Farming and Practicing, Something Is Wrong with My Spiritual Plant

Lin Qingmu traveled to the world of immortal cultivation and became a spiritual planter. To put it harshly, they are serfs in the world of immortality. But he has a secret that no one else knows. He could hear Lingzhi talking. I'm dying of thirst. Where's the water? What should family members do if they encounter a scumbag who is raising children outside? Boy, do you want to become stronger? If you want, V me fifty. Relying on this ability, he can grow 30% more spiritual plants than others, and he can win the Han family's best cow and horse award every month. Colleagues at Lingzhiyuan treat him like family. Old Li Tou regarded him as his son, and Han Li made great efforts to introduce his sister to him every day. Master Han Mu scolded him for being stupid while secretly inserting magic weapons. He thought days like this would continue forever. Until that day, a spiritual plant told him. The soles of my feet are very itchy, and I'm afraid they will turn over in a few days. The earth's veins are churning, a tide of beasts is approaching, and aristocratic families are laying siege to the city. Everyone told him it was a natural disaster. But he heard Lingzhi crying. They say that the fire in the earth is not born, but is poured into it by others. And he happened to be standing in the center of this melting pot of heaven and earth.