The Legend of Cultivation by Little Mortals

The golden sun rose slowly, and two people came from Medicine Valley.

The tall and thin black eagle obediently followed behind a woman in a cyan shirt, not daring to breathe.

The woman was in her early twenties, with fair skin, and a playful red beauty spot under her slightly upturned sexy lips.

She is Xu Ying, an inner disciple. She has a slutty figure that attracts bees and butterflies, but she is a strict and rigid woman on weekdays.

Among the disciples of the inner sect, Xu Ying's cultivation was not outstanding among the disciples of the inner sect, but she was rich in miscellaneous knowledge, and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the sect to be responsible for the management and planting of herbs for the entire Jianmen.

As an inner disciple, this is an absolute boss!

During the five years in Jianmen, Zhang Ye had the good fortune to see Xu Ying's silhouette several times from afar.

Entering the medicine field, Xu Ying wrinkled her head when she saw a thin figure sleeping beside her.

Hei Ying, who was good at observing words and expressions, immediately raised his hand and whipped the whip, and slap——Zhang Ye's body was ripped apart, and he jumped up amidst the screams.

"Brother... I'm not lazy." Zhang Ye always said that.

"Do you remember being eaten by a dog? The medicine field is related to Jianmen pills, so you can't be careless, and you are sleeping again." Hei Ying shouted.

Xu Ying frowned for the second time: "Okay, just stop talking."

"Yes, Senior Sister." Hei Ying stepped back immediately, bowing his head respectfully.

Xu Ying usually doesn't have much memory of Zhang Ye, she just met him in a hurry a few years ago.

At this time, he looked up and down, and was stunned for a moment. He was also thin and thin, but this guy had grown up a lot, and his skin was shining brightly. Although he looked thin, he was very good-looking, and his aura was compelling.

"come over."

Xu Ying stretched out her graceful palm and beckoned.

After Zhang Ye walked over with a guilty conscience, Xu Ying gently pressed the palm of Zhang Ye's head on top of Zhang Ye's head, and a burst of alcohol and true energy poured into her body.

Xu Ying calmed down for a while, and said in a warm voice: "I thought you had practiced the magic formula. Your inner body is a bit strange. There are no traces of the magic formula, but there are many characteristics on the outside."

According to the school rules, stealing lessons would be punished. Zhang Ye was too frightened to breathe, fearing that his senior sister would notice that he practiced too long boxing secretly.

In fact, it’s too much to worry about. Taichangquan is an entry-level crop style, not to mention that it is widely spread among outer disciples. Even outside of Jianmen, there are many farmers and ordinary people who practice it. It is not a secret.

At that time, Master Taixuan established a sect here, and taught this set of Taichangquan to the aborigines. It was a blessing, and it was passed down from generation to generation. There were too many people who practiced Taichangquan, and eventually there were hundreds of Taichangquan. Version, do not know who is correct.

No one would punish Zhang Ye if he didn't have the method of Xiu Nei, just Taichang fist.

Without delay, Xu Ying strolled through the fields to inspect the herbs.

The aura of strange flowers and plants showed various forms. They seemed to be angry at Zhang Ye being beaten, or bowed their heads to ignore people, or were sad, or indignant, completely different from the usual delicate and charming.

Xu Ying's face brightened, and she knelt down to examine carefully.

Then she looked back at Zhang Ye: "You have been taking care of this medicine field?"

Zhang Ye was a little afraid to answer.

"You are deaf, senior sister is asking questions!" Hei Ying roared beside him.

Xu Ying got up and pointed at Black Eagle, "If you dare to yell at him again, I'll hit you once. If you dare to hit him once, I'll hit you ten times."

Hei Ying's expression changed, and he nodded, "Yes, Senior Sister."

"Zhang Ye, have you always taken care of this medicine field?" Xu Ying asked again.

"Yes, Senior Sister." Zhang Ye nodded, "I also have a lot of odd jobs, and occasionally help other senior brothers take care of the medicine field."

"Okay, from today onwards, your rations will be doubled, and you don't have to do anything except take care of this field." Xu Ying's face turned cold at the end, "Who dares to ask you to do other things, just tell me !"

Hei Ying immediately turned pale with fright. . .

"Little Treasure, I'm afraid we're out of luck this time, and we'll have more food in the future."

In front of the thatched hut in the afternoon, Zhang Ye was happily hugging a little rambunctious dog who was as thin as him.

This strange-looking yellow dog was picked up by Zhang Ye in the mountains two years ago.

At that time, Xiaobao was so young that he was dying of hunger, so Zhang Ye brought him back and named him Xiaobao.

Feeling that Xiaobao's experience was similar to his own, Zhang Ye shared some of his own small rations with Xiaobao after that.

In the past two years, Xiaobao and Zhang Ye have not had enough to eat, but they have grown up step by step.

For several years, Zhang Ye's only friends were Xiaobao, and the exotic flowers and plants in the medicine field. . .

Now the workload is much less, Zhang Ye is very comfortable leaning on the bluestone in front of the door to bask in the sun.

The sun was shining on me, it was warm.

He also thought of Senior Sister Xu Ying's calm and fair demeanor. The senior sisters in the inner sect are different, which is convincing. . .

After Xu Ying checked Zhang Ye's medicine field, she checked the rest of the medicine fields in the medicine valley.The more you look, the more you frown.

Those medicine fields that she was optimistic about in the past, now seem so unpleasant.

Xu Ying is still not sure why the aura in Zhang Ye's medicine field is more than twice as strong as the others?

These medicine fields handed over to the disciples of the outer sect are the basic medicine fields of the Taixuan sect. They are very ordinary and belong to the second grade fields.

The medicine field is more environment-friendly, as well as the degree of aura adequacy, the first grade is the lowest level, it can be regarded as an ordinary farmland, and it is mostly used to grow rations for outer disciples.

As for the second-grade fields, the earth energy and essence have already been initially implied, and it would be a waste to grow food. Most of the second-grade fields are used to grow some herbs as auxiliary materials for alchemy.

In theory, a second-grade field can only grow second-grade medicinal materials.

But the strange thing is that Xu Ying vaguely felt that the medicinal materials in Zhang Ye's field might produce thought power and be promoted to the third rank.

It would be shocking if that were the case.

This is like a leapfrog challenge among sword cultivators.

In addition, for some unknown reason, the aura and soil in Zhang Ye's second-grade field actually began to be somewhat different.

Although Xu Ying is in charge of this aspect of affairs, she is only an inner disciple after all, and she is only an entry-level disciple in terms of knowledge and cultivation.She wasn't quite sure what she saw, and was afraid of being punished, so she didn't plan to report to the higher authorities for the time being.Decided to figure out the ins and outs first. . .

The sun sets, the stars fall, and the stars move.

The bell rang again in the morning, and Zhang Ye shut Xiaobao in the house.I went to farm.

If you take Xiaobao there, Xiaobao will definitely be beaten to death by Senior Brother Black Eagle. If you leave it alone, maybe Xiaobao will run around and be caught by other senior brothers, and it will be a big trouble.

Xiaobao is one of Zhang Ye's few friends, and he doesn't want to lose this dependable friend.

When entering Medicine Valley, different from the bad attitude in the past, the disciple of the outer deacon stationed at the entrance of the valley today smiled and nodded, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Excellent." Zhang Ye nodded and walked away.

After the person disappeared, the guy spat on the ground: "What is it, the half-crippled boy, who was spotted by Senior Sister Xu Ying, and really thought it flew up the branch?"

. . .

Zhang Ye was still patiently throwing himself in the field.

He takes care of flowers and plants differently from others.

Ten acres of medicine fields, do not follow the steps to apply spiritual fertilizers, and remove insects and loosen the soil in large areas.

Zhang Ye memorized every flower and plant in the ten-acre medicine field, and took care of them one by one.

He was always so cautious, afraid that if one of the trees had a problem, he would be beaten to death by Brother Black Eagle.

After a long time, Zhang Ye can easily remember the morphological characteristics of every flower and plant. He can vaguely feel which flower is shy and which flower is irritable.

In addition, he has never fertilized. For some reason, he feels that using spiritual fertilizer is to exert "chronic hormones" on these flowers and plants.

"Are you bullying other flowers and plants again?"

Zhang Ye grabbed a "colorful plant ear" as usual to teach him a lesson.

Zhang Ye named the most domineering guy in the medicine field "Seven Stars Containing the Moon".

After being taught a lesson, Qixing Hanyue became more honest and shrank its own branches and leaves.This guy spread out the branches and leaves before, covering the sunlight of several flowers and plants around him.

It takes too much energy to take care of the medicine fields, Zhang Ye doesn't feel bitter, he has always gotten along with these flowers and plants like this.

Flowers and plants are his friends.

Lean on the bluestone at night and drink a sip of wine.

Zhang Ye is not very good at drinking, but alcohol is a luxury among outer disciples, and he dare not think about it usually.

For some unknown reason this time, the two guys who used to bully Zhang Ye the most brought a small jug of wine.

Zhang Ye learned to live a life of petty bourgeoisie.

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