Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan whistled through the sky, attracting a lot of attention.

A group of farmer disciples are plowing in the fields, raising their heads and pointing at the sky.

“Look, what's that? ”

“Looks like Li Qingshan! ”

Farmers' disciples were all amazed. There was unspeakable envy in their eyes. Unconsciously, Li Qingshan had also become the wind and cloud figure of hundreds of households. All of them were well-behaved and enemies on weekdays. They were also famous figures.

More recently, the soldier's master, Han An Jun, intentionally recruited Li Qingshan's son-in-law and married the second sister of the family to him. In just one year's time, from the disciples of the most embarrassing novelists, to practitioners who are also of civilian origin, it is a legendary figure.

“Hey, Lee Long, isn't that your hometown? ”

Li Long stood barefoot on a field of rice, green seedlings, neatly arranged, this is not Changsheng Island, but an island where farmers specialize in planting crops, allocated to new disciples, he also got a piece of his own land.

He leaned back and gave the light blue trajectory, disappearing into the sky. Remember what Master once said, he will surely be a great person, but I'm afraid even Master can't imagine, he can get to this point!

He lowered his head and smiled. “No, he's our hero from Bull Village. ”

In last spring's quiz, his wooden attributes reached B, passed the farmer's assessment and became a farmer's disciple.

At first, Li Village Chief wanted his son to go to the Iron Fist Gate to practice martial arts, but he didn't think that he would eventually return to the land. The farmer is indeed a good fit for a disciple with flat qualifications and no background.

Spiritual crops can be grown as a substitute for dandruff, slightly improve human physique, grow what to eat, exchange it with other brothers and sisters, or sell it as a spirit stone if there is a surplus.

Compared to other households, farmers' lives are monotonous and boring, circulating and removing weeds, nourishing each seedling with true temperatures. Many people find it boring, often to call friends to play in Qinghe Mansion. The young master of Iron Fist Gate also invited Li Long several times.

Li Long refused, he had to return Li Qingshan's 100 spirit stones. He had to pay the next year's spirit stones, and he had to work hard to practice, so as not to double the tuition fee, and he couldn't afford to be lazy.

Gradually, the young master stopped coming. He listened to classes from morning to night, and grey face was consumed in the ground. He could fall asleep with a pillow. He could not breathe under the heavy pressure.

I remember the year when I was a kid, I followed my father a dozen miles of mountain road to pick up water, picked back up water, poured into the ground, blinked and dried. That was a desperate situation, came down a day, my hands and feet were covered with blood bubbles.

Grandpa sighed and said, "Grounds are to compete with heaven." Yes, it's not just the prerogative of the practitioner to compete with God!

Perhaps because his ancestors were farmers, and the farmer's blood flowed through him, in this primitive labor he gradually realized unprecedented happiness. Watching the seedlings thrive day after day, they also seemed to warm him as he fed them with true temperatures.

Unconsciously, his gas refining cultivation broke through the air refining of the Changjiang and Lake characters, went beyond the strict protection method, and reached the third level.

On that day, he was happy to lie down and cry, tears fell in the field, and remembered that at the end of the drought, it was raining heavily, and he was happy to roll in the rain, and that happiness was never comparable to finding a red girl to sleep in a rain tower.

After that day, his heart was set, and the musicians performed freely and publicly, and he didn't go to see it. Li Qingshan challenged the soldier's disciple's liveliness, and he didn't go to see it either. Until today, he suddenly realized that he was no longer jealous of Li Qingshan.

A farmer disciple said: "It's about to be tested. I heard he's good at spiritual rainfall. Why don't you let him pour the ground for you? ”

Farmers also have a way of trying out farmers, which is to look at whose crops are well managed, and the winner will have some rewards.

Li Long clapped the dirt on his hand and laughed: “I'll ask him. See if he's free.” This year, he has never approached Li Qingshan once. He has a hidden feeling of inferiority in his heart, let alone a desire to think that he is going to climb. To this day, without jealousy, there is no inferiority of nature, and he can finally repay the original kindness a little.

Seeing this hometown, Li Qingshan almost dared not recognize it. His dark face, rough hands, and earthy qi were still like the original wind of the bovine village Jie Jie, a pair of warm and peaceful eyes, revealing a completely different temperament.

Li Long looked at Li Qingshan again, but he also had a similar feeling. He felt steady and confident and looked forward to being proud of himself. The name Qingshan was ridiculed by the village for many years, and now it is understood, the meaning of this name.

Li Long took out a bag of rice: “I planted this myself. Try it! Spirit Stone, I'm a little out of hand. If you're not in a hurry, another year and a half will do. ”

“It's okay to wait another three or five years, you can't run anyway.” Li Qingshan opened the rice bag and looked at the bright white rice. Each one has a peanut size and a fresh fragrance of spiritual energy. Praise: “Good rice, if I look at these rice, I can reach 50 spiritual stones. If you can bring out three more bags, we'll be clear. ”

“Next year, the others are either eaten or sold!” Li Long nodded thankfully, not because of the spirit stone, but because of respect. His eyes swept through the bamboo groves of Cloud Island: "It's a shame about this place, and these shoots. ”

Farmers' land allocation to each disciple is ultimately limited, and nowadays the highest land area per capita is no more than that of a novelist.

As one of the main islands, Yunnan Island is a spiritual land. Naturally, it is much better than the island on which Li Long grows rice. If it is used to grow some crops, it need not be so fine. After a little cleaning up, it has a lot of harvest every year. These broken bamboo shoots are also spiritual.

The more Li Qingshan realizes that Yunfeng Island is a real treasure land, it must not be allowed to others: “If you like it, you can cultivate a kind of seed. These bamboo shoots can be picked freely. I don't have time to worry about it anyway. ”

Though picked asparagus can be a substitute for dandruff, it is of limited utility, and some are not compensated for, so it is better to follow the heart to learn alchemy.

Some regrets that Li Long did not come to Yunfeng Island early to visit, and did not want to take advantage of the bargain. Finally, it was agreed with Li Qingshan that his labor, planted crops and harvested bamboo shoots were all divided into half of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan is happy to be able to help his hometown and to leverage a lot of things. Even if he doesn't eat these things, it's also good to restore vitality to Maru.

Speaking of which, the guy's hibernation, it's time to go!

Just thinking about it, he felt the wormbag tremble in his waist. He said yes to Li Long's request to help him water.

“I have some things to do. You go back first, I'll be there in a minute! ”

After Li Long left, Li Qingshan released Ma Lu and gave him a bag of rice to eat: “Don't worry, there will be bamboo shoots to eat. Just bear with me a little longer, I will take you back to the basement soon. ”

Bringing Maru back to the wormbag, he went to help Li Long carry out several spiritual rains. When Xiao 'an came back to cope with the scene at the Buddha's house, they crossed the Dragon Snake Formation together and left the hundred Sutras.

First come to Qinghe Fucheng, this Li Qingshan will take the paintings given by Qingdanqing to cruise the parties, it is certainly best to be able to accomplish some tasks and earn some credit.

Deacon Qingcai, who manages the release task, dare not be lazy, bring out the task book and select it for Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan carefully picked it out. By chance, he saw a task marked as being carried out. The executor was Qian Yungxuan. "Is Qian Yungxuan back yet? ”

“Lord Qian, I've been back twice, and I'll be back on a mission soon."

Three missions, all to remote areas far from the capital.

Li Qingshan said: This woman is not only harsh on other people, but she really doesn't make a difference to herself. It's like she's looking for death.

Choosing the task, Li Qingshan was about to leave. The Deacon of Qingyu suddenly said: “Lord Li, Lord Han, you are upstairs now. ”

There is no more news and gossip spreading faster than Hanabi News. Although the two parties are unknown, they are spreading boiling in the Eagle Wolf Guard. Han's son-in-law is no small matter.

Li Qingshan said: "Is Master Han here too? That's a visit. ”

“Master Li, be careful. Master Han has been in a bad mood lately. ”

Li Qingshan knew that most of this had something to do with him. He felt some guilt in his heart, and he couldn't help but go to an explanation.

Spring sun melts and slopes into the room.

Han Qiongzhi was frowning, sitting in a position praised by flowers to handle his official duties, his shoulders were dyed blonde brown, but on his face it was like killing the winter. He suddenly heard a few knocks, and his head didn't lift cold voice: “Come in. ”

Li Qingshan asked Xiaoan to wait outside and pushed himself in: "Sister Han! ”

When Han Qiongzhi looked at Li Qingshan, an anger arose in his heart. After that night, he thought the relationship had progressed. He waited only for him to come to her, but he waited left and right. He didn't see his people. After listening, he knew that he had closed down again, but he didn't even tell her.

I immediately put a cold cream on my face and drank: "Get out! ”

Li Qingshan sighed and retreated.

“Come back!” Han Jong-juan rose. She didn't expect him to even explain.

Li Qingshan said: “Anything else? ”

“You, you're pissing me off!” Han Qiongzhi bit her lip and felt bitter in her heart. The situation of that night was still there. Why did she ever lower herself so much to please a man, but she was so gently laid back.

Li Qingshan's heart was intolerable. She was the first woman in this world to like him, and she looked more real and cute than Gu Yanshadow, far from the sky.

If he could, he wouldn't want to disappoint her, but since he had no reason, he didn't have to get involved. He could only say sorry: "Come on, Anne! ”

Long corridor, Li Qingshan frowned and walked in front. Xiao An followed closely, suddenly lifting his hand to hold his sleeve.

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