Qin Xu was about to cry at Lao Qin's endless exercises.

Having a librarian-turned-master is a nightmare.

What's even more terrifying is that this librarian loves to read when he has nothing to do on weekdays and has no hobbies.

Ten lines at a glance, never forget, poor cultivation talent, didn't waste time on penance cultivation to become an immortal, most of the time was spent looking through the classics of his own sect's library pavilion.

The most desperate thing is that this guy still has a long life, gnawed on a peerless treasure longevity fruit, has a lifespan comparable to Jindan, maintains the size of a child, and has no love to disturb, simple and stubborn.

On Qin Xu's way down the mountain, Old Master Qin's inspiration exploded, and he discovered two exercises from his memory that were suitable for the current situation.

Qin Xu touched his shoulders that were panicked by the self-made soil flat burden, his eyes were dull, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he listened to the old Qin master dancing in front of the flat burden, talking endlessly, and began to talk about the exercises of using heavy pressure to temper the body and enhance the ability of the spiritual acupuncture to accommodate it.

This spirit, that spirit, it doesn't matter which spirit you are, Master Qin, if you continue to raise seedlings like this, you will definitely scare him into a scumbag, oh, no, it's a learning ash.

Not even the scum is left.

Old Master Qin's enthusiasm was high, Qin Xu had not walked a third of the way, he had already finished telling the first type of heavy hammer technique, and then stared expectantly at Qin Xu's crooked steps down the mountain, and said:

"This hammer technique is the basic skill of ordinary wrestlers in the cultivation realm, and it requires very little spiritual power, and with your current state, you can barely run it. After the introduction of cultivation, the arm strength is greatly increased, the leg strength is strong, and it can carry thousands of pounds, which can be called the most basic and easiest to get started. Even the Buddha Vajra, in the early stages of his practice, used this exercise. The key to the hammer technique is to hammer one's own body, and under heavy pressure, let the spiritual power ......"

“……”

Old Master Qin looked at Qin Xu with a stiff facial expression, waited for a while, found that there was no response, and then asked:

"If you don't think it's appropriate, then I can start talking about the cultivation content of the Red Stone Sutra. The Red Stone Sutra was inherited from ancient times, and it was the practice of giants in ancient times, but unfortunately most of the cultivation methods have been lost, and only the simplest physical training techniques remain, but despite this, the Red Stone Sutra can also cultivate a very solid physique. Although the Akaishi Sutra also uses heavy pressure as the external force for cultivation, it is tempered into the bones of cultivators. The bones have undergone numerous impacts......"

Ahhh

Qin Xu is going crazy.

Whether it was the Big Fist Exercise or the Eating True Sutra, Qin Xu felt that it was too much of a toss.

This kind of physical abuse is so inhumane.

...... he pretended he didn't understand.

It's better to be a fool apprentice than to be used as a punching bag.

"When you take a step down the mountain, you can shake the pocket on your side, let the pocket hit your back, gradually increase the strength, and then run the spiritual power in your body......"

"I think it's too difficult to run spiritual power while walking, and this mountain road is too steep, if you are not careful, you don't control it well, and it will be bad. Qin Xu still walked down the mountain step by step according to his slow pace.

As for this foolish hammer action, he chose to refuse without hesitation.

Until he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Old Master Qin said that he was broken, but he couldn't convince Qin Xu to practice these two exercises.

Old Master Qin felt a little pity, and felt that this crooked mountain road, maybe he could earn two or three more spiritual powers by cultivating?

Although he was not very satisfied with Qin Xu's "disgusted with learning" attitude, the good-tempered ancestor did not get angry, but sighed, feeling that the young people now are afraid of pain and pain, and they are not as good as those disciples of the Immortal Beast Sect who have a lifelong goal of cultivation.

Realizing this, Old Master Qin was no longer reluctant, and floated to the top of the "Iron Monster Box" rented by Qin Xu, looking into the distance with heavy eyes.

Qin Xu divided one of the two big bags of peaches, plums and pears he picked, and then put the others under the back seat of the car, and then made a phone call to the eldest brother to return the borrowed old sickle.

Lao Wen had already come back from the field, and he was very surprised when he saw Qin Xu's sun set, so he was about to leave, but he didn't ask more, only greeted and said, "Xiao Qin, you stay with me for a meal, it just so happens that the meal is almost ready." ”

Qin Xu thanked him, but still refused, and said, "I still have something to do today, and I am in a hurry to go back, and I will have a chance to disturb me in the future." I asked my brother, I just picked two bags of pears and peaches, and you can take some to eat. ”

"Don't," Lao Wen waved his hand and said, "These fruits are eaten every year in our village, and it is very convenient to eat them, and they taste the same every year, small and astringent, and there are few delicious ones." You city people taste fresh, we are tired of eating. ”

It's not polite to ask, he really didn't like the fruits of the nearby mountains.

"It's all taken out, you taste the quilt, and it's troublesome to pick it on weekdays. Qin Xu persuaded again, but this peasant uncle really didn't think these little fruits were delicious, so it was better to go home and eat meat!

Helpless, Qin Xu had no choice but to carry the bag in his hand back to the car.

Wave goodbye and drive away.

Lao Wen waved his hand, carried the sickle in his hand, and turned his head to go home to eat.

Mountains and forests in the countryside, quieter earlier than the city.

In the mountains, although there are modern cooking utensils such as gas induction cookers, the old villagers who stay in the village are more willing to pick up materials such as dead branches and fallen leaves, firewood and bamboo sticks that do not cost money, and cook on earthen stoves.

As the smoke rose, the middle-aged farmer walked around, humming the popular songs of his youth quite leisurely, smelling the smell of fireworks in the air, remembering the eighty-three eagle shooting eagles he watched when he was young, he couldn't help but be possessed by the hero, waved the sickle in his hand, and thought that he was dashing to the grass next to him.

"Hah!" also gave this action a burst to set off the atmosphere.

"Whoa!" the weed snapped.

"Let's go!" a cobra with a thick hoe handle split in two, blood splattered, and smashed at Lao Wen's feet, constantly convulsing.

"Oh mamma!" the old man was so frightened that he only ran back, and his face turned white.

He retreated to a safe position, looking at the old snake that was still scurrying, and his heart fluttered.

I saw that this old snake was nearly two meters long and about five or six centimeters in diameter, and judging from the snake's head, it was a real cobra.

It is not surprising to encounter old snakes in the mountains in summer.

But such a scythe and slashing one is really a rare luck.

Lao Wen subconsciously picked up the sickle and stared at it.

I saw that the blade of the sickle, snow-white and sharp, with a thin layer of blood on the surface, and the blunt sickle that had always been used to cut grass suddenly looked more ferocious than the pig-killing knife at home.

"Ah," Lao Wen looked at the old snake on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh in his mouth, "This Xiao Qin is authentic, lend me a sickle, and give it back to me so bright and sharp, it's really a real person, it's too real." ”

Living in the mountains, Lao Wen has also caught a snake on weekdays, and he was startled before because the old snake suddenly appeared, and now he reacted, and quickly smashed his head and carried it home.

As soon as he got home, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Come and see, come and see, what did I get today?"

The old question's wife came out and said in surprise, "Did you hit the old snake?"

"Haha, guess how I hit it?" Lao Wen suddenly smiled like a big chrysanthemum, full of ambition, and spat splashed about his experience of splitting snakes.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, your niece Xiaoyu doesn't work in the Chaohai Civil Affairs Bureau, and is now looking for a partner? I know a young man, tall, good-looking, and very real-spirited, as if he is still a civil servant, do you want to introduce me?"