Chapter 840

Lu Zhengkang picked a field with deep grass and began to reclaim it himself. In fact, the area of dengxiantai is not very large, and the area that can be cultivated is not very large.

Farming is not a necessary job for Kunlun palace people. Although there are few gatekeepers and disciples, there are many powerful men and servants in the gate. They maintain the operation and maintenance of the luxurious Kunlun palace, that is, they are destitute on the immortal platform. In fact, Kunlun palace is really magnificent.

Xuanyouzi explained that the Tao is drowned in excrement, and there is no place in life without practice. If you want to improve Daoism, you can't just cling to the grasp of aura. After all, Daoism pursues the unity of man and nature, a kind of perceptual practice, rather than rational and precise dissection from nature. The inheritance of so many generations has always been like this. The tradition of self-reliance has always been preserved. Qingyishui, a disciple of Kunlun palace, is a kind of gold elixir. Those who can't make a gold elixir will die. Only in the fourth and fifth Dynasties will there be one such waste.

The predecessors left houses, houses, fields, knowledge and inheritance. These things have not been limited in the big library, but spread to the fields. The disciples with high enough divine awareness can even see the projection of Daoyun left by the disciples of Kunlun palace.

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and waved his hoe. First, he separated the crisscross fields. His action was fast and his body formed inertia. It was like a machine had set up a program to dig the ground all the way, but his mind was running around. At a certain moment, he almost had an illusion. At the moment when he waved the hoe, he saw the illusion of another hoe The shadow was a beat slower than the entity he held in his own hands, but soon disappeared. It seemed to be an illusion, it seemed to be a visual residue. But what Lu Zhengkang glimpsed in this short time was that the shape of the hoe in the illusion was more simple, the hoe was wider, and it seemed to be made of stone.

Lu Zhengkang was stunned for a moment. He stopped his hoe and wanted to savor the feeling that he had just scratched a piece of warm goose feather on the tip of his heart. It was very subtle. In fact, the feeling of warm goose feather was not obvious. It was just a special inspiration. It was like the creaking vibration of serrated teeth across the gear, which made the blood in the back of his head jump .

It's a wonderful feeling. It's really amazing. It's like a flash of past memory, just someone else's memory.

Lu Zhengkang wanted to recall, but he couldn't remember. He continued to cultivate and plow the land, but he didn't think about it. After a while, he waved his hoe and saw the shadow again, which was more obvious this time. And it was more and more obvious that Lu Zhengkang stopped, and the shadow suddenly came in front of him. The brown cloth was short hitting, the hair was tied high behind, and the hoe was waving freely. It was almost not like farming, but dancing. There is no one who cultivates like this, and those who do so will never be normal farmers.

This happy farmer.

Lu Zhengkang followed him, followed his farming steps, and danced with him.

At first, he felt silly. Later, the inspiration was endless, and he immediately found it very interesting. The shadow of the Taoist fit on his body surface, emitting a misty light. Lu Zhengkang felt his limbs numb, as if he was wrapped in a layer of warm human water, even buoyant.

Lu Zhengkang half squinted and felt sleepy. I heard the happy tune of the former Taoist.

When he came back to his senses, it was already noon. He made the borders of the four mu land square and square. Then the shadow of the Taoist sat down on the edge of the field. Lu Zhengkang followed suit and sat down.

Taoist Xuying lay down beside him and took a nap with his arms resting on his head. Although his face was not clear, the comfort was obvious. Lu Zhengkang didn't feel sleepy. He took out the pottery in his arms and began to play.

Sixth martial uncle heaps wheat stacks in the field. When he hears the sound of Cuan, he stops his work and holds his chest for a while. A few more distant martial uncles also looked back. Seeing that the sixth younger martial brother was lazy, they immediately reprimanded him and said, "you can have a snack. Can we have a rest? Can you have a rest? Fortunately, we expropriate our land. We have been working for you all year

Sixth martial uncle rolled his eyes, "who drinks less of the wine I brew every year?"

"One yard to one yard, you just can't be lazy."

"That's it."

Sixth martial uncle shook his head, "well, I'm wrong." He continued to pile up the wheat stacks, and the others began to rest and listen to the music of my nephew.

There are many tunes played by Lu Zhengkang, which are also songs he heard in his previous life. No one stipulates that the music of the ancients must be better than that of the modern people, and there is good music in every era. So the tune he played was quite popular with several elders.

After playing enough of the songs in his memory, Lu Zhengkang suddenly remembered the little tune of Taoist Xuying, so he picked up a score based on his memory and learned to play it.

Taoist Xuying was lying flat beside him to bask in the sun. When he heard the tune, he stood up. Lu Zhengkang quickly put away the pottery.

The Taoist lit a fire and burned the wasteland. Naturally, Lu Zhengkang was just like that. He set fire happily on the wasteland.

The news surprised the martial uncles. Master Bo came to check, saw the edge of the field has been reclaimed out of a circle of fire lines, immediately relieved.

Slash and burn farming, this fire burned all afternoon. On the way, the shadow of the Taoist disappeared. Lu Zhengkang watched until the fire went out. The grass, which had grown to his waist, now turned into black ash. It was like a burnt shell on the skin of a burned person. The heat and soot were rising, and some embers were emitting red light, radiating like wild vines and branches.Today's work is done.

Lu Zhengkang put away his hoe and went to xuanyouzi's house. It's time to rub his lunch.

There was not much difference between lunch and breakfast, except that boiled eggs were replaced by scrambled eggs. Xuanyouzi opened up a livestock pen in his field and raised three pairs of chickens, a pair of ducks and a fat pig. This number will be maintained. Chickens and ducks can eat after they have children. Chicken and duck eggs can be taken as soon as they eat. As for the pig, because there is no other pig to breed for it, it has been kept.

When Lu Zhengkang came to dinner, his face was covered with smoke. Xuanyouzi was very disgusted and asked him to take a bath and clean his face before serving.

This time, xuanyouzi took out a jar of pickles, so that Lu Zhengkang could eat two more bowls of rice with shepherd's purse.

What can be expected is that Lu Zhengkang has been eating for a long time.

The next day, when he continued to farm, the shadow of the Taoist appeared again. Lu Zhengkang felt like he was playing role-playing, and he didn't know what he would get from farming with the Taoist.

It's October 14, the 60th year of tiancang. It's fine and nothing happens.