Master Mingzong smiled slightly, took the lampstand on the table and stretched out his index finger, and then put his thumb on the knuckle of his index finger in turn.

When the thumb touches the knuckle at the end of the index finger, the two fingers of the master simultaneously skim the earthy yellow flash, which looks like a polished copper sheet dangling in the sunlight.

Then the master used his index finger and thumb to pinch lightly on the iron rod of the lampstand supporting the lampstone, and with a click, a crisp sound sounded, and the iron rod broke in response, and the lampstone rolled down to the table with a gurgling grunt.

"So powerful?" Zheng Qiu opened his mouth in surprise and took the base of the lampstand to take a closer look.

The broken place was smooth and free of burrs, as if the pole was not iron but wood, and was cut off in an instant by a sharp blade.

Master Mingzong looked proud, drank water and explained slowly: "Apprentice, this kind of miscellaneous work can't get into my eyes."

At a glance, anyone with high cultivation can do this kind of thing, but folding fingers can only fold small things, and you must use your fingers, which is a kind of worthless miscellaneous work.

But in fact, this folded flower finger can perfectly fit any kind of life skill, because it itself cannot cultivate qi and needs life power to support it. And the higher the user's cultivation, the greater the power of the folded finger, and finally reach the point of destroying gold and jade. ”

Zheng Qiu flipped through the booklet, and his head was still confused: "Master, isn't it that I can't cultivate life skills?"

"Hey, that's where the key is. Folding refers to the need for the support of the energy of the life work, and this energy is not driven by the user's active operation of the life power, but is guided by the folding of the flower. It's not that you can't detect the nature of the breath that fits, so use your folding fingers to draw out your own breath. ”

Bang, the master slapped the cup on the table, and nodded Zheng Qiu and said, "Apprentice, from today onwards, you should practice this folding finger well." As I said, as long as there is a sufficient amount of medicinal herbs, the pig can also attain enlightenment, then this concept starts with you!"

The booklet of "Folding Flower Fingers" is very thin, only about twenty pages, and Zheng Qiu can finish it with a glass of water. He memorized the movements drawn in the booklet, and after practicing for most of the day, he was able to draw the gourd in the same way, and he did it exactly right.

In the next few days, he kept several pairs of bamboo chopsticks in his pocket at all times, and after listening to the lectures in Fangcao Lou and reciting the contents of the books, he sat on the balcony stool to practice folding chopsticks.

However, this folding chopsticks is not a simple break, you can not use brute force in this process, you must use the action of folding the fingers, and pinch the chopsticks lightly, relying on the strength to break the chopsticks.

Day after day, Zheng Qiu has more and more headaches the more he practices, and he obviously has chopsticks that can be broken with both hands, but he has to touch them with his fingers. As a result, the chopsticks were not broken, but the position of the fingers became more and more slippery, and the light was almost reflective.

On this day, after listening to the master's lecture, Zheng Qiu sat on the balcony and touched the chopsticks. After taking out the chopsticks and touching them a few times, Master Mingzong hurried over.

"Apprentice, apprentice, the planting methods you wrote about have borne fruit. ”

Zheng Qiu put down his chopsticks: "There is a result?"

"Sure enough, as I expected, these planting methods did not work well, and the number of germination and survival was not at all comparable to that of normal planting, not even one-third. ”

"Ah, not a third of them?" Zheng Qiu tilted his head and recalled, he should have written correctly.

He continued to think earlier, indeed, when Grandpa on Yuexi Mountain taught him to grow medicine, he didn't say anything about the survival rate of these cultivation methods. He planted medicinal herbs by himself, and after his grandfather asked him to take care of the riverside medicine garden, before taking care of the medicine garden, the planting work was completed by his grandfather.

He remembered that the medicinal herbs he planted by himself at that time did not seem to have been planted to death, and he wondered why the same method did not work for Master Mingzong, and there was something wrong with it.

"Yes...... But, master, more than ninety percent of the plants I planted in these ways were alive. Zheng Qiu didn't dare to say that he was all alive, so he changed it and said a conservative number.

"What?" this time it was Master Mingzong's turn to be confused, "More than ninety percent of them are alive?

The master didn't say a word, grabbed Zheng Qiu's clothes, and carried him all the way downstairs.

Falling in front of a large pile of flower pots, the master put down Zheng Qiu and took out several bags from the basket covered with soil on the side.

Master Ming Zong threw the bag in front of Zheng Qiu, pointed to the dozens of flower pots on the left and said, "There are more than ten kinds of medicinal herbs here, all of which are planted according to the method you wrote. If you look at those pots, there are not many living plants in them. ”

The master picked up a bag and stuffed it into Zheng Qiu's arms: "The ones on the right are all empty flower pots, apprentice, you can look at everything, just follow the method you said." ”

Zheng Qiu nodded, poured out the seeds from the bag, and ran to the side of the flower pot one by one. Master Mingzong put his hands behind his back and watched closely, the more he looked at it, the more confused he became. Zheng Qiu is indeed planting with the method of writing, and the process of planting is exactly the same as his, is there any other negligence?

After half a day, Zheng Qiu wiped his little hands and looked at the master: "Master, I'm done planting." ”

"Hmm...... Uh, when you're done, let's go back. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Today's class is over, you go back to the Fangcao Pavilion to rest. ”

"Oh, I'll see you tomorrow. ”

After Zheng Qiu left, Master Ming Zong took paper and pen, numbered the flower pots planted by Zheng Qiu one by one, and decided to record the growth of medicinal herbs every day.

As the days passed, Zheng Qiu's folded finger still made no progress, and the chopsticks were broken, but it was not broken by the folded finger, it was broken by him falling on the mountain road.

He went to ask Master Mingzong what to do, but the master didn't say anything else, just asked him to continue to practice folding flower fingers.

But in fact, Master Ming Zong was facing a big problem, he personally watched the medicinal herbs planted by Zheng Qiu sprout one after another, compared to the one he planted himself in the flower pot on the left, it can be described in two words: luxuriant.

What the hell is going on, Master Ming Zong pondered for several days and decided to try Zheng Qiu with a method. He found hundreds of seeds of chrysanthemum vanilla, which germinates in just two days and is the most suitable material for testing.

He found Zheng Qiu with a cloth bag containing chrysanthemum herb seeds: "Apprentice, I have chrysanthemum herb seeds here, do you know them?"

"Recognize. ”

"Then will you plant?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay, you come with me. ”

Master Ming Zong took Zheng Qiu up the Qianyun Ladder to the floor covered with mud, he stuffed the cloth bag to Zheng Qiu, and said, "Apprentice, there are hundreds of chrysanthemums and herbs here, you plant them." ”

Zheng Qiu flipped the bag, a little heavy: "Are they all planted?"

"Of course, not a single one is left. ”

"Oh. ”

Zheng Qiu brought a wooden basin, filled it with water, shook off the cloth bag and poured the seeds into it. Then he squatted on the edge of the basin and washed the seeds one by one, while he kept stirring the water to pick out the seeds that had been soaked to the fullest.

Master Mingzong's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, he walked to the table and sat down, playing with the lampstand on the table with both hands, but his eyes stayed in the direction of Zheng Qiu.