It's a good time of the year again, and the full moon is fragrant.

If it weren't for the fact that he was beaten up yesterday under the pretext of a competition, Li Changqing would definitely feel that this day was more comfortable than that of a fairy.

Touching the bruises on his legs, Li Changqing just smiled slightly.

It's impossible to say that you don't get angry, no matter how good your temper is, you will be beaten up by someone who has nothing to do, try to see if you are angry or not!

It's useless to be angry, Li Changqing has been bullied by a few senior brothers and other peak disciples this year, and after a few times, he has tried to cultivate, but the result is nothing.

It may be because the foundation is too weak due to suffering and starvation since childhood, and every time I practice according to the beginner disciple's forging method, my whole body hurts as if I have fallen apart.

It felt worse than being beaten up.

After many experiments, not only did I not make myself stronger, but I became weaker.

"It seems that I can only farm the land......"

After sighing, he dragged his sore body and lifted the wooden bucket and began to water the spiritual rice every day.

Spiritual rice can only grow more vigorously if it absorbs enough spiritual springs flowing down from the mountain!

The growth of spiritual rice determines the harvest.

Even if the spiritual rice was about to mature, Li Changqing did not give up the mentality of adding one more grain of grain.

I am destined to not be able to cultivate, so I will try my best to make more contributions to this sect that has raised me for eight years, and also make my life more fulfilling.

Otherwise, indulging in the sadness of being bullied every day, that is not the meaning of life!

The spiritual spring in the back mountain is three or four miles away from the spiritual rice field reclaimed by Li Changqing, and Li Changqing is sweating profusely while carrying two large wooden barrels of water back and forth.

I put down the wooden barrel and washed my face with spiritual spring water, and instantly felt a lot of energy.

"Master Lao Qi is there!"

In the distance, the second senior brother Shao Zhicheng came from a distance with the sect master master Hao Hancheng.

"Master, this kid can't cultivate at all, and he doesn't want to make progress all day long knowing how to deal with these useless things, it's better to send him back to the mountain, it will seriously affect our cultivation!"

"Yes, master!" Pi Xianrong, the third senior brother who followed behind the two of them, then said: "It's a waste and I don't know what I should do, isn't it good to cook, wash, serve tea and pour water for us......?

The two senior brothers, who often talked to Li Changqing, seemed to have lost interest in practicing boxing on Li Changqing, and wanted the master to drive him down the mountain.

"Alas......"

Hao Hancheng sighed and glanced at the two apprentices beside him.

When it's not good, the cripple looks like a genius.

"At the end of next year, it will be our Shinto Sect's triennial five-peak competition, and the five-peak competition will be challenged to the main peak at the end of the competition, if our main peak is successfully challenged three times in a row, the teacher will take you to move away from the main peak to other peaks in the future, and the position of the sect master will be held by the peak master with the best results in the three consecutive competitions!"

"Do you understand what the teacher said?"

Pi Xianrong glanced up at his master Hao Hancheng: "Can the seventh child succeed in us without being challenged?

Li Changqing dangled in front of his eyes every day, which seriously affected his cultivation mood.

Everyone was cultivating, but he was the only one dangling around with nothing to do.

It's annoying to watch!

Every time I beat him, I got up and hung around the next day.

If you don't kick Li Changqing down the mountain, how can you cultivate with peace of mind?

If you can't meditate and cultivate, how can you shine when you are challenged!

Not only Pi Xianrong thinks so, but even Shao Zhicheng and other brothers think the same way.

Li Changqing was like a rat poop falling in a pot in their eyes, making them hungry and not wanting to eat a bite.

"This evil obstacle!"

Hao Hancheng was also angry enough.

If it weren't for thinking that there would be one more person to support the scene, needless to say, they would have driven Li Changqing down the mountain last year when they found out that he was a waste who didn't cultivate.

"Master!"

Seeing his master Hao Hancheng coming, Li Changqing threw down the barrel and bent down to salute.

"Smack!"

Hao Hancheng slapped Li Changqing on the back of the head.

"I'm giving you a year, if you can't succeed in forging your body, you will be expelled from the division as a teacher!"

Hao Hancheng was also angry, snorted angrily and turned to leave.

Shao Zhicheng and Pi Xianrong laughed shamefully.

"Buzz ......"

After a whirlwind, Li Changqing fell headlong in the rice field he had cultivated.

In the endless darkness, time seems to enter a kind of eternity.

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Spiritual spring dingdong.

The land is like a quilt that has been exposed to the sun for a few days.

Li Changqing lying on it felt like lying on the quilt that Sister-in-law Hua had dried for herself, which made him sleepy.

"Where is this?"

Li Changqing sat up with sleepy eyes.

There was chaos all around, and the only visibility was a small water spring two meters below him and not far from him.

I got up and washed my face, and I felt a lot more refreshed.

"It's not a rice paddy ......"

Reach out and touch Chaos.

It's like an invisible wall.

Grab a handful of soft soil, gentle and warm.

Li Changqing instantly concluded that this was the most fertile soil he had ever seen.

"It's a pity that the area is too small!"

He believed that if there were ten acres of spiritual rice fields like this, the spiritual rice produced would be enough for the entire Shinto Sect.

"But what the hell is this place?"

Li Changqing lowered his head and entered the memory.

Second senior brother Shao Zhicheng...

The third senior brother Pi Xianrong...

Master Hao Hancheng...

Spank......

And then what?

Li Changqing really can't remember how he appeared here.

"Could it be that the master saw that he could only farm, so he deliberately found a place for himself to lock himself up?"

"Hmm!"

"Absolutely!"

Otherwise, Li Changqing really couldn't find a reason for himself to appear here.

"Farm the land, but how to plant not even a seed?"

Bored in a daze two meters square.

I took out the planting experience from my bosom, sat on the ground, waited for the master, or sent someone to send the seeds.

The planting experience is a book on cultivating spiritual rice in the hands of the disciples of the servants, which explains many cultivation methods.

There are even methods that can cultivate marrow washing spiritual rice that improves the human body and makes it the most suitable for cultivation.

It's a pity that Li Changqing is stupid, and the disciples of the Shinto Sect are also stupid, and no one can understand the method and cultivate the marrow cleansing spiritual rice.

If someone really could cultivate the marrow washing spirit rice, it is estimated that the Shinto Sect would not become the current situation.

Holding the book and looking at it carefully.

It's a pity that Li Changqing is not the kind of person who is good at learning, otherwise he wouldn't have watched it for a few years, and he would only cultivate the lowest level spiritual rice.

I quickly lost interest in learning without feeling, and my eyelids began to heaviness when I looked at it as before.

Li Changqing felt that he was asleep.

Otherwise, how could you have such a ridiculous dream?

He dreamed that he had planted the method of how to cultivate the marrow washing spirit rice in the ground, and in the end, a green grass seedling really grew, and then it blossomed and bore fruit.

The color of the fruit is white, and there is not a trace of variegation in the white ones.

The fruit did not exude any fragrance, but it had a fatal attraction to him.

The fruit as big as a small red date was swallowed by Li Changqing, who couldn't help it.

It doesn't have any taste and is lighter than drinking cold water.

But I think it's the most beautiful taste in the world.

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