Since coming to Yanbu, Gongliang has eaten meat every day, eating meat every day, and eating it is a little greasy, so when he divided the beast meat this time, he specially asked people to share some bones with him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Speaking of which, the people of Yanbe don't seem to know all the wonders of bones.

Maybe it's the habit of eating.

Yanbe people eat mainly by grilling, so they will roast the bones and gnaw off the meat on them, suck off the bone marrow inside, and then throw the bones away, completely unaware that they can also boil a gelatinous soup from the bones.

Gongliang is also cunning, and when he saw that everyone looked at him with puzzled or foolish eyes, he didn't explain, but asked for two thick leg bones with the tribal warriors who shared the flesh. The beasts were all very big, and the worst leg bone was twenty centimeters thick, if he couldn't take it away, he would want to greedily ask for an extra beast head to go back.

The leg bones of the two fierce beasts were very long and heavy, and when they were brought home along with the other bones, Gongliang was already a little out of breath.

Before he had time to rest, he hurriedly went to the kitchen and filled the big iron pot on the stove with water, then threw a handful of salt, put some fierce beast bones in it, lit the wood and began to boil.

Before going to bed, he began to do his daily routine again, picking up a wooden stick and beating his body. Or it was because the flesh had become firm and had increased his ability to bear the weight of the beating, and he had recently found that the force with which he had tried his best to hit his body with a wooden stick seemed to have become lighter, and it felt painless to hit his body.

Maybe it's time to try it with an iron bar.

Gongliang thought as he banged his body.

In fact, there is another way to vent and compact the floating strength in the body, and that is to bear weight.

Carrying a weight is relatively simple, it is nothing more than making a bag full of sand or pieces of iron, iron and other things to carry on your body. It's just that Gongliang is now the time to grow his body, and he is afraid that he will not grow tall after carrying weights, and he will end up with Wu Dalang's three-inch short man. But it's not impossible to consider, after all, a long man is not a 24-hour a day, he can carry weights during the day and take it off at night to grow one. It's just that it doesn't work, and you have to test it to find out.

After striking the wooden stick on his back, Gongliang sat cross-legged on the bed, sat with his eyes closed, skimmed off all kinds of thoughts, and entered the realm of selflessness and emptiness.

People eat all things to give birth to and nourish, and naturally there are thousands of worries coiling in their hearts.

Some people have so many worries that as soon as they sit down and close their eyes, countless thoughts will flash through their minds. As soon as some people calm down, the past is like a movie screen, passing through their hearts frame by frame.

Therefore, it is not so easy to enter the realm of selflessness and emptiness.

Gongliang used to write novels, and countless novel images came and went in his mind every day, and sometimes he could even dream of the plot of the novel when he went to bed at night, and he didn't know how many brain cells had died. One day, when he was combing his hair in the mirror, he saw a tuft of gray hair on his sideburns, and he felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he had the idea of sitting with his heart to the sky at night, closing his eyes and mind, and meditating on his mind to calm his nerves.

It's just that some things are good to think, but hard to do.

When he first entered the meditation, Gongliang only felt that thousands of thoughts were flying in his mind, and he could not be idle for a moment, and he could not be quiet for a moment. Even if he exhausted his brainpower and tried his best not to think about it, he couldn't help it.

In the end, he had to think of a way to divert his attention.

So, when he sat down, he tried to pinch the beads with his hands and silently recite the Sutra of Tranquility, or look at the nose, the nose, the heart, and the dantian.

I didn't expect this method to really work, and I quickly let him fall into meditation. As the number of meditations increased, he slowly threw away the method of pinching beads with his hands, looking at his nose and nose and mind, as long as he wanted to enter meditation, he could enter meditation.

As he entered the realm of emptiness, the clear stream formed by the sparks that had been turned into sparks during the worship reappeared, and began to linger in his body with the qi and blood flowing in his body, and then the trace of gas in his dantian also came out, and the two gradually converged together, forming a wisp of air that was larger than the previous one.

In the dark, Gongliang seemed to have a sense and opened his eyes.

The enlarged air flow quickly retracted back into the dantian.

This time, Gongliang really felt the air flow. He couldn't believe it, so he hurriedly tightened his abdomen and raised his buttocks, closed his eyes and closed his breath, and silently sensed. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes. Really, he really sensed the air current. Could this be the legendary inner qi and true qi that he had seen in books before?

Could it be that he is the legendary genius?

I knew that he should have gone to the deep mountains and old forests to cultivate before, maybe he had already soared to the heavens, jumped out of the Three Realms, and was not in the Five Elements, so he still needed to travel here?

Of course, speaking in good conscience, he may have already turned into a rotten white bone for passing birds, beasts, insects and cockroaches to and pee on it.

Suddenly, Gongliang's eyes lit up.

Now that he has true qi, can he take the opportunity to open up the second vein of Ren Du. Legend has it that after opening up the second vein of Rendu, not only can you not be sick, but you can also be reborn, increase your longevity, and give birth to a huge force. Just thinking about it makes people's blood boil, their hearts are surging, and they are brave to move forward. Gongliang used to be familiar with the meridians of the human body because of his writing, let alone open up the second vein of Rendu. For a while, he also wanted to open up the second pulse of Ren and Du, so every night he would think that there was a breath of qi flowing from Ren to Du, but unfortunately it was useless.

He thought about the benefits of opening up the second pulse of Ren Du, his heart was hot, and he hurriedly sat upright, his heart turned to the sky, he tightened his abdomen and raised his buttocks and held his breath, thinking that the wisp of true qi in his body would flow from the perineum to the Du pulse.

It's a pity that he held his breath for a long time, but the true qi that was dormant in the dantian was still motionless, and in the end, there was no other harvest except for holding back two stinky farts.

After tossing for a long time, and finding that there was indeed no movement, he realized that he was not the kind of genius in the legend, and it was estimated that he was lucky or some other unknown reason to have this wisp of true qi. Seeing that everything was not what he thought, he didn't feel sorry for himself, no longer tossed, and simply fell into bed and fell asleep.

"Gollum, Gollum, Gollum..."

When he woke up in the morning, Gongliang heard the sound of boiling bones from the iron pot in the kitchen, and he was afraid that it would be scorched, so he got up from the bed and ran to the kitchen.

Flipping the lid of the pot, the beast's bone broth was already boiling thick as snow.

He hurriedly took out the bones, increased the heat and continued to cook, and waited until the soup became viscous and paste-like before scooping it up and putting it into a small stone pot, which could be kept for later soup when cooking soup. The remaining bones should continue to be boiled, and bones like this can be boiled at least three times. In the past, Gongliang often boiled large bone porridge to eat, and he was very experienced in this.

However, you can put the bones aside for a while when you boil them again, and the most important thing is to cook breakfast first to fill your stomach.

There was still a little bit of unshoveled beast bone paste in the pot, so he simply added water and continued to cook, then put some ordinary animal meat, fish meal and dried mountain mushrooms, and when it was cooked, he put some sausage slices made of potato starch and animal meat and wild vegetables.

In a few moments, a pot of breakfast was cooked.

Gongliang tried it and it was delicious.

At this time, he suddenly heard a swallowing sound in his ears, and when he turned his head, he saw that Brother Xiaoshi was already standing behind him at some point.

These two guys, do they have dogs' noses? They can even smell the smell of their own cooking.

Fortunately, he recently started a gang to cook things by himself, and these two guys often come over to eat, so they are a little prepared. So, he added more water to the porridge, added some starchy sausages and boiled a large pot of porridge with flour sausages, and then put things out.