There was a "bang", and sparks splashed on the ground.

Liu Ming only felt that his hands were hot, and under a huge rebound, the silver hoe was almost thrown out of his hand.

Heaven and earth were as hard as fine iron, and the silver hoe could not penetrate the earth at all.

Liu Ming was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly leaned over to carefully observe the ground, only to find that since this place was different from ordinary farmland, the soil inside was actually purple and red.

And the roots of those weeds dig deep into the ground, gathering all the dirt together as if they were all together.

He poked his brow and fingers into the purple-red earth, only to feel unusually cold and hard.

"Boy, don't look into it. This is not ordinary soil, but a "resting soil" specially planted with spiritual rice, which cannot be hoeed by ordinary methods. A hardcover man nearby, who was naked and half-bodyed, revealing his muscles, immediately said with a smile after seeing Liu Ming's actions from a distance.

"Resting Land"

Liu Ming naturally heard this name for the first time, and immediately got up and looked at the other inner disciples who were busy.

I saw that the disciples in the nearby fields, although they were also swinging silver hoes one by one, they landed silently one by one, and could only lift a thin layer of soil inch deep.

And the silver hoes in their hands emitted a faint white light one by one, which was obviously not just a simple matter like hoeing.

"This thing turned out to be a talisman. ”

Liu Ming withdrew his gaze and fell back on the object in his hand, only to find that the surface of the hoe was imprinted with some shallow spirit patterns, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

"Since it's a talisman, then I can only inject Yuan Force to give it a try. Liu Ming's mind turned, and the yuan power in his body immediately moved, and he poured into the silver hoe through both hands.

But after a while, his face changed.

No matter how much Yuan Force he injected, the hoe still didn't change at all, as if all the previous injections were useless.

Liu Ming frowned, and after thinking about it again, he put on the newly transformed mana and slowly crossed into the thing in his hand.

As a result, in a moment, the spirit pattern on the surface of the silver hoe lit up, and a layer of soft white light appeared.

And so it was!

No wonder there are only inner disciples here, and I haven't seen any outer disciples here, if you want to hoe this rest of the earth, you have to use mana.

After Liu Ming figured out this, he didn't think much about it, and with a round of his hands, the silver hoe fell down again.

"Poof".

The silver hoe fell to the ground, and there was still a muffled sound, but at last a thin layer of purple-red dirt and some weeds were hoeed up.

After Liu Ming exhaled lightly, he began to work wildly......

After most of the day, Liu Mingpan sat in the field and breathed quietly, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes, but he swept the field that had just been hoeed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This rest of the soil is really difficult to cultivate, and after hoeing the soil before, not only has the mana been consumed several times, but even the body and arms have begun to ache incomparably.

What made him even more speechless was that in the purple-red soil that had just been hoeed, there were some weeds emerging from the ground, although it was still very short, but when he wanted to hoe the soil a second time, the resistance would still not be small.

As for the other fields next to them, there were a few inner disciples in their twenties with profound mana, who had already completed the hoeing field very easily, and after walking into the dense forest and handing over the task to the old man, they took off and drove away.

As for some other disciples who looked like they were seventeen or eighteen years old, they had also hoeed their fields a few inches deep, and it seemed that they would be able to complete the task in half a day at most.

When Liu Ming saw all this, he could only smile bitterly.

He can't compare with these old disciples, with his shallow mana, he has to hoe half a foot deep in three days, which is just enough, how can he have time to rest more.

But what made him even more depressed was that the new disciple here seemed to be just him.

But it's normal to think about it.

This time, the total number of spiritual disciples who became spiritual disciples was only a few dozen. The time for each person to receive the task is different, and the specific content of the sect's mission may also be very different.

It's really not an easy thing to get together.

After thinking for a while, Liu Ming gritted his teeth and stood up again, walked to the edge of the field, and after the silver hoe in his hand flashed white, he fell down into the field again.

......

The next morning, the other fields had been cultivated by those old disciples, and among the inner disciples who remained here, Liu Ming was the only one.

But at noon, Liu Ming stood in the center of the field, looking at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots, and he could only frown.

At this moment, his two arms had become pinprickly and painful because of too much force, and he really couldn't continue to hoe the soil.

"Yes, there are not many new disciples who can hold on until this point. ”

Behind him, a faint voice suddenly sounded.

Liu Ming was startled, and hurriedly turned around, it was the old peasant-like spirit master.

At this time, he looked at Liu Ming with a bit of approval.

"Meet Uncle Shi!"

Liu Ming didn't dare to slack off, and stepped forward to salute.

"What lineage disciple are you and what is your name? The old farmer asked.

"Disciple Bai Congtian, under the Nine Infant Sect. Liu Ming replied honestly.

"Jiuying, that's Senior Brother Gui's disciple. You are a few spiritual veins, not a personal disciple, right? The old farmer looked him up and down again, and then asked.

"The younger generation is the three spirit veins, how can it be a personal disciple. Liu Ming said respectfully.

"Three spirit veins, the qualifications are too low, it's a pity. Otherwise, with your perseverance, the old man will want to ask you to come over and take you under the door. When the old farmer heard this, he sighed lightly and said.

"The disciple is ashamed, I don't know ...... uncle is" Liu Ming's heart moved when he heard this, and he couldn't help asking.

"My surname is Su, you can just call me Uncle Su. But looking at you now, it's impossible to continue. I'll pass you a set of forging fists now, as long as you hit it a few times, you can remove all the bruises on your arms. ”

"Thank you Uncle Su for your kindness. When Liu Ming heard this, he was naturally overjoyed.

"You don't need to thank anything, this body forging fist is originally a body refining technique that beginner disciples can cultivate after a year, I just taught it to you in advance. Uncle Su said indifferently.

Then his body moved, put on a strange posture, and began to play a set of strange boxing techniques, while reciting some kind of mantra in his mouth.

Liu Ming didn't know how many secret techniques he had seen on the fierce island back then, and he was naturally very interested in this kind of boxing technique similar to secret techniques, so he immediately lifted his spirits, used his talent of single-mindedness and dual-purpose, and began to remember the old farmer's moves and formulas in his mouth.

As a result, when the old farmer only beat this boxing technique for the third time, Liu Ming remembered it all in his mind, and beat it all over the spot.

Seeing this, Uncle Su showed a trace of regret on his face, but he didn't say anything and turned away.

And Liu Ming, who stayed in place, was completely immersed in this body forging fist, and after hitting it seven or eight times in one breath, he felt that his whole body was steaming, and his red and swollen arms really returned to normal.

Not only that, but he also felt that his spirit was a little more vigorous than before.

Liu Ming was overjoyed, only then did he find that the "Uncle Su" was no longer around, and after thinking about it for a while, he picked up the hoe on the ground and continued to hoe the field.

Three days later, in the evening, when Liu Ming threw the hoe in his hand and stretched his waist to stand up again, the field under his feet had been hoeed, not only was the loose soil half a foot deep, but not a single weed could be seen.

When Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to deliver the task to "Uncle Su", there was a sound of breaking the sky in the sky, and clouds of gray fell from the sky one after another.

It was the old disciples who had farmed with him two days ago.

The inner disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but everyone could not hide a trace of joy on their faces.

Liu Ming was extremely puzzled in his heart, and when he was about to go over and ask one or two, that Uncle Su also flew out of the forest in a cloud, and flew directly above Lingtian in one breath.

I saw that he was holding a small golden bowl in one hand, but his big sleeves were fluttering again and again, and there were faintly many golden particles sprinkled down from the air, very evenly distributed in every field.

When Liu Ming saw that the clouds were about to fly to his field, he naturally hurriedly avoided them.

After a while, the old farmer was stunned, threw the golden bowl in his hand into the air, and after pointing at him with words in his mouth, it turned into the size of a water tank in the golden light.

Then there was a sound of "gurgling" water in the tank, and streams of milky white spring water gushed out of it, turning into bits of rain and spilling into every field below, which continued non-stop.

Although Liu Ming was standing outside the field, he could still clearly sense the strong aura of Yuan Li permeating the field.

What's even more strange is that with the continuous rain, green rice seedlings have emerged from the fields below, and they have grown rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and have begun to bear full ears.

When an hour later, after the rain in the air suddenly stopped, the more than 100 acres of heaven and earth suddenly turned into a golden yellow, and it was covered with huge rice grains half a foot high.

"The old rule is that each person can go to their own field and pick ten spirit ears, and then leave on their own. At this moment, the old farmer's faint command came from the air, and then he drove the clouds and flew away into the forest.

The disciples who had been waiting outside the field for a long time, after bowing down and thanking them, rushed up into their fields and began to select ears of rice and cut them with various things.

And all of them were very honest, and they really only collected ten ears of rice in the field, and no one dared to take a penny.

"Senior brother, what is the use of these spiritual spikes, and why are all of you so happy. Liu Ming looked at it for a while, couldn't hold back any longer, and took a few steps forward to grab a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young disciple who was about to leave after taking the ears of rice, and asked.

"Hmph, this is spiritual rice, it will be of great benefit to go back and eat it after cooking. If you go back and taste it yourself, you'll know the Tao of the Truth. The male disciple was a little impatient, and after a few hurried words, he left in the clouds.

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