The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1362 Hanlin Farming

"Hundred weight!" Fang Yun replied without hesitation.

The old man was dressed in black, with a skinny appearance and an expressionless face. When he heard Fang Yun say Bai Zhong, he just said lightly, and then slowly explained: "Do you know the rules of the Valley of Worry?"

"I know." Fang Yunke replied politely.

"Since you have entered the Valley of Shun, you should imitate the sage 'Shun' and work in the farmland. One level of worry is just plowing one acre of land and then harvesting. One hundred levels of worry is not just cultivating a hundred acres of land, but also a hundred times the hardship. In the first level, the hardships are ten thousand times greater than in the first level of worry. Only a great scholar can bear the burden of a hundred worries."

"I am very pressed for time, not to mention, there is no punishment for failure in the Valley of Worry." Fang Yun said.

The old man pointed to the mountain peak on the right. The mountain was originally shrouded in clouds and mist, but now the clouds and mist have cleared, revealing a row of names from top to bottom. Each name has a number in front of it, from one to one hundred.

Those names are almost all celebrities from Shengyuan Continent.

"Although there is no punishment for failure, there are rewards after success. Each of the tenth, fifty and hundredth levels will get a holy page. The ranking on the mountain is the ranking of everyone in the Hanlin period when they entered the Valley of Worry. Success The higher the number, the higher the ranking. If you directly choose the Valley of Worry this time, you will definitely fail. If you fail, you will not only get the Holy Page, but you will not even be able to enter the Hanlin Ranking."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I came to the Valley of Worry, not for the holy page or ranking, but to hone myself as early as possible. No matter whether I succeed or fail in the Valley of Worry, I will gain something. Many times, I don't need to care about the results, the process is more important. important."

"Oh? Why don't you care about the result but the process is more important?"

"First love." Fang Yun replied seriously.

The old man in the valley was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but laugh. Then he shook his head slightly and said, "Please come into the valley."

Fang Yun handed over his hand to the old man and stepped deep into the valley.

Passing through the valley, the front suddenly opens up.

Countless farmland is like a square grid inlaid on the ground. Looking at it, it has an indescribable beauty.

Nearby, there are a hundred acres of empty farmland, and on the edge of the farmland, there is a small house.

Fang Yun stepped out of the valley in one step, and then felt his strength draining away rapidly.

This situation also happened when I was in Hanlin Palace, but now the situation is more serious.

Fang Yun found that his connection with Wen Gong was completely cut off, and he was unable to use any power such as talent or literary courage, and his body's strength continued to lose.

After a while, Fang Yun turned into an ordinary young man.

Suddenly, the old man's voice came to Fang Yun's ears.

"I want to tell you two things. First, the South Sea Dragon Palace, the North Sea Dragon Palace, the West Sea Dragon Palace and the Lei family have joined forces to prevent you from jumping to the Dragon Gate. I know a thing or two about their methods, and you will definitely fail. Second, although the barbarians have made a big move During the invasion, hundreds of millions of demon barbarians went south, but they did not immediately fight to the death. It was not because they were blocked by the human battle fortress. They were waiting for you. As long as you dare to go north to join the battle, the Half-Saint Wolf Slaughter will dispatch its entire army. You will definitely die. ”

"Thank you, old sir."

Fang Yun walked towards the hut without looking back, but he was thinking about the old man's words in his heart.

"The book "Mencius" says, 'When heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his skin, deplete his body, and disturb his actions.' This is the test in the valley of sorrow. . This old man told me at this time that he must be suffering from his own troubles. "

"It was expected that the Three Seas Dragon Palace and the Lei Family would prevent me from jumping to the Dragon Gate. However, I don't know what means they have. The more this happens, the more suspicious I will be. This also achieves the purpose of the Valley of Worry. However, this worry Gu Tai underestimates me, and this level of worry is nothing to be afraid of. "

"The second thing is more serious. It's not that the Half-Saint Wolf wants to kill me. It's that what means will the demon clan use to force me to go north? The demon clan can't do it, but what about inside the human clan? What about inside the Jing Kingdom? This is the key. And the other key is, why didn't the Holy Court stop the Half-Saint Wolf Killer? Is it just because of the agreement between the two clans that the Holy One is not allowed to directly attack non-Holy Ones? The one who killed me was a barbarian king, so the saints really wouldn’t save me?”

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

Fang Yun snorted coldly and continued walking forward.

However, the further he walked, Fang Yun found that his body became heavier. After taking a few steps, his body felt like it was filled with lead.

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

Fang Yun walked to the hut, and there was a manual plow at the door.

There were no cows either outside or inside the hut.

"I had heard that the First Grain of Sorrow plowed the land with oxen, which was relatively easy. But I didn't expect that the First Grain of Sorrow had to plow its own land, and it had to plow a hundred acres manually!"

Fang Yun thought to himself, reluctantly picked up the plow and walked slowly towards the head of the field.

Fang Yun glanced at the hundred acres of land in front of him, then looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, and frowned slightly. The sun here was actually in the sky, and the time was completely different from that of the Holy Yuan Continent.

After carrying the manual plow for more than ten steps, Fang Yun gasped lightly and sweated profusely. The clothes on his chest, abdomen and back stuck tightly to his body, and he had to occasionally pick up his clothes and leave his body, shaking them gently to fan himself.

"Bang……"

Fang Yun threw the artificial plow heavily into a corner of a hundred acres of land, then adjusted the direction, let the lower end of the plow penetrate into the ground, and started to push the manual plow. At the moment of pushing, Fang Yun felt great resistance and at the same time felt a sense of powerlessness. Feel.

Humans basically use animals to plow the fields. At worst, two or three people plow the fields together, with someone leading the plow in front and someone supporting the plow in the back. It is rare for one person to plow the fields.

However, if the fields are not plowed, the crops will not grow well. It is more time-consuming and laborious to dig holes one by one to place seeds or bury seedlings.

Fang Yun pushed the manual plow forward slowly, and the soil was turned to both sides. Plowing the fields is not just about strength, but also about paying attention to the direction and strength of the plow. If the direction is biased, it will lead to uneven planting. If the strength is too small, the furrow will not be deep, and if the strength is too large, it will be too laborious.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Yun felt his arms sore, but he didn't say a word and continued to push the plow forward.

"This is to work hard, I can stand it!" Fang Yun said to himself in his heart.

In the vast world, everything seemed to be still, only a young man was walking slowly in the field.

Not long after, Fang Yun was soaked and his panting became louder and louder.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yun's hands were aching. He looked carefully and found that the part holding the plow was red. If he continued, he would definitely get his skin rubbed.

Fang Yun looked into the distance, looked at the black soil in front of him, rested for a while, and plowed again.

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

"... Stop you from jumping over the dragon gate... You will definitely fail... You will definitely die..." Fang Yun didn't care at first, but the voice kept echoing in his ears, and a little irritation rose in his heart. Without the courage of the writer, even the great scholar could not be unaffected.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and persisted, looking down at the soil below rolling to both sides, and watching the furrows on the ground continue to extend.

Not long after, the voice disappeared, but after a while, the voice appeared again.

"This is not to make him suffer, it's just like Tang Monk chanting the tight hoop curse, long-winded!" Fang Yun was very helpless.

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