A washed-up martial arts master reborn thirty years ago

The blood rice stands tall and straight on the field, its leaves have turned golden, and the plump grains of blood rice are hanging down.

Seeing this harvest scene,

Yang Qingyun was also delighted.

From hoeing to sowing to growing and watering, and even the mid-term process of loosening soil and removing insects, Yang Qingyun managed everything with care.

Until I finally saw the harvest on the ground,

Seeing that my past efforts are finally bearing fruit at this moment,

It made him feel extremely comfortable,

There was a vague realization.

"Life, growth, reincarnation, unyielding"

Yang Qingyun felt it carefully in his heart, and the sword power he felt seemed to resonate with it.

But unfortunately,

After all, this understanding was not deep enough, and it failed to allow him to make a breakthrough in the way of the sword.

Fortunately, after this period of understanding and training, his understanding of the way of the sword has reached a higher level, and he has gone deeper and deeper on this path.

But the more he understood the way of the sword, the more he understood that the previous realm was not so easy to achieve.

This requires deeper accumulation.

Only then can you have enough foundation to support your breakthrough to the next level when the opportunity comes.

"It's a pity that after these days of enlightenment, the will of the sword that lingered on that piece of black sword fragment has been completely wiped out."

"Without such external force, I can only rely on my own efforts to master the art of swordsmanship."

Yang Qingyun sighed slightly and shook his head slightly.

Although I am a little sorry about this,

But he didn't take it too seriously.

Putting aside many thoughts in his mind, Yang Qingyun went to the Foreign Affairs Hall again, preparing to have people come to inspect the blood essence rice.

At this time, the steward of the Foreign Affairs Hall is no longer the same senior brother as before, and it is not known whether he went to retreat to practice or was transferred out.

The new manager was a little surprised about Yang Qingyun's purpose. Someone actually took on such a task and completed it.

The other party was not prepared for this, so the manager asked Yang Qingyun to go back first.

In two days, someone from the Miscellaneous Affairs Office will come up to check and accept it.

Yang Qingyun didn't say anything.

Just go back and do the final touches.

Looking at the golden color of the fields, Yang Qingyun was also in a good mood.

This acre of blood essence rice can produce at least one hundred kilograms of blood essence rice. When the time comes, if you hand over fifty kilograms of blood essence rice, the remaining half will be yours!

This kind of resource that can provide a large amount of food essence for warriors is not a cheap thing!

In some cases, it is even more precious than the elixir that Yang Qingyun refined when he was in Huangshi Town!

"Fifty kilograms of Blood Essence Rice can be sold for at least twenty or thirty Yuan Stones, plus the completion reward of five Yuan Stones. Calculating this, the harvest from growing Blood Essence Rice is pretty good!"

Yang Qingyun secretly calculated in his heart.

But what he doesn't know is,

It is not unreasonable that Changchun Temple just wants to hand over fifty kilograms of Blood Essence Valley.

Because the land is hard, most of the disciples in the temple who accept the task will basically not plow and hoe an entire acre of land like him, let alone ridging the land.

Just dig a hole, sow the seeds, wait for them to germinate, carry a few buckets of water and pour them on the ground, let alone watering them for two days every day.

In this way,

For such a task, one acre of land can eventually yield fifty or sixty, which is considered good.

For the disciples in the temple who passed by, even the Blood Essence Valley they extracted in the end was not enough for fifty kilograms, so they had to take out part of the five primeval stones as a reward and hand it over.

It is completely unbelievable for others that he can achieve such a gain!

Just these things,

He is not very clear.

Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day,

A sword-wielding young man about fifteen years old, dressed in rich clothes, with a handsome face and a touch of arrogance in his eyes, came over with two passersby-looking men.

Yang Qingyun was about to go over to greet him.

But he didn't even look at Yang Qingyun, and flicked his sleeves:

"I'm Du Wei. I'm here to inspect the blood essence rice. Don't talk nonsense, just take me there!"

Although he said this, his footsteps did not pause at all until he walked towards the field.

The two errand boys behind him followed closely.

One of them even glared at Yang Qingyun and scolded him with fake power.

"What are you still doing? Young Master is from the Du family, one of the eight great families in the Chu Kingdom. Why don't you hurry up and greet us?!"

Yang Qingyun's face darkened, and he looked a little unkind.

But those two dog legs had already left proudly.

"snort!"

Yang Qingyun snorted coldly, feeling a little unhappy.

But after all, he was not an ordinary young man, and he quickly suppressed his unhappy mood. It was not because he was afraid of their bullshit Du family, but because he didn't like to cause trouble by nature.

Forget it, just bear with it.

There will always be some mentally retarded people in this world, so just treat them as caring for the mentally retarded.

And at the same time,

Du Wei, who arrived at Tiandi Park first, hesitated, looking at the golden expanse in front of him, his pupils narrowed.

The two bastards who followed closely behind them also stagnated in their steps.

Taking a slight breath:

"Hiss! I didn't expect that guy doesn't look like much, but he is quite capable."

The attendant was also a little stunned by the harvest scene in front of him, and said in a low voice.

The current harvest of the Blood Essence Valley is so good,

At least more than double that of others!

With such a result, after turning in fifty kilograms of harvest, I am afraid that I will make a lot of money!

Follower Gou Legs felt sour in his heart.

And at this time,

Du Wei's eyes flashed slightly, but a greedy thought arose in his heart.

Although he is a member of the Du family, one of the eight aristocratic families, he is not a legitimate son. What's more, whether it is precious cultivation resources such as Yuan Stone or Blood Essence Valley, the benefits he can get from his family every month are only two or three. The level of Yuanshi.

As for this large area of ​​Blood Essence Valley, after turning in the fifty kilograms of harvest inside the temple, the rest is enough to sell for twenty or thirty Yuan Stones!

Why? !

Jealousy burrows deep into the blood vessels and heart like a little snake.

"Wangcai, do you recognize that kid just now?"

Du Wei suddenly asked the dogleg beside him.

"Young Master, I don't recognize him, but I can be sure that that boy definitely does not belong to any of the eight aristocratic families, any of the royal family, or even some middle-level aristocratic families, and he should not have any backing."

"Even before I started, I had already memorized the images of those important people in my mind!"

"That's right, sir. I don't have any impression of that kid. You see he is so professional in farming. He is probably from a mud-legged background."

Another follower, Dog Legs, responded calmly.

Du Wei nodded slightly, an idea already rising in his heart.

Not long after,

Yang Qingyun had already walked in from behind and said calmly:

"Senior brother, has this been accepted?"

"Okay, you can go back and hand in the mission."

Du Wei was a little unhappy with Yang Qingyun's nonchalant tone, and waved his sleeves at Yang Qingyun, as if to drive away annoying flies.

"Go over and hand in the mission now? What about the remaining Blood Essence Valley?"

Yang Qingyun frowned slightly, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.

"What's left?"

Du Wei seemed to have a look of surprise on his face and looked at Yang Qingyun:

"Isn't it true that we can only harvest fifty kilograms of Blood Essence Valley here, which is just enough to cover the portion that needs to be handed over? Where is the rest?"