Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

There was a cave the size of a football field floating in Zhang Song’s sea of ​​consciousness. It was bare except for a two-meter-tall purple-veined thunder bamboo in the corner that was as thick as an arm.

His attention was focused on the stone tablet behind the thunder bamboo.

Realm: Ordinary martial arts.

Exercise: Huangting breathing technique.

Kung Fu: Rock Kung Fu.

Skills: Mountain-splitting knife technique.

Hang up sequence one: Huangting breathing technique, currently in the process of learning, in another three hours, it will reach the entry level.

AFK sequence two: Rock Skill, currently the skill is level three, and in three days, it will reach level four.

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It's more than that, it's just using a built-in plug-in that can automatically practice and hang up.

It would be enough to just block the account, why in the blink of an eye, I am here.

He opened his eyes and his sea of ​​consciousness withdrew from the immortal palace.

This is in the wild mountains. Standing on a high place and looking around, there are mountains, mountains, and more mountains. Each one is higher and steeper than the other. Only when you are among them can you feel how small you are.

Now he is in Shiniu Village of Luoyun Peak.

This is a barbarian tribe, and young hunters with strong shoulders and bare arms carrying wild boars can be seen everywhere.

Shiniuzhai is so famous that no one dares to mess with it within a 300-mile radius. The four or five tribes surrounding it all respect Shiniuzhai as their leader.

The village chief was said to be a terrifying figure, and he always saw some important figures riding on wolves to visit him, carrying more than a dozen large boxes of gifts.

I am now sixteen years old, and I have reached the third level of Rock Kung Fu. I am strong enough to fight a bull and eat two rabbits in one meal. I am just an average person in the village. Only those who have reached the sixth level of Rock Kung Fu are eligible to join the hunting team.

There is no point in thinking so much. Just carry stones, mix mud, and build a house with thatch.

Most of the villagers here built wooden pavilions with a hollow space underneath to prevent moisture and insects. Only the houses of the bigwigs were built of stone, or directly built on huge trees to show their status.

My father is a good one. Boys have to separate from the family and live on their own when they turn sixteen. My father gave me a house. When he heard that I needed stones, my father called two people and brought back five carts of large stones.

The only thing to be solved now is the livelihood issue.

There are two kinds of currency in the village, one is the silver coins and gold nuggets used by ordinary people, and the other is the spirit stones used by monks.

Of course, most people in the village still barter for wild products from the mountains. Only a small number of people who have mastered the techniques of spiritual plants and breeding will demarcate land on the edge of the village for planting and breeding.

Zhang Song had six corners of silver in his hand, which was saved by his previous life from digging mountains and chiseling rocks. It was too hard work, and Zhang Song could not do it.

"I collect millet, animal meat, and herbs, and exchange them for strong liquor."

Zhang Song borrowed a donkey cart from the wine shop and slowly wandered around the village, selling some of the grain and meat he had collected.

Wine is a good thing, and most villagers are reluctant to drink it, but they are very generous in exchanging some for the remaining animal meat. At night, they even got a whole sheep's face. This is the best yellow sheep, stewed in an iron pot for an hour, the meat is delicate, crispy, fragrant and smooth.

"Uncle Six, this is Nine Silver Horns."

After a busy day, after paying for the wine on credit and renting the donkey cart, he only had a silver dime left, but he still had thirteen pounds of wine and some animal meat.

"You are really smart. I have sold more in three days than you have in one day."

"Uncle, am I selling that? I'm exchanging it. It's all old grain and minced meat. Today, someone even brought a wolf bone that was scraped white and wanted to exchange it for wine. If I don't, I won't be allowed to leave."

"The Mo Lao Er in the hem? Only that guy can do such a thing."

"Song boy, do you have time tomorrow? The three elders of Shangzhai have a task to harvest spiritual grains, five silver coins a day."

"Go, you must go, thank you Uncle Six, by the way, I also left you a wolf bone, it weighs five or six pounds."

"Get lost."

The upper village is the residence of the monks in the village. Even though Zhang Song is only at the third level of Panshi Gong, he is not qualified to go in. He must either have a special skill or his Panshi Gong must reach the sixth level or above, which is the standard for joining the hunting team.

Of course, the most important thing is that living there requires accommodation fees, and ordinary members of the hunting team cannot afford it. It doesn’t matter where you live. Only a fool would pay every year to live in the upper village.

When I got home, I put the remaining meat in an iron pot, filled it with water, lit a fire and started stewing.

Although life was a little hard, I finally had a stable life by doing odd jobs and selling some wine, which was much better than smashing stones with great force.

…………

Linggu looks like golden waves that stretch as far as the eye can see.

A middle-aged tribesman stood at the edge of the field, wearing a blue cloth robe, with an eagle on his shoulder, no, a black crow as big as a cat.

Zhang Song and the others hurriedly clasped their fists and bowed respectfully: "Greetings to the three clan elders."

"Alright, alright, I called you here just to harvest the spiritual rice, be careful, there are a lot of bugs on the spiritual rice, don't be careless and get bitten."

"Get to work."

Zhang Song stood in the allocated ridge, poked his hands, and started working.

This rice is hard to harvest, so we dare not drop even a single grain of it. We have to be very careful and would rather go slowly than make a mistake when harvesting.

He was very careful. There were aphids on the spiritual valley. Although they were smaller than rice grains, they were as solid as a third-level rock and would tear a hole in it if bitten by one.

However, aphids are excellent bait, and five of them can be sold for a dime, which is also an invisible benefit for the harvesters.

For this kind of job, you can’t get it without some connections.

Zhang Song also promised to pay a fifty-cent introduction fee, and only then was he arranged to come in and work with several uncles.

"Be careful, kid. Don't just stare at the grain. There are rats underground. If you're not careful, your paws will be bitten off. It will be too late to regret it."

Zhang Song was happily putting two aphids into a small black wine jar, but he broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this.

Although I was still inexperienced, I knew in my heart that the man was well-intentioned, so I quickly clasped my hands together to express my gratitude.

As they were talking, they saw a black shadow swooping down, grabbing a huge rat beast not far away and flying back.

It was the clan elder's spiritual pet, and everyone looked at it with envy. Ordinary rat beasts were worthless, but a good-quality rat beast was worth ten gold coins, enough to support many people for a year.

Zhang Song was very cautious. He had the original owner's combat experience in his sea of ​​consciousness, but this thing was just like a real-life gunfight. It was real, but the feel, weight, trajectory, distance, etc. were all very different.

Is this the ferocious beast? It seems nothing special.

I was just thinking about it in my mind, but I became more cautious with my actions.

At the first level of Qi training, the perception is already very strong, and the rat beast can only be regarded as the lowest level among the ferocious beasts.

While harvesting rice, I sighed. I was supposed to be a successor of society, but I have fallen to the level of a thresher. Oh, it's too hard.

The air here is so sweet. If I practice well here, my speed will definitely double.

He suddenly gathered all his strength and kicked out hard. A black shadow flew high up and fell to the ground with a bang.

Ten gold.

The rat beast's head was deflated and blood was flowing from its mouth.

He walked over and stabbed the rat twice in the neck, making it deader than dead. Then he put it into the backpack behind him.

It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Zhang Song felt that at this moment he had been elevated, understood life, and could speak eloquently.

The elders of the three tribes drooped their eyelids, then raised them slightly to practice Qi. This little guy is lucky.