Chapter 29

With a bang, Mars splashed on the ground.

Liu Ming felt the heat of his hands. Under a huge rebound, the silver hoe almost threw out.

Heaven and earth are as hard as fine iron, and the silver hoe can't get into the earth at all.

Liu Ming was stunned. He bent down to observe the ground carefully. Then he found that the soil was purple and red, which was different from ordinary farmland.

And the roots of those weeds are deep underground, gathering all the soil together, as if they were round as a whole.

His eyebrows and fingers poked the purple soil, and he felt extremely cold and hard.

"Don't study, boy. This is not ordinary soil, but the "rest soil" specially planted with LingMi, which can't be hoed by ordinary methods A naked, muscular hardcover man nearby said with a smile when he saw Liu Ming's action from a distance.

"Rest land"

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

I saw the disciples in the nearby fields, although they also wielded the silver hoes one by one, but they fell to the ground quietly, and only lifted a thin layer of Soil an inch deep

And the silver hoes in their hands, one by one emitting a faint white light, obviously not just hoeing such a simple thing.

"It's a talisman."

Liu Ming takes his eyes back and falls on the object in his hand again. Only then can he find that there are some light spiritual lines on the surface of the hoe, and his face can't help showing a trace of surprise.

"Since it's a talisman, we have to inject Yuanli first to have a try." Liu Ming's heart turns, and his body moves. He pours into the silver hoe with both hands.

But after a while, his face changed.

No matter how much force he injected, the pattern of the hoe remained unchanged, as if all the work he injected was useless.

Liu Ming frowned. After thinking about it again, he replaced it with the newly transformed mana and moved into his hands.

Results for a moment, the surface of the silver hoe was bright, and a layer of soft white light appeared.

right enough!

No wonder there are only inner disciples here, and none of them are there. If you want to hoe the earth, you have to use magic power.

After Liu Ming got to know this, he didn't think much about it. With two hands, the silver hoe fell down again.

Poof.

The silver hoe fell on the ground, and there was still a dull sound, but it finally picked up a thin layer of purple soil and some weeds.

After taking a breath, Liu Ming began to work hard

More than half a day later, Liu Ming sat in the field and quietly breathed. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. But after sweeping the field he had just hoed, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

The rest of the earth is really difficult to cultivate. In the previous hoeing, not only the mana was consumed several times, but also the body and arms began to ache.

What makes him speechless is that in the purplish red soil that has just been hoed, some weeds suddenly emerge from the ground. Although it is very short, when he wants to hoe the soil for the second time, the resistance is still not small.

As for the other fields nearby, there were some inner disciples in their twenties who had deep magic power. They had already finished hoeing the fields easily. After they went into the dense forest and handed in the task to the old man, they took off and drove away.

As for the other 17-year-old disciples, they also hoed their fields several inches deep. It seems that they can finish 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. His magic power is shallow. He has to hoe half a foot deep in three days, which is just enough. How can he have more time to rest.

But what makes him even more depressed is that he seems to be the new disciple here.

But think about it.

This time, there were only a few dozen people who became spiritualists. The time for each person to receive the task is different, and the specific content of the task may also be very different.

It's not easy to get together.

After thinking about it for a while, Liu Ming got up again and went to the edge of the field. After a flash of white light from his silver hoe, he fell into the field again.

……

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

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

At the moment, his two arms have become needling pain because of too much force, so he can't dig any more.

"Yes, there are not many new disciples who can hold on to this time."

Behind him, a faint voice came out.

Liu Ming was startled and turned around in a hurry. He was the old peasant like spirit Master.

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

"See you, martial uncle!"

Liu Ming did not dare to neglect and went to the front of the ceremony.

"What kind of disciple are you and what's your name?" The old farmer asked.

"Disciple Bai Congtian, under the door of jiuying." Liu Ming honest way back.

"Jiuying, that's under elder martial brother GUI's door. You are a few spirit pulse, not a personal disciple. " The old farmer looked at him again and then asked.

"The younger generation is a Sanling pulse. How can they be the disciples of their own generation?" Liu Ming said respectfully.

"Sanling pulse, it's a pity that the qualification is too low. Otherwise, with your heart and perseverance, I'd like to ask you to come here and pay for it. " The old farmer heard the speech and said with a sigh.

"I'm ashamed. I don't know if my martial uncle is..." Liu Ming asked.

"My name is su. Just call me uncle su. But it's impossible to go on as you are now. I'll pass you a set of forging boxing now. If you play it several times, you can get rid of all the bruises on your arms. "

"Thank you for your kindness." Liu Ming was very happy.

"You don't have to thank any more. This exercise boxing is originally a training skill that can be practiced by entry-level disciples in a year. I just teach it to you in advance." But Uncle Su said calmly.

Then he moved his body, put on a strange posture, and began to play a set of strange boxing, while reciting some pithy formula.

Liu Ming didn't know how many secret skills he had seen on the fierce island in those years. Naturally, he was very interested in this kind of Kung Fu, which was similar to the secret skills. He immediately got a boost in his spirit and used his talent of one mind and two uses. He began to remember the old farmer's moves and the pithy formula he had read.

As a result, when the old farmer only hit the fist for the third time, Liu Ming remembered it all in his mind and hit it again on the spot.

Seeing this, martial uncle Su showed a trace of regret on his face, but he turned away without saying anything.

Liu Ming, who stayed in the same place, completely immersed himself in this forging boxing. After seven or eight times of beating, he felt hot all over, and his red and swollen arms really recovered as usual.

Not only that, he felt even more energetic than before.

Liu Ming was overjoyed to find that the "Uncle Su" was no longer around. After a little consideration, he picked up the hoe and began to hoe the field.

Three days later in the evening, when Liu Ming threw his hoe, stretched his waist and stood up again, he was surprised that the field had been hoed. Not only was the soil half a foot deep, but also no weeds could be seen.

Liu Ming is about to enter the forest to deliver the task to "Su Shishu", but there is a sound of breaking the sky, and a cloud of ash falls from the sky.

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

The inner disciple stood at the edge of the field in silence, but everyone's face couldn't hide a trace of happiness.

Liu Ming is extremely puzzled. Just as he wants to ask about one or two, the Su Shishu flies out of the forest in a cloud, and flies directly over Lingtian.

I saw him holding a small golden bowl in one hand, but the big sleeves in the other hand were constantly waving. There were a lot of golden particles sprinkled down from the air, evenly distributed in every field.

When Liu Ming saw that the cloud was about to fly to his field, he naturally avoided it in a hurry.

A moment later, the old farmer threw the golden bowl into the air. He pointed at it and turned into a water tank in the golden light.

Then, the sound of "gululu" in the water tank sounded, and the Milky spring water gushed out from it, turned into a little bit of rain, and fell on every field below, continuously.

Although Liu Ming stood outside the field, he could still clearly sense the strong Yuanli breath in the field.

What's more strange is that with the continuous rain, there are green rice seedlings in the fields below, which grow rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye, and begin to bear full ears.

When an hour later, the rain in the air suddenly stopped, the more than 100 mu of heaven and earth suddenly turned into a golden yellow, which was full of huge rice half Zhang high.

"According to the old rule, everyone can go to his own field to pick ten ears, and then leave by himself." At this time, the old farmer's faint command came from the air, and then he drove the cloud to the forest.

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

And all the people are very honest, actually only in the field to collect ten ears of rice, no one dares to take more.

"Elder martial brother, what's the use of these lingsui? Why are you so happy?" Liu Ming looked at it for a while, but he couldn't help it any more. He took a 17-year-old young disciple who was about to leave after picking up the rice and asked.

"Well, it's LingMi. It's good to eat it after cooking. Go back and have a taste for yourself, and you'll know. " The male disciple was a little impatient. After a few words, he drove away.

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