Chapter 10 What land? What grass?

  "What the heck is going on, Brother Meng? What's inside that thing? I've got a small bow and arrow here, and the task is to shoot down an eagle, what kind of nonsense is this? And looking at these three generations of disciples, they don't seem like they'll help us either. My old man spent a fortune on me, if I get eliminated, he'll skin me alive."

  Zhang Xiaojing was getting impatient.

  Hu Jing didn't bother with Xiao Pangzi, "Wang Meng, what's going on inside?"

  "Cultivate the primordial energy, and the task is to open up one mu of spiritual land."

  "Isn't it? When farmers are also considered tasks?" Zhang Xiaopang's face was full of doubt.

  Hu Jing couldn't help but pause for a moment, "How could that be? The foundation of sword cultivation is the Small Sword Manual... Ah."

  "What's wrong, Hu Dami? Don't talk halfway! How can these guys be so thick-skinned and thin-skinned at the same time? I'll go find them!"

  The fatty was anxious as soon as he heard it.

  Wang Meng suddenly understood, shrugged his shoulders, "I am a second-layer cultivator of the Fate Scar, even if I were given the Small Sword Manual, I wouldn't be able to cultivate it. Never mind, I'm just opening up my spiritual fields, not shooting and killing tigers and eagles."

  "Wang Meng, I've heard before coming here that this entrance task is not simple!" Hu Jing said.

  "Can't we just ask those second-generation masters for guidance instead of figuring it out ourselves?"

  Zhang Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and he got an idea.

  "Hu Jing glanced at the little fatty and said, 'Even if you don't look for them, they will still find you. As long as they can benefit from it, they will definitely guide you. But cultivation still depends on yourself, you weigh it yourself, just don't be deceived by them.'"

  Hu Jing knew that Zhang Xiaojiang had a Ling Stone, which was also a treasure for the three generations of disciples, but this did not mean that they could pass the test.

  "Understood, understood! My family is in business, what kind of swindler can deceive my discerning eye!"

  Zhang Xiaopang patted his belly.

  This point Wang Meng was relieved, don't look at Xiao Pang's usual laughter and jokes, but it's not that easy to deceive him.

  "I have the Small Circulation Refining the Original Qi Returning Heart Method here, and my task is to take care of Zhao Ya's elder's alchemy furnace."

  "I'm dizzy, what kind of world is this? You're all digging the ground and wiping the dan furnace, how did I end up so miserable? What's with Tiger Eagle, sounds like a domineering name!"

  Zhang Xiaopang said with great pain and reluctance.

  "Zhang Xiaopang, our test may not be easier than yours, I'm afraid there's more to it."

  Hu Jing said.

  Wang Meng nodded solemnly, "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and cultivation is no exception. Zhang Xiaopang, don't slack off, whether it's the Tiger Eagle or the Dragon Eagle, you must kill them all."

  Zhang Xiaopang's round face suddenly scrunched up, and he stretched out his chubby hand. "Alright, I'm a bit fired up too! Let's do this together! One month from now, we'll definitely become official disciples!"

  Hu Jing's hand patted upwards, "It definitely will!"

  Wang Meng put his hand on top of it and said, "That's inevitable. The three of us are geniuses who meet only once in a hundred years!"

  Some of the fellow travelers have already started to find the third-generation disciples to get close, while Wang Meng and his two companions went to their respective residences according to the instructions of the talisman.

  ……

  I thought the accommodation would be close to Leiguan Hall, but as I walked further and further away, after half a ringtone, I saw a small broken house at the foot of the mountain with a sign that read "Bingzifang 58" swaying in the wind.

  Wang Meng was also stunned for a moment, can this be considered a house?

  It can't be said that it's fragile, but it's really shabby. Opening the grass hut, inside is empty, with only a single plank bed, and leaning against it is a rusty hoe, which was the only property left to him by his predecessor.

  Wang Meng touched it, confirming that it wasn't a divine artifact. He stretched his body and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The tension from the flying boat combined with walking so far on the mountain road had left him exhausted now that he could finally relax.

  Anyway, finally arrived in "paradise", and made a leap towards the light board bed.

  Rumble...

  The wooden bed collapsed with a loud crash, and Wang Meng was left seeing stars. The thatched roof of the hut caved in, and the straw poured down. Wang Meng struggled to free himself, poking his head out to gaze up at the starry sky... speechless.

  This is the first day of Super Sage King Meng's cultivation in the future.

  At this time, in a room of the Sword Sect's temple, a lovely girl who looked like a little fairy was lying on the bed, swinging her white legs and making crisp laughter that sounded like a bell.

  Her opposite was a discarded Wang Meng's Eightfold, but at this time the Eightfold was much larger, with a faint flame overflowing from his body, incomparably elegant.

  "I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter! Are there still such stupid people? Xiao Hong, Ba Zhe, it's really embarrassing that they came up with such a low-class name. Is Little Ling furious?"

  The little girl laughed and rolled around on the bed, while the little spirit beside her looked very helpless.

  The majestic Nine-Heaven Fire Luan was treated as a mere Sparrow Demon, which was indeed humiliating.

  "By the way, Little Spirit, there's actually a monster here that can hurt you. If our task wasn't still unfinished, I'd really like to take you to beat it up right now."

  Zhao Lingxuan's big eyes, like stars, blinked with interest.

  The nine-heaven fire bird shook its feathers, raised its head and cried out a few times. Zhao Lingxuan stroked its head, "Alright, alright, I know you're fine too. The five-turn golden rhinoceros is quite rare here, but those two guys you met are even more interesting - geniuses with double fate marks, aren't they just geniuses everywhere?"

  Jiutian Huolan nodded in agreement, thinking that if it weren't for the fact that her opponent had helped her out once, she would have to teach this impudent fool a lesson.

  Although the spirit beast cannot speak, it can communicate with its master through soul connection.

  "Right, isn't he the new disciple of Jianzong, Lei Guangfentang? Hehe, let's go find him and have some fun!"

  Zhao Lingxuan suddenly clapped her hands, as if she had discovered a new continent. The Jiutian Huoluan beside her shook her head like a rattle drum, and she never wanted to see that crude turtle again.

  "Xiao Ling, we're in this together, don't be afraid. We'll sneak out and sneak back, Master won't notice!"

  Zhao Lingxuan's eyes shone with an unstoppable light, practicing day and night, whether he became immortal or not was unknown, but he was about to become a nervous wreck.

  Jiutian Huolan shrugged helplessly, what's so great about this bumpkin?

  Thinking of this guy's affectionate behavior towards himself, Jiutian Huoluan felt a bellyful of anger.

  The sky was just bright, Wang Meng suddenly felt a little itchy nose, and a sneeze woke himself up. The place with full energy is indeed different. Yesterday he was tired like an old ox, but today he was refreshed and energetic. He patted the dust and straw on his body, shouldered his hoe, and started his first day of cultivation with great enthusiasm.

  What is called a spiritual field is the black soil at the door of a thatched cottage. It has to be said that this black soil with a faint glow indeed has a very strong aura. He wants to remove weeds from this land within a month and then turn the land over.

  Wang Meng estimated that it would take at most half a month to finish, then he went to help Zhang Xiaopang catch some tigers and eagles.

  Wang Meng took out his magical instrument - the Heart-Protecting Mirror. "Mirror, mirror, who is the most talented cultivator in this world?"

  The mirror rippled with a layer of light, and a voice that someone had heard hundreds of times rang out, "Wang Meng, undoubtedly Wang Meng!"

  Wang Meng swung his fist and shouted "Let's go!"

  He swung his hoe with a few whoops, raised it high and brought it down with a "hai", not to mention the crops were in perfect shape, he was indeed following in his father's footsteps as a farmer.

  This is the first step towards success, and of course, we must go all out!

  Bang...

  It was like hitting an iron plate, the huge counter-shock force made the hoe head directly smash onto Wang Meng's head, instantly a bump appeared, and he was also knocked over.

  "Dry, how can it be so hard." Wang Meng covered his head, squatted down to study the ground, and found that it was as hard as a rock.

  Staring at the weeds everywhere, Wang Meng had a somewhat ominous premonition, and with a forceful tug, ...it didn't budge at all.

  The annual meeting is back, and the world has become more and more unscrupulous, with moral integrity becoming increasingly unpredictable. Of course, the four overflowing emotions are indispensable, and legend has it that some people have reached the realm of nourishing yang with yang.

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