With a "bang", sparks splashed on the ground.
Liu Ming only felt his hands hot, and the silver hoe almost threw it out under a huge rebound.
The heaven and the earth are as hard as fine iron, and the silver hoe can't penetrate the earth at all.
Liu Ming was taken aback for a moment, and he leaned over to observe the ground carefully, only to realize that since this place was different from ordinary farmland, the soil inside turned out to be purple.
And the roots of those weeds dig deep into the ground, bringing all the soil together, as if it were a perfect circle.
He poke the purple soil with his brow fingers, only feeling extremely cold and hard.
"Boy, don't study it. This is not ordinary soil, but the'removal soil' specially grown for spiritual rice. Normal methods can't be hoeed at all." A naked | After seeing Liu Ming's actions, Yuan said with a smile.
"Stop the Earth"
Liu Ming naturally heard this name for the first time, and immediately got up and looked at other busy inner disciples.
I saw the disciples in the nearby plots, although they were all wielding silver hoes one by one, but they fell silently, and they could only lift up a thin layer of mud.
And the silver hoes in their hands radiated pale white light one by one, obviously not just a simple matter of hoeing the ground.
"This thing turned out to be a talisman."
Liu Ming retracted his gaze and fell on the object in his hand again, only to find that some light spiritual patterns were imprinted on the surface of the hoe, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
"Since it is a talisman, I have to inject Yuanli first." Liu Ming's thoughts turned, and immediately with a movement of Yuanli in his body, he madly injected into the silver hoe with both hands.
But after a while, his expression changed.
No matter how much energy he injected, the hoe still hasn't changed, as if the previous injection was all doing useless work.
Liu Ming frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he replaced the newly transformed mana and slowly entered the contents in his hand.
As a result, within a few moments, the spiritual lines on the surface of the silver hoe shined, and a layer of soft white light appeared.
Sure enough!
No wonder there are only inner disciples here, and no outer disciples are here. If you want to dig up the soil, you have to use force.
After Liu Ming figured out the matter, he didn't think too much, and after a round with both hands, the silver hoe fell again.
"Puff" sounded.
The silver hoe fell on the ground, and there was still a muffled noise, but finally a thin layer of purple-red soil and some weeds were picked up.
After Liu Ming let out a sigh of relief, he began to work frantically...
Half a day later, Liu Ming sat in the field and vomited quietly. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, but after scanning the field that had just been hoeed, he couldn't help laughing.
This soil is really difficult to cultivate. The previous hoeing of soil has not only used up the mana several times, but even the arms of the body have begun to sore incomparably.
What made him even more speechless, in those purplish red soil that had just been hoeed, some weeds suddenly emerged from the ground. Although it was still very short, when he wanted to hoe the soil a second time, The resistance is still not small.
As for the other fields nearby, there are a few twenty-something and powerful inner disciples who have easily completed the hoeing of the fields. After walking into the dense forest and handing in the task to the old man, they drove away in the air.
As for some other disciples who looked like seventeen or eighteen, they also hoeed their fields several inches deep. It seemed that they would be able to complete the task in half a day at most.
When Liu Ming witnessed all this, he could only laugh bitterly.
He couldn't be compared with these old disciples, because of his shallow mana, he had to hoe the ground half a foot deep in three days, which was just enough, there was no time to rest.
But what makes him even more depressed is that the new disciple here seems to be him alone.
But thinking about it, this is normal.
This time, there were only dozens of people who became spiritual disciples in the spirit opening ceremony. The time for each person to receive the task is different, and the specific content of the sect task may also be very different.
Wanting to get together is really not a simple thing.
After thinking for a while, Liu Ming gritted his teeth and stood up again and walked to the edge of the field. After a flash of white light from the silver hoe in his hand, he fell into the field again.
…
The next morning, the other fields had been cultivated by the old disciples, and the inner disciple who remained here was only Liu Ming.
But when it was noon, Liu Ming stood in the center of the field, looking at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots, but his brows were frowned.
At this moment, his two arms had become acupuncture-like pain because of excessive force, and he couldn't continue to hoe the soil.
"Yes, there are not many new entry disciples who can persist until this time."
Behind him, a faint voice suddenly came out.
Liu Ming was startled and turned around in a hurry. He was indeed the spiritual master like an old farmer.
At this time, he looked at Liu Ming's eyes quite approvingly.
"Meet Master Uncle!"
Liu Ming didn't dare to neglect, and came forward to see him.
"What kind of disciple are you and what's your name." The old farmer asked.
"Disciple Bai Congtian, under the sect of Jiuying." Liu Ming replied honestly.
"Jiuying, that is under Senior Brother Gui's school. You are a few spiritual veins, not a direct disciple." The old farmer looked at him again and then asked.
"The younger generation is the Three Spirit Meridians, how could it be a direct disciple." Liu Ming said respectfully.
"Three Lingmais, the qualifications are too low, which is a pity. Otherwise, with your perseverance, the old man would like to ask you to come over and earn him." The old farmer sighed lightly when he heard the words.
"The disciple is ashamed, I don't know what Uncle Master is..." Liu Ming couldn't help asking after hearing a movement in his heart.
"My surname is Su, you can just call me Uncle Su. But depending on how you look now, it’s impossible to continue. I’ll pass you a set of body-building punches. Just hit it a few times and you can move your arms. All the bruises are removed."
"Thank you Uncle Su for your love." Liu Ming was naturally overjoyed when he heard it.
"You don't have to thank you for anything. This body exercise boxing was originally a body exercise technique that beginner disciples can practice after a year. I just taught it to you in advance." Uncle Su said calmly.
Then he moved his body and assumed a weird posture, and began to fight a set of weird boxing skills one by one, while still thinking of a certain formula in his mouth.
Liu Ming didn’t know how many secret skills he had seen on the Fierce Island back then. He was naturally very interested in this kind of secret skills like boxing. He immediately refreshed, using his talent of one mind and two purposes, and began to remember the old peasant’s tricks. And the mantras in his mouth.
As a result, when the old farmer only played this martial arts for the third time, Liu Ming remembered everything in his mind, and he played it again on the spot.
Seeing this, Su Shishu's face showed a trace of regret, but he turned and left without saying anything.
Liu Ming, who stayed in place, was completely immersed in this body-building fist. After hitting it seven or eight times in one breath, he felt warm all over, and his red and swollen arms really returned to normal.
Not only that, but he also felt that even his spirit was more vigorous than before.
Liu Ming was overjoyed, only to realize that the "Uncle Su" was no longer by his side. After thinking for a while, he picked up the hoe on the ground and continued to hoe the field.
In the evening three days later, when Liu Ming threw the hoe in his hand and stretched his waist to stand up again, the field under his feet was completely hoeed. Not only was the soil half a foot deep, but also a weed. Can't see it anymore.
When Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to deliver the task to "Uncle Su", there was a sound of breaking through the sky, and masses of gray clouds fell from the sky one after another.
It was indeed the old disciples who had cultivated with him two days ago.
This inner disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but everyone's face couldn't hide a hint of joy.
Liu Ming was extremely puzzled. When he was about to ask about one or two, the uncle Su also flew out of the forest on a cloud, and flew directly above the Lingtian in one breath.
I saw that he was holding a small golden bowl in one hand, but his big sleeves were constantly moving in the other. There were faintly many golden particles sprinkled down from the sky, spreading evenly across every field.
When Liu Ming saw that the cloud would fly to his field, he naturally hurriedly avoided.
After a while, the old farmer paused under a gray cloud, threw the golden bowl in his hand into the sky, and after murmuring a word in his mouth, it turned into the size of a water tank in the golden light.
Then there was a sound of "grumbling" water in the tank, and streams of milky white spring water spurted out of it, turned into a little rain, and sprinkled on every field below, continuously.
Although Liu Ming was standing outside the field, he could still clearly sense the strong vitality that permeated the field.
What is even more strange is that with the continuous rain, green rice seedlings were drilled in the fields below, and they rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to form full ears.
An hour later, after the rain stopped abruptly in the sky, the more than one hundred acres of heaven and earth turned into golden yellow, and they were covered with huge rice that was half a foot high.
"The old rule, everyone can go to his own field to pick ten spiritual spikes, and then leave by himself." At this time, the old farmer faintly commanded from the sky, and then he flew away into the forest.
The disciples who had been waiting outside the field for a long time, after bowing and proclaiming their thanks, they rushed up into their fields and began to pick out rice ears and harvest them with various things.
And everyone was very honest, and only collected ten ears of rice from the field, and no one dared to take a bit more.
"Brother, what is the use of these spirit spikes? Why are all of you so happy." Liu Ming looked at it for a while and couldn't help it anymore. A few steps forward, he grabbed a person who was about to leave after taking out the ears of rice. The young disciple at the age of 17 or 18 asked.
"Huh, this is ling rice. It's good to go back and eat it after cooking. Go back and taste it yourself, and you will know it." The male disciple was a little impatient, and after hurriedly said a few words, he drove away. Up.