Three years later, the first snow fell on the Ilha Verde continent.

There are snowflakes floating in the air, small white feathers, and like blown pear petals, scattered and scattered, and like catkins flying.

The entire Luoyun Sect was covered with snow, and it was vast, and when you looked down from above, between thousands of miles, the heavens and the earth were the same.

In the valley of the hundred grasses, snowflakes fall and flutter among the fairy grasses.

Although the early winter is cold, it is warm in the snow, and the fairy grass is more crystal bright in the snow.

Except for those who went out to perform sect tasks, most of the disciples of the Luoyun Sect hid in the cave or their own houses to cultivate on snowy days.

In the Valley of Hundred Grasses, there was a shout from the red earth.

"Hey!"

"Drink!"

"Hey!"

Naturally, it was Chu Cheng and a few people who made these sounds.

This year's winter was colder than usual, and Chu Cheng was wearing a red fox fur coat, but he was holding a hoe in his hand, plowing the red earth.

"Alas, it's been really cold this year, and I don't know how good my grandfather and parents have been in recent years. Chu Cheng stopped what he was doing and looked to the south, which was the direction of the Yellow Kingdom.

Now three years have passed, and it has been four years since he entered the Cloud Sect before entering the Luo Yun Sect.

Outer disciples can go out to visit relatives in ten years, and inner disciples can return once every three years. Originally, when he entered the Luoyun Sect, Chu Cheng wanted to reach the seventh layer of Qi Gathering as soon as possible and become an inner disciple, so he could go back once every three years.

But I didn't expect to take the next task, which was to jump into the deep pit.

Chu Cheng was already a fourth-layer Qi Gathering cultivator three years ago, and now he is still a fourth-layer Qi Gathering Layer.

It's not that he can't cultivate, but except for the night, Chu Cheng spends almost all of his time in the red earth, so how can he have time to cultivate.

It's a pity that at night, I still can't sense the point of starlight when I practice according to the night view of the moon. Relying on the breath of spiritual energy, the fourth spiritual network is already in the saturation period. In other words, Chu Cheng encountered a bottleneck.

Although what kind of mutated spirit root was re-identified by Elder Xia that time, Chu Cheng knew that his qualifications were very poor.

"It would be nice if there was a myelin-washing pill, but the myelin-washing pill heard from Old Man Meng that it needs about a hundred contribution points. Chu Cheng sighed, the contribution points need to be done for the sect tasks, not to mention the contribution points, but they can't even go out.

Every month's spirit stones are still sent by the deacon in the Hundred Grass Valley.

Chu Cheng shook his head and continued to hoe.

"Dang!"

The hoe hit the ground with a sound like two pieces of steel clashing.

"Click...."A crack appeared in the ground.

"En?" Chu Cheng fixed his eyes and found that the land that had not moved for three years had finally cracked.

"Hahahaha! It's finally done!" Chu Cheng was ecstatic, although it was only a little cracked, but with this crack, he could quickly open a hole, and after putting in the seeds, he would be able to bloom the rice fragrant fruit in the second year.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Chu!" Yan Hong, who was plowing the land on the side, saw Chu Cheng dancing and wondered.

"It can't be crazy, right?" Zhang Fei said with a smile as he propped his hoe on the ground and dragged his chin with one hand.

"No, no, Chu Kid should have cultivated a crack. Old man Meng shook his head and said.

Yan Hong was stunned when she heard this, and a crack opened it meant that she would be able to plant a seed in a few days.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Chu!" Yan Hong immediately congratulated Chu Cheng.

"Senior Brother Chu is really amazing! I think it took me four years at the beginning. Zhang Fei gave a thumbs up.

Like Zhang Fei and Yan Hong, they are both inner disciples, and their cultivation is above the seventh layer of Qi Gathering, and the spiritual energy in their bodies is naturally several times more than Chu Cheng's, and the power and speed of cultivating land are naturally much faster.

In theory, this is the case, but in fact, Chu Cheng is even faster than him, which is why Yan Hong was stunned.

Old man Meng still shook his head and said, "No, no, Chu kid is not as fast as me." As he spoke, he crouched down and pressed a seed into the ground beneath him.

"Senior Brother Chu, are you the eighth?" asked Chu Cheng.

Old man Meng smiled but did not speak, looking unfathomable.

Yan Hong sneered: "He has been cultivating this one for five years, and he is embarrassed to say it?"

"No, no. In less than ten years, I will be able to get out. ”

When Yan Hong and Zhang Fei heard this, their faces couldn't help but darken, and they were silent.

Plant ten seeds to complete the task and leave the place. Old man Meng said that he was the first to complete the task in hundreds of years.

For hundreds of years, there were not many people who took on this task, but there were more than a hundred disciples, and it was not until this nearly a hundred years that the number of disciples decreased.

In the past 50 years, there have been four old men Meng.

There were also a few people in front of Old Man Meng, but the Qi Gathering Monk was only more than 100 years old, and the seniors who had always taken on this task had all died of old age.

Unless you enter the foundation building period, you can hope to plant and leave this place in your lifetime.

If nothing else, if Chu Cheng, Yan Hong and Zhang Fei hadn't stepped into the foundation, they would have died here.

Suddenly, a cold wind howled.

As the wind blew more and more fiercely, the snow became denser and denser, and the snowflakes became larger and larger, like a white net, and soon nothing could be seen in the distance.

"It looks like it's going to be a snowstorm, go back first, and wait for the snow to stop before coming out!" Old man Meng raised his head, his face changed.

Chu Cheng and the three naturally agreed, although they were all monks, but with such a big wind and snow, their spiritual power could not withstand it.

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Inside the wooden house, a bonfire is blazing, and a stone pot is sandwiched on it, wafting a strong fragrance.

Several people gathered around the fire and borrowed the fire to keep warm.

This year's winter is the coldest year in the past ten years, and many Xianmen disciples can't withstand the cold, and most of them use stoves or build their own bonfires to keep warm.

Outside, footprints were shallowly imprinted in the snow, stretching all the way until they came to a stop in front of the wooden house.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open, and a man entered.

Chu Cheng shook the snowflakes on his body and took off the coat and hat on his head.

"I can't find the wild melon. Chu Cheng said regretfully.

The roasted wild sweet potato is extremely fragrant, the taste is sweet, and the fruit melts in the mouth, just like the roasted sweet potato in the previous life, but the taste is much better than the roasted sweet potato.

Everyone was disappointed when they heard this, this wild melon, they usually like to eat it. But it's winter, and I'm afraid it's hard to find.

"Senior Brother Chu, then sit down and drink a bowl of wild mushroom soup. Yan Hong sighed, but there was no way to do it. Chu Cheng voluntarily went out to find it to try his luck.

"Don't catch a cold, you Qi Gathering disciples can't resist the wind and cold, if you are invaded by the cold, it will take a long time to cultivate. Old man Meng took a sip of soup and sighed.

"Old man Meng, don't think that you are a foundation building monk because you are amazing!" Yan Hong snorted.

Zhang Fei shook his head and smiled bitterly on the side, as if a war was about to break out here.

Chu Cheng's heart warmed, although Old Man Meng said this, but the real concern was true.

"Hehe, although I didn't find the wild melon, I found it...."Chu Cheng said, patting the storage bag and a pheasant appeared in his hand.

"Gu gets chicken!" Old man Meng's eyes lit up. Zhang Fei and Yan Hong licked their tongues.

Although Bigu Dan can solve the stomach, the cultivated land is too physically demanding, so I often get some food every once in a while.

"Hahaha! Old man Meng stood up, took the Guhou chicken, cleaned the chicken in two or three clicks, and cleaned the chicken with water balloon.

Old man Meng removed the chicken legs and wings again, cut the chicken body into pieces and put them in the stone pot, and then took out a large knife from the storage bag, put the chicken legs and chicken wings on the back of the knife, and stretched them into the fire to roast.

After a while, the room was filled with aroma.