Early the next morning, after a good rest, he felt that his energy and strength had recovered a lot, and the wound on his foot had not yet healed, so he went to visit the Yipinling farmer with a cane.

That Yiling farmer's surname is Lu, about fifty years old, nicknamed the old donkey's head, he lives at the foot of the mountain with a granddaughter, and has been farming for Qingyue Immortal Master for more than 20 years, so it can be said that he has a lot of experience.

He was kind and kind, welcomed Zhang Di's arrival, and told Zhang Di in detail about his farming experience.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and I knew that the cultivation of Lingtian was more complex and profound than ordinary farming, and I don't know how many times more complicated and profound.

hoeing, sowing, irrigation, weeding, fertilizing, pollination, heading, harvesting...... Every link is very particular, even the use of farm tools is also a lot more mysterious, it seems that the immortal master did not think of improving the cultivation of the spiritual field, but I am afraid that it is not so easy.

In amazement, Zhang Di hurriedly bowed, took out the piece of straw paper from his arms, and handed it over with both hands, "Uncle Lu, please help me take a look, I drew on the straw paper at will last night, is it feasible to manage Lingtian in this way?"

The old donkey's head was dark-looking, his forehead was covered with knife-like wrinkles, his mouth was cracked, and he smiled: "Little Brother Zhang, there is no need to be polite, as a first-class spiritual farmer of Linggu Hall, I have the responsibility to bring new people." Besides, I'm not helping in vain, you can plant three points of millet and hand it over to the main hall, and I can also take a 10% as a reward. As he spoke, he took the straw paper and looked at it casually.

At this glance, he couldn't help but sigh lightly, and after carefully reading the drawings, his face became more and more surprised, and he raised his head and looked up and down at Zhang Di.

His little granddaughter, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was wearing a plaid shirt and two pigtails, and at this time her head poked out from behind him, revealing half of her fair face, and a big black and white eye fell curiously on Zhang Di, and her long eyelashes blinked.

Zhang Di didn't know what was going on, he was so stunned by this pair of grandfathers and grandsons that he scratched his head, and asked embarrassedly, "Uncle Lu, is it...... Is there a problem with the drawings?

"Brother Zhang, how old are you this year?" asked the old donkey.

"The kid is fourteen years old. Zhang Di replied respectfully.

"Only fourteen years old?" said the old donkey in surprise, "you are so young that you can make such a plan for farming, it is simply ...... It's much more powerful than adults......! I see that you are so young, what an unusual!" his eyes showed a look of approval, and nodded at Zhang Di again and again.

Zhang Di was even more embarrassed, his face was red, and his hands were swinging straight, "Uncle has won the award, I have won the award, I am just a casual painting, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

The old donkey looked at the drawings carefully and exclaimed, "Huh, have you read any farming books before?" I see that your ridge method and intercropping are all marked on the drawings. ”

"I've read one or two books, but I don't understand them deeply, which makes the old man smile. Zhang Di dealt with it casually, he was not modest, he really felt that he had no bottom in his heart, and he didn't know if the knowledge of mortal farming would make the other party laugh when he applied it to the immortal spiritual field.

"No wonder, no wonder. The old donkey nodded again and again, holding the drawings thoughtfully.

Hearing that the grandfather was full of praise for the little brother, the little granddaughter of the old donkey's head unconsciously poked her whole face out, and a pair of big eyes blinked and looked straight at Zhang Di, with a very curious look in her eyes.

Zhang Di inadvertently swept his eyes, and when he saw her happy and disgusted face, he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart: "What a beautiful little girl! He smiled at the little girl.

The little girl's face turned red, and with a whoosh she retracted her head and hid behind the old donkey's head.

After a while, he poked his head out of the way and quietly looked at Zhang with one eye.

This funny behavior made Zhang Di secretly amused, knowing that this little girl was shy, so he simply pretended to ignore her, sat in front of the old donkey, and listened to his teachings.

The old donkey saw all this in his eyes, quietly returned the drawings to Zhang Di, and said, "Brother Zhang, there is something I have to make you understand." ”

"Uncle, please speak. Seeing his solemn expression, Zhang Di hurriedly sat up straight and listened attentively.

"That's right, our immortal family spiritual field is very different from mortal farmland, and the ideas on your drawings are all good, but there are countless immortal masters before you who have studied the way of farming, but so far they have only found out a set of the most ordinary, and even some old farming methods.

But this kind of farming method is the most reliable, those who are whimsical and want to find another way, nine out of ten have planted big heels, the spiritual field is deserted, the spiritual valley is withered, and it has long disappeared from this Qingyue Mountain. The rest of the one will have to see if there is any luck in persevering. Therefore, you have to farm according to the old rules first, with my twenty years of experience in Linggu planting, I dare not say that it is not a big problem to ensure that you are rich and rich, at least there is a stable harvest and a big problem.

If you still want to experiment with your farming skills, hehe, it will be at least ten years later, and you will talk about it after you have established yourself in Qingyue Mountain!"

Zhang Di felt that a bucket of ice water was poured from his head, and the heat in his heart was extinguished a lot, thinking that he had read so many farming books under the arrangement of the second uncle, but it turned out that it was not very useful. But after thinking about it, what the other party said was more secure, so you might as well do it first, at least to ensure that you can pass the assessment for half a year, so I nodded and agreed to the other party's suggestion.

Next, the old donkey took off the dry tobacco pouch from his waist, lit the dry tobacco bar and smoked it, and asked Zhang Di's family history without a match.

Zhang Di didn't know what he meant, so he naturally replied respectfully, not daring to shorten the courtesy.

When the old donkey finished smoking the dry tobacco, Zhang Di's family history was almost asked, so he knocked the dry tobacco pot on the ground, and said unhurriedly: "Little Brother Zhang, I understand, you are naturally frail, and it is difficult to farm at home, so I followed your second uncle to read some farming books, and thought of Qingyue Mountain to plant Linggu for the immortal master, and by the way, cure your physical weakness, isn't it?"

"Exactly. Zhang Di hurriedly replied.

"As a result, you failed to pass the Linggu Hall hoe assessment, and after the intercession of the Formation Hall Immortal Master, Hall Master Hao granted you permission to take the assessment for half a year, and ordered you to plant a hundred catties of Linggu in half a year, isn't it?"

"Exactly. ”

"Well, it's not that hard. The old donkey head stood up, took out a small notebook from the cabinet in the house, handed it over, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you are a well-informed and reasonable person, and my old donkey head is quite close to you." In this way, I have a set of farming and cultivation methods here, and if you practice well, you will not only be able to strengthen your body, but you will also become a powerful physical practitioner. ”

Can you still cultivate farming?

Zhang Di was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly took the small notebook and flipped through it, only to see the cultivation formulas written on it "Aoki Gong", "Leper Cat Step", "Corpse Shaking Fist", and "Hoeing and Killing", and couldn't help but show a confused expression.

The old donkey laughed and said, "Come with me!" Picking up the hoe and striding out, Zhang Di and his shy little granddaughter hurriedly followed.

The three of them came outside the house, and beside a large field, there was a large bluestone, about the size of a millstone.

The old donkey head came to the big bluestone, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Look, let you see our Lingnong's ability!" took off his coat, revealing two strong and sturdy arms, holding the spirit hoe high with both hands, and staring at the big bluestone with both eyes.

Hmmm――

An inexplicable feeling rushed to Zhang's heart, and he was shocked.

He suddenly realized that the old donkey in front of him was not an old farmer, and seemed to have suddenly turned into a fighter, only to see that the muscles of his arms swelled violently, and the blood vessels and tendons on his top burst out, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura.

But the old donkey's head held the spirit hoe so high, and it didn't fall off immediately, as if it was accumulating momentum, and the spirit hoe was shining all over, and it actually made a buzzing sound.

"Hmm, this is ......" Zhang Di's eyes widened in surprise, as if he had grasped some trick at once.

Suddenly he shouted: "Hoe, hoe, kill!"

In a flash of inspiration, with a click, the bluestone the size of a grinding plate was torn apart by a hoe, and he was stunned.

This was not the end, he threw down his hoe, and ran like a nimble tanuki running quickly across the edge of the field, and jumped on a big tree twenty feet away. The big tree is more than a zhang high, and the canopy is like a pavilion, if it wasn't for Zhang Di seeing it with his own eyes, I can't believe that someone would be able to climb up.

Then he shouted again, and he rolled down from the top of the tree, and slammed his fist on the tree, but he saw that the ropes of the tree swayed, and the leaves kept falling like rain.

At this moment, he had already rushed back, standing in front of Zhang Di, his face did not change and he did not pant, and said with a smile: "How is it?

This can make Zhang Di dumbfounded, and the chick nodded again and again like pecking rice, where can he speak.

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