A beautiful woman is like a diamond, whether it is in the muddy rocks of the deep mountains or in the bustling fairy city, it is especially lovely.

Wang Yuan is such a woman, eighteen or nineteen years old, a small jasper, Liu Jiaohua charming, with a very beautiful face, like a peach blossom blooming with an innocent smile, it can be said that she is amazing, although the clothes on her body are full of patches, she can't hide her perfect body curves.

Wang Yuan's big eyes are pure, she has never been in contact with the world outside the village, for her, the outside world is full of whimsy and endless longing, and everything is as beautiful as she imagined.

She would love to have extraordinary means, so that she could easily do some farm work and reduce a lot of burden on her family.

"If you use magic to harvest rice, won't that be less joyful of a good harvest?"

Yuan Fan told with a smile that he would not use the means of a monk to help harvest rice, and also told Wang Yuan to treat him as an ordinary person.

Wang Yuan was very puzzled, and didn't understand why she had to live like an ordinary person with extraordinary means.

Wang Xiaoer didn't say much, with that smile on his face that seemed to never be troubled, Yuan Fan was willing to help, he was grateful, and proposed that after finishing his work, he must have a good drink with Yuan Fan in the evening.

Soon, the three of them talked and laughed, and walked to the east side of the river, where there was a field of farmland, a hundred zhang wide, overgrown with rice, like a golden forest, growing densely and very strong.

"Xiao Er, why does your rice grow so big, it's still golden, it's a kind of spiritual rice, right?"

When he came to Tiankan, Yuan Fan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw, which made him, a cultivator of immortals, a little unbelievable.

When he entered the rice field, he raised his head, and he had the illusion of entering the golden forest, if it weren't for the familiar appearance of the rice in front of him, he wouldn't believe that it was rice, but an ancient tree.

Yuan Fan looked at the rice above his head and found that it was very different from the rice on the earth.

Not only does the rice in front of me have no husks, but the rice grains are large and golden yellow, like a ripe mango hanging on a tree, which is full of visual impact.

This kind of rice has never been seen or heard of, even in the Treasure Cave Heaven, Lingqing Town, or Thousand Machines City and Misty Immortal City, Yuan Fan has never seen it, and when he saw it for the first time, he felt a novelty in his heart.

Wang Xiaoer looked up at the rice overhead, with a satisfied smile, knowing that this year was another bumper harvest year.

"I don't know if this kind of rice is spiritual rice, it was brought back by my father from Qixian City in the past, it was not so big at that time, and it grew like this after planting it in this field."

Hearing Wang Xiaoer say this, Yuan Fan became interested, and plucked a grain of golden rice from the tall ears of grain and took it in his hand to look at it.

The rice grains in the hand are golden, like a ripe mango, the skin is shiny, rippling out a slight golden mango, gently pinched open by hand, the inside is yellowed rice flesh, exuding a fragrance.

"There are no wonders in the world, if such rice is brought back and planted on the earth, wouldn't it be a big profit, easily become the richest man in the world, and feed tens of billions of people at all."

Yuan Fan exclaimed in a low voice, such a rice grain, a grain of rice is the size of a mango, take it back and plant it on the earth, eat two grains in that meal, and you will be able to eat enough.

However, when he recalled Wang Xiaoer's words, he felt that it was unlikely to be transplanted, and his face was puzzled, and he began to look at the soil under his feet.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer and his sister Wang Yuan had already begun to harvest rice, and the way of harvesting rice on the earth was also different, and even a little exaggerated.

Wang Xiao held a wooden stick and beat the rice grains in front, while Wang Yuan picked it up behind him and put it into a small cloth bag, which was a dilapidated storage bag, which had its own space, similar to the space ring, and was a storage magic weapon.

This dilapidated storage bag, Wang Xiaoer spent a lot of money to buy it back in Misty City, and regarded it as a treasure, usually reluctant to use it, and did not take it out easily to show people.

Wang Yuan was quite curious about the immortal cultivators in her heart, and she would look at Yuan Fan from time to time, and when she saw Yuan Fan staring at the soil under her feet and pondering, her face was puzzled and curious.

"Brother Yuan Fan, why are you staring at the soil under your feet, is there such rice in your hometown?"

Yuan Fan grabbed a handful of dirt and pondered, and responded: "There is also rice in my hometown, but it is not so big, white, only as small as a fingernail." ”

When Wang Yuan heard this, she became interested, and asked what Yuan Fan's hometown was like, and also asked if the white rice was delicious, whether it was fragrant, and even asked Yuan Fan if he could eat a few bowls at a time.

Yuan Fan threw away the soil in his hand, looked at Wang Yuan, and said with a smile: "That kind of white rice is naturally delicious, the food cultivated by hard work and sweat is delicious, I grew up eating that kind of rice." ”

Wang Yuan was an innocent woman, and when she heard Yuan Fan's answer, she asked suspiciously: "Brother Yuan Fan, aren't the people in your hometown cultivating immortals, and it's not easy to grow rice?" ”

Yuan Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this, remembered many past events when he was a child, looked at Wang Yuan, and felt that this girl regarded everyone outside the village as a person who cultivated immortals.

Yuan Fan thought for a while and explained with a smile: "My hometown is a very beautiful place, there are no people who cultivate immortals, and cultivating immortals is a legend full of fantasy for us. And cultivation is not so simple, if you want to become an immortal cultivator, you can only rely on the practice of practice, contact the origin of the Qi, and then open the entrance, it can be regarded as embarking on the path of cultivation. ”

Wang Yuan nodded as if she didn't understand, the sweet smile on her face was very charming, she didn't understand what Yuan Fan said about the cultivation of the exercises, the Qi of the Origin, and what else was the entrance, she just thought it was interesting.

"Wang." At this moment, a small dog barking came from the other side of the rice field.

Yuan Fan heard the barking of the big yellow dog, took advantage of Wang Yuan's bending down to pick up rice, and immediately disappeared into the field, picked up the sleeping little white tiger and walked over there.

On the other side of the field, the big yellow dog sat on the ground solemnly, smelling the smell in the air, like an old witch dancing a big god, chattering with gods and gods, and chanting words in his mouth.

Seeing the tasteless big yellow dog and looking at its style, Yuan Fan had a bad premonition in his heart, and knew that this earth dog was going to do something bad again.

"Dead dog, what are you doing with you, aren't you going to the village?"

The big yellow dog turned his head, squinted at Yuan Fan, and chuckled: "Boy, don't compete with this king, tell you that this king has discovered the secret of this village." ”

When Yuan Fan heard this, he thought that he had heard the legend of Sanqing Dao Village, and asked tentatively: "Say, what secret, it won't be to find out who buried the bones here." ”

The big yellow dog grinned widely, his face was proud, he shook the huge black and white dog's head, pointed to the rice field, and pretended to be mysterious: "The secret of this village is that this rice field should have a spiritual stone vein underneath, otherwise these rice would not have grown so big." ”

When Yuan Fan heard this answer, his face was ugly, and he said, "You called me over just to tell me this?" ”

"Yes." The big yellow dog looked very excited, looking like he was waiting for the invitation, and his bald tail wagged like a pendulum clock.

"How is it, isn't this king very powerful enough to discover the secrets of this village so quickly?"

Yuan Fan calmed his face, walked over and kicked it, and said, "You are a big dog, this is a kind of spiritual rice, but it looks a little abnormal." ”

Although Yuan Fan said this, he remembered Wang Xiaoer's words in his heart, and combined with the feeling of holding the soil just now, he also realized that most of this rice field was not simple.

The big yellow dog was kicked coldly, and he was slightly angry in his heart, but after thinking about it, he calmed down and looked at Yuan Fan suspiciously.

"You've discovered the secrets of the rice fields, too?"

Yuan Fan shook his head, squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, feeling cool in his hand, and also felt an extremely subtle force.

He looked around at the golden rice fields, and finally looked at the stream and river not far away, and his face gradually became solemn.

"There should be no secrets in this rice field, it's just ordinary soil, if I didn't guess wrong, it's the water problem, and the stream and river are weird."