Fang Han took a deep breath, rolled up the sleeves of his arms, and began to work hard.

Most of the time later, Fang Hanpan sat in the field and closed his eyes to rest, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

After sweeping it, I just hoeed through the field, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The black spirit soil is really difficult to shovel, and with his mana, he can shovel the soil for a long time, and it is a little unbearable.

I have to say that this old man, Uncle Lu, is really good at playing, and he knows that he will issue farming tasks in the inner gate.

Letting those Qi Sea Realm disciples come to farm, it would cost him a lot of spirit stones, so he would find the outer disciples from the outer gate and let the other party work for him in vain.

For him, it doesn't matter if the work is fast or slow, as long as he doesn't dig out the spirit stone in his pocket, anyway, it's not the first time he's done this.

After Fang Han took a short break in the field, he waved his lower arm, picked up the hoe of the Yuan Weapon on the ground, activated the rune brand on it and continued to shovel the mud under his feet.

Seven days later, in the afternoon, after a long day of exhaustion, Fang Han finished shoveling the last piece of black soil under his feet.

He threw away the hoe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stretched his waist, and sat on the side of the field to rest.

The acres of land under his feet have been hoeed, and not only does it meet the old man's requirement of loosening the soil half a foot deep, but he can't even see the slightest weed roots.

When Fang Han was about to find the old man to deliver the farming task, there was a sound of breaking the air from the sky, and the old man surnamed Lu drove the bronze wine gourd flying spirit weapon and landed from the sky into the field.

Looking at the shoveled land in front of him, he nodded with satisfaction, and said to the people in the field: "Everyone came out of the field and stood aside and waited. ”

After finishing their work in the field, they sat on the field to rest and the outer disciples did not dare to disobey the old man's words in the slightest, and walked out of the field together in silence.

Fang Han also followed everyone and walked out of the field to the open space on the side.

The old man surnamed Lu saw that everyone came out, and once again controlled his wine gourd spirit weapon, and flew to the top of the spiritual field that was shoveled by everyone.

He took out a small burlap bag from his bosom and poured out a large handful of small yellow particles from it and put it in his hand.

He grabbed a large handful of small yellow particles in his hand, which was the seed that the old man surnamed Lu wanted to plant spiritual rice, and with a wave of his hand, he scattered the small yellow particles on his hand.

The yellow seeds were as thin as rain, falling from the air and falling on each of the fields that had been shoveled.

After a while, when the yellow Lingmi seeds in the hands of the old man surnamed Lu were sprinkled, he put away the small cloth bag containing the Lingmi seeds.

Sitting on the gourd spiritual weapon, his hands turned into pinching the magic formula, and the blue light on his hands was full of spiritual light.

With a wave of both hands, the blue light cluster hit out, and quickly pointed at the two blue light clusters.

The clusters of light fused together and expanded in the air, turning into a layer of blue light like white clouds, slowly covering the fields below.

This scene stunned the many outer disciples below, it was the first time they had seen such a big scene.

There was a roar in the blue light layer, and the sound of "gurgling" water bubbling and tumbling sounded.

Shaoqing, the blue cloud-like light layer spewed out streams of milky white water, turning into bits of rain and sprinkling them in every field below, which continued non-stop.

Although Fang Han was standing outside the field, there was still a little distance from the field, and he could still clearly feel the thick aura of aura that permeated the field.

"It's really interesting, with his own spiritual power combined with water attribute spells, it rains a rain of spiritual energy."

As the water droplets continued to fall in the blue light layer, yellow seeds had just been sown in the black fields below, and green rice seedlings had emerged under the rain irrigation.

And it grows rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and begins to set ears and plump.

After an hour, the blue light group descended and the rain gradually decreased, and the blue light emitted by the light layer also weakened.

After a short half cup of tea, after the rain stopped abruptly, the blue light layer turned into a little blue light spot and dissipated between the sky and the earth under the reflection of the sun.

The seedlings in these more than 100 acres of fields have turned golden yellow, and they are full of huge rice grains half a foot high.

Suddenly, a breeze rolled up the hair on Fang Han's sideburns, fluttering and rippling in the wind.

The golden rice fields in front of him are like the rising waves in the blue sea, and the rising waves, one wave after another, are very spectacular.

"The old man has always been sympathetic to his disciples, and he knows that it is not easy for you to work, but now that the spiritual rice has been planted, everyone can go to their own fields to pick five spiritual ears, and then leave by themselves." Sitting on the gourd in the air, Elder Lu commanded lightly.

Everyone standing in the open space of the field below was overjoyed, and their faces were full of joy and joy.

After bowing down to the old man in the air and saying his thanks, he rushed up into the field, and began to select ears of rice and cut them with various things.

All of them were very honest, and they only collected five ears of rice in the field, and no one dared to take more.

Jokes, who dares not to see that there are still people up there, watching their every move.

"What's the use of this thing?"

A newcomer from the outer door held the ear of wheat in his hand, and asked the person next to him for some reason.

"This is Ling Rice, its effect is the same as the Qi Gathering Pill, you can take it back and cook it. A muscular man said to him.

"Qi Gathering Pill!"

The newcomer's face was overjoyed when he heard the Qi Gathering Pill, and he carefully collected the ears of wheat in his hand.

"I haven't tasted Lingmi in a long time."

Fang Han heard the conversation between the two of them, went into the field he had just hoeed, selected the five fullest ears of rice with many grains, and put them in the storage bag on his waist.

Half an hour later, after delivering the farming task, I returned to my room.

He took it out of the storage bag, picked five golden ears of rice, put it on his hand and rubbed it twice.

The shell of the rice ear fell off like tissue paper, revealing the crystal clear spiritual rice inside, Fang Han took out a large pot from the storage bag, poured some clean water, washed the spiritual rice and put it in the pot.

Take a few sticks of firewood and put them under the iron pot, pop out a few small fire bombs and hit the firewood, light the firewood and cook the rice.

"How can you just have rice and no meat and vegetables, it seems that you have to go to the neighborhood to find out if there are any wild games such as pheasants and wild boars."

Fang Han added a few sticks of firewood and walked out of the door and left the outer disciple's residence.

He remembered that not far from the valley where the outer disciples were, there was a forest that he didn't know if there was any game in it, and he determined the target, Fang Han strode towards the forest.

At this time, the sun was setting near dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled on the entire Qingyun Mountain, shining everything in the mountain with a golden yellow.

Fang Han came to the forest alone, striding into the forest under the reflection of the bloody sunset, looking for the game in the forest.