There was a "bang" and sparks flew everywhere on the ground.
Liu Ming felt his hands heat up, and he almost threw the silver hoe out of his hand due to the huge rebound.
The heaven and earth are as hard as refined iron, and a silver hoe cannot penetrate the soil even a single inch.
Liu Ming was stunned, and hurriedly leaned over to observe the ground carefully. Only then did he realize that this place was different from ordinary farmland. The soil inside was actually purple-red.
The roots of those weeds penetrate deep into the ground, gathering all the soil together as if it were a perfect circle.
He poked the purple soil with his brow and felt it was extremely cold and hard.
"Boy, stop studying. This is not ordinary soil, but "breathing soil" specially planted with spiritual rice. It cannot be hoeed by ordinary methods." A nearby man in fine clothes, half naked and showing all his muscles, saw him from a distance.
After Liu Ming acted, he immediately laughed and said.
"rest land"
Naturally, Liu Ming heard this name for the first time, and immediately stood up and looked at the other inner disciples who were busy.
I saw several disciples in the nearby fields, although they were wielding their silver hoes wildly one by one, they fell to the ground silently one by one, and could only lift up a thin layer of soil that was only an inch deep.
The silver hoes in their hands were each emitting a faint white light, which was obviously not just for hoeing the ground.
"This thing turns out to be a talisman."
Liu Ming withdrew his gaze and focused on the object in his hand again. Only then did he realize that there were some light spiritual patterns imprinted on the surface of the hoe, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise on his face.
"Since it is a talisman, we can only give it a try by injecting Yuan Power first." Liu Ming's thoughts changed, and the Yuan Power in his body immediately moved, and he poured it into the silver hoe with both hands.
But after a while, his expression changed.
No matter how much energy he poured into it, the hoe remained unchanged at all, as if all the energy he had poured into it was in vain.
Liu Ming frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he put on the newly transformed mana and slowly poured it into the thing in his hand.
As a result, for a moment, the spiritual patterns on the surface of the silver hoe lit up, and a layer of soft white light emerged.
Sure enough!
No wonder there are only inner disciples here, and no outer disciples are seen here. If you want to hoe this breath soil, you have to use magic power.
After Liu Ming figured out the matter, he stopped thinking about it and moved his hands together, and the silver hoe fell down again.
There was a "pop" sound.
When the silver hoe fell to the ground, there was still a muffled sound, but it finally lifted up a thin layer of purple-red soil and some weeds.
After Liu Ming took a breath, he started to fuck furiously...
Most of the day later, Liu Ming sat cross-legged 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 but smile bitterly.
This soil is really difficult to cultivate. Not only did the mana used up several times during the previous hoeing, but even the body and arms began to feel extremely sore.
What made him even more speechless was that among the purple-red soil that had just been hoeed, some weeds sprouted out of the ground. Although they were still very short, when he wanted to hoe the soil for the second time,
The resistance is still not going anywhere.
As for the other fields nearby, there were several inner sect disciples in their twenties with profound magical powers. They had finished hoeing the fields easily. After walking into the dense forest and handing over the task to the old man, they flew away on clouds.
As for the other disciples who were about seventeen or eighteen years old, they also plowed their fields several inches deep. It seemed that they could complete the task in half a day at most.
When Liu Ming witnessed all this, he could only smile bitterly.
He couldn't compare with these old disciples. With his shallow magic power, he had to hoe the ground half a foot deep in three days, which was just enough. He didn't have time to rest more.
But what made him even more depressed was that he seemed to be the only new disciple here.
But think about it, this is normal.
The total number of people who became spiritual disciples during this spiritual opening ceremony was only a few dozen. Each person received the task at a different time, and the specific content of the sect's task may also be very different.
It's really not an easy thing to get together.
After Liu Ming thought for a while, he gritted his teeth and stood up again, walked to the edge of the field, and after a flash of white light, the silver hoe in his hand dropped into the field again.
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The next morning, all the other fields had been cultivated by the old disciples, and the only inner disciple left here was Liu Ming.
But at noon, Liu Ming stood in the center of the field, looking at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots, and could only frown.
At this moment, both of his arms were in pain like pinpricks all over his body due to excessive exertion. He really could no longer continue hoeing.
"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 hastily, and it turned out to be the old farmer-like spiritual master.
At this time, he looked at Liu Ming with quite a bit of approval.
"Meet Uncle Master!"
Liu Ming did not dare to be negligent and stepped forward to greet him.
"Which disciple are you from and what's your name?" the old farmer asked.
"Disciple Bai Congtian, a disciple of Jiuying." Liu Ming replied honestly.
"Jiu Ying, that's Senior Brother Gui's disciple. What kind of spiritual lineage are you in? You're not a direct disciple, right?" The old farmer looked him up and down again and asked again.
"This junior is from the Three Spiritual Veins, how can he be his direct disciple?" Liu Ming said respectfully.
"Three Spiritual Meridians, your qualifications are too low, which is a pity. Otherwise, with your character and perseverance, I would like to ask you to come over and take you under my sect." Hearing this, the old farmer said with a slight sigh.
"Disciple, I'm ashamed. I didn't know that my uncle is..." Liu Ming couldn't help but ask after hearing something in his heart.
"My surname is Su. You can just call me Uncle Su. But looking at your current state, it is impossible for you to continue. I will teach you a set of body-building boxing. As long as you hit it a few times, you will be able to strengthen your arms."
All the bruises have been removed.”
"Thank you, Master Su, for your kindness." Liu Ming was naturally overjoyed after hearing this.
"You don't have to thank me for anything. This body-training fist is originally a body-training technique that can be practiced by beginner disciples after one year. I just taught it to you in advance." Master Uncle Su said calmly.
Then he moved his body, assumed a strange posture, and began to perform a set of strange boxing techniques, while chanting some kind of mantra in his mouth.
Liu Ming didn't know how many secret techniques he had seen on the evil island back then. Naturally, he was very interested in this kind of boxing that was similar to secret techniques. He immediately became energetic and started to use his talent of multitasking. He began to memorize every move of the old farmer.
and the formulas spoken in his mouth.
As a result, when the old farmer only performed this boxing technique for the third time, Liu Ming remembered it all in his mind and performed it again on the spot without any mistakes.
Seeing this, Master Su's face showed a hint of regret, but he turned around and left without saying anything.
Liu Ming, who stayed on the spot, was completely immersed in this body-building fist. After hitting it seven or eight times in one breath, he felt his whole body was steaming, and his red and swollen arms were really back to normal.
Not only that, he also felt that his energy was stronger than before.
Liu Ming was overjoyed, and then he realized that "Uncle Su" was no longer around. After thinking about it for a moment, he picked up the hoe on the ground and continued to hoe the fields.
Three days later, in the evening, when Liu Ming threw away the hoe in his hand, stretched his waist and stood up again, he was surprised that the field under his feet had been hoeed. Not only had the soil been loosened to a depth of half a foot, but not even a single weed had been removed.
Can't see it anymore.
Just 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 clouds of gray clouds fell from the sky one after another.
Surprisingly, they were the old disciples who had farmed with him two days ago.
The inner disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but there was no trace of happiness on everyone's face.
Liu Ming was extremely puzzled, and just when he was about to go over and ask something, Master Su also flew out of the forest on a cloud, and flew directly to the sky above Lingtian in one breath.
He was holding a small golden bowl in one hand, and his big sleeve was constantly moving in the other hand. There were many golden particles falling from the air, evenly distributed in every field.
When Liu Ming saw that the cloud was about to fly to his field, he naturally hurriedly avoided it.
After a while, the old farmer's body was covered with gray clouds. He threw the golden bowl in his hand high into the sky, pointed at it while muttering something in his mouth, and it turned into the size of a water tank in the golden light.
Then there was a "gurgling" sound in the water tank, and streams of milky white spring water spurted out from it, turning into drops of rain and falling on every field below, continuously.
Although Liu Ming stood outside the field, he could still clearly sense the strong aura of vitality permeating the field.
What's even more strange is that as the rain continues, green rice seedlings emerge from the fields below, and they grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and begin to bear full ears.
After an hour, the rain in the sky suddenly stopped, and the land of more than a hundred acres suddenly turned into a golden yellow, filled with huge rice grains half a foot high.
"Old rules, everyone can pick ten ears of spirit in his own field, and then leave on your own." At this time, the old farmer's faint instructions came from the sky, and then he drove away the clouds and flew away into the forest.
The disciples who had been waiting outside the field for a long time bowed and thanked them, then rushed into their fields and began to select rice ears one by one and cut them with various things.
But everyone was very honest, and actually collected only ten ears of rice from the field, and no one dared to take any more.
"Senior brother, what are the uses of these spiritual ears? Why are you all so happy?" Liu Ming looked at it for a while and couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped forward and grabbed a man who was about to leave after taking the rice ears.
A young disciple of seventeen or eighteen years old asked.
"Huh, this is spiritual rice. It will be of great benefit to you when you cook it and eat it. You will know after you go back and taste it yourself." The male disciple was a little impatient. After saying a few words in a hurry, he left in the clouds.
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