Met an expert!

Is it the brewing master that the sword-wielding elder specifically looked for?

He remained calm.

After half an hour, Xiao Ran finally collected two kilograms of wheat.

Considering that it is high-grade spiritual wheat and the wort is thick, brewing ten kilograms of sake with this amount is not a big problem.

"This is the spiritual stone."

Xiao Ran respectfully took out five spiritual stones to show his respect.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"I don't need spiritual stones. If you sincerely thank me, please help me get rid of the weeds and pests in the field."

Xiao Ran's eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly:

"Senior is joking."

"Um?"

"There is not a single unwanted pest or weed in this land. They are all accompanying spiritual plants and spiritual insects carefully selected by our predecessors."

The middle-aged man was slightly startled.

He stood up slowly with his sword in his hand.

His figure is very tall, with an air of indescribable vicissitudes.

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

Xiao Ran clasped his fists respectfully.

"Senior, that's a big reward."

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

"May I 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 touch of vicissitudes and compassion.

"The first one is that you choose to draw the sword, but in the end you die in the mouth of Netherworld due to the huge disparity between us and the enemy."

"The second option is to assess the situation, retreat cautiously, escape into a safe underground cave, start farming secretly, continue the Taoist fire, and wait for the day when the situation comes back."

"What would you choose?"

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

The second option is to survive and continue the good life, waiting for the day when things turn around. This is the absolutely correct choice in theory.

But if you think about it carefully, only a few people can enjoy this kind of survival opportunity, and most people will die from the mouth of the netherworld regardless of whether they resist or not.

And as a sword-wielding disciple, in this situation, he couldn't possibly choose to retreat and farm at the expense of the lives of the weak.

Although he is good at farming.

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

"I will draw my sword."

Xiao Ran answered without hesitation and then said:

"But I will not die in the mouth of Netherworld."

All of a sudden!

The river surged.

The wheat fields are rippling with waves.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"As expected of the master sword-wielding elder who personally selected him, I was the one who was rude."

He saw determination and confidence in Xiao Ran.

These two points are precisely the most precious qualities of a sword holder.

Xiao Ran's farming attainments are very high, but his cultivation level is just that of a mortal, and he seems to be an excellent farmer.

But in his opinion, this is a better one with unlimited potential - the sword holder.

Xiao Ran was a little curious, clasped his fists and asked:

"What do you call senior?"

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