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Li Qingshan's figure roaring through the sky attracted a lot of attention.--./-./

A group of peasant disciples were farming in the fields, tilting their heads up and pointing at the sky.

"Look, what is that?"

"It seems to be Li Qingshan!"

The peasant disciples were all amazed, with indescribable envy in their eyes. Unconsciously, Li Qingshan has become a sensible figure in the Hundred Schools of Scholars. Those who are good friends and enemies are all famous figures.

Recently, there have been rumors that Han Anjun, the head of the military family, intends to recruit Li Qingshan to marry the second senior sister of the Fa family to him. In just one year, he has gone from the most embarrassing novelist disciple to this point. For practitioners who also belong to civilians, they are simply legendary figures.

"Hey, Li Long, isn't that your fellow countryman?"

Li Long stood barefoot on a paddy field, with green seedlings arranged neatly. This is not Changsheng Island, but an island where farmers specialize in planting crops. He allocated it to his new disciples, and he also obtained a piece of his own land.

He raised his head and watched the light blue track disappear into the sky. I remember that the master once said that he would become an amazing person, but I am afraid even the master would never have imagined that he could get to this point!

He lowered his head and smiled, "No, he is the great hero of our Woniu Village."

In the test last spring, his wood attribute reached B, passed the assessment of the farmer and became a disciple of the farmer.

Back then, Village Chief Li asked his son to stop farming and practice martial arts. However, he did not expect that he would return to the land in the end. The farmer's family is indeed very suitable for his disciples with mediocre qualifications and no background.

The spiritual crops planted can replace elixirs and improve people's physical fitness bit by bit. They can also be exchanged with other brothers and brothers, if there is a surplus, they can also be sold for spiritual stones.

Compared with other families, the life of the farm is monotonous and boring. It removes weeds repeatedly and uses the real air to raise every seedling. Many people feel bored and often call their friends to help. When they go to Qinghe Mansion to play, the young master of the Iron Fist Sect also invited Li Long several times.

Li Long refused. He had to return Li Qingshan's hundred spirit stones and hand over the next year's spirit stones. He had to work hard to practice so as not to double the tuition fee and not tolerate any slackness.

Gradually, the young master stopped coming. He was from morning to night. In addition to listening to classes, he was scattered in the ground. He could fall asleep as soon as he touched his pillow, and was so breathless that he was under the heavy pressure.

I remembered that when I was a child, I followed my father to carry water for more than ten miles of mountain roads. The water I brought back was poured into the ground and dried in the blink of an eye. The situation was really desperate. After a day, my hands and feet were covered with blood blisters.

Grandpa sighed and said, "Farming means fighting for fate with heaven." Yes, fighting for fate with heaven is not just a privilege for practitioners!"

Perhaps it is because the ancestors have been farmers for generations, and the farmers' blood flows in his body. In this primitive work, he gradually felt unprecedented happiness. Watching the seedlings grow vigorously day by day, when he nourishes them with the true energy, they seem to be nourishing him.

Before he knew it, his qi cultivation level broke through the natural barrier of qi refining ordinary people in the martial arts world, surpassed the Yan Guardian, and reached the third level.

That day, he was happily lying on the ground and cried, and tears fell into the fields. He remembered the heavy rain when the drought ended. He rolled in the rain happily. That kind of happiness was definitely not comparable to finding a red girl to sleep in the ** Building.

From that day on, his heart calmed down. He did not watch the Lejia’s free public performance. Li Qingshan challenged the lively atmosphere of military disciples. Until today, he suddenly realized that he was no longer jealous of Li Qingshan.

A peasant disciple said, "The assessment is about to be held. I heard that he is good at spiritual rain techniques. Why don't you let him water the ground for you?"

Farmers also have a way to compete, that is, to see whose crops are well managed, the winner will have some rewards.

Li Long patted the soil on his hand and smiled and said, "I'll ask him if he's free?" In the past year, he has never looked for Li Qingshan once. He has a faint feeling of inferiority in his heart, and he doesn't want people to think that he wants to cling to him. To this day, without jealousy, he naturally has no inferiority. Moreover, he can finally repay his kindness slightly.

When Li Qingshan saw this fellow villager again, he almost didn't dare to recognize him. His dark face, rough hands, and rustic look were not like the hero of Woniu Village who was so energetic at the time. His warm and peaceful eyes showed a completely different temperament from before.

When Li Long looked at Li Qingshan again, he also had similar feelings, calm and confident, and looked at himself. The name Qingshan was once ridiculed by the village for many years, but now he has realized the meaning of this name.

Li Long took out a bag of spiritual rice and said, "I planted it myself, please try it! I'm still a little uneasy. If you are not in a hurry, it will be almost done for another year or two."

"No hurry, it doesn't matter if you wait for another three or five years. You can't escape anyway." Li Qingshan opened the rice bag and saw that the white rice was the size of a peanut, emitting a fragrant aura. He praised: "Good rice, I see these rice can be worth fifty spirit stones. If you can take out three more bags, we will clear them up."

"Next year, the rest are either eaten or sold!" Li Long nodded gratefully, not because of the spirit stone, but because of respect. His eyes flew across the large bamboo forest on Yunxu Island: "It's a pity here, there are also these bamboo shoots."

The land distributed to each disciple by the farmer is limited after all, and among the hundreds of schools, the number one with the highest per capita land area is the novelist.

As one of the main islands, Yunxu Island is a good spiritual land, so it is naturally much better than the island where Li Long planted rice. If it is used to plant some crops, it does not have to be so fine. If you take a little care, you will have a lot of harvest every year. These bamboo shoots that break through the ground are also rich in spiritual energy.

Li Qingshan realized more and more that Yunxu Island was a real treasure land and must not be given to others: "If you like it, just cultivate it and plant it. These bamboo shoots can be picked at will, and I don't have time to take care of them anyway."

Although the picked spiritual bamboo shoots can replace elixirs, their effectiveness is limited, which is not worth the effort for him. It is better to learn alchemy from Ruxin.

Li Long regretted not visiting Yunxu Island early, nor was he willing to take advantage of it. Finally, he agreed with Li Qingshan that he had labored and half of the crops he planted and the bamboo shoots he picked were all divided into Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan was also happy that he could not only help his fellow villagers but also make many things in vain. Even if he didn't eat these things, it would be good to restore Ma Lu's vitality.

Speaking of which, it’s time for that guy to hibernate!

Just as he was thinking about this, he felt the insect sac on his waist tremble. He agreed to Li Long's request to help him water.

"I have something to do, you go back first, and I will go there later!"

After Li Long left, Li Qingshan released Ma Lu and gave him a bag of spiritual rice: "Don't worry, wait, there will be bamboo shoots to eat. If you want to endure it a little, I'll take you back to the ground soon."

He took Ma Lu back into the insect sack and helped Li Long perform the spiritual rain technique several times. When Xiao An came back from dealing with the scene in Buddhism, the two of them walked through the dragon and snake formation together and left the Baijia Scholar Academy.

First, Li Qingshan will take the paintings given by Chu Danqing to tour all parties. It is of course the best way to complete some tasks and earn some merits.

The Qingyi Deacon, who was managing and publishing tasks, dared not neglect it, so he took out the task book and chose it for Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan carefully selected and accidentally saw a task marked behind it. The executor was Qian Rongzhi and asked, "Is Qian Rongzhi back?"

"Mr. Qian, I've been back twice and I've taken the task out again immediately."

All three missions were to go to remote areas far away from the city.

Li Qingshan thought to himself: This woman is not only cruel to others, but also to herself. She is like seeking death.

After choosing the task, Li Qingshan was about to leave, the blue-clothed deacon suddenly said, "Mr. Li, Lord Han, now upstairs."

There is no more gossip news in the world than gossip news. Although the two parties involved are at a loss, they have spread among the Eagle and Wolf Guards. It is no trivial to recruit a son-in-law in the Han family.

Li Qingshan said: "Is Senior Sister Han here too? Then I have to visit me."

"Sir Li, be careful. Lord Han is in a bad mood recently."

Li Qingshan knew that this was probably related to him, and felt a little guilty, and he had to give an explanation.

Spring is warm and the room is shining in a slanted light.

Han Qiongzhi was frowning and was sitting in Hua Chengzan's position to handle official business. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed golden brown, but her face seemed to be solemn and winter. Suddenly, she heard a few knocks on the door and said coldly without raising her head: "Come in."

Li Qingshan asked Xiao An to wait outside and pushed the door open and came in: "Senior Sister Han!"

When Han Qiongzhi saw Li Qingshan, a sense of anger suddenly arose in her heart. After that night, she thought that the relationship between the two had progressed, so she just waited for him to come to find her, but she waited and saw no one. After asking, she realized that he was going to seclusion again, but she didn't even say anything to her.

A layer of frost immediately formed on his face and he shouted, "Go out!"

Li Qingshan sighed lightly and retreated again.

"Come back!" Han Qiongzhi stood up suddenly. She didn't expect that he didn't even want to explain.

Li Qingshan said: "What else is there?"

"You, you're so angry!" Han Qiongzhi bit her lip, feeling a little bitter. The situation that night was still vivid in her mind. She had never lowered her figure so much to please a man, but was so despised and perfunctory.

Li Qingshan couldn't bear it. This was the first woman who liked him in this life, and she looked more real and cute than Gu Yanying who was far away in the sky.

If possible, he would not want to let her down, but since he had no chance, there was no need to bother her. He could only apologize: "Let's go, Xiao An!"

In the long corridor, Li Qingshan frowned and walked in front, Xiao An followed closely behind, and suddenly raised his hand to hold his sleeve.

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