"Peng!" Sparks flew from the ground.
Liu Ming only felt his hands heat up and under a strong rebound, the silver hoe almost flew out of his hands.
The ground was as hard as iron and the hoe was unable to penetrate the soil at all.
Liu Ming was startled and hurriedly bent down to carefully observe the ground. Only then did he discover that this place was different from normal farmland. The soil here was actually purplish red.
The roots of the weeds were deeply rooted in the ground and gathered all the soil together, as if it was a whole.
He frowned and poked the purplish red soil with his finger, only to feel that it was abnormally cold and hard.
"Kid, stop studying it. This is not normal soil, it is the 'Growing Soil' that is specially used to grow Spirit Rice. Normal methods will not be able to move it. " A half-naked, muscular man nearby saw Liu Ming's actions from afar and immediately said with a laugh.
"Growing Soil."
It was Liu Ming's first time hearing this name. He immediately stood up and looked at the other busy inner sect disciples.
He saw that although the disciples in the nearby fields were also waving their silver hoes, they all landed silently and could only lift a thin layer of soil that was an inch deep.
The silver hoes in their hands were all emitting a faint white light. It was obvious that they were not doing something as simple as hoeing.
"This thing is actually a Practitioner Weapon."
Liu Ming retracted his gaze and once again looked at the hoe in his hands. Only then did he discover that the surface of the hoe was engraved with some shallow spirit inscriptions. His face could not help but reveal a trace of surprise.
"Since it is a Practitioner Weapon, I can only try pouring my Yuan Li into it." Liu Ming's thoughts turned and immediately the Yuan Li in his body moved through his two hands and poured into the hoe.
But after a while, his expression changed.
No matter how much Yuan Li he poured in, the hoe did not change at all. It was as if all the Yuan Li he poured in was useless.
Liu Ming frowned. After thinking for a while, he changed the Fa Li that he had just converted and slowly transferred it into the hoe in his hands.
After a while, the spirit inscriptions on the surface of the hoe lit up and a layer of soft white light appeared.
As expected!
No wonder there were only Inner Court Disciples here and not a single Outer Court Disciple was here. If they wanted to move the Growing Soil, they would have to use their magic power.
After Liu Ming understood the situation, he didn't think too much about it. With a spin of his two hands, the silver hoe fell down again.
"Pu!"
The silver hoe fell on the ground, still producing a muffled sound, but at least a thin layer of purplish-red soil and some weeds were uprooted.
Liu Ming heaved a sigh of relief and began to work hard …
Half a day later, Liu Ming sat cross-legged in the field, quietly breathing. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. But when he looked at the field that had just been hoed, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This Growing Soil was really hard to plow. Just plowing the soil had not only depleted his Fa Li several times, but even his arms were starting to ache.
What made him even more speechless was that in the purplish-red soil that he had just plowed through, there were some weeds that suddenly sprouted out of the ground. Although they were still very short, when he plowed through the soil a second time, there would still be some resistance.
As for the other fields next to it, there were a few inner sect disciples in their twenties with profound magic power. They had already finished hoeing the fields very easily. They walked into the dense forest and handed in their task to the old man before flying away on clouds.
As for the other seventeen to eighteen year old disciples, they had already hoed their fields a few inches deep. It seemed that they would be able to finish their task in half a day.
When Liu Ming saw this, he could only smile bitterly.
He could not compare to these older disciples. With his shallow Fa Li, it would only be enough to hoe half a foot deep in three days. How would he have the time to rest?
But what made him even more depressed was that he seemed to be the only new disciple here.
But thinking about it, this was normal.
In this Opening Spirit Ceremony, there were only a few dozen people who became Spirit Apostles. Everyone received their task at different times and the details of the Sect's tasks were also very different.
It really wasn't an easy task to get them together.
After thinking for a while, Liu Ming clenched his teeth and stood up. He walked to the edge of the field and with a flash of white light, he once again hoed the field.
… …
The next morning, the other fields had already been plowed by the older disciples. The only Inner Court Disciple that remained was Liu Ming.
But when it was noon, Liu Ming stood in the middle of the field and looked at his two red arms that were swollen like carrots. He could only frown.
At this moment, because he had used too much strength in his arms, his entire body was in pain. He could not continue hoeing the soil.
"Not bad, there are not many new disciples that can endure until now."
Behind him, a faint voice suddenly came out.
Liu Ming was shocked and quickly turned around. It was the Spirit Master who looked like an old farmer.
At this moment, he looked at Liu Ming with a look of approval.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"
Liu Ming did not dare to be negligent and went forward to greet him.
"Which faction are you from? What is your name?" The old farmer asked.
"I am Bai Cong Tian, under the Nine Infants Faction." Liu Ming replied honestly.
"Jiu Ying is the disciple of Senior Gui. What Spiritual Pulse do you have? You're not a Direct Disciple, right? "The old farmer looked him up and down and asked.
"I am a Three Spiritual Pulse, how could I be a Direct Disciple?" Liu Ming said respectfully.
"Three Spiritual Pulse, your talent is a bit too low. What a pity. Otherwise, with your willpower, this old man would have wanted to ask you to come over and take you in as a disciple. "The old farmer sighed softly when he heard this.
"I am ashamed, I don't know who Martial Uncle is …" Liu Ming heard this and couldn't help but ask.
"My surname is Su, you can just call me Martial Uncle Su. But looking at you now, it is impossible for you to continue. I will teach you a set of Honing Fists. As long as you practice it a few times, the bruises on your arms will be gone. "
"Thank you Martial Uncle Su for your kindness." When Liu Ming heard this, he was naturally very happy.
"You don't need to thank me. This Honing Fists is a Body Tempering Technique that all disciples can learn after a year. I am only teaching it to you in advance." Martial Uncle Su said calmly.
Then, his body moved and he got into a strange posture. He started to practice a set of strange fist techniques and at the same time, he was chanting some sort of incantation.
When Liu Ming was on Savage Island, he had seen many secret techniques. Naturally, he was very interested in a fist technique that was similar to a secret technique. Immediately, he used his talent of doing two things at once and memorized every move and incantation that the old farmer was chanting.
In the end, after the old farmer practiced the fist technique for the third time, Liu Ming had already memorized it and practiced it again without any mistakes.
When Martial Uncle Su saw this, a trace of regret appeared on his face, but he didn't say anything else and turned to leave.
And Liu Ming, who stayed where he was, was completely immersed in the Honing Fists. In one breath, he practiced it seven or eight times. He only felt that his body was steaming hot and his swollen arms returned to normal.
Not only that, he felt that his spirit was even more vigorous than before.
Liu Ming was overjoyed. Only then did he realize that Martial Uncle 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 fields.
Three days later, in the evening, when Liu Ming threw away the hoe in his hand, stretched his waist and stood up again, the field under his feet had been hoed. Not only was the soil half a foot deep, but not a single weed could be seen.
Just as Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to hand over the task to "Martial Uncle Su", there was an air-piercing sound from the horizon. Groups of gray clouds descended from the sky.
They were the old disciples who had farmed with him two days ago.
This group of inner disciples stood silently at the side of the field, but they couldn't hide the joy on their faces.
Liu Ming was extremely puzzled. Just as he was about to go over and ask, that Martial Uncle Su also rode a cloud and flew out of the forest. In one breath, he flew directly to the top of the spirit field.
He was holding a small golden bowl in one hand and waving his sleeve with the other. There were many golden granules falling from the sky, evenly covering every piece of the field.
When Liu Ming saw the cloud fly to his field, he hurriedly avoided it.
After a while, the gray cloud under the old farmer's body stopped and he threw the golden bowl in his hand into the sky. He muttered something and pointed at it. In the golden light, it actually turned into the size of a water jar.
Immediately thereafter, a gurgling sound rang out from within the water tank, and bursts of white spring water gushed out of the tank, then sprinkled onto the fields down below as droplets of rain.
Although Liu Ming was standing outside the field, he could still clearly feel the thick aura of Yuan Li that filled the field.
What was even more strange was that as the rain continued to fall, green rice seedlings actually emerged from the field. They grew at a speed that was visible to the naked eye and began to bear full ears.
After two hours, the rain suddenly stopped. The field of more than a hundred acres suddenly turned into a patch of gold. There were huge rice seedlings that were half a foot tall growing inside.
"Same old rules. Everyone can go to your field and pick ten Spirit Ears. Then, you can leave." At this time, the old farmer's indifferent voice came from the sky. Then, he rode his cloud and flew into the forest.
The disciples who had been waiting outside the field bowed and thanked him. Then, they rushed into their fields and began to pick the rice. They used all kinds of tools to harvest the rice.
Everyone was very obedient and actually only picked ten rice ears from the field. No one dared to take more than that.
"Senior Martial Brother, what is the use of these Spirit Ears? Why are all the Senior Martial Brothers so happy?" After watching for a while, Liu Ming couldn't bear it anymore. He took a few steps forward and stopped a young disciple who was about to leave after picking the rice ears.
"Hmph, this is Spirit Rice. If you go back and cook it, it will have a lot of benefits. Go back and try it yourself. You will naturally know. "The male disciple was a bit impatient. After saying a few words, he rode his cloud and left.
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