"Baizhong!" Fang Yun replied without hesitation.

The old man was dressed in black, his appearance was thin, his face was expressionless, and when he heard Fang Yun say Baizhong, he just let out a faint sigh, and then slowly explained: "Do you know the rules of the Valley of Sorrow?"

"I know below. Fang Yunke replied politely.

"Since you have entered the valley of Shun, you should follow the example of the sage 'Shun' and cultivate in the fields. One of the worries is to cultivate an acre of land and then reap it. A hundred sorrows, not only cultivating a hundred acres of land, but also suffering a hundred times more than one, the tribulations are ten thousand times more than one heavy sorrow, only a great Confucian can bear a hundred sorrows. ”

"I'm short on time, not to mention, there is no punishment for failing in the Valley of Sorrows. Fang Yundao.

The old man pointed to the mountain peak on the right, the mountain was originally covered with clouds and mist, but now the clouds and mist have dispersed, revealing a ranking of words from top to bottom, with numbers in front of each name, from one to one hundred.

Those names were almost all celebrities from the Shengyuan Continent.

"There is no punishment for failure, but there is a reward for success, tenfold, fiftyfold and hundredfold, each with a holy page. The ranking on the mountain peak is the ranking of everyone throughout the ages when they entered the Valley of Sorrow during the Hanlin period, and the more successful the multiplicity, the higher the ranking. If you directly choose the Valley of Hundred Sorrows this time, you will inevitably fail, and after failing, not only will you not get the Holy Page, but you will not even be able to enter the Hanlin ranking. ”

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I came to the Valley of Sorrows, not for the Holy Page, nor for rankings, but to sharpen myself as soon as possible, no matter whether I succeed or fail in the Valley of Sorrows, I will have gains." In many cases, the process is more important than the outcome. ”

"Oh, why don't you care about the result and the process is more important?"

"First love. Fang Yun replied seriously.

The old man in the valley was stunned for a moment, smiled dumbly, and then shook his head lightly and said, "Please enter the valley." ”

Fang Yun bowed his hand to the old man and stepped deep into the valley.

Passing through the valley, the front suddenly opens up.

Countless farmlands are like squares embedded in the ground, and there is an indescribable beauty when viewed.

In close proximity. There are a hundred acres of empty farmland, and on the edge of the farmland, there is a hut.

Fang Yun stepped out of the valley in one step, and then felt his strength quickly drain away.

There was also this situation when it was in the Hanlin Temple, but now the situation is even more serious.

Fang Yun found that his connection with the Wen Palace had been completely cut off, and he was unable to use all his strength, such as talent or courage, and the strength of his body continued to be lost.

After a short time, Fang Yun became an ordinary young man.

Suddenly, the old man's voice sounded in Fang Yun's ears.

"The old man has two things to tell you. First. The South China Sea Dragon Palace, the North Sea Dragon Palace, the West Sea Dragon Palace and the Lei family have joined forces to stop you from jumping into the Dragon Gate, and the old man knows a little about their methods, you will definitely fail. Second, although the barbarians invaded on a large scale and hundreds of millions of demon barbarians went south, they did not immediately fight to the death, not because they were blocked by the Terran War Fortress, they were waiting for you. As long as you dare to go north to fight. The half-holy wolf will be dispatched with the whole army, and you will definitely die. ”

"Thank you, sir. ”

Fang Yuntou didn't look back, and walked towards the hut. But in his heart, he was thinking about the old man's words.

"As it is said in the book "Mencius", "Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skins." Empty of his body, and act in disorder', this is the test in the valley of sorrow. This old man told me at such a time. It must have been 'bitter mind' that made me suffer mentally. ”

"The Three Seas Dragon Palace and the Lei family prevented me from jumping into the Dragon Gate, which was expected, but I don't know what means they have, the more so, the more suspicious I will be, which also achieves the purpose of the Valley of Sorrow. However, this valley of sorrow is too much to look down on me, and this level of sorrow is not to be feared. ”

"The second thing is even more serious, not at all because the half-holy wolf wants to kill me, but because what means will the demon clan use to force me to go north? The demon barbarians can't do it, but what about the human race? What about the inside of Jingguo? This is the key. And the other key point is, if the half-saint wolf slaughters me, why doesn't the holy court stop it? Is it just because of the agreement between the two clans, the holy position is not allowed to directly attack the non-holy position, as long as the wolf slaughter does not make a move, it is the barbarian king who kills me, and the saints really won't save me?"

"But that's it, it can't make me miserable!"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and continued to walk forward.

However, the more he walked, the heavier Fang Yun found his body, and after taking a few steps, his body seemed to be filled with lead.

"This is probably a hundred sorrows, far more difficult than normal grinding. ”

Fang Yun walked to the hut, and there was an artificial plow at the door.

Neither outside nor inside the hut were cattle.

"I used to hear that the first valley of this sorrow was to plow the land with oxen, which was quite easy, but I didn't expect that the hundred worries would have to plow the land by yourself, and it would take a hundred acres to plow the land manually!"

Fang Yun thought in his heart, helplessly picked up the plough and slowly walked towards the field.

Fang Yun glanced at the hundred acres of land in front of him, then looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, and frowned slightly, the sun here was actually in the right space, and the time was completely different from the Shengyuan Continent.

Carrying the artificial plough for more than a dozen steps, Fang Yun gasped lightly, sweating profusely, his chest, abdomen and back clothes were tightly attached to his body, and he had to occasionally pinch the clothes and leave his body, gently shaking the fan.

"Bang ......"

Fang Yun threw the artificial plough heavily in a corner of the 100-acre land, and then adjusted the direction, let the lower end of the plough sink into the ground, and began to push the artificial plow.

The human race basically ploughs the fields with livestock, and at worst, two or three people plough the land together, some people lead in the front, and some people support the back, and this kind of situation of one person plowing the land is very rare.

However, if the land is not ploughed, the crops will not grow well, and it is more time-consuming and laborious to dig pits one by one to put seeds or bury seedlings.

Fang Yun pushed the artificial plough slowly forward, the soil turned over to both sides, the plough is not only strength, but also always pay attention to the direction and strength of the plow, the direction is not good, it will lead to uneven planting, the strength is too small The furrow is not deep, and the strength is too much effort.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Yun felt that his arm was sore, but he didn't say a word and continued to push the plow forward.

"This is hard work, I can stand it!" Fang Yun said to himself in his heart.

In the vast world, everything seems to stand still, except for a young man walking slowly in the field.

After a while, Fang Yun's whole body was soaked, and his panting sound became louder and louder.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yun's hands hurt, and if he looked closely, the part holding the plough was red, and if he continued, he would inevitably wear out the skin.

Fang Yun looked into the distance, looked at the black soil in front of him, rested for a while, and ploughed again.

After a few breaths, Fang Yun's ears suddenly heard the voice of the old man in the valley.

“...... Stop you from jumping over the dragon gate...... You're going to fail...... You will definitely die......" Fang Yun didn't care at first, but the voice kept echoing in his ears, and a trace of irritability rose in his heart, without the courage of Wen Wen, even the Great Confucian could not be affected in the slightest.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and insisted, looking down at the dirt below churning to the sides, watching the furrow on the ground continue to extend.

After a while, the sound disappeared, but after a while, it reappeared.

"Where is this bitter mind, it's simply Tang Seng reciting a mantra, verbose!" Fang Yun was very helpless.

(To be continued.) )