Bang bang bang!
The monotonous sound of the long pickaxe falling continuously rang in the ears of Ye Wentian and his wife Tang Wan'er.
They raised their pickaxes high in the air and brought them down heavily, and the earth blocks they could build up were only the size of a palm. The purple-red soil was formed by the gradual degradation of rocks at the foot of the mountain after millions of years of wind and rain erosion. It contained the nutrients that the silver spirit yam needed.
Although it is called soil, in fact, it is not much harder than stone. Moreover, planting silver spirit yam requires deep plowing of the land.
They knew that Ye Xiangguang was deliberately making things difficult for them. They did not make a fuss, did not shout, did not bargain, and just swallowed their knocked-out teeth along with the blood.
Both of them were tenacious people. They had no hope and could only live a hopeless and humble life. But they worked very hard for their son. Moreover, now that their son was tested to have a second-grade martial arts talent, it would only take more than 20 days for him to enter the Ye family compound and become an inner courtyard member.
In more than twenty days, he and his son became members of the Ye family's inner courtyard.
By then, I won't have to do such heavy and tiring work anymore, and by then, my wife and I will have finally made it. With hope in life, what does the grievance I'm suffering now matter
We build, we build.
Bang bang bang!
The long pickaxe kept on rising and falling, one after another.
After half an hour, their clothes were soaked with sweat.
Ye Wentian took off his shirt, and the sunlight shone on his dark back. Years of hard work made his muscles more developed. Every time he worked up, the muscles on his body trembled, and beads of sweat slid down, gathering together to form a trembling stream that rolled down.
Boom!
Ye Xiangyang lay on the ground exhausted. The excessive training in the whole morning had pushed him to his limit again and again, and he consumed the essence of the monster blood he absorbed yesterday again and again.
In the past, I had no hope of becoming a martial artist, but now that I have the hope of reaching the top, I must go all out. Everyone's future is fought for, for the sake of my hard-working parents and for my future, I must go all out, absolutely risking my life.
He could feel that after a morning of desperate training, his physical strength had increased again, his power had also increased again, and his understanding of Nanxiongquan had become more profound.
I will definitely be able to reach the top. I will definitely be able to be crowned king and marquis like the ancestor of the Ye family and become a famous figure in the Jiuzhou Empire.
This strong desire was engraved in his heart.
Ye Xiangyang came out of the slaughterhouse carrying two large wooden barrels, exhausted. This morning's training was indeed exhausting. Even carrying two barrels of animal blood felt unusually heavy.
Ye Xiangyang grabbed the horizontal scale of the wooden barrel with both hands, lifted the barrels horizontally on his shoulders, and moved forward steadily. Ye Xiangyang was so steady with every step, not letting his shoulders shake, not letting a drop of the animal blood in the barrel spill out. It's easy to say, but it's really difficult to do it.
Arriving at the Xuanwu Spring, Ye Xiangyang put down the two buckets, washed his face, drank some water, rested for a while, picked up the two buckets again, and continued walking towards home.
People could see, under the scorching sun, a thin thirteen-year-old figure, clutching a pair of unusually large wooden barrels, slowly moving step by step towards the west.
This journey took him more than four times as long as it originally took.
Finally returning home, Ye Xiangyang felt that he had reached the point where he could hardly move.
When he got home, he put the beast blood away, took off his clothes, and jumped into the bucket of beast blood. He then practiced Wushen Tiangong and Nanxiong Gong and began his own cultivation.
Red light surged all over the body, and the bright tortoise shell patterns were clearly visible, illuminating the monster's blood.
The essence of the monster's blood quickly condensed towards these tortoise shell patterns, flowed through the body, and was stored in the fingernail-sized skin formed by the tortoise shell patterns.
The mysterious energy between heaven and earth flowed into his body, passed through his five senses and purple palace, entered his body, formed mysterious power, and was stored in his meridians.
Opening his eyes, Ye Xiangyang looked at the sunlight outside. It was already dusk.
From morning to noon, I practiced martial arts very hard. The Wushen Tian Gong could restore the body, but it was difficult to recover from mental fatigue. While practicing, I fell asleep unknowingly.
After waking up, I felt that my Martial God Heavenly Art had made a slight improvement. The color was changing to orange, and the mysterious energy in the meridians of both hands had gathered into three meridians.
Such a speed was surprising. Generally speaking, it takes half a year from the beginning to the level of a one-star Xuanshi. The Ye family only spent a month checking whether these people had Xuanli stored in their bodies.
After coming out, Ye Xiangyang took a bath, put on his clothes, and wanted to cook for his parents. He opened the rice jar, but there was not even a grain of rice left.
Ye Xiangyang borrowed a bucket of rice from his neighbor, closed the door, and went to the field to dig some wild vegetables.
The evening meal was millet porridge with wild vegetables.
The meal was ready. Ye Xiangyang was doing boxing while waiting for his parents to come back for dinner.
It was already dark, but there was still no sign of my parents returning.
In the medicine garden, Ye Xiangguang looked at them coldly and said, "If you don't complete today's task, I can't pay you. This way, I can stay with you in this medicine garden. When you finish, that's when we'll end."
Ye Wentian and his wife did not speak. They had worked very hard all day and had used up all their strength. The two steamed buns and some stewed vegetables provided by the family at noon had already been completely digested.
They had no strength left in their bodies, their stomachs were rumbling, they raised their pickaxes, but when they put them down, they couldn't even build the ground. How could they finish working on the remaining half of the land
Today, the two of them had tried their best and plowed three acres of land deeply, completely exceeding the average task, and there was still one acre short of the quota that Ye Xiangguang had given them.
We build, we build.
"Dad - Mom -" Ye Xiangyang's voice was heard, and then Ye Xiangyang's slightly thin body appeared beside the couple.
Ye Wentian smiled bitterly: "Kid, our mission today is not over yet."
Ye Xiangyang's face darkened. He looked at Ye Xiangguang who was sitting leisurely on a rock not far away. He knew that this was Ye Xiangguang's revenge for him beating his brother. He wanted to avenge his brother and torture his parents.
Ye Xiangyang clenched his fists tightly, then put them down. He knew that he could not be Ye Xiangguang's opponent. Helpless, Ye Xiangyang walked towards Ye Xiangguang, stared at Ye Xiangguang and whispered: "What do you need to do to make you stop?"
Ye Xiangguang laughed and said with the attitude of an old cat playing with a mouse: "Didn't you say that anyone who provokes you will have his hands and feet cut off? As long as you can cut off my hands and feet, how about writing off this matter?"
Ye Xiangyang's eyes sparkled: "If you want to avenge your brother, in more than 20 days, after I have tested you, the family will have a challenge project. How about I challenge you? At that time, I will not let you be responsible for my life or death, and you will not embarrass my parents in the future. How about that?"
Ye Xiangguang laughed: "Okay, it's a deal."
Bang, the two men slapped their palms together and swore to never regret it.