion.

"The first type, you choose to draw your sword, and eventually die in the mouth of the Netherworld because of the huge gap between the enemy and us."

"The second type is to judge the situation, retreat carefully, escape into a safe underground cave, start farming secretly, continue the Dao Fire, and wait for a day to turn the tables."

"What would you choose?"

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

The first type is to survive and continue the incense and wait for a day to turn the tables. This is the absolutely correct choice in theory.

But if you think about it carefully, only a few people can enjoy such a chance of survival, and most people will die in the mouth of the underworld regardless of resistance.

As a disciple holding the sword, he could not waste the lives of the weak and choose to retreat and farm in this case.

Although he is good at farming.

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

"I can draw my sword."

Xiao Ran answered without hesitation, and then said:

"But I won't die in the mouth of Netherworld."

Instantly!

The river has tides.

The wheat fields are rippling with waves.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"I am worthy of being the master of the sword-selling elder, and I am abrupt."

He saw firmness and confidence in Xiao Ran.

And these two points are precisely the most precious qualities of the sword holder.

Xiao Ran has a high level of farming, but his cultivation is just a mortal, and he looks like an excellent farmer.

But in his opinion, this is a better and more outstanding swordsman with unlimited potential.

Xiao Ran was a little curious and asked with his fists:

"What do you call me?"

The middle-aged man turned around and took off his hat, revealing a face with dry and chaotic skin and a curly beard, but with an infinitely free and easy face.
Chapter completed!