Saint of the Confucian way

"Hundred weight!" Fang Yun answered without hesitation.

The old man was dressed in black, thin and expressionless. When he heard Fang Yun say that he was heavy, he just gave a faint sound, and then slowly explained: "do you know the rules of worry Valley?"

"I know," Fang Yun replied politely.

"Since you enter the valley of Shun, you should follow the example of the Sage 'Shun' and cultivate in the farmland. A heavy hardship is only cultivating an acre of land and then harvesting. A hundred times the hardship is not only cultivating a hundred acres of land, but also suffering a hundred times more than a heavy hardship. Only a great Confucian can bear a hundred times the hardship."

"My time is very tight, not to mention that there is no punishment for the failure of worry valley." Fang Yun said.

The old man pointed to the mountain on the right. The mountain was originally surrounded by clouds, but now the clouds have dispersed. A row of names are exposed from top to bottom. There are numbers in front of each name, from one to one hundred.

Almost all of those names are celebrities of Saint yuan.

"Although there is no punishment for failure, there will be rewards after success. Ten, fifty and hundred weights will each get a holy page. The ranking on the mountain is the ranking of everyone who entered the hardship Valley during the Imperial Academy period. The more the weight of success, the higher the ranking. If you directly choose the hundred hardship Valley this time, you will inevitably fail. After failure, you will not get the holy page, nor can you even enter the Han valley Forest ranking. "

Fang Yun said with a smile, "I come to worry Valley not for the holy page or ranking, but to sharpen myself as soon as possible. I will gain no matter whether I break into worry valley or not. Many times, I don't care about the results, but the process is more important."

"Oh? What is more important than the result and the process?"

"First love." Fang Yun replied solemnly.

The old man in the valley was stunned and lost his smile. Then he gently shook his head and said, "please enter the valley."

Fang Yun bowed his hands to the old man and stepped into the valley.

Through the valley, the front suddenly opened up.

Countless farmlands are inlaid on the ground like square lattices. Looking around, they have an unspeakable beauty.

Nearby, there are 100 mu of empty farmland, and on the edge of the farmland, there is a hut.

Fang Yun stepped out of the valley, and then felt that his strength was rapidly lost.

In the Hanlin hall, there was such a situation, but now the situation is more serious.

Fang Yun found that his connection with Wen Gong was completely blocked, and he could not use all his strength such as talent or courage, and his physical strength continued to lose.

Before long, Fang Yun became an ordinary young man.

Suddenly, Fang Yun heard the old man's voice.

"I want to tell you two things. First, Nanhai Dragon Palace, Beihai Dragon Palace, Xihai Dragon Palace and Lei family have joined hands to stop you from jumping over the dragon's gate. I know a little about their means, and you will surely fail. Second, although the barbarians invaded on a large scale, hundreds of millions of demons and barbarians went south, they didn't fight to death immediately. They were not blocked by the Terran war castle, they were waiting for you. As long as you dare to go north to fight , the half holy wolf will send out the whole army. You will die. "

"Thank you, old man."

Fang Yun didn't look back. He walked to the hut, but he was thinking about the old man's words in his heart.

"Mencius said that 'heaven will have great responsibilities, so people must first work hard, work hard, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and brush their actions in disorder', which is the test in the valley of suffering. The old man told me at this time that it must be 'hard work' and make my heart and spirit suffer."

"It was expected that the three seas Dragon Palace and the Lei family prevented me from jumping the dragon's gate. However, I don't know what means they have. The more so, the more suspicious I become, which also achieved the purpose of the suffering valley. However, the suffering Valley underestimated me, and this degree of suffering is not enough to fear."

"The second thing is more serious. It's not that the half holy wolf wants to kill me, but what means will the demon clan use to force me to go north? The demon can't do it, but what about the people inside the kingdom of Jing? That's the key. The other key is that the half holy wolf wants to kill me. Why doesn't the holy court stop it? Is it just because of the agreement between the two races that the holy throne can't directly fight against the non holy throne , as long as the wolf kill doesn't start, and the Barbarian King kills me, the saints really won't save me? "

"However, just like this, it can't make me suffer!"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and continued to move forward.

However, the more he walked, Fang Yun found that his body became heavier and heavier. After taking a few steps, his body seemed to be filled with lead.

"This is probably a hundred worries, which is far more difficult than normal."

Fang Yun went to the hut, and there was an artificial plow at the door.

There were no cows outside or inside the hut.

"I heard before that the first valley of distress was plowed with cattle. It was quite easy. I didn't expect that the hundred heavy distress had to plow by itself and plow a hundred mu manually!"

Fang Yun thought in his heart and helplessly picked up his hand to help the plow and walked slowly to the field.

Fang Yun glanced at the hundred acres of land in front of him, looked up at the hot sun in the sky, and frowned slightly. The sun here was in the sky, and the time was completely different from that of Shengyuan.

After carrying the artificial plow for more than ten steps, Fang Yun gasped gently, sweating like a note, and his chest, abdomen and back clothes were tightly attached to his body. He had to pinch his clothes and leave his body occasionally and shake gently to fan.

"Bang..."

Fang Yun threw the artificial plough heavily in the corner of the mu land, then adjusted the direction, so that the lower end of the plough was plunged into the ground and began to push the artificial plough. At the moment of pushing, Fang Yun felt great resistance, and at the same time felt a sense of powerless.

The Terrans basically plough with animals. At worst, two or three people plough together. Some people lead in front and others support in the back. This kind of ploughing by one person is rare.

However, if you don't plough, the crops will not grow well. Digging pits one by one to put seeds or bury seedlings is more time-consuming and laborious.

Fang Yun pushes the artificial plow forward slowly, and the soil turns over to both sides. This plowing is not only strength, but also pay attention to the direction and strength of the plow. If the direction is too far away, it will lead to uneven planting. If the strength is too small, the furrow is not deep, and if the strength is too large, it will take too much effort.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Yun felt his arm sour, but without saying a word, he continued to push the plow forward.

"That's how I work. I can stand it!" Fang Yun said to himself in his heart.

In the vast heaven and earth, everything seems to be static, and only a young man moves slowly in the field.

After a while, Fang Yun was soaked and gasped more and more.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yun's hands hurt. When he looked carefully, the part holding the plow turned red. If he continued, he would be abraded.

Fang Yun looked into the distance, looked at the black land in front, rested for a moment and ploughed again.

After a few breaths, Fang Yun suddenly heard the voice of the old man in the valley.

"... stop you from jumping the dragon's gate... You will surely fail... You will die..." Fang Yun didn't care at first, but the voice kept echoing in his ears, and a trace of irritability rose in his heart. Without courage, even the great Confucian couldn't be unaffected.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and insisted. He looked down at the soil tumbling on both sides and the continuous extension of the furrow on the ground.

After a while, the sound disappeared, but after a while, the sound appeared again.

"It's nothing to worry about. It's just that Tang Monk reads the tight hoop mantra and is wordy!" Fang Yun is very helpless.

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