Chapter 29 Spirit Field

"Bang", sparks splashed all over the ground.

Liu Ming only felt his hands warm, and under the rebound of a huge force, the silver hoe almost dropped out of his hand.

Heaven and earth were as hard as fine iron, and a silver hoe could not penetrate the soil at all.

Liu Ming was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly 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-red.

And the roots of those weeds dig deep into the ground and gather all the soil together, as if they were round and integrated.

He poked the purplish red soil with his brows and fingers, only to feel extremely cold and hard.

"Boy, don't study. This is not ordinary soil, but the "soil" specially grown for spiritual rice, which cannot be hoeed at all by ordinary methods." Nearby, a man in hardcover, half naked and showing his muscles, saw from a distance. After Liu Ming made his move, he immediately said with a smile.

"Retirement"

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

I saw a few disciples in the nearby fields. Although they were all swiping their silver hoes wildly, they all landed silently, and they could only lift up a thin layer of soil that was about an inch deep.

And the silver hoes in their hands exuded a faint white light, obviously not as simple as hoeing the ground.

"This thing turned out to be a talisman."

Liu Ming took his eyes back and landed on the object in his hand again, only to find that some shallow spiritual patterns were inscribed on the surface of the hoe, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Since it's a talisman, then we can only try to inject Yuan force first." Liu Ming thought about it, and immediately the Yuan force in his body moved, and he poured into the silver hoe with both hands.

But after a while, his expression changed.

No matter how much Yuan Force he injected, the hoe still remained unchanged, as if the previous injection was all useless.

Liu Ming frowned, and after thinking for a while, he put on the newly transformed mana, and slowly poured it into the thing in his hand.

As a result, within a short time, the spiritual pattern on the surface of the silver hoe brightened, and a layer of soft white light appeared.

Sure enough!

No wonder there are only inner disciples in this place, and no outer disciples are seen. To hoe this land, it is necessary to use mana.

After Liu Ming figured out the matter, he didn't think about anything, he turned with both hands, and the silver hoe fell down again.

"Pfft" sound.

The silver hoe landed on the ground, and there was still a muffled sound, but it finally hoeed up a thin layer of purple-red soil and some weeds.

After Liu Ming let out a sigh of relief, he started to work madly...

After half a day, Liu Ming sat cross-legged in the field and breathed quietly. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, but after sweeping the field he had just hoeed, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

This soil is really difficult to cultivate. After hoeing the soil, not only did the mana used up several times, but even the body and arms began to feel extremely sore.

What made him even more speechless, in the purple-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 going anywhere.

As for the other fields next to it, there are several inner disciples in their twenties with profound mana who have already completed the hoeing of the fields with ease.

Just flew away in the sky.

As for the other disciples who looked like they were seventeen or eighteen years old, 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 smile bitterly.

He can't compare with these old disciples, because of his shallow mana, he has to hoe the ground half a foot deep in three days, but it's just enough, and there's no time to rest.

But what made him even more depressed was that the new disciple here seemed to be just him.

But think about it, it's normal.

This time, only a few dozen people became spiritual disciples during the 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.

It's really not an easy thing to get together.

After thinking for a while, Liu Ming gritted his teeth and stood up again. He 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 already been cultivated by the old disciples, and the only inner disciple who remained here was only Liu Ming.

But at noon, Liu Ming was standing in the center of the field, looking at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots, he could only frown.

At this moment, his two arms have become needle-like pains because of too much force, and he can no longer continue to hoe the soil.

"Yes, there are not many new disciples who can persist until this point."

Behind him, a faint voice suddenly came out.

Liu Ming was startled and turned around in a hurry. It was the old peasant-like spiritual master.

At this time, he looked at Liu Ming with a somewhat approving look.

"Meet Uncle Master!"

Liu Ming didn't dare to neglect, and stepped forward to greet him.

"Which line of disciples are you and what's your name?" the old peasant asked.

"Disciple Bai Congtian, under Jiuying Sect." Liu Ming replied honestly.

"Jiuying, that's under the door of Senior Brother Gui. You are a spiritual meridian, not a direct disciple, right?" The old farmer looked at him from top to bottom and asked again.

"The younger generation is the three spiritual meridians, how could it be a direct disciple." Liu Ming said respectfully.

"Three Spirit Vessels, the aptitude is too low, which is a pity. Otherwise, with your perseverance, the old man would have wanted you to come over and be hired by the family." The old farmer said with a sigh after hearing this.

"Disciple is ashamed, I don't know who my uncle is..." Liu Ming couldn't help asking when he heard a move in his heart.

"My surname is Su, you can just call me Uncle Su. But looking at you now, it's impossible to continue. I'll teach you a set of body-building fists now, as long as you hit it a few times, you will be able to stretch your arms. All the bruises were removed."

"Thank you Master Su for your love." Liu Ming was naturally overjoyed when he heard it.

"You don't need to thank me much. This body training boxing is originally a body training technique that beginners can practice after a year. I just taught you in advance." Uncle Su said indifferently.

Then he moved his body, put on a strange posture, and began to play a set of strange boxing techniques, and at the same time he was still reading some formulas.

Liu Ming didn't know how many secret techniques he had seen on the Fierce Island back then. Naturally, he was very interested in this kind of boxing technique similar to secret techniques. Immediately, he was refreshed and used the talent of one mind and two purposes, and he began to remember the old farmer's every move. and the words in his mouth.

As a result, when the old farmer only punched this boxing technique for the third time, Liu Ming remembered it all in his mind, and he punched it again on the spot.

Seeing this, Master Su showed a hint of regret on his face, but he turned and left without saying anything.

Liu Ming, who stayed in the same place, was completely immersed in this body-forging fist. After punching seven or eight times in one breath, he felt his body was steaming hot, and his red and swollen arms really returned to normal.

Not only that, he also felt that his spirit was stronger than before.

Liu Ming was overjoyed, only to realize that "Master 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.

Three days later, in the evening, when Liu Ming threw the hoe in his hand, stretched his waist and stood up again, the field under his feet had been hoeed, not only was the soil loosened by half a foot, but even a single weed was overwhelmed. Can't see it anymore.

Just as Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to deliver the task to "Master Su", there was a sound of breaking air from the sky, and groups of gray clouds descended from the sky one after another.

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

This inner disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but everyone couldn't hide a hint of happiness on their faces.

Liu Ming was extremely puzzled, and when he was about to ask about one or two, the Master Su also flew out of the forest on a cloud, and flew directly to the sky above Lingtian.

I saw that he was holding a small golden bowl in one hand, but his big sleeves were constantly moving in the other, and there were a lot of golden particles scattered from the air, spreading evenly in every field.

When Liu Ming saw Yun Jiang flying to his field, he naturally hurriedly avoided it.

After a while, the old peasant froze under the gray cloud, threw the golden bowl in his hand into the sky, and pointed at it with a word in his mouth, and it turned into a water tank in the golden light.

Then there was a sound of "gululu" in the water tank, and a stream of milky white spring water spurted out from it, and it turned into a little rain that fell on every field below, and it continued.

Although Liu Ming was standing outside the field, he could still clearly sense the strong aura of Yuan force permeating the field.

What's even more bizarre is that with the continuous rain, green rice seedlings emerged from the fields below, and they grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to bear full ears.

An hour later, when the rain in the sky stopped abruptly, the more than 100 acres of heaven and earth turned golden yellow, and it was covered with huge rice grains half a zhang high.

"Old rules, each person can go to their own fields to pick ten spirit ears, and then leave by themselves." At this time, the old farmer's faint commanding voice came from the sky, and then he drove the clouds and flew into the forest.

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

And everyone is very honest, and they really only collect ten ears of rice in the field, and no one dares to take more than a cent.

"Brother, what is the use of these spirit spikes? Why are you all so happy?" Liu Ming watched for a while, and couldn't bear it any longer. He took a few steps forward and pulled a man who was about to leave after picking up the rice spikes. A young disciple aged seventeen or eighteen asked.

"Hmph, this is Lingmi. It's good to eat it when you go back and cook it. You'll know when you go back and taste it yourself." The male disciple was a little impatient. .

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