Cangzhou Prefecture.

Nanlingtian.

The master of the True Dharma Realm who was in the center emitted huge amounts of light and heat throughout his body, like a big sun shining, like a thunder breathing, making people unable to open their eyes.

Fang Hong has a titanium alloy-level body, which has derived the martial arts gold nature, and is not afraid of such strong light.

His eyes flashed, looking into the distance - rice, wheat fields, vegetables, fruits, and various crops were unearthed. Immediately afterwards, Wu Xiucai held sickles, iron shovels, baskets and other utensils, as if they were charging forward quickly, as if they were silent, harvesting the crops in an orderly manner.

"This is the spiritual field of Cangzhou!"

"Feiyun County College Examination, Literary Examination, Feng's students proposed the idea of ​​liberating the productivity of military personnel... In fact, it has been realized in major prefectures, and it is not a false nonsense!"

Fang Hong's complexity is beyond words.

Such a Cangzhou Prefecture City...

Such a big deal...

It is a fantasy country covered with a layer of feudal dynasty.

He pondered for a moment, squatted down, and planned to scoop a handful of the black soil on the ground. Zhao Mingtong quickly sent a message to stop him and said:

"Lingyun fields, every inch of land is valuable, and you are not allowed to touch them at will."

"Feel sorry."

Fang Hong stopped and stood up, a little embarrassed.

"Please forgive me, the spiritual fields are many rules." Zhao Mingtong coughed twice and said, "This is one of the spiritual fields under the control of the evil department... In the city, southeast, northwest and northwest, the four major spiritual fields... Our company is responsible for the East Lingtian, South Lingtian, and North Lingtian."

"All spiritual fields have a peak in the innate realm in charge?"

"right."

Zhao Mingtong nodded slightly.

"Awesome."

Fang Hong breathed lightly.

From this point, you can see the power of the evil-suppressing officer by seeing the small knowledge.

There are only two Shangqings in Cangzhou Demonic Sect.

There are only three Shangqings in the Cangzhou Zhenxie Department.

"That young master..."

"Use your own magic power to simulate sunshine and provide sufficient light and heat to crops." Fang Hong took all the scenes into his eyes.

Stay in the spiritual field of the palace city.

It is like coming to another world that is different from the cold winter outside - sometimes spring returns to the earth, sometimes midsummer comes, sometimes autumn harvest is busy, range of seasons flowing, and incredible world.

…

now.

here.

The 'Lingtian Autumn Harvest' coincides with the bumper harvest!

The master of the True Dharma Realm who is in the center retracts the green magic power and restrains the blazing energy, no longer emitting light and heat. It is like a sun sets on the mountain, beginning to fill the coolness.

The light is weakened... the temperature difference between day and night is large... is conducive to the accumulation of nutrients in crops?

Fang Hong looked strange and followed Zhao Mingtong and continued to walk forward.

In a trance.

He remembered that he first arrived in Feiyun County.

I heard of rumors about innate masters: it makes snow fall in summer and bloom in winter.

Rumors evolved into reality.

It happened before my eyes.

"Here."

"I just asked the supervisor... the corpses of those white foxes were buried in the soil, all of which were in Nanjiuqing."

Zhao Mingtong leads the way.

Following the middle path of square Lingyun fields, I walked about a hundred feet to approach the area that was in the autumn harvest.

...

On the fields, the figures of harvesting crops all have martial arts visions of qi, blood and flames.

It looks uniform and has a very tacit understanding.

There was no noise at all.

It seems like a thousand drills.

It has become accustomed to things.

The two of them walked around and continued to move forward - Fang Hong looked back and saw that he had done farm work for the tenants in the townships every year, divided into spring plowing, summer planting, autumn harvesting, and winter storage.

The spiritual fields in the palace are different.

Too efficient.

Wu Xiucai harvested grain, put it in baskets, piled it aside, and like a hill, he began to pull the plows and plow the land back and forth.

at the same time.

One by one, a group of martial scholars came to the air and transported all the food in the basket to a giant iron plate, shaped like a rectangular platform, surrounded by wood edges to prevent crops from falling.

"Start up, get up!"

There were twenty or thirty martial artists working together to carry the huge iron platform.

Everyone was hanging in the air and started to haul.

The giant iron platform began to shift, three inches away from the ground.

Soon... it was moved to the edge of the spiritual field. The martial juren either used brute force or activated the true energy, rolled up baskets of grain, and put them into wooden boats one by one.

The ship and the cabin became full of food.

at last.

The innate martial artist took action and wrapped a giant ship out of thin air, flew up all the way up to the top of the edge of the Lingtian field. Outside was a trapezoidal steep slope, like a cliff, about a hundred feet high from the ground.

This gap is really not small.

Not to mention the huge ship full of loads.

Even if you lose your warehouse, you will have to fall into pieces.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A group of innate warriors landed with giant ships filled with food.

The boats raised their sails, like the waterfalls falling from the Milky Way, fell steadily, landed on the water surface of the Fucheng River, and delivered the food to all parts of the Fucheng through water transportation.

...

On the other side.

Fang Hong followed Zhao Mingtong to the area code-named Jiuqing in the Nanlingtian.

Go all the way forward.

Passing several clear water canals.

The two of them stood on the gravel path next to them.

In front of me was a green space with unknown light red vegetables planted.

A supervisor wearing a black long-sleeved cloth dress came over, carrying a shovel, pointed to the land beneath his feet, and said, "The corpses of the white fox are buried here... I remember clearly that the first time I saw such a beautiful demon body, which seemed to have a thrilling charm... I don't know what this adult was looking for a demon body? Last year, I was buried in the soil. I calculated the time. After several months, I am afraid that it will rot and become fertilizer in the Lingyun field."

"Okay, try digging." Zhao Mingtong said instructed.

"yes."

The supervisor stopped being slow and quickly obeyed his orders and used shovels to do things.

Swish two or three times.

Dig out a handful of soil.

“Huh?”

Fang Hong's eyes flashed and he smelled the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

It looks like the aura of a demon clan.

There is a big difference.

Zhao Mingtong's voice sounded in his ears: "The earth of Lingyun is very fragile, easy to break, and easy to damage... Usually, acquired martial artists go to the ground to do farm work, and innate martial artists do not enter the fields."
To be continued...