Qingyi Farmer

At the foot of Cangwu Mountain, there is a nameless Taoist temple. Su Yan, a handyman disciple, has cultivated spiritual fields for nineteen years. The master left six words before leaving: first go west, then east. Zhao Lingfeng set up an ambush to wait for him at Dongshan Pass. The star observatories of the three major sects in Nanfu Continent are all looking for him. The old man of Gua Xu threw him a black chess piece and said, "If you go to Dong Xu empty-handed, you will die." Su Yan has an old scar on his left palm. After the winter solstice night, there was an extra green seed in the scar. He can sense the memory of plants and trees, and can use longevity energy to stimulate vitality - every time he uses it, his temples will turn white. The pursuers are behind you, and the secret realm is far away. He has no other skills but farming. But Master said: The fields must be guarded ridge by ridge. ——"Boy, what are you going to do to fight against the pill-forming monks?" ——"I'll take my life." When you start as a mortal, the battle of wits is the main thing. The price of Taoism is clear, so upgrading is not mindless. Heat slowly, enter with caution.