Xu Yishi said it was very detailed, Zhenling Chu is also the simplest magic treasure, calling it a magic treasure has a somewhat overestimated tone, it can't even enter the first grade. However, for Zuomo who had never had any experience in refining equipment before, problems kept emerging one after another.

  For example, the bronze ingot had to be hammered into a hoe shape, which was a test of Mo's ability. Fortunately, the bronze was soft, and he repeatedly hammered it for two hours before barely managing to create a hoe shape.

  Next, the formation needs to be engraved on this bronze shovel. The formation on the Shaking Spirit Shovel is very simple, one of the eight basic formations, 【Shake】, which is not unfamiliar to any cultivator. The formation is not unfamiliar, but how to engrave it has its own subtleties.

  Zuo Mo held a carving knife in his left hand and carefully carved out the character for "shock". He had never used a carving knife before, so he often made mistakes. Once a mistake was made, he would have to reflatten the surface and start again from scratch.

  After making mistakes seven or eight times, Zu Mo finally managed to complete the formation with great difficulty.

  Looking at the array of patterns on the surface of the bronze hoe, Zuomo felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Now his cultivation is too low, he can only use this lowest-level tool, the engraving knife. If his cultivation were high, he could refine equipment with his heart fire and shape it as he pleased. Also, if his cultivation were too low, even the simplest array would cover the entire hoe body, but if his cultivation were high, on that flying sword, hundreds of layers of restrictions would be set up, destroying heaven and earth, nothing is impossible!

  But for Zuo Mo, this was already his limit.

  He reluctantly took out a second-rate crystal stone and embedded it in the center of the formation.

  The bronze hoe flashed suddenly, a bright light like a wave of water rippled along the body of the hoe, and the rough surface with intersecting scars was smooth again. Until now, it was still quite successful.

  Bronze is too soft and easily deformed, which would destroy the formation structure. Therefore, it needs to be solidified with Flame Iron Ore to increase its hardness. The fiery red Flame Iron Ore in hand can clearly feel the warmth it emits.

  The flame iron ore was placed on the bronze ladle, and Zuo Mo recalled the refining technique that Xie Yu had taught him. The key to this step was to melt the iron liquid in the flame iron ore into the bronze ladle. If one had a heart fire, completing this step would be extremely easy. However, for Zuo Mo, he had no choice but to use some special techniques.

  Zuo Mo's body was circulating spiritual energy, his hands were like blooming flowers, the spiritual energy changing with the movement of his fingers, a layer of red light enveloping his hands.

  "Go!"

  With a flip of both hands, red light shot out and struck the Bronze Plow and Flame Iron Ore.

  The iron ore turned bright red, and the molten iron flowed onto the bronze mold. The bronze mold was like a sponge, absorbing the iron water as soon as it came into contact with its body, without leaving a single drop. The color and texture of the bronze mold changed quietly, with a hint of dark red in the bronze color.

  Picking up the hoe, it felt heavier than before. Tapping it lightly with my fingers a few times, the sound was crisp and clear, and I could clearly feel that the material had improved significantly, becoming exceptionally hard.

  The previously prepared pine wood handle was inserted into the body of the hoe, and this Shaking Spirit Hoe was finally complete.

  Xing's excitement didn't last long as he immediately rushed into the courtyard's spiritual field and began to test the effects of the Shocking Soul Hoe.

  With one hoe down, the hoe body slightly shook, and a strong vibration was transmitted from the front end of the hoe. Lu Mo bent down to check the spiritual field, and his face couldn't help but reveal a joyful expression.

  Zhenling Chu is indeed a must-have magic spell for planting!

  The spiritual energy distribution at the location where he just dug and the surrounding area were distinctly different. The spiritual energy in the surrounding spiritual fields was distributed very unevenly, either in clusters or in blocks. But the piece of land that he had just dug up had all its spiritual energy dispersed, evenly distributed. This kind of free-state spiritual energy is the easiest to be absorbed by the Spiritual Valley!

  Good stuff!

  Zuo Mo suddenly gained strength, his hoe flying as he cleared the entire five mu of spiritual fields in the courtyard with one breath!

  He leaned on the Ling Spirit Hoe, panting like an ox, his face pale. Just now he was too excited, he forgot that this Ling Spirit Hoe was indeed not light, with his small build, it was extremely strenuous.

  But even though he was exhausted to death, he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. For the first time successfully refining a magic treasure, this kind of pleasure is really hard to express.

  Five mu of spiritual field, using the Gengjin Jue to kill insects, using the fourth layer of Xiaoyun Yu Jue to irrigate, and using the Zhēn Líng Chuò Tǔ to loosen the soil. Looking at the entire sect, no one has ever cultivated the spiritual valley so meticulously. He is now very curious about how much the yield of these five mu of spiritual field will increase this year.

  The eight-layered cultivation of the Refining Qi period made him have more than enough spiritual power. If the yield of this five-acre spiritual field increased significantly, he could completely use this fine farming method to cultivate the fifty acres of spiritual fields rented from the sect. Then he would become the richest among all outer disciples!

  This undoubtedly moved him deeply. There was nothing more real than the Linggu Valley crystal!

  The first successful cultivation gave Zuo Mo great encouragement. The bad luck of this period seemed to have been swept away, and the learning of the other three techniques also gradually entered the door, especially the [Grass Wood Technique]. The three techniques had different effects. The [Crimson Flame Technique] was used to activate seeds, which could stimulate their germination and growth. In addition, it was also suitable for collecting the essence of the sun, making it most suitable for use on yang-type spiritual plants. The [Earth Qi Technique], on the other hand, could collect earth qi, especially suitable for the growth of some yin-type spiritual plants.

  The "Grass and Wood Technique" is similar to the "Small Cloud and Rain Technique", without any distinction between yin and yang. However, it is far more overbearing than the "Small Cloud and Rain Technique", extracting the essence of grass and wood to nourish the growth of the Spiritual Valley. The nature of the "Grass and Wood Technique" is plundering, taking away the essence of other grass and wood to nourish itself.

  Its use requires great care. Although the trees on the mountain are lush and green, a slight mistake can easily cause them to wither and die.

  Every time he uses the "Cao Mu Jue", Zuo Mo is extremely careful, afraid of destroying the ancient trees in the mountains. The growth and survival of ancient trees are not easy, and they must have experienced hundreds or thousands of years to take shape. Although there is no clear rule in the sect, if a large number of ancient trees wither and die, what awaits him will absolutely not be good.

  Sunlight filters through the trees and falls into the forest, forming dappled shadows. The weather in Wukong Mountain is quite good, dry and comfortable, and the breeze between the trees is even cooler, without any feeling of dampness. All around is quiet, this place is very secluded, except for Zuo Mo, no one will come here.

  Zuo Mojing calmed down, circulated his spiritual energy, and his hands moved in a changing pattern, seemingly not yet proficient in the [Caomu Jue].

  After a rough start, his technique quickly became smooth, his fingers blooming like flowers, each stroke causing a faint ripple of spiritual energy in the air, spreading out in circles.

  As the spiritual power fluctuated, strands of emerald light flew out from the trees and converged in Mo's hands.

  In an instant, the lush light grew more and more intense. Lu Mo gathered his magic spell, and a small emerald bead that was about to drip fell into his palm. This was the essence of plants condensed into a bead. Putting the bead in his bosom, he checked the ancient trees around him. The luster of their leaves had dimmed a lot, and some leaves even showed yellow withering.

  Zuo Mo took out a jade slip from his bosom, the jade slip recorded the specific topography of Wugu Mountain, which he had spent a lot of time to create.

  Found in Yu Jian's Wu Kong Mountain, mark the current location well, it's time to change places next time, and it will take some time for this place to recover.

  The overbearing aura of the "Cao Mu Jue" made even Zuo Mo's heart skip a beat. This was only the first layer, and it could already easily seize the vital energy of trees. If it reached an even higher level, what kind of scene would that be?

  He carefully put the Grass Wood Pearl into his bosom and prepared to leave.

  This Grasswood Essence Pearl requires the application of a specific hand technique from the "Grasswood Incantation" within three time periods, in order to release the essence of the grass and wood into the spiritual stock. Otherwise, it will quietly disperse.

  Walk out of the forest, along the mountain stream, and hurry back in the direction of your own courtyard.

  Suddenly, he faintly heard the woman's sobbing cry.

  Woman?

  He didn't stop but as he walked further forward, the crying sound became clearer.

  Most of the female disciples in this sect were in the breeding room, responsible for raising spiritual beasts. Zuomo had no dealings with her and didn't want to cause trouble, so she was preparing to take a detour.

  Suddenly, in her ear, she heard that female disciple sobbing and murmuring: "Wu wu, mama..."

  His left foot hesitated for a moment, and a soft spot in his heart was pierced.

  Mom...

  That strange sense of familiarity rose up in his heart once again.

  Damn it! He cursed inwardly, hating this feeling that every time this strange familiarity arose, it would make his heart feel like something was stuck in it, an inexplicable discomfort. Cursing aside, his mind churned uncontrollably.

  Who am I? Where is my home? Who is my mother...

  He felt somewhat vexed and discomfited, but his feet seemed to move of their own accord towards the sound of sobbing.

  A few steps forward, behind a rock, a female disciple was curled up. Her apple face was covered with tears, pitiful and lovely, she curled up like a small cat, her shoulders shaking from time to time.

  "What's with all the crying? Are you annoying others or what?" Zuo Mo scolded, plopping himself down.

  He was like a startled kitten, suddenly shrinking back, and only when he saw the outer door disciple uniform on Zuo Mo's body did the fear in his eyes dissipate, and with a quivering voice, he said: "Sorry, Shixiong..."

  Listening to the other person's weak and timid voice, Zuo Mo's head became even more annoyed: "Sorry for what? You cry and it has nothing to do with me, it's really annoying." He noticed that his attitude was a bit too vicious, so he tried hard to suppress the annoyance in his heart and asked impatiently: "Speak up, what is it?"

  "Nothing..." The other party's voice was hoarse.

  Zuo Mo's anger suddenly flared up in his heart, and he sharply raised his voice, impatiently interrupting: "When I ask you to speak, just speak!"

  The little girl was obviously scared by him, this wooden-faced senior brother, how frightening! Her crying intention disappeared, and she subconsciously replied: "Qingjian Cai is not enough for Abao to eat."

  "Who is Ah Bao?" Zuo Mo glanced at her and asked.

  "Ah Bao... Ah Bao is just Ah Bao, it needs to eat qingjian grass every day, wu wu, not enough qingjian grass..." As she spoke, she started crying again.

  "Shut up!" Zuo Mo's angry shout was absolutely not friendly, the little girl was startled, her body subconsciously shrinking back, a frightened expression floating on her face, and her crying stopped.

  Looking at this muddled little girl, Zu Mo rubbed his temples in a headache. Although he had never been to the Beast Raising Room, he still knew the basic rules. The amount of spiritual grass needed for the spiritual beasts' food generally wouldn't fluctuate too much, and there were specialized Spiritual Fields within the sect for planting spiritual grass.

  The cultivation of Lingcao is much simpler than that of Linggu, so most of the time it's the female disciples in charge of rearing who take care of it.

  Is it that these spiritual grasses have gone wrong?

  "What's going on? Tell me in detail."