The little gods and demons gradually woke up.

They felt the power surge in their bodies and were extremely surprised.

They all became stronger.

Suning could also feel the breath of these little people...

Hmm.

He couldn't detect the breath.

But the light on the little people became brighter.

So, they should have become stronger, right?

Suning touched his chin and looked at the nine saints.

After thinking for a moment, he murmured: "How did they become stronger? I don't feel anything... It seems that I can still crush them with one finger?"

The little people themselves are stronger, but in front of someone like Su Ning, they will still be crushed by one finger.

The nine saints felt that their cultivation had made great progress, but in fact, this progress was like adding a drop of water to a pool for Su Ning, which was not painful...

Suning saw that the little people woke up, and there was no need for them to protect him.

After chatting with each other, the little people must be grateful to Su Ning, but Su Ning didn't take it to heart.

Go do your own thing.

He originally wanted to continue practicing, but after thinking about it…it would probably take until late at night to complete a cycle, and he couldn’t do it without rest.

So he gave up the idea.

He felt bored when he was free.

So he simply took the hoe, took off his shirt, and started to loosen the soil and dig the ground.

“La… Bang…”

“He…”

The hoe was raised high, and it landed on the ground at lightning speed, deeply inserted into the ground.

He pulled it hard.

A large piece of mud was pulled up.

“Bang…”

He took advantage of the situation and hit it with the back of the hoe, and the huge mud was crushed.

A fresh smell of soil filled the air.

It made people relax.

Digging the ground.

Suning had been doing it since he was a child, and his skills were not rusty.

Being close to the soil always made him feel at ease.

“I have become stronger and my strength has increased a lot.” Suning smiled and said to himself.

Before he started practicing, he would get tired even when mowing the grass, but now digging the ground, even with such a fierce hand, was surprisingly easy.

He could truly feel that his physical qualities in all aspects had improved again.

Every little bit of progress every day would make him happy.

This was a kind of... expectation, an expectation that life would get better and better.

There was hope.

"I don't know if my terminal illness has been solved accordingly? I must go to the hospital for a checkup when I have time one day." Suning said.

He felt that he had gotten better, but that was just a feeling.

Many times, feelings often deceive oneself.

Many times it was just a psychological effect. If you want to see if there is any improvement, you still have to go to the hospital for a checkup.

"Hum... snort..."

...

"Hum... snort..."

...

Suning actually dug all the land around the house in one breath.

Very fast.

The sky had just darkened.

It may have taken only an hour.

After doing all this, he was sweating profusely.

"Faster than when I was healthy!" Suning was stunned.

This is cultivation!! !

Although using cultivation to dig the ground is a bit of a waste of talent...

Thinking of this, Suning felt embarrassed.

Other people's cultivation is to fight people, monsters, heaven, earth and fate.

What they are fighting for is the road.

What they are crossing is a single-plank bridge.

All kinds of cruel fighting.

And I use cultivation... to dig the ground.

If this gets out, I will be laughed at by my peers.

Luckily, it seems that no one in this world is cultivating immortals, only me.

But Suning soon put these thoughts aside.

He was planning his own land, imagining what vegetables he would plant.

"This is cabbage."

"This is radish."

"This is pepper."

"This is coriander... Well, coriander is the most delicious food in the world. It would be great if the whole world was full of coriander."

"This is strawberry..."

...

In fact, putting aside the infrastructure, education, medical care, etc. of the city, farming in the countryside is also quite interesting.

The more he got used to a leisurely life.

The more Suning felt that he was crazy for trying to squeeze into the city. What kind of development could a social animal like him have in the city?

Of course, he didn't think it was bad to go to the city. Everyone's situation was different. He was just talking about himself.

Put down the hoe.

Suning took a shower.

Go to sleep.

In the next few days.

He continued to practice, clear weeds, dig the ground...

In addition to the area around the house, there were many wastelands near his home.

Every day was very fulfilling.

During this period, his uncle's family occasionally came to visit, but they didn't stay for long. Others didn't come, and there was no news on his phone...

Suning was getting stronger and stronger.

But what made him depressed was that he still hadn't broken through the first level of Qi Refining.

"..."

"Forget it, let it go."

He practiced later.

The food consumed more and more.

Soon the vegetables he bought were consumed.

He had to replenish daily necessities.

"Plant"I want to buy rice, vegetables, meat... and some dairy products?" Suning made a shopping list.

There are a lot of things to buy, and one person can't take them all.

It's not that I can't take them, it's that I can't take them all.

"I have to borrow a car from my uncle to go..." He closed the list.

Suning walked to his uncle's house.

Su Jianguo is a dark-skinned, thin man in his fifties.

Suning's uncle.

He looks a bit like Suning.

The Su family has strong genes, and everyone looks a bit alike. At first glance, they are a family.

When he was young, he had tendons. Even though he is in his fifties, you can still see some strong muscles on his thin body.

Although he is not young, he actually looks younger because he has been working in the fields for many years. Many people in their twenties and thirties are still strong.

A courtyard of an ordinary two-story brick house.

Su Jianguo sorted the corn stalks that had just been pulled back from the field. The tricycle pulled a whole cart. In the countryside, it doesn’t matter whether it is overloaded or not. Don’t be buried in the corn stalks, just like an ant pulling an elephant.

Su Jianguo and his wife chatted with gloomy faces while unloading the corn stalks.

Su Jianguo carried a bundle of corn stalks, and his body was covered with corn ash and dried corn leaves. Most people can’t stand it.

These ash can cause dermatitis and itching.

But Su Jianguo has long been accustomed to it.

"Hey... Today the hospital in the city sent a list saying that Xiaoning is sick... It’s cancer, and he won’t have much time." Su Jianguo looked gloomy.

"No wonder he wants to go back to the countryside. It turns out that it’s not all because of the breakup with Su Yi... I don’t know if Su Yi’s family knows about this. "

Aunt Su groaned: "Who cares if they know it or not? Xiao Ning is our child. No one else needs to take care of him. After you unload the goods, go and see Xiao Ning. He must be in a bad condition now."

She was actually still upset about Su Yi and Suning's breakup.

"The child is so pitiful."

"He is seriously ill and no one is with him. Alas..."

Both of them were very worried about Suning.

"We will go together later."

He... is suffering.

He lost his parents at a young age, and now he...

Suning knew nothing about the discussion between his uncle and aunt.

He was heading to his uncle's house.

He didn't feel that he was suffering.

And he was very happy during this period.

He got rid of the constraints of work, found himself, and relaxed.

"Ah..."

"Help..."

"Help..."

"Come and help..."

"Who can help! "

As soon as I approached my uncle's yard, I heard my aunt crying for help, and I could vaguely hear my uncle's painful moans.

"Hmm? "

Suning was horrified.

He ran into the yard quickly.

He found that his uncle was being pressed tightly by a tricycle loaded with corn stalks that had overturned.

The whole person was buried inside, with only a little of his head sticking out.

"Uncle..."

Suning shouted.

In a hurry, he didn't care about much and stepped forward.

"Xiaoning, it's you... Go find someone to help, you are alone..."

Before the aunt finished speaking, she saw Suning half squatting down and grabbing the bottom of the overturned tricycle with both hands.

"Boom..."

Exert force.

The heavy tricycle was lifted directly.

"He..."

Exert force again.

In the shocked eyes of the aunt, the tricycle actually left the ground and was pushed to the other side by Suning.

After cleaning the tricycle, Suning hurriedly checked the body of his uncle and asked anxiously: "Uncle... Are you okay? ”

“Xiao…Xiaoning…you…you…” The aunt who witnessed all this pointed at Suning and stammered, unable to speak a complete sentence.

It was really shocking.

Isn’t he…sick? Is this what it looks like to be sick?

……

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