The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1364 Rushing to the Dragon Palace

After plowing the last piece of land, Fang Yun fell down in the field, his body completely lost strength, and various images kept appearing in his mind, causing him endless torment.

At first, Fang Yun still had some reaction, anger, pain, despair, etc., but now, his expression has not changed at all.

Not only was his body numb, but his spirit was also numb.

Fang Yun's eyes were filled with the breath of death.

After an unknown period of time, Fang Yun stood up and felt sore all over, as if his whole body was in a furnace.

Fang Yun looked up at the sky, the sun was still hanging in the middle, still emitting hot light.

"This body..."

Fang Yun looked at his body, sweat, blood, mud and dust mixed together, a layer of paste outside the clothes, the body was already dirty.

Fang Yun stood up with difficulty, obviously every part of his body was extremely painful, but he did not show any pain, his face was firm, as if being pierced by thousands of arrows could not make his emotions fluctuate at all.

At this time, Fang Yun's mind was still flashing with those images, but even if he didn't have the courage of a writer, Fang Yun had an extremely firm goal in his heart.

Imitate the sage Shun, till the fields, and complete this tempering!

This idea seemed to be polished into an indestructible sword by those bloody and cruel images, pointing out the direction for Fang Yun and cutting through the thorns.

"After plowing the land, it's time to sow."

Fang Yun dragged his tired body, staggered three steps, and slowly walked towards the hut by the field.

Not long after, Fang Yun came out of the house carrying a bag of wheat seeds.

Fang Yun walked and looked at the fields, thinking that fortunately this was the Valley of Worry, the land was fertile, and there was no need to apply base fertilizer, just sow directly, but I'm afraid it would take topdressing.

Fang Yun walked to the field and began to sow, put the seeds in the furrow, and then filled the soil on both sides back into the furrow with his feet. Fang Yun hunched his back, like an old man who had been through a lot of hardships, and said nothing. He took a step and sowed with trembling hands.

Sowing is much easier than plowing, but after sowing, Fang Yun was still so tired that his whole body ached and his body became more and more exhausted.

Fang Yun even felt that his body might collapse at any time.

After sowing, watering began. Fang Yun pushed a cart with a bucket on it to fetch water from a river two miles away, and then used a water scoop made of half a gourd to irrigate the fields.

After irrigating thirty acres of land, Fang Yun suddenly loosened his hand, the water scoop fell to the ground, and his body trembled slightly.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth tightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Fang Yun felt that his body was close to the limit.

A person walking in the hottest noon may suffer from heatstroke and coma. Now Fang Yun cannot eat or drink, and doing such heavy labor under the sun may very likely lead to death.

Fang Yun looked at the fields, gritted his teeth, and continued to irrigate.

After irrigating all the fields, Fang Yun sat at the head of the field and saw the crops growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Yun was stunned. He thought he had time to rest, but who knew that this Valley of Worry didn't want him to rest at all.

Now that the wheat has grown into seedlings, it must be fertilized. If it is too late, it is very likely to be judged as a failure in this first valley. Fang Yun got up helplessly and began to fertilize.

After fertilizing, Fang Yun irrigated again, and then saw a large number of weeds began to grow.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and began to remove weeds with a hoe.

However, Fang Yun found that his movements were getting slower and slower. It was not that he didn't want to do it, but that many parts of his body had been severely injured.

However, these did not stop Fang Yun. After weeding, he saw insects growing in the wheat field, and Fang Yun had to start pest control.

During the growth of wheat, Fang Yun had no normal rest time at all. He kept fertilizing, irrigating, weeding and pest control, over and over again, almost endlessly.

Heavy and repetitive labor is enough to wear away all the edges of a person, and even make people numb to everything.

Fang Yun felt that he was really completely numb.

After an unknown amount of time, the wheat in the hundred-acre wheat field finally turned yellow, and the heavy ears of wheat floated in the wind, forming waves of wheat.

"Almost done!"

Fang Yun held a sickle, bent down, and hugged the wheat with his left hand. The sickle cut through the wheat stalks, and a handful of wheat left the land and fell into Fang Yun's hands.

Fang Yun put a handful of wheat on the ground and continued to harvest. After collecting a certain amount, he tied the wheat into a bundle.

Fang Yun kept bending over, cutting and harvesting wheat.

Slowly, Fang Yun's movements became slower and slower, and even his sickle could no longer cut off a handful of wheat stalks, and he had to use force many times.

Sweat dripped on the field like running water, mixed with blood, and Fang Yun gritted his teeth and continued to work.

Bend over, grab the wheat stalks with his left hand, hold the sickle in his right hand to cut, bundle, and bend over again...

Fang Yun kept repeating this action.

Ahead, there was a full hundred acres of wheat field.

The wheat doesn't look like much, but even if one person cuts it 24 hours a day, he can only cut more than two acres, and that's if he is in good health.

Fang Yun didn't know how many days he had spent here, maybe a month, maybe three months, and he didn't know how long it would take to cut the wheat. At the current speed, it might take four or five months just to cut the wheat.

At first, Fang Yun took a break every hour, then every half an hour, then every twenty minutes, ten minutes, or even five minutes.

After a long time, Fang Yun cut a handful of wheat, threw it on the ground, held his waist, slowly stood up, and looked ahead blankly.

Between the blue sky and the loess, a young figure fell backwards heavily.

A large amount of blood flowed from Fang Yun's eyes, nostrils and mouth.

Fang Yun looked at the dazzling sun in the sky and knew that his body could no longer support it.

Fang Yun felt a trance and felt severe pain all over his body, but soon a warm current surrounded his body, and his body recovered completely in an instant. Then, his connection with Wen Palace was completely opened, and all the strength returned to his body.

An unprecedented sense of comfort spread throughout his body, and Fang Yun even felt like crying.

It was like being in hell before.

Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the main hall of the Valley of Worry. There was no world, no valley, and no old man in the valley.

"Failed..."

Fang Yun sighed softly, but he was not frustrated, because before entering the Valley of Worry, he was prepared for failure.

Fang Yun reached out and held the official seal. Only six hours had passed, and the few months in the Valley of Worry were like a nightmare.

Fang Yun lowered his head and raised his hands. On his palms were the wounds that had just healed, leaving clear marks. Fang Yun tried to stand up and found that his whole body was slightly sore, as if he had taken an uncomfortable nap, and his head was groggy, even with the support of Wendan.

Fang Yun used up his last strength to return to Chongwenyuan, went straight to the bedroom when he got home, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

In the haze, Yang Yuhuan's voice sounded.

"Husband, get up quickly, it's almost time to jump over the Dragon Gate, they are all waiting for you."

"Fang Yun, I heard that you went to the Valley of Worry? And directly to the Hundred Worries? Are you practicing or committing suicide? Yuhuan, forget it, I'll carry him to the Dragon Palace." Ao Huang's voice came.

Then, Fang Yun felt that he was in the clouds, and continued to sleep behind Ao Huang in a daze.

Too tired.

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