Yu Ziqing has become accustomed to asking Lao Yang first when he needs to discuss something or ask for advice.

Compared with Yu Ziqing who didn't know which book to read when he looked through it himself, it was really convenient to find Lao Yang.

Finally, Lao Yang will also tell him which book to read and which direction to go in which he may gain something.

After being sprayed this time, Yu Ziqing did not dare to continue calling.

It's probably true that Lao Yang wants to slander him. It's probably true that he's very busy right now and he really doesn't have time.

Yu Ziqing has summed up enough experience. The degree of irritability of Lao Yang is directly proportional to the importance of what he is doing now.

"Forget it, I respect the old and love the young and won't argue with him!"

Yu Ziqing walked out of the ring on the seventh floor and sighed.

There is no chance of prostitution if you don't come forward, so you can only go to Lihuoyuan or Langyayuan in person.

The remaining three types of five-color soil, green soil, red soil and white soil, are not available in the market.

The general usage is to use it as the foundation soil when cultivating heavenly materials and earthly treasures. In fact, Yu Ziqing is not very clear about more, because these are the only ones in ordinary records.

This is a serious high-level resource, and it would be useless for ordinary monks to get it.

Yu Ziqing bypassed the locust trees to the east and headed to Lihuoyuan.

After so many years, Wen Lingyou will probably find him more pleasing to the eye, right?

Yu Ziqing did not go directly to Lihuoyuan, but first quietly asked where Wen Lingyou was.

He went directly to the crowd.

Wen Lingyou's whereabouts are not a big secret. He is now in a small town. His research topics in the past few years have all been related to evil spirits.

He is a typical pragmatist. At first, he didn't know much about it, so he just wanted to solve the troubles that evil spirits might bring.

Now I just want to squeeze out the value of the Yin Demon through research.

The most basic thing is to use it as a material.

He didn't dare to use the Yin Demon's method. He had learned from past mistakes and everyone was very cautious.

Yu Ziqing appeared in front of Wen Lingyou. The old man's face looked as if he was squatting in a pit to exert force, and he had been constipated for several days.

Yu Ziqingtian leaned over with a face full of respect for the senior.

"Senior, are you having trouble with your research recently? Do you need any help? Can I find someone to help?"

Wen Lingyou looked Yu Ziqing up and down and clicked his tongue.

"Looking at the way you look like this, I know you must be looking for help again."

"Senior's eyes are as bright as a torch!"

"If you want to abduct someone from Lihuoyuan again, just shut up and turn around and leave now. I can still keep a good face for you."

"..." Yu Ziqing's expression changed slightly and he said kindly.

"Senior, it's not that serious, I'm doing this all for business.

Those seniors from Lihuo Academy have not fallen behind in all aspects, whether it is their achievements over the years or their own cultivation.

Although the final big project has not yet been completed, the things that have been produced in the middle are already very amazing.

I have to spend a lot of personal resources every year.

I haven't even opened my mouth to outsiders. If I were to reach out to those big forces, there would be many people who would climb up the pole and give away resources.

But wasn’t I thinking that the most precious thing is us, the heads of the hospital..."

"Who do you want to kidnap? I'm telling you, don't even think about it!" Wen Lingyou became a little nervous when he heard the words "head of the hospital."

The other heads of the college were fine, but the example of the head of the farm house was really too tempting.

Yu Ziqing now wants to abduct someone in Lihuoyuan, which probably won't be difficult.

"It's really not that serious, I just..."

"Get out of here, don't even think about it!"

Yu Ziqing sighed after seeing Wen Lingyou's resolute attitude.

"Okay, okay. If the head of the hospital is really free, I want to find some books to read by myself. Is that okay?"

"Li Huo Yuan is sorting out the library recently. It's not easy to find it if you go there. If you want any classics, I'll send someone to get them for you!"

"Books related to five-color soil."

"You wait." Wen Lingyou was determined.

Yu Ziqing looked hesitant, then added after thinking for a while.

"Oh, do you still have green soil, red soil, and white soil in Li Huoyuan? Give me some of these three kinds of five-color soil. It doesn't need to be too much. It only needs to be able to grow twenty or thirty spiritual plants. I can use black soil or loess instead."

Wen Lingyou looked at Yu Ziqing as if he wanted to say something else and said quickly.

"Do you think the five-color soil is very rich?

There is neither green soil nor red soil. Only white soil can give you enough to support a plant of heavenly material and earthly treasure.

Don’t look at me, there’s no more, that’s all, you don’t have to change it even if you want.”

Wen Lingyou was very efficient in his work. He sent someone to deliver the classics and some sealed clay on the same day.

He guarded tightly and waited until Yu Ziqing left, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Ziqing took a flying boat and continued to Qianlangyayuan. That little bit of white soil was not enough to fill the gap between his teeth, and it was probably not enough for juice.

Don't even think about other magic plants, especially locust trees.

No wonder the farmer's eyes were shining when he saw the five-color soil.

This ghost thing is really too rare, and even less of it is of high purity. In addition, it is a consumable item, so it is impossible to think it is not precious.

Yu Ziqing held the classics and studied hard. According to the records in the classics, there is actually no big pattern in the appearance of five-color soil.

At most, the probability of occurrence is slightly higher under certain circumstances.

The collection process was not like digging with a shovel as Yu Ziqing imagined, but rather like archeology, sweeping with a small brush, or similar to gold panning.

The more vivid ones, such as white clay, Yu Ziqing felt like the process of taking materials to make phosphorus in the toilet...

According to classic records, there was a small blessed land in the northern part of the wasteland that produced white soil.

The livelihood of the people living there is to dig for clay, just like gold mining, and then sell it to people in Lihuoyuan.

The annual output there is not enough to raise one Tiancai Dibao seedling, so it is considered extremely high.

The reason why it can be seen in the classics now is that on the one hand, the wasteland has long been abandoned, and on the other hand, the small blessed land has also collapsed...

The current white clay in Lihuoyuan is all in stock, so use less and less. The new white clay obtained from other places is equivalent to saving money from working part-time to buy a three-room courtyard near the palace. It is purely to save resources for future generations.

This generation of academic leaders should not expect to be able to save enough for one person's research while they are still alive.

As for the other five-color soil, it really depends on luck. Even Lihuoyuan couldn't get the amount Yu Ziqing needed.

After Yu Ziqing read a general introduction, he felt that Kuitu's treatment last time was too hasty.

No wonder profiteers and hungry ghosts say that there are always some big downstream customers who don’t know where to get the news and want to roundaboutly ask to buy some black soil.

He didn't have much hope for Langya Academy anymore, as long as he could get some classics.

…

At night, in the East China Sea, a dark ship without any reflection emerged silently from under the sea.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the saints swimming in the deep sea spent a lot of time bypassing the Dragon Clan's home field.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the bald man with a hammer-shaped mark tattooed on his face came to the bow of the ship and looked to the west.

"We are not very far away from Sifang Land anymore, we must be careful.

That remnant has fled back, and I don’t know if he was killed by the evil thing.”

The hammer-faced bald man whispered to himself.

Behind him, another bald head with a jellyfish tattooed on his head whispered.

"That evil creature is stronger than anything seen in the previous thousand years. He must have had a very high status during his lifetime, and he must have been dead for a long time.

The legend should be true, those remnants have completely disappeared.

The remnant we met this time didn't even know about us, and dared to escape back to Sifang.

He may already be one of the few left.

It is also possible that he has received the inheritance from those remnants and does not know much at all.

Whether he was killed by evil creatures or not, I think it doesn't matter."

Hammer's face was cold and he snorted coldly.

“In the deep sea, arrogance is the way to death!

Have you forgotten those people who were killed by a tiny jellyfish or a palm-sized fish?"

"My subordinate made a mistake." The bald jellyfish's expression turned serious. He touched the tattoo on his head and immediately admitted his mistake.

"Don't land in all directions, just explore the sea for news.

First, go find out where that stupid giant shark died and find what it swallowed.

Are you ready with all the things that need to be prepared?"

"Everyone is ready to chase after him. All the bloodlines within five generations of that stupid giant shark are still alive, and the altar is ready." The bald jellyfish responded in a deep voice.

The bald hammer raised his head and watched the black clouds gradually drift away, revealing the bright moon like a silver plate.

"Go and check again. We'll start at noon tomorrow."

At noon the next day, there were no clouds in the sky and no waves on the sea. It was excellent weather.

The black ship is like an ordinary sunken ship, sinking on the bottom of the sea, as quiet as death.
To be continued...