Author: Liufengxiao

Daliang Jian'an twenty-four years.

This year, Ming Xuan is already ten years old. He has been practicing martial arts with Ming Buyan, Nangong Chan and Ren Guyun for several years and has achieved some success.

Now he can be regarded as a super first-class warrior.

A ten-year-old super-class martial artist, which shows that Mingxuan's qualifications are quite good.

"Dad, you have been carving these jade stones for several years. What are they used for?" Ming Xuan looked at Ming Buyan under the tree and asked curiously.

"Oh, don't underestimate these jade stones. They may be the foundation of Daliang's country in the future." Ming Wuyan said with a slight smile.

If the large-scale Yimu Array is completed, even if it can only increase Daliang's grain output several times, it will definitely be regarded as a valuable weapon of the country.

"Oh, I think that the true foundation of a country is martial arts. Only if martial arts is strong can a country be strengthened by force! Even if it is possible to unify the world, all nations will come to court!"

Mingxuan waved his little fist, his eyes flashing.

"Well, you're right."

Ming Buyan touched Ming Xuan's head, smiled slightly, and thought thoughtfully. Although he was only ten years old this year, he was much precocious compared to his peers.

In name, he is the crown prince of Liang Dynasty.

However, according to the original plan, Mingxuan was the next emperor.

Maybe it’s time for the other party to learn about political affairs.

While thinking about it, he carved the technique into the jade without saying anything.

"The quantity should be enough."

After several years of carving, he couldn't even count how many jade stones he had engraved. Logically speaking, it was enough to build a large Yimu magic circle.

really.

Within two days, Ming Zhengyuan came to Yan Mansion to find him, "Xiao Qi, according to the drawings you gave me before, the jade stones have basically been arranged."

"Well, okay, then let's go and activate the formation."

Ming Wuyan nodded, and with a thought in his mind, the Haotian Sword flew out. He stepped on the sword body and wanted to use the sword to go to the formation.

Seeing this, Mingxuan said excitedly: "Dad, I want to go too."

To say that he wanted to go together, it would be better to say that he wanted to experience the feeling of wielding a sword. He knew what he was thinking without saying anything, and said, "Come up."

Mingxuan jumped up and came to the sword.

Whoosh!

The next moment, the father and son transformed into sword light and escaped into the clouds.

Ming Zhengyuan stayed where he was, shaking his head helplessly, "Are you abandoning me now? Forget it, I'd better go alone."

The Haotian Sword is not big enough to hold him up.

"Flying with a sword, you are truly a god!"

Looking at the sky, Gu Yun, the director of Tianjian Pavilion, couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

In the few years since he came to Yanfu, he occasionally saw Ming Wuyan's methods, and he felt more and more that this man was even more exaggerated and magical than the legend said.

The word god and man can be fully afforded.

…………

On the outskirts of the capital of Daliang, there is a vast hilly area.

This place is heavily guarded, but what is puzzling is that, except for a farm with a large amount of cultivated land, there is nothing of much value here.

Several agricultural officials gathered together and looked at the acres of fields in front of them. One of them couldn't help but shake his head and said with emotion: "It took several years to cultivate such a large-scale farm, and I don't know what your highness is going to do."

"Yes, the water quality, soil, and even the terrain here are not the best for farming. There are more lands in Daliang that are more suitable for farms than here. I don't know why Your Majesty chose to open a farm here."

"I also heard that shadow guards often come here and bury something in the ground. It seems to be hiding some secret."

The farmers and officials were talking a lot.

Suddenly, a figure came from the clouds with a sword.

"Yes, it's His Majesty the Seventh Prince."

"He's wielding a sword??"

The peasant officials were shocked. Although they had long heard that Ming Buyan's martial arts was extraordinary, they could not help but be shocked when they saw the sword for the first time.

They all stepped forward to greet him, "I have met His Highness."

"Well, no need to be polite."

Ming Wuyan waved his hand and put away the Haotian Sword. Ming Xuan was still immersed in the pleasure of flying with the sword, and his little face was full of excitement.

"It turns out that wielding a sword is so cool and joyful! Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with me learning the sword. One day, I will also wield a sword and ride the wind like my father!"

Mingxuan set a goal for himself.

After arriving at the farm, Ming Wuyan unfolded his spiritual thoughts and checked the construction of the Yimu array. The farm was very large, covering an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers.

Naturally, it was not an easy task for the Yimu magic circle he envisioned to cover such a large farm.

Therefore, he gave Ming Zhengyuan the drawings in advance and asked him to find someone to place the jade stones inscribed with spells one by one according to the magic circle.

But after all, these people don't understand the magic circle as well as he does. Even with the help of the drawings, there are still some minor loopholes in the layout.

Soon, Ming Zhengyuan also arrived. He looked at Ming Buyan expectantly, "Xiao Qi, can you activate the formation?"

"Have people take out the jade three miles to the southeast, move it ten steps back, and bury it again, and move the jade two miles to the southwest seven steps to the left..." Ming Wuyan listed some loopholes one by one.

pointed out.

Ming Zhengyuan asked people to do it one by one.

After everything is in order.

Ming Wuyan opened his hands, and the true energy in his body surged out like a surging ocean. The vast power was like a god descending, shaking the earth.

A hundred miles in radius, the mountains and rivers were shaken!

Everyone present, including great masters like Ming Zhengyuan, could not help but shrink their pupils and fell into unprecedented shock.

With the power of people, shake the mountains, rivers and the earth!

This, what kind of power is this?!

"What level has Xiao Qi's skill reached..."

Ming Zhengyuan asked himself that his skill was considered top-notch in the world, but compared with Ming Wuyan, it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, insignificant.

Even for a great master like him to do this, not to mention the agricultural officials, they all subconsciously knelt on the ground and shouted to the gods.

"Grandpa Huang, is my father really a god?"

Mingxuan was also stunned, with shock written all over his face.

"Maybe."

Ming Zhengyuan murmured.

Touching Mingxuan's head, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he felt the superb Qi in his body. Are all this family so scary?

The true energy poured out like a torrent, and under the control of Mingwu, it suddenly poured into the depths of the ground and injected into the entire Yimu magic circle.

Under the impact of the vast infuriating energy, the magic circle was activated and began to operate.

On the earth, green light spots emerged one after another, flying in the air like elves of life. A spring breeze blew in, and everyone present felt that their bodies were warm and comfortable being soaked in the hot springs.

After a while.

The Yimu magic circle is fully activated.

The earth returns to spring, flowers bloom, everything revives, and the crop seeds that were buried in the fields begin to take root and sprout, breaking out of the ground in the blink of an eye.

When the farmer saw this scene, his world view instantly collapsed.

"How is that possible?!"

"According to the environment here, it will take at least a month for these seeds to germinate. Why are they growing now..."

"Oh my God, this is a miracle, a miracle!!"

After activating the Yimu magic circle, Ming Wuyan gradually regained his true energy. He took a long breath and said, "This large magic circle is indeed a bit strenuous."

His energy has never been as depleted as it is today.

In order to activate this magic circle, he consumed almost one-third of his true energy.

But it seems to work pretty well.

Agricultural officials have rushed to the fields to check the grain production status. Ming is silent and Ming is watching from afar.

After a while, an agricultural official came to Ming Zhengyuan and said excitedly: "Your Majesty, the growth cycle of these grains has been greatly reduced, and the quality is better and the yield is higher. It can be harvested once in ten days, or at most ten days!"

Ming Zhengyuan's eyes lit up. He harvested every ten days...
To be continued...