Demon’s Diary

“Bang," sparks splattered all over the ground.

Liu Ming felt his hands warm and under a huge bounce, the silver hoe almost threw out his hand.

The heavens and earth are as hard as iron, and silver hoes cannot enter the earth at all.

Liu Ming suddenly leaned over and looked carefully at the ground, which revealed that since the land was different from ordinary farmland, the soil inside was actually purple red.

And those weed roots are deeply grounded, bringing all the soil together, as if they were one round.

His eyebrows poked a finger of purple red dirt and he only felt unusually cold and hard.

“Kid, stop studying. This is not ordinary soil, but rather“ soil ”specializing in the cultivation of rice, and the general method cannot be hoed at all.” A nearby bare-skinned man revealed his muscles, and after seeing Liu Ming's movements far away, he laughed.

“Breathing soil."

For the first time, Liu Ming naturally got up and looked at other busy inner disciples.

Seeing disciples in nearby plots of land, though also a raging silver hoe, one landed silently and could only lift a thin layer of dirt deep in inches,

And the silver hoe in their hands, one by one, emits a pale white light, obviously not just a hoe simple thing.

“This thing is a figurine. ”

Liu Ming retracted his eyes and fell back into his own hands. Only then did he discover that the surface of the hoe was imprinted with some light spiritual prints. He could not help but show a hint of surprise on his face.

“Since it is a symbol, it is only possible to inject the element first.” Liu Mingxin turned his mind, and when the internal force of the body moved, he poured it into the silver hoe with his hands.

But after a while, his face changed.

No matter how much force he injected, the hoe still hasn't changed as if the previous injection was all useless.

Liu Ming's eyebrows frowned. After rethinking, he changed his newly transformed powers and slowly moved into what was in his hands.

Results For a moment, the silver hoe surface was bright with a layer of gentle white light.

It really is!

No wonder there is only an inner disciple, no outer disciple is seen here, to hock the earth, it is necessary to use magic.

After Liu Ming figured out this matter, he didn't think much of it. One round with both hands, the silver hoe fell again.

“Pfft”.

The silver hoe landed on the ground and still sounded bored, but finally a thin layer of purple-red soil and some weeds hoisted up.

After Liu Ming spits a light breath, he starts to muffle his head and dry...

After half a day, Liu Mingdi sat quietly in the field and threw up. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, but swept the field he had just hoisted over, and couldn't help laughing.

This soil is really hard to cultivate, a previous hoe, not only has the power consumed a few times, even the body's arms start to ache a lot.

Something more silent about him, among the purple-red soil that has just been hoisted, there are also weeds coming out of the ground, although it is very short, but when you want to hose the soil again for a second time, resistance will not go anywhere small.

As for the other fields next to it, there were several inner disciples in their twenties, who were highly powerful, who had easily completed their hoe fields, walked into the dense forest and handed over tasks to the elderly, and then left emptying the cloud.

As for some other 17-18-year-old disciples, they also howed their fields a few inches deep, and it seems that they will be able to accomplish their mission in half a day at most.

When Liu Ming witnessed all this, he could only smile.

Compared to these old disciples, he can't afford to spend three days half-foot deep on the hoe, which is just enough, there's no time for more rest.

But what made him a little more depressed was that the new disciple here seemed to be just him.

But it's also normal to think about it.

There were only a few dozen spiritual spiritualists at this opening ceremony. Each person receives the task for a different amount of time, and the specific content of the sectorial task may vary considerably.

It's not an easy thing to get together.

After a moment of reflection, Liu Ming stood up again after biting his teeth and walked to the edge of the field. After the white light of the silver hoe flashed in his hand, he fell again into the field.

……

The next morning, the other fields had been cultivated by the old disciples, and the inner disciple, Heran, was only Liu Ming alone.

But at noon, Liu Ming stood at the center of the field, staring at the two swollen red arms like carrots, and had to frown tightly.

At this moment, he, his two arms, due to excessive force, has become painful as a needle puncture, and he can no longer continue howling.

“Well, there aren't many new introductory disciples that can hold up to this point. ”

Behind him suddenly came a faint voice.

Liu Ming turned around in a panic, and Heran was the old peasant spiritual master.

At this time, he, looking at Liu Ming, had quite a few compliments.

“See Uncle Master! ”

Liu Ming did not dare to be lazy, so he went forward to see the salute.

“What kind of disciple are you, what's your name?” The old farmer asked.

“Disciple Bai Zhengtian, under the Nine Baby Gate.” Liu Ming replied honestly.

“Nine Babies, that's under Brother Kei's door. You are a spiritual vein, not a direct disciple.” The old farmer looked at him again and asked.

“The descendants are the three spiritual veins, how can they be direct disciples?” Liu Ming respectfully said.

“Three spiritual veins, too low qualifications, some unfortunate. Otherwise, with your perseverance, the old man would like to ask you to come and collect you under the door.” The old farmer sniffed and sighed and said.

“The disciple was ashamed, I didn't know his uncle was...” Liu Ming asked.

“My name is Su, just call me Uncle Su. But looking at you as you are, it's impossible to keep going. I'll pass you a set of body boxes now. Just hit it a few times and you can remove all the bruising from your arm. ”

“Thank you Uncle Su for your kind love.” Liu Ming listened, naturally happy.

“You don't have to thank me for anything. This exercise was supposed to be a refining technique that the introductory disciple could practise in a year's time, but I just taught it to you in advance.” Uncle Su said softly.

Then he moved his body and set up a strange gesture, and began to play a set of strange boxing techniques in one form, while also reading a certain tone of speech.

Liu Ming did not know how many secrets he had seen on Murder Island in that year. Naturally, he was very interested in this kind of secret-like boxing technique. When the spirit was vibrated, he used his gift of single-minded use, and God would begin to remember the old farmer's manoeuvres and the words in his mouth.

As a result, when the old farmer only punched this punch for the third time, Liu Ming remembered it all in his mind and punched it again on the spot.

Uncle Su's face looked even more regrettable when he saw this, but no longer said anything to turn away.

And Liu Ming stayed in place, completely immersed in this forging fist, after one breath seven or eight times, only felt the hot air, the red swollen arms really recovered.

Not only that, but he also felt more spiritual than before.

Liu Ming Daxi found out that the “Uncle Su" was no longer around. After a moment of reflection, he picked up the hoe on the ground and continued to hoe the fields.

In the evening of three days later, when Liu Ming threw a hoe in his hand and stretched his waist to stand up again, Heran's foot of the field had been hoed, not only the pine earth was half a foot deep, but also a weed could not be seen.

Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to deliver the task to “Uncle Su", but there was a broken sound coming from the sky. A group of grey clouds fell from the sky.

Heran was the same old disciples he had cultivated with the other day.

The Inner Sect disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but everyone's face covered with joy.

Liu Mingxin was extremely confused. Just as he wanted to go over and ask one or two questions, the Uncle Su also flew out of the forest in a cloud and flew directly over Lingtian in one breath.

He was seen holding a small golden bowl with one hand, but his big sleeves kept moving, hidden many golden particles sprinkled from the air down the ocean, spread evenly throughout each field.

When Liu Ming saw that the clouds would fly to his fields, he naturally panicked and avoided.

A moment later, the old farmer poured a gray cloud under his body and threw the gold bowl in his hand at high altitude. After reading words in his mouth and pounding his fingers, he actually turned into a cistern-like size in gold light.

Then the "grunt” water sounded in the water tank, and a stream of milky white spring water sprayed out of it, and the water spilled into a little rain water in every field below, continuously.

Though standing outside the field, Liu Ming can still clearly sense the intense power of the field.

What is even weirder is that, as the rain continues, a lush seedling of green oil is drilled into the field below, and it rises rapidly and begins to fill its ears at visible speeds.

When one hour later, the rains in the air stopped, the hundred acres of heaven and earth turned into a golden yellow patch, filled with huge half-length rice.

“The old rule is that each person can pick ten spiritual ears in his own field and leave by himself.” At this time, the old farmer's faint voice came from the sky and then drove the cloud into the forest.

The disciples who had been waiting for many years in the field, after bowing and claiming their gratitude, entered their fields and began to pick a rice ear and cut it with a variety of things.

And everyone is very honest, and they really only charge ten ears in the field, and no one dares to score more points.

“What good are these spiritual ears, this brother, and why are you all so happy?” Liu Ming watched for a while and couldn't bear to go any further. He grabbed a young disciple, aged seventeen or eighteen, who was about to leave after taking his rice ear, and asked.

“Hmm, this is Ling Mei, there are a lot of advantages to eating when cooked back. You go back and taste it, you'll see.” The male disciple was impatient and hurried to say two words before leaving the cloud.

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