Demon’s Diary Chapter 29: Spirit Farms
A bang, spark splashed on the ground.
Liu Ming only felt the heat of both hands. Under a huge rebound, Yinxu almost threw out his hand.
heaven and earth turned out to be as hard as iron, and the silver urns couldn't get into fraction at all.
Liu Ming stunned, hurriedly leaned over carefully to observe the ground, only to find that since this place is different from ordinary farmland, the soil inside turned out to be purple and red.
The roots of those weeds go deep into the ground and gather all the soil together, as if round.
He frowned at the purple soil with his fingers, only abnormally ice-cold and hard.
"Boy, don't study it. This is not ordinary soil, but" Resting Dirt "which is specially planted with Spirit Rice. The general method can't be moved at all." A hardcover man with a naked half body nearby and showing his muscles, far After seeing Liu Ming's move, he said with a smile.
"Resting Dirt"
Liu Ming naturally heard this name for the first time, immediately got up and looked at other busy Inner Disciple.
I saw disciple in several nearby plots, although it was also a each and every one silver slap, but each and every one landed silently and could only lift the thin one layer soil of about 1 inch deep.
The silver **** in their hands, the each and every one emits a faint white light, which is obviously not just a simple matter such as hoeing.
"This thing turned out to be a Talisman Tool."
Liu Ming retracted his gaze and fell on his own thing again, only to find that the surface of the **** was imprinted with some shallow spirit mark, and his face cannot help but showed a touch of surprise.
"Since it is Talisman Tool, I can only inject it with origin force first." Liu Ming thought, and immediately origin force in his body moved through the two hands into the silver urn.
But after a while, his complexion changed.
No matter how much origin force he injects, the **** still has no change, as if the previous injection was doing nothing.
Liu Ming's eyebrows wrinkled. After thinking about it for a while, I replaced it with the newly transformed magical power.
As a result, spirit mark on the surface of the silver goblet lighted up, and one layer soft white light emerged.
Sure enough!
No wonder there is only Inner Disciple here. I haven't seen any Outer Sect Disciple. If you want to use this Resting Dirt, you must use magical power.
Liu Ming After thinking about it, don't think much about it. In the round of two hands, the silver **** fell down again.
A beep.
The silver urn fell on the ground and still heard a muffled sound, but finally the thin one layer purple-red soil and some weeds burst into a sudden.
Liu Ming exhaled lightly and began to frantic frenzy ...
Big half a day later and Liu Ming sit in Tanaka's quiet cultivate. After a while, they slowly opened their eyes, but after sweeping the field that they had just scratched, cannot help but laughed bitterly.
This Resting Dirt is really extremely difficult to plow. In the past, the soil has not only consumed magical power several times, but even the body and arms have started to feel sore.
It made him a little speechless. Among the fuchsia soil that had just scratched one layer, there were still some weeds emerging from the ground. Although it was still very short, I wanted to come and smash the dirt a second time. At that time, the resistance will still not be small.
As for the other fields nearby, there are a few 20-year-olds, magical power deep Inner Disciple, and already easily completed Putian. After entering the jungle and handing over the task to the old man, they left in the clouds and left. .
As for the other disciples who look like 17 or 8 years old, they have also plowed their fields a few inches deep. It seems that they can complete the task at most in half a day.
Liu Ming When she saw all this, she could only smile bitterly.
He can't compare with these old disciple, because of its shallow magical power, it will be half a foot deep in three days, but it is just enough to use nothing more, how can there be more time to rest.
But what makes him a bit more depressed is that the new disciple here seems to be his own nothing more.
But think about it too.
This time Opening Spirit Ceremony became Spirit Apostle, but there are only dozens of people nothing more. 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 not easy to get together.
Liu Ming After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and stood up again. He walked to the edge of the field. After holding the silver urn flash of white light in his hand, he fell down into the field again.
...
The next morning, already in other fields were cultivated by those old disciples, and Inner Disciple remained in this area. There were only Liu Ming and nothing more.
But at noon, Liu Ming stood at the center of the field and looked at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots, but he could only frown.
At this moment, because his two arms are too hard, already becomes acupuncture-like pain throughout the body, and he can no longer continue to dig the soil.
"Yes, there aren't many alreadys that can persist in this new entry disciple."
At behind, suddenly heard a faint voice.
Liu Ming was shocked, and turned around in a hurry, it is exactly the old Spirit Master.
At this time, he looked at Liu Ming's with a little applause.
"Meet Martial Uncle!"
Liu Ming dare not neglect.
"Which vein are you disciple and what is your name?" the old farmer asked.
"disciple Bai Congtian, Nine Infants disciple." Liu Ming Honest replied.
"Nine Infants, that's disciple of Senior Brother Gui. How many Spiritual Pulse are you, not Personal Disciple ?" The old farmer looked at him up and down and asked again.
"The junior is Three Spiritual Pulse, how could it be Personal Disciple ." Liu Ming said respectfully.
"Three Spiritual Pulse, latent talent is too low, which is a pity. Otherwise, with your perseverance, the husband would like to ask you to come and earn disciple." Veteran hearing this said with a sigh of relief.
"disciple is ashamed, I don't know if Martial Uncle is ..." Liu Ming heard a movement in his heart, cannot help but asked.
"My surname is Su, you can just call me Martial Uncle Su. But depending on how you are now, it's impossible to continue. I will pass you a set of forged body punches now, just hit it a few times and you can The swell on my arm was removed. "
"many thanks Martial Uncle Su is loving." Liu Ming listened, naturally overjoyed.
"You don't need many thanks, this forged boxing originally is Body Refining Technique which can be cultivation one year after starting disciple. I just taught you nothing more in advance." Martial Uncle Su said calmly.
Then he moved his body, put on a weird posture, and started to play a set of weird boxing skills. at the same time also said some kind of chant.
Liu Ming did n’t know how many secret skills on Savage Island that year. Naturally, he was very interested in this kind of boxing skills. Immediately, the spirit was refreshed. Using innate skill of do two things at once, the **** of the gods began to remember the tricks of the old farmer. Chant reads in his mouth.
As a result, when the veteran only hit this boxing skill a third time, Liu Ming remembered it in his head, and did it on the spot.
Martial Uncle Su Seeing this, his face was even more regretful, but he turned away and said nothing.
While Liu Ming stayed in place, completely immersed in this forged boxing fist. After seven or eight punches in one breath, I just felt hot and my red and swollen arms really recovered as usual.
Not only that, he also feels more energetic than before.
Liu Ming is overjoyed, only to discover that the "Martial Uncle Su" already is not around. After a moment of thought, he picks up the **** on the ground and continues to put up the field.
In the evening of three days later, when Liu Ming threw his **** in his hand, stretched his waist, and stood up again, his field already was smashed. It was not only half a foot deep, but also a mess. The grass is invisible.
Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to deliver the mission to "Martial Uncle Su", but there was a sound from the sky, and grey cloud descended from the sky.
Here are the old disciples who have cultivated with him two days ago.
This Inner Disciple stands silently at the edge of the field, but it is hard to hide a trace of joy on everyone's face.
Liu Ming was very puzzled. When he wanted to ask one or two in the past, the Martial Uncle Su also flew out of the forest in a cloud and flew directly to Spirit Farms.
I saw him holding a small golden bowl in one hand, but the large sleeves kept moving in one hand, and there were many golden yellow particles sprinkled from the air, spreading evenly in each field.
Liu Ming naturally hurriedly avoided when he saw the clouds flying to his field.
After a while, the old peasant went down to grey cloud, threw the golden bowl in his hand, and tossed a little bit in his mouth, he turned it into a water tank in golden light.
Then the sound of the "murmur" in the water tank, a stream of milky-white spring water spurted out from it, and it turned into a bit of rain falling in each field below, and continued.
Liu Ming can clearly sense the dense origin force aura in the field even though it is standing outside the field.
What's even more weird is that with the endless rain, a green rice seedling was drilled in the field below, and it grew at a speed at lightning speed visible to the naked eye, and began to plump.
When two hours later, the rain in the sky came to an end, the more than one hundred acres of heaven and earth turned golden yellow, and there was a huge rice half-foot high.
"Old rules, everyone can go to their own field to pick ten spirit spikes, and then leave on their own." At this time, the old farmer gave a faint command, and then he flew away from the drive Cloud towards forest.
The disciple waiting for the long time in the field outside, after bowing and claiming thanks, they rushed into their fields, started to pick up a few ears of rice, and cut them with various thing.
Everyone is very honest, they only collect ten ears of rice in the field. No one dares to take more fraction.
"What use is this Senior Brother, these Spirit Stalks in the end, and why are all Senior Brother so happy?" Liu Ming looked for a while, could not help but, stepped forward to grab a ten who was about to leave after taking the rice spike Asked a young disciple, seven or eight years old.
"Huh, this is Spirit Rice. It ’s good to eat it when you go back to cooking it. You go back and taste it, and you'll know." The male disciple was a little impatient, and hurriedly said a few words before driving. left.
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