mindless

Yang Chen didn't ask the reason, the time, or the result, and started cutting the weeds.

Even in the storm, thunder and hail, there was no complaint.

Even though his hands were bleeding and calloused, he never had a day off.

Even if he didn't even know what to plant, he never asked Xia Ding once.

Xia Ding's decision was to make Yang Chen the grower and guardian of Han Yunzhi.

So Xia Ding didn't accept him as an apprentice, but let him plunge into that field wholeheartedly.

Han Yunzhi is the treasure of Chinese potential spirits, and the only rare treasure that can undo the relationship between potential spirits and humans.

In the beginning, Xia Ding often went to pay attention to Yang Chen and the field, but as time passed, he went to see it less and less frequently.

Until one day ten years later, Xia Ding came to the field again to look for Yang Chen. It had been several months since he came last time.

"How is it? Xiao Yang?"

Yang Chen still had that straightforward appearance, and said with a smile: "Everything is normal."

Everything is normal, he said this sentence countless times, but every time he said these four words, he smiled very sincerely, as if he said it for the first time.

Xia Ding nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly saw that the sickle in Yang Chen's hand had been ground into a strange shape by him, the front was very sharp, with almost no curvature, so he asked curiously: "Has your sickle not been sharpened yet? "

Yang Chen glanced at the sickle in his hand, smiled wryly and said, "No, it's still not quite right."

Xia Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully looked at the weird sickle, and remembered that he hadn't checked Yang Chen's cultivation for a long time.

"Xiao Yang, use this sickle to slash me with all your might."

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, straightened up, and made a posture of drawing his sword to cut.

Xia Ding told him to chop, he would chop, if he was a brother, he would chop me.

Yang Chen exerted all his strength, and he was in front of Xia Ding in the blink of an eye. The scythe brought out gusts of wind, and it was powerful!It hit Xia Ding!

Ding--!

The sickle was clamped by Xia Ding with two fingers.

But Xia Ding was shocked and dumbfounded.

Because he felt it, Yang Chen's rank has reached the eighth rank, and it's still the peak of the eighth rank!

Xia Ding murmured in disbelief: "When was the last time I asked you to cut me down?"

Yang Chen put away the sickle, thought for a while, "Two hundred and eight days ago."

Xia Ding was shocked again!

That time when he checked Yang Chen, he was only at the peak of the sixth stage, and he reached the peak of the eighth stage after more than half a year?

He didn't even know when Yang Chen arrived at the seventh stage.

Xia Ding clearly remembered that it took Yang Chen nearly three years to go from the first stage to the second stage, and nearly two years from the second stage to the third stage. With Yang Chen's roots, he can only be regarded as an ordinary talent, and he regretted it for a while.

But it didn't shake his decision to choose Yang Chen as Han Yunzhi's guardian. His talent is mediocre, so it would be better to just spend a little more time.

Unexpectedly, the further this guy goes to the back, the faster his cultivation will improve!

In ten years, from Mao Ding who had just opened his acupoints, to the peak of the eighth stage.

This is called ordinary talent?

What kind of monster is this?

Xia Ding even felt that Yang Chen's strength could reach the ninth rank at any time, but there was always a knot in his heart, he couldn't try it, otherwise he would definitely fail.

This knot is the sickle.

That scythe kept sharpening him until he couldn't sharpen it as sharp as he wanted.

Xia Ding didn't know how to untie this knot, and at his level, he couldn't make a point.

So he let Yang Chen find the opportunity by himself, and rely on Yang Chen to realize it by himself. Once he realizes it, he can be reborn and step into the Supreme Spirit!

Just as the surprise in his heart disappeared, Xia Ding's expression suddenly changed again!

He felt that one of his fingers that was holding Yang Chen's sickle unexpectedly broke through a very small hole, and a drop of blood leaked out.

He was at the peak of the eighth stage, and he actually hurt me?

Yang Chen, Yang Chen, how many surprises do you want to give me?

Xia Ding pondered for a moment, recalling the time Yang Chen swung the knife just now, and understood the reason.

It's Yang Chen's mysterious face.

With extreme will, you can break all laws in the world!

When Yang Chen got close, Xia Ding felt a sense of grandeur, he shook his head again and again, and sighed: "Yang Chen, remember two words, Jiyi."

Yang Chen nodded, "Okay, I will remember."

After speaking, Xia Ding left.

Since then, he has never been to this land again.

He doesn't need to come again, with Yang Chen here, he can rest assured.

Spring to autumn, cold to summer.

Xia Ding introduced him to someone, and Yang Chen got married and had a child.

Every year, the Han Yunzhi collected by Yang Chen, Xia Ding personally sent it to the Youhua Division headquarters at first, and then asked his apprentice to deliver it.

Xia Ding became more and more busy from the beginning, until the village head, Ao Shou, Shanzhu and others broke through later, the order of the subterranean world was stable, and it became more and more idle. He often just watched videos in the farm and didn't care about world affairs.

Yang Chen has been facing the loess with his back facing the sky in Han Yunzhi's field for decades like a day.

That is true for decades.

Until Fuxi's grand ceremony, the pioneer appeared.

Thousands of miles away, borrow the knife in Yang Chen's hand, and cut off the tall, thick, messy grass at the gate of Youhuasi.

And before returning the knife, lightly flicked two fingers to straighten the blade of the sickle.

At the same time, Yang Chen got rid of the knot in his heart that had been stuck for more than [-] years.

The moment he grasped the scythe returned by the pioneer, he realized.

It turned out that the sickle he had been pursuing was not sharp enough, because what he should have been pursuing was not a sickle.

But a silver gun.

Only the most extreme spear point among weapons can carry his most extreme will in this world.

Xia Ding's level can't be improved, there must be someone with a higher level than him.

After Yang Chen realized it, he took the initiative to come to Xia Ding's small courtyard to talk about it, but found that Xia Ding was not there, but there was a letter on the wooden box on the table that he came to pick up every year.

In the letter, Xia Ding explained everything, including why he hid his identity, the existence of the subterranean world, the mindless, the nine stars transiting the sun, and so on.

It also includes that Xia Ding has returned to life and passed away.

It was also from that moment that Yang Chen knew what is potential spirit, what is enlightenment, Baiding, green skin, aspect, rank, knocking spirit.

He didn't cry, didn't mean to blame Xia Ding at all, and didn't have time to be sad.

Because in the letter, Xia Ding entrusted Yang Chen with the last thing, which was to let him participate in the final battle when the Nine Stars transited the sun, and to use all his strength.

If he can come back safely, he will be free and can go to find the next guardian of Han Yunzhi.

Yang Chen took some time to digest these things, asked his wife and children to help him guard the field, left Xia Ding's farm for the first time, spent more than three months, and took the handle that had been with him for 30 years. The sickle was forged into a silver gun, wrapped in black cloth, and rushed to the Eye of Space in Shennongjia.

Before Xia Ding came back to life, what he said in Bai Shaoping's ear was exactly about Yang Chen. He made Bai Shaoping remember that there is such a person in the world.

A person who can hit Jiuduan at any time, but is willing to mow weeds for 20 years.

It was Xia Ding's 30 years of forbearance and Yang Chen's 30 years of perseverance that brewed this last supreme spirit, and it was also the biggest change in the Antarctic battlefield when the nine stars transited the sun.