The early spring wind carries a chill.

The figure in green shirt walked slowly along the mountain path, carrying an old hoe and moving forward slowly.

Chen Xia finally found the method that best suited his life.

Farming.

He doesn't eat either, but watching the crops mature and the fruit trees grow will give him a deeper understanding of time.

It’s not like I was in seclusion for more than ten years and still don’t know what happened when I came out.

And farming is not boring. Chen Xia is now studying grafting watermelon and garlic together, so that you can eat garlic-flavored watermelon even without a kitchen knife.

If it succeeds, it will probably become one of the most useless inventions, but maybe someone will take advantage of it.

Chen Xia put down the old hoe on her shoulders and sat at the door of the hut she built, looking at the various crops on the land.

The small tree outside the house has grown up this year, sprouting new buds and producing young leaves. The fruits are slowly growing on the branches and gradually hanging.

Chen Xia came to his senses.

It had already become dark.

Many days have passed.

He often does this now. He will be immersed in watching the plants grow, and then forget the length of time. When he wakes up, he has no idea how much time has passed.

Half-sized fruits were hung on the small tree, weighing down the branches.

Chen Xia shook his head, picked up the hoe, and walked into the house.

Over the past few decades, he has made a very outrageous decision.

All points are added to luck.

As a result, his luck directly reached forty, which was higher than his strength, and he even unlocked an achievement.

Lucky man.

[Lucky man: You are one of a kind. You will be blessed with luck in big things, and you will be absolutely lucky in small things!]

After Chen Xia experimented for a while, he knew what was going on.

The smaller the impact on him, the luckier he will be, and the greater the impact on him, the more lucky he will be.

For example, Chen Xia sometimes digs out gold when digging in the soil, but gold is of no use to him, so this is absolute luck in small things.

As for the blessing of luck in major events, Chen Xia thought for a moment, maybe it was equivalent to a critical hit.

For example, when you are fighting against an evenly matched opponent, you should only have 100% of your strength, but you end up with 20% of your strength.

This is lucky blessing.

Therefore, Chen Xia is now increasing his luck and has some thoughts of accumulating critical hits.

As long as the luck stack is high enough and the trigger probability is stable enough, then critical strike is his strength!

Chen Xia stretched out, sat on the bed, took a breath, calmed down, and began to practice the "Xuanhun Daozhang".

In the early stage of this method, you need to condense Xuanhunqi, and only then can you write chapters in your body. Each chapter represents a spell.

Divided into five elements, yin and yang.

There is nothing much to say about the Five Elements, it is commonplace.

But yin and yang are interesting. Yin is empty and yang is real.

Among the Yinxu Taoist Chapters, there is one that Chen Xia is interested in, called Netherworld Desperate Realm.

The effect is to pull a monk who is lower than the Mahayana into it and start a forced duel. After the spell is cast, it will only be lifted if one of them dies.

Chen Xia calls it opening a house for short.

And this seemingly fair technique has an extremely unfair setting.

The homeowner can obtain 30% of the other party's strength blessing.

What stands out is that I not only want to open a room, but I also want to steal people.

It is indeed a very powerful Dao Chapter, and it is also very suitable for a being like Chen Xia who can catch and fight fiercely.

However, it is extremely difficult to write this Taoist chapter in the body. It requires three thousand profound energy, and there must be no mistakes. It must be imprinted in the body stroke by stroke, and the workmanship must be perfect without even a trace of deviation.

Only in this way can this chapter be completed.

Chen Xia has only condensed thirty Xuan Qi now, which is still far from the three thousand Xuan Qi needed to write this chapter.

But he is not in a hurry, he has become stronger very quickly, much faster than others.

Nowadays, except for the old immortals who are still in seclusion, there is no one worthy of Chen Xia's attention in the world.

But in fact, you don't need to pay too much attention to this old immortal. In terms of Chen Xia's speed of becoming stronger, not even the upper realm monks can match him, let alone this old immortal.

The last time the monks from the upper realm came, they said that the most they could do in this world was to build foundations.

That proves that the old immortal is actually in the foundation-building realm.

A monk who has not had a golden elixir for more than two hundred years is really not worth worrying about for Chen Xia.

He has now almost completed his practice of the "Great Turtle Breathing Technique", and the golden elixir is only thirty years away at most. When the golden elixir is completed, who in the world can beat him?

However, Chen Xia has no idea of ​​dominating the world. He is too lazy and just wants to live a good life for himself and worry about other things.

And he has really never entered the Jianghu. He has been living in seclusion, living alone, and no one comes to disturb him in this deep mountain and old forest, which is suitable for meditation.

Chen Xia sat calmly, spared his cheeks, and began to operate the "Big Turtle Breath Technique". These techniques all require time to stack up and comprehend, and one operation takes several days.

Fortunately, Chen Xia has plenty of time.

This year's fruit tree harvest was very good, but Chen Xia didn't pick it, so it was better to just leave it there.

After this year, Chen Xia will not add any more luck and will continue to increase his strength. As for the option of mana, there is no need to worry. When the strength is enough in the future, he can just add more mana.

A responsible man must be strong.

He exhaled a thick breath, picked up the rust-enchanted hoe, and slowly walked out of the house, thinking about taking care of the wasteland.

As soon as she walked out of the door, Chen Xia looked at the heavy fruits on the tree.

The bright and crystal clear fruits hang, showing the power of new life.

Unknowingly, the sun and moon rotate.

The first day has passed.

The fruit has not changed and is still hanging on the branches, weighing down the entire branch.

The next day, there was light rain.

With the addition of rainwater, the fruit becomes more and more crystal clear, just like a person's best eighteen years.

Day five.

The fruit is fully ripe, as red as rouge, and is very eye-catching among the green trees.

Day 15.

The outer skin of the fruit began to wrinkle, the color was not as bright as before, and it was crumbling.

Day 30.

The fruit was smashed to the ground, its skin and flesh were damaged, and it was deeply sunk into the soil. Its appearance was no longer the bright red color of the past, but instead became an old burgundy color.

Day ninety.

Without the fruit, only renovated soil remains.

This is two months.

Chen Xia still stood there, making no movement. His expression was empty, as if he was thinking about something.

Seventh month.

The leaves of the small trees turned yellow and fell downwards one after another, and soon a large amount of fallen leaves piled up on the ground.

The third year.

When the little tree grows up, it is not inferior to all the trees around it, but of course it is not any stronger.

The house where Chen Xia was standing already showed signs of decay, and ants emerged from the gaps in the wood from time to time.

These are the traces of time.

The tenth year.

The small tree has grown into a big tree, and it has borne fruit countless times, and it is at its peak.

Time exerts its power at this moment, changing everything invisibly.

Twenty years.

The wooden house collapsed completely. Chen Xia stood among the ruins, still staring at the trees, but his expression was no longer confused.

He knew exactly what he was doing, but he just didn't want to move.

Maybe the devil is stunned.

But he wanted to finish it.

After reading the life of a tree, see the power of his strangest time.

Chen Xia's lifespan is endless and has no end in sight, so he never understood the feeling of the flow of time before.

Looking at the tree now, I feel time for the first time.

Thirty years.

The tree's growth rings begin to spread, officially entering its long life cycle.
To be continued...