The morning light was bright, dozens of people wore mourning clothes, and more people wore white clothes and white clothes, left the back door of Zhongjiabao and went to the back mountain.

The journey was bleak and roaring, the cymbals, drums and bells were solemn, and the sorrow and music resounded inside and outside Zhongjia Fort.

Zhong Yao held the tablet in front, with Elder Zhong and the elderly of the "Cheng" generation, followed by the "Zhi" generation and the "Shan" generation. The relatives who were not surnamed Zhong were behind, and there were less than a hundred men and women.

The lord died suddenly in his prime, and the Zhong family members withered so much that the old castle people were tearful and recalled the prosperous scenes of the previous generations.

Follow the hundred-level stone steps to climb up the back mountain, pass through the gate full of creeping creeping, and enter the outer hall of the ancestral hall. Zhong Zhizheng's tablet was placed on the altar table, and after receiving the worship, he was sent to the inner hall to accompany his ancestors.

Zhong Yao knelt at the altar, listening to Elder Zhong recited the long tribute, and felt as if a rat in his heart was scratching.

It's delicious and delicious!

Elder Zhong recited the sacrificial text with all his emotions, and his climaxes were repeated, and tears kept coming. Zhongyao was really impatient and turned around to look around.

The terrain of the back mountain is much higher than that of the stone castle. The stone wall is built to surround the mountainside, and overlooking it is an extension of Zhongjia castle.

It is usually closed here and there are guards of tribe guards, so Zhong Yao is not allowed to enter. He only comes in once a year for worshiping ancestors.

The mountain top is flat and covered with pine and cypress, lush and shady trees, all of which are vigorous and vigorous trees that have been at least a hundred years old. It is early spring, and the cold here is still refreshing.

The ancestral hall is in the middle of Pingba, the outer hall is a large wooden pavilion, and the inner hall is a stone house. It is about twenty meters apart, and there is a well in the middle.

Surrounded by green leaves, dead branches, deep green creeping creeps are covered with stone houses and pavilions, and even the wellhead is surrounded by a few circles. It is a harmonious beauty of man and nature. It can be sold to a travel magazine after taking pictures.

Zhongyao knew very well that this place seemed full of vitality, but in fact the plants and land were declining. Not only here, the area around Zhongjiabao is a hundred miles, and even the entire Guanshan is declining, because the erosion of the nightmare.

That's what Mr. Gao said, but others didn't believe it, but Zhong Yao believed it. Every bite of soil he had eaten in the past seven years contained a slight nightmare.

These nightmare auras do not directly harm, but are invading the spiritual energy of the land, and then corroding the plants and trees. The wheat, corn, livestock, poultry and eggs eaten by Zhongjiabao directly and indirectly come from this land. People here have been slowly eroded by nightmare since birth, so the Zhongjia and the people who depended on the Zhongjia will not prosper, the population will gradually decrease, and it is rare to live long.

As his eyes penetrated the forest and crossed the stone wall, Zhongyao couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth.

It was a bamboo forest with a tomb inside.

The bamboo forest was planted by him and Ji Xiaozhu, and the tomb was piled up by him and Ji Xiaozhu.

There are no corpses buried in the grave, not even clothes, only a portrait of Ji Xiaozhu's parents.

Turning back to look outside the ancestral hall, among the countless figures of Su Bai, he found Ji Xiaozhu at a glance.

The outstanding figure like green bamboo, with long black hair shining with green light, was really conspicuous.

As he was far away, he could sense Zhongyao's sight. The girl waved her hands repeatedly and signaled him not to look around.

Zhongyao could also sense that she was smiling slightly.

Elder Zhong suddenly coughed in a deep voice, and Zhongyao quickly turned around and lowered his eyes, knowing that he had made the uncle angry again.

After reciting the long sacrificial text, I worshiped one by one, and inserted bunches of incense into the incense burner to make the smoke on the altar table slowly.

Zhongyao kept kowtowing and giving gifts. As a son of man, this is the minimum obligation. Even if he is unwilling to do so, he has to do it.

After half an hour of hard work, Zhong Yao went to the stone house with the tablet in his hand.

I was also a little shocked when I saw the staggered heights and dense tablets in the stone house.

The thousand-year inheritance of the Zhong family is revealed by these tablets in front of him.

Put the tablet in the middle of the lowest row and knocked a series of heads, and the whole set of procedures was completed.

After leaving the stone house, Zhongyao secretly breathed a long breath.

Holding the mouse in his heart growing into a reinforcement battalion, he said: "I want to wait here."

Elder Zhong looked at him in surprise, thinking that this kid had turned around.

The old man stretched his eyebrows and said in a gentle tone: "Okay, we'll wait in the outer hall."

When the old man walked away, Zhongyao knelt down like a hungry tiger pounced on food, dug up a piece of soil and stuffed it into his mouth.

This day has been waiting for too long!

A slightly different warm current seeps into the sea of ​​air and falls directly into the pottery bowl.

[The green is like soil, one of the lower soil. The grains are like sheep's manure. The four doses are the extreme. Springs are seen in the mountains and wild. It is suitable for planting Dahua, fine flower, white stems and black skin. It is not as good as five-tenths of the middle soil.]

The lines of words appear in my eyes are exactly what Tao Bowl analyzes this piece of soil.

After consuming soil for seven years, the "Nine Earths Turning to the Te Ching" has long been familiar with the heart, and Zhongyao knew the meaning of this sentence.

This kind of soil is called Qing as earth, and the first among the lower-level soil.

"One donation" is equal to seven feet, which is also the shallowest depth of things that can be planted. The four donations mean that this kind of soil can be twenty-eight feet deepest.

Whether it is on a mountain or in a plain, groundwater must be found digging down. It is suitable for planting tall and slender trees, as well as crops with light stems and dark flowers. If you plant trees that can bear fruit, the yield will be only half of that of medium soil.

Does this pottery bowl teach him how to practice or farm?

The second line of words is brushed out, and this is the key.

[Sanctuary soil contains the spirit of the clan's blood relatives and needs to consolidate the root soil.]

The words that were drawn out immediately made Zhongyao happy.

[Root and soil are consolidated, nine soils are transformed, and virtue is achieved.]

The pottery bowl appeared, and the yellow vortex in the bowl suddenly expanded, leading a vast and profound force that surged out of the soul and rushed into the sea of ​​qi, instantly shattering it, rushing towards the meridians and even the flesh of the body.

Zhongyao had only time to scream in secret, and his body was like a monkey who had entered a reinforcement group, sweeping in every corner with a golden cudgel.

The huge pain almost fainted. He knelt on the ground and hit his head desperately. Although he could not relieve the pain at all, he had to do something to prove that he was still alive and was still awake.

In the distance, the Zhong family members were whispering, and Zhong Yao's movements attracted their attention.

Elder Zhong stroked his long beard and said with relief: "Young Master Yao... Oh, the lord of the castle is awake after all, and the future is promising."

He sighed and shook his head again: "It's a pity that he is fifteen years old, and his meridians are almost sealed, so it's difficult to cultivate qi. How can he convince the people if he hasn't reached the master's castle master?"

Another man with square face and thin eyebrows sighed: "Cultivation is not the most important thing, but... it is really troublesome if it is too low."

The next sentence was a little weird: "Who made Xiaoyao the only son? If you have a younger brother, you have to choose. Just like the eldest brother, I will be my foil at that time."

This is Zhong Zhizhong, Zhong Zhizheng's younger brother, Zhong Yao's relative uncle.

Zhong Zhiqiang said: "Don't mention the past. It's okay if Xiao Yao can't become a master. The most concerned thing about Uncle and Uncle's family is not cultivation."

Elder Zhong frowned deeply: "The strongest, the most serious, you sent a letter yesterday, and you should have replied this morning, right?"

"The marriage is second to the matter. I only rely on the materials for the Fort Protection Array to help them."

"There is Zhiwei, I have to send someone to cross the river to find her, otherwise the first seven will not come back."

As they said, they no longer paid attention to Zhongyao and did not notice Zhongyao's changes.

Zhongyao had recovered from the brink of collapse. When he was robbing the ground with his head, he chewed a few more bites of soil and found that the Nine Earths Turning to the Teh Jing automatically operated, turning soil into energy, giving him the power to withstand the harsh pain.

He felt that from the internal organs to the bones, to the muscles, and even every pore was cramping. But in the pain, he felt extremely clear and refreshing, as if the skin had faded from the inside to the outside.

This is a good change, and there is a bad change.

His aura was broken!

Qihai is the foundation of cultivation. If it is broken, it will undoubtedly die. Why is he still alive?

Trying to activate the Nine Earths to turn the De Jing, the true energy actually rotated. It was not like the sea of ​​energy that rose from the sea of ​​energy like before, but a vortex rolled up in the body and turned everywhere!

Could it be that his qi sea was not broken, but expanded to his body, and he became an qi sea?

Before I understood, words appeared in my eyes.

[The "Nine Earth Turning De Jing" starts the second turn, which can absorb the spiritual energy from the earth ten times.]

This is the benefit of one turn and two. Can you eat more soil?

I waited for it for a long time, but I thought that the sky would be high and the clouds would be wide after the second turn, but this is the result?

Zhongyao was extremely depressed and punched the ground with one punch.

The thick and deep energy came out of the fist, penetrated into the soil, causing invisible ripples, and instantly expanded to more than ten feet away.

In an instant, small insects in the soil squirmed, water flowed under the soil, and various information obtained when eating the soil, in most of the dam, the subtle movements and silences appeared in my heart. Even the waves in the well and the whispers of the tribesmen were clearly sensed.

Zhongyao raised his fist and the sensation dissipated.

He stared at his hands that were stained with dirt and opened his mouth wide.

Did the true energy just now come out?

Also gained the magical ability of perception through earth expansion?

In order to confirm that it was not an illusion, Zhongyao spread his palms and pressed them on the ground to activate his true energy.

The energy enters the soil, spreads on all sides, and various movements and stillnesses reappear.

After vaguely hearing the three words "Miss Ji", Zhong Yao's heart moved and listened carefully. The voice gradually amplified and became clear.

"The eldest son of the Bo family's owner had met Miss Ji and liked it very much. The reply letter specifically mentioned this matter."

The person who spoke was Zhong Zhizhong: "As long as the uncle's beautiful daughter has no disgust towards Xiao Yao, the three families can be reunited."

Uncles and elders agreed, saying that this is the best of all.

Elder Zhong hesitated a little: "The lord of the castle is definitely not willing to separate the castle master from Miss Ji, for fear that something will happen."
To be continued...