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Chapter 30 The Hoe Magical Tool

The old Taoist shook his head helplessly. The little Taoist priest was the calamity he could not avoid in his life. Every time the little Taoist priest acted rogue, the old Taoist priest had no solution at all, and he couldn't even get a little angry. Instead, he smiled and said: "Then you go and wear it."

Hat."

The Taoist priest jumped up and took out a bamboo hat from the Patriarch's Temple. The bamboo hat was a bit big and he put it on the Taoist priest's head, covering his shoulders. It looked very funny, which made the old Taoist priest laugh.

"Master, let's go quickly. If you lose, I will use the hoe today." The little Taoist took the old Taoist's hand and hurried to the fields.

When we came to the field, the old Taoist was really surprised. His disciple really dug it very wide. Instead of asking his disciple how he did it, the old Taoist quickly took his disciple's hand over and looked at it.

Are there any blisters on your hands? As a result, Xiao Daochang’s hands are white with no red marks at all.

"Who helped you dig?" The old Taoist priest felt that someone must have helped. It was most likely that someone from down the mountain had come to the mountain and helped the Taoist priest dig such a wide area.

"I dug it myself. Look at the footprints in the field, they are all mine." The little Taoist pointed out the very obvious evidence inside.

The freshly dug soil is a little moist, and when you step on it, you can leave very clear footprints. The fields are full of footprints left by little feet along the path. There are no adult footprints visible.

"How is this possible?" The old Taoist still couldn't believe that his young apprentice could do this.

The little Taoist angrily threw the bamboo hat to the ground, jumped into the field, held the hoe that was taller than him with both hands, raised the hoe and started digging. The little Taoist huffed and puffed and dug up a small piece of soil. He was so fast that

The old man was dumbfounded.

"No! There's something weird on the hoe!" The old Taoist finally figured out the answer.

This hoe was so sharp that when my apprentice was digging, he could easily dig into the soil without exerting any effort. As soon as the stones were touched by the hoe, they immediately shattered into pieces. This was simply not something that an ordinary hoe could do.

The old Taoist walked over quickly: "Xing'er, show the hoe to Master."

The elder Xiaodao reluctantly handed the hoe to the master: "Humph! I still don't believe Xing'er."

The old Taoist took the hoe and saw that it was still the rolled-up hoe he made at home. Looking at the cold light on the edge of the hoe, he knew that this hoe had been completely transformed.

"How did you make the hoe look like this?" asked the old Taoist.

"I cast the Golden Sword Curse." The little Taoist Master said proudly.

"No wonder!" The old Taoist finally understood. The old Taoist naturally knew the Golden Sword Curse, but he couldn't cast it. His bones were not very good, and he had no affinity for golden spiritual energy at all. To cast the Golden Sword Curse, he needed

To activate the golden spiritual energy, you need to have the golden spiritual energy as an introduction, to activate the golden spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and to refine the hoe. This is not a simple matter of reciting a spell, the process of its implementation is very particular.

"How many times did you use the Golden Sword Curse to refine the hoe?" the old Taoist asked.

"Once." The little Taoist priest said.

The old Taoist observes the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the heart, and the heart. Don't see things like a stinky kid, otherwise you will die of anger sooner or later. After cultivating the Tao for a lifetime, it is not as good as this stinky boy for a month or two. You say it is irritating, but it is not irritating. Fortunately, this bastard is

He is my apprentice, otherwise I would have beaten him to pieces today.

"I'll dig for Master for a while, okay?" The old Taoist wanted to try out the hoe to see if it worked.

Seeing the pitiful look on his master's face, the little Taoist priest couldn't bear it, so he could only nod his head: "Only for a while?"

"It will only take a while. Master never deceives Xing'er." The old Taoist happily took the hoe and started digging.

It’s really easy to use! Just go down with the hoe and dig out a large area without any effort at all. Can the magic weapon be used to dig the ground? If the ancestor knew that this master and apprentice refined a magic weapon to dig the ground, the coffin lid

I don't know if I can hold it down.

The old Taoist took the hoe and followed the devil, digging specifically into the rocks. Watching the rocks turn into pieces when touched by the hoe, he felt a heartfelt pleasure. In the past two days, the rocks in the field

There were blood blisters all over, and now he felt bad breath. The old Taoist dug harder and harder, completely forgetting the promise he had just made with his disciple.

"Master, you don't mean what you say! You just tried it after you said it, and you forgot about it after you got the hoe. Return the hoe to me quickly. Telling lies will make you have a big tongue." The little Taoist Master said dissatisfied.

"Xing'er, let the master dig for a while. Later, the master will get you some pheasants and give you some yellow legs. How about eating them?" The old Taoist had no choice but to seduce his disciple with food.

The little Taoist priest clasped his hands and counted them several times before saying, "I need to eat 6 yellow legs to do it!"

For the Taoist priest, no matter how fun the hoe is, it seems that it is not as good as the yellow-legged handle. There is no way, it is the time when the body is growing, and the mouth is greedy.

"If you want, Master will give you eight yellow-legged ones." The old Taoist said with a smile.

The little Taoist priest clasped his hands and counted again. It seemed that eight were more than six, and then he agreed: "Master, then you must keep your word."

"Yes, Master must keep his word." The old Taoist said with a smile. He regretted it in his heart. Why didn't he think of this method earlier? If I had refined this hoe into a magic weapon earlier, I would have cultivated one or two acres of paddy field in minutes.

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The old Taoist swung his hoe and opened the land faster and faster. In one morning, he dug out nearly an acre of paddy field.

"Xing'er, hurry up and fill this paddy field with water. Master has to go down the mountain and get some seedlings." The old Taoist himself couldn't cast a spell to make it rain, but his disciple could.

The Taoist Priest didn't recite any incantation, he just thought about the water aura in his mind, and the water aura quickly gathered around the Taoist Priest's body. As the Taoist Priest's mind changed, the water aura slowly moved to the top of the paddy fields, and the water aura slowly moved to the top of the paddy fields.

As soon as the spiritual energy gathered, the surrounding water vapor immediately gathered crazily, forming a dark cloud above the paddy fields. Then the water vapor slowly condensed into water columns, and rain fell. In less than five minutes, the water in the fields

The water was almost full, and the trail leader was also a little tired. The beads of sweat on his cheeks collected and flowed down.

"That's enough, that's enough." The old Taoist was afraid that his disciple would fall from exhaustion, so he quickly walked over and helped his disciple.

"Master, I want to sleep." The little Taoist yawned and fell asleep directly in the old Taoist's arms.

Strange to say, if it is a newly cultivated field, it will definitely not be able to contain the water. It will have to be soaked in water countless times to form a thick layer of clay in the field to retain the water. But this

It seemed that the water in the fields could not be drained away. After a few days, the water in the fields was not reduced at all.

At the foot of the mountain, Xianjiqiao was at the peak of the double rush, and there was a busy scene everywhere. The threshing machine made a roaring sound, and Xianjiqiao's members were sweating profusely in the fields in groups.

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