After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 176
"Ma'am, we are going to Xiazhou to gain a firm foothold and recruit soldiers to buy horses. We want to do a great job, and such a good alchemist is also indispensable." Of course He Chunhua knows how to coax his wife well. Jiji, if you can find a suitable candidate from here, you can go to Xiazhou and hire another person. From this point of view, Chuan'er may not be ignorant."

Mrs. Ying trusted her husband the most, and now her anger turned into suspicion: "It's just a monkey, can it really make good medicine?"

"I have heard of the name of Qianxinliu." He Chunhua has ambitions in the world, and of course he has studied various Taoism schools. "It is famous for its alchemy. It’s as good as human pharmacists, and this is called specialization in art. If we go to hire a reputable alchemist, we may not be able to find it even if the price is doubled.”

High-skilled talents are never cheap, not to mention that talents are applying for jobs in the accompanying capital Shihuan, but they have to go to work in Xiazhou. The salary also includes various hidden costs such as relocation expenses.

Of course, He Chunhua didn't know that Qian Xinliu's medicine ape was cheap for another reason.

Cheap has its tricks.

Mrs. Ying lived in Qiansong County for a long time, and her impression of monsters was that they were ferocious and savage, and they only did house robbery. She suddenly heard that a monkey was capable of such fine work, which was very refreshing.

……

When He Lingchuan returned to his guest room, he stuffed the monkey with two catties of juicy honeydew melon and a batch of medicinal materials: "Please help me refine the incense."

As the name suggests, this incense is used to seduce the souls of living people, and it often plays a role in the hands of wicked people.Ordinary pharmacies and alchemists do not sell them. As long as you express your desire to buy urgently, you may be reported.

But the ape demon Lingguang obviously didn't have such a strong sense of morality, so he took the things and said, "It will be available in an hour."

It is not in a hurry to turn on the furnace to refine the medicine, but takes the melon to wash it in the basin, breaks it open and tastes it slowly.

He Lingchuan didn't care about it, took out the tofu bought in the market, and practiced his knife on the open space outside the house.

He exchanged his military merits for a body technique and a saber technique from the Merit Department of Panlong City.Although the two will eventually be combined, but at his current level, he can only practice each one first.

Don't even think about such a flowing sword technique or such an earth-shattering move at first.

He can only practice tofu.

He spread a whole piece of water tofu in the palm of his hand and cut it with a long knife.

The primary requirement is to cut it as thin as a cicada's wing, and each piece can transmit light.

Before getting the key, He Lingchuan never knew that the prerequisite for being a good swordsman is to be a good cook first.However, it is clearly mentioned in the general formula of the sword technique that "stability" and "accuracy" are the foundation of martial arts, and one should not be lazy at all, just like the foundation of a hundred-foot tall building.

As for the moves, skills and supernatural powers, as for any martial arts in the world that can only be broken quickly, they are all superstructures.

If the foundation is not solid, the superstructure will not be solid.

He Lingchuan cut ten knives, most of which were tofu slices as thin as leaves.

Mao Tao applauded from the sidelines: "Young Master is amazing, you can reach this level in the first training!"

He Lingchuan glared at him fiercely, and held the tofu slice to the light——

Opaque, fail!
This is not his first time.

He has practiced in the dream for five days, especially the first day was a tragedy, he peeled off a layer of skin on his palm.

Now when Maotao cut the No.30 knife under Mao Tao's eyes, his blade trembled with his hands, and the tofu was cut with jagged teeth.

It's really difficult.

After he finished spoiling a piece of tofu, Mao Tao who was standing beside him hurriedly handed over another piece.

Today's task is to cut 50 yuan tofu.

Of course, the soldiers and civilians in Panlong Dreamland are reluctant to waste food like this, so there is another option is to batch paper, stack hundreds of thin paper together, and use a knife to cut it.Every time a piece is cut and flew, the one below cannot be moved.

This method sounds much easier than peeling tofu, and the paper can be used repeatedly. He Lingchuan also practiced this way in his dream.

Living comfortably in the first two months of crossing this world did give him the idea of ​​eating and waiting for death and staying in a corner. After all, it is too difficult to work hard, so how can you lie down and be comfortable?

However, the two thrilling adventures later, whether he was tricked by Sun Guoshi to the Panlong Desert, or the fierce battle against the rebels in Xianling Lake, made him see clearly the gap between himself and his opponents.

He can win and survive, [-]% depends on luck, it has nothing to do with strength.

Even though He Chunhua believes that the eldest son is a lucky general, He Lingchuan himself understands that one cannot live by good luck forever.

This world is far more dangerous than the previous life, and all sentient beings are ups and downs in the mud.If he wants to live for a long time, he can only rely on the knife in his hand to open up wasteland and go ashore.

Half a year ago, he was still fishing at work and doing bad things in his spare time. What worried him most was not enough salary, not life and death and future.

Looking back now, it seems like a lifetime away.

... No, he has indeed been reincarnated as a human.

After He Lingchuan finished cutting 49 pieces of tofu, he could no longer lift the knife with his right hand.During these nine cold days, he was actually sweating profusely.

Mao Tao kept staring at him, He Lingchuan said angrily: "What are you looking at, you come to cut the last piece!"

"Me?" Mao Tao was startled, but actually agreed, "Okay."

He also spread out the tofu, pulled out the short dagger in the boot shaft with his right hand, and flew left and right.

"...?" Why did Mao Tao's movements seem so smooth?
In just a few breaths, the tofu was finished, Mao Tao held up a few pieces of tofu with a dagger, and said with a smile: "Please look at it, young master!"

Although it is not as thin as dark wings, each piece of tofu is as thick as a leaf.

You must know that he swung the dagger freely, without any pause in the middle, which is much more difficult, and his technique is also exceptionally proficient.

He Lingchuan grabbed him by the collar: "Have you practiced secretly before?"

"Yeah, this is our ability to eat, how can we not practice it?" Mao Tao used to be a sand bandit, and knew that he was not as strong as others, so he had to find a way to surpass others in terms of skills.

He comforted He Lingchuan in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "Don't be discouraged, young master. With your aptitude, you can do it after seven or eight days of practice."

"Discouraged? How can you see that I am discouraged?" First Young Master He snorted, and instructed him to fetch a hanging rope and tie it between two trees.

The sword practice is over, and the next step is agility.

The suspension rope is as thick as the tail finger, and it is not loose or tight according to the requirements, and it hangs slightly.

He Lingchuan jumped up and stepped on it with both feet.There was nowhere to borrow strength from the sky up and down, so he swayed twice, and quickly sank to his dantian, and finally stabilized himself.

The original body has practiced plum piles and has a good sense of balance, which is not difficult for him.

So the next step is to put your hands on your back, close your eyes and stand still.

As soon as he closed his eyes, He Lingchuan felt his world spinning.

Quickly opened his eyes, and realized that he had fallen, almost headfirst.

When you close your eyes, you lose your sense of balance.

He jumped onto the suspension rope again, this time before he could stand still, a strong wind blew by...

"Come again!"

Mao Tao watched eagerly from below: "Young master, how far do you have to practice?"

He Lingchuan gritted his teeth: "The rope is replaced with a thin thread, and I can still run freely on it with my eyes closed. This is considered a small achievement."

"What about Dacheng?"

"Standing with your eyes closed on a thin line to sharpen tofu, each piece is as thin as a cicada's wing, and they are continuous."

"..."

"Young Master." Mao Tao cautiously said, "You can take me with you. Even if I fail to practice my supernatural powers in the end, I can always make a living in the juggling troupe."

He Lingchuan took out a locust stone and hit him in the face.

Maotao yelled and dodged.

With this power, the rope swayed non-stop, and it took He Lingchuan a lot of effort to regain his balance.

"Hey, this method is also good. It kills two birds with one stone." It is not only practicing agility, but also practicing throwing accuracy.

Hu Min said that throwing is the same as archery, you have to practice accuracy and feel.

"Pick it up for me!" He took out two locust rocks and pointed them at Mao Tao's ass.

In the next half an hour, chickens and dogs jumped around in the small courtyard.

The servants of He Mansion came and went, seeing this scene they were either amused or shook their heads, the young master didn't stop, and as soon as they arrived at Shi Huan, they started playing around again.

Then the medicine monkey Lingguang appeared, and landed lightly on the hanging rope, holding a handful of black incense sticks in his hand: "Master, hook... the incense you want is ready."

It seemed to be as light as nothing, and the hanging rope didn't even move.

He Lingchuan looked down and saw that its ten toes were firmly hooked on the rope, and it was unspeakably stable.

How much effort does he have to put in to catch up with his own talent?
He sighed, and took the incense stick: "Thank you! If you have time, please help me refine Yin Yang Powder. Here, this is the prescription."

……

He Lingchuan returned to the house, closed the doors and windows, and lit candles.

Only when the candle flame went straight upwards and remained still, did he light up the soul ecstasy incense, put himself on the couch with his legs crossed, and began to fall into samadhi.

When you close your eyes, the world is plunged into darkness.He Lingchuan could only hear his long and regular breathing, and smell the strange smell of the ecstasy incense lingering around.

He silently recited the mental method in Ziwu Jue, and gradually he couldn't even hear his own breathing, but some blurred pictures began to appear in his mind.

It seems to be the furnishings in this room, but there is no color, no light and dark, only lines and outlines.

He Lingchuan understood that this was because he did not observe the surroundings with his eyes, but tried to open the so-called "eyes of heaven" in Ziwu Jue.To put it bluntly, it is the divine sense.

It felt very strange, hard to describe in words, maybe similar to the objects that bats "see" with echolocation?
Ziwu Jue has a special chapter in the general outline of the mind method, which describes the methods of cultivating and practicing spiritual thoughts.

The ancient immortals can expand their spiritual sense to avoid danger, even more effective than the five senses.He Lingchuan read this article like a treasure. After all, whether it is a large-scale battle or a personal battle, it is full of uncertainties. You never know who will lurk in the dark and wait for an opportunity to explode, who is sneaking cold arrows, and who is aiming at you. Buckle the shit pot...

The first expansion of divine sense is extremely important and very difficult.If it fails, it will take at least three to five months to try again, so He Lingchuan specially asked Yao Yuan to refine the soul-hunting incense for assistance.

In the silence, the smell of the medicinal fragrance seemed to disappear, but the things he "saw" in his mind became more and more clear.

(End of this chapter)