Legend has it that there are countless continents overseas, but people have never seen them before. They only know that the land under their feet is called Moyi continent.

This continent is full of mountains and rivers, and hundreds of countries are united, so great that they can never be completed in their lifetime.

On the western front of this continent, a deep valley runs across the north and south, and the high mountain that rises from the valley is called "Guanshan".

At the low point of the foothills, there were a large area of ​​flat grass, with several people leaping back and forth, and sword shadows flying, which was very lively.

At a corner of the grass, the wooden sword flew high, and the boy fell to the ground.

"Say to lose!"

The boy kept shouting, his limbs wide open and he was breathing violently.

The wooden sword whizzed and froze. Seeing that it was about to hit the boy, it was pulled by invisible force and fell into a slim hand.

"Zhongyao!"

He shouted in a low voice: "Is it useless? Get up and continue!"

The boy rubbed his waist and moaned: "No, his waist is about to break."

The slender figure walked over, her waist was as delicate as a graceful green bamboo, and she was a girl about the same age as a boy.

The wooden sword pointed at the boy, and the girl's tone became cold: "Why didn't you see your leg break?"

"Divide half of your enthusiasm for running around and playing around to practice. Now you can reach at least the fifth level of foundation building!"

"But you haven't grown any of it in seven years, so you can't even open acupoints. Opening acupoints is just three levels of foundation building!"

The boy sighed: "That kind of thing happened naturally, you can't force it."

The girl raised her willow eyebrows: "Can't you force it? Practice is to go against the will of heaven and change your fate!"

"And we practice not for the illusory immortality, but for the purpose of survival and protecting the clan members!"

"You are the master of the young castle. The life and death of hundreds of people in Zhongjia Castle will be on you in the future, you..."

Seeing that the boy was still lazy, the girl finally got angry: "You really plan to continue like this waste?"

The boy's arm was pillowed behind his head and didn't care: "The beginning of waste logistics is the safest."

The girl's phoenix eyes burst into cold light and then dimmed: "Always say something inexplicable, have you learned the skills of verbalism in Mr. Gao?"

She shook her head and whispered: "That can't stop the nightmare, let alone save yourself."

But the boy slowly shook his legs: "Anyway, I have you, Zhuzhu... You have practiced to the ninth level of foundation building casually, and you are already a congenital master. I can't catch up with you, and it's meaningless to work hard."

The girl was stunned for a moment, her cheeks gradually turned red: "You are so self-deprecating, are you still a man!"

She threw it casually, and the wooden sword stuck to the boy's waist and eyes into the soil, as sharp as a thin needle-punching cloth, penetrated deep into the soil, revealing only half of the hilt of the sword.

The girl turned around and left, her shiny black ponytail was swung high, and she walked over the grass a few steps and penetrated into a magnificent and vicissitudes of stone fort.

That is Zhongjiabao...

"Fortunately, I didn't call her Pig, otherwise this sword would have broken the roots."

The boy sat up and scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

He has fair skin, handsome eyebrows, starry eyes, and the young man is considered handsome and handsome. But his dispersed eyes are covered with fatigue and his slightly thick lips adds a bit of dullness, and he looks just ordinary.

Zhongyao, the only son of the owner of Guanshan Zhongjia Fort, is fifteen years old this year.

Of course, this is just his identity in this world.

He is a time traveler and has a dull life in the earth world.

Perhaps God felt that his life was too boring, so he gave him a time travel package and sent him to this world.

There are gods, immortals and demons in this world, and mortals can also practice, but it is very different from the world of cultivation that he knows.

It is more dangerous, more difficult, and more confusing to him.

So far, he has not fully figured out his situation.

He became Zhongyao seven years ago. Since then, his cultivation has stagnated and has been stuck on the second level of foundation building.

He knew the reason, but the reason itself raised huge questions.

However, the situation has been calm for seven years, and there are cheap dads in Zhongjiabao, so there is no hurry.

Moreover, he has another set of practice, and perhaps as the progress increases, the questions will naturally be solved.

But this practice is too weird and cannot be known to outsiders, and childhood sweethearts are not enough.

The girl who was angry was his childhood sweetheart, named Ji Xiaozhu, who was one year older than him.

The Ji family is west of Zhongjia, deep in the mountains. It once had the name of Jijia Valley. Its population is prosperous, no less than that of Zhongjiabao.

However, seven years ago, the nightmare of demons surged, devouring Ji Jiagu, and she became an orphan and was taken in by the Zhong family.

Ji Xiaozhu was bereavement at a young age and was precocious, but in the eyes of Zhong Yao, who had been a man of two lives, she was still a young little girl and could not help but tease her.

He didn't dare to go too far. In Ji Xiaozhu's hands, there was no difference between a wooden sword and an iron sword. The hilt around him was proof.

Zhongyao held the hilt of the sword and wanted to pull out the wooden sword.

Gripping his teeth and trying his best, the wooden sword seemed to have a root, and was steadily unmoved.

I was really exhausted when I was practicing with Ji Xiaozhu just now.

Zhongyao lay down, his face pressed against the ground, and the others looked like they were breathless and breathless.

"Nine earths transform virtue, and its pivot is brilliant..."

Thinking silently in my heart, Zhongyao opened his mouth and chewed on it.

real!

Zhongyao is really eating dirt!

The smell of grass and soil are covered with fishy mouths, but the roots and soil are penetrated into the throat, turning into strange warm currents in the mouth, seeping into the meridians and sinking into the sea of ​​qi.

A line of text lit up in his eyes...

[The red and strong soil, the lower soil is two, the grains are like rat liver, and the three are used as the extreme, and the stones are seen in the mountains and springs are seen in the wild. It is suitable for planting green beams, black stems and black skins. It is not as good as five-tenths of the middle soil.]

Then another line of words was drawn...

[This earth has been recorded and converted into acquired energy.]

After brushing the text, a pottery bowl appeared in my eyes.

This bowl is simple in shape, with a circle of simple and strange patterns on the mouth of the bowl. The body of the bowl is engraved with four words, which is exactly what he silently recites "Nine Earths Turning to Destiny".

The bowl contains a ball of yellow air, which slowly rotates like a vortex. The soil particles rust down, turning into dark red air threads in the vortex, and then scattering out of the bowl.

This is what made Zhong Yao scratch his head...

He was reincarnated and did not initially be Zhongyao, but existed in a strange state for unknown time. He only became Zhongyao seven years ago.

That memory is too vague and I can't remember the details at all. I can only confirm that the life on Earth was the previous life.

After becoming Zhongyao, this pottery bowl became more on his body.

This bowl has no essence, is hidden deep under the soul, and is accompanied by a set of methods of practice, which is called "Nine Earths Turning Destiny".

The "Nine Earths Turning De Jing" did not improve his level of cultivation, but instead stuck his original cultivation. The real purpose was to allow him to...eat soil.

If this is his golden finger as a time traveler, Gao Zhao really wants to raise his middle finger to God.

But this bowl is magical, like a "land database", which can list what the soil he eats is called, what characteristics it has, what crops it is suitable for planting, or what it is used for.

It feels like God has ordered that he must farm...

This naturally made Zhongyao unhappy. Fortunately, as long as it was the soil he had eaten, it would be transformed into acquired qi, restored his strength, and gave him some confidence in the future.

This bowl seems to have the will, guiding him to eat different soil through prompts.

The yellow gas in the bowl is called "root soil" in the "Nine Earths Turning to the Te Ching", and is composed of the various soils that Zhong Yao ate in seven years.

The "homeland" underground in the residence...

"Traveling soil" on the road...

The "Ji Earth" in the fields is also divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter, with frost and abundant snow...

The "macro soil" in the forest...

The "monosum" on the river beach...

The "tomb soil" on the grave...

The "neighbor land" of nearby villages and towns...

In short, over the past seven years, Zhongyao has eaten hundreds of kinds of soil, and he has eaten countless times more soil than rice, and he can pile up a small hill.

Fortunately, I just talked and didn’t really fall into my stomach, otherwise Zhongyao wouldn’t have accepted this kind of “cultivation”.

The root soil is still divided into levels, and now Zhongyao has eaten it... No, he has reached the eighth level of cultivation, and only one soil is left to advance to the ninth level, and then he has the perfection of the first and second level.

The second turn of root and earth, and the "Nine Earth Transformation of the De Jing" will reach the second turn, and perhaps you can break the level of cultivation, and many mysteries should be answered.

However, the poor kind of soil is too difficult to obtain.
To be continued...