Zhu Yuanhao's movements became faster and faster, and the oppressive force generated by the iron and wood hammer became stronger and stronger, hammering the wooden stake like a raging storm.

The stakes were constantly being struck and had sunk deep into the earth.

But what is surprising is that Zhu Yuanhao's hammer position is extremely accurate, and whenever the stake is smashed slightly oblique, he will hammer the stake right with his next hammer.

In an instant, Zhu Yuanhao had already swung thirty-six hammers in a row, and his body rotated in mid-air with the wooden hammer for three weeks before he retracted the hammer and stood there, holding the wooden hammer in his hand and standing there steadily.

Zhu Dong looked at it dumbfounded, this was clearly the rebound force generated by the collision between the wooden hammer and the wooden stake, and transformed it into the power source of his next hammer blow.

Hammer continuously, making perfect use of the rebound every time, and then each blow is more powerful than the previous one.

Zhu Yuanhao's movements are coordinated and his posture is also very beautiful.

With each of his blows, he avoided the damage caused by the rebound to the greatest extent, and the wooden hammer was always under his control.

After Zhu Yuanhao's hammering, the wooden stake had been smashed deep below the ground, and less than a quarter of it was exposed.

"Do you see?"

Zhu Dong thought for a while and said, "Borrow strength, but it doesn't seem to be simple."

Zhu Yuanhao said indifferently: "Practice makes perfect, you can do it to my level." At the same time, you have to remember that the accuracy of the hammer is equally important, control the force, know where you will hammer when you hammer down, and don't blindly increase the speed and power. ”

After that, Zhu Yuanhao went to the kitchen and took out a pot of wine and drank it on the side.

"The piling method taught by my father is actually based on force. The Zhu family's previous spiritual machine design needed to be triggered every time it was activated, if the concept of borrowing force was used on the spiritual machine, could it be possible to design a new spiritual machine that could be continuously launched without multiple triggers?" Zhu Dong suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

Next, during the piling process, Zhu Dong has been practicing the piling method taught by Zhu Yuanhao.

Although he used Lingxin Gong to coordinate the power of the hammer and used the Xuan Ling Pupil to determine the position of the hammer, the power generated by the hammer still made it difficult for him to hammer to the desired position.

With each additional hammer, the power generated becomes more difficult to control.

Dad would occasionally give him some advice, but only for a sentence or two.

Zhu Dong is already very satisfied with this, after all, in the past, his father never took the initiative to care about him.

Zhu Dong continued to swing the wooden hammer, and the consumption of spiritual heart power was also huge.

Whenever he ran out of power, he would sit down and regain his strength.

After the spiritual skill is restored, he will immediately swing the wooden hammer again to practice piling.

At the beginning, Zhu Dong couldn't even grasp the connection between the first hammer and the second hammer.

However, by noon, he was able to swing three hammers in a row, each of which was exactly where he wanted it, and the improvement was still very noticeable.

In the evening, Zhu Dong had already laid three wooden stakes, but two of them were still very crooked.

Zhu Dong looked at the results of this day, and a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously in his heart, and Zhu Dong showed a satisfied smile at this.

Moreover, he also clearly felt that the toughness of his spiritual jade hand seemed to have increased a lot by continuing to swing the wooden hammer.

Earlier, when Dad demonstrated the piling, he swung thirty-six hammers in a row, and the stakes were hammered upright, and it looked very easy.

And he can only swing three hammers, and he doesn't know when he will reach his father's level.

When Zhu Dong thought of this, he secretly decided that in the next time, he must practice hard.

The next day

A faint purple glow had just appeared in the east, and Zhu Dong's thin figure had already strode towards the top of the mountain not far away.

If you look closely, you will definitely find that the distance he takes with each step is much farther away, and he seems to be very anxious.

When Zhu Dong reached the top of the mountain, Lan Tian greeted him as always.

It's just that there is a slight lost tone in his voice, and even the gesture of greeting is a little unnatural.

"Good morning, Brother Tian!"

After a brief greeting, Zhu Dong glanced at the top of the mountain with his spare eyes and sat down cross-legged on the big rock.

He frowned slightly, and thought to himself, "Didn't she come!"

"Xingdong, you say, that girl from yesterday, oh, by the way, the girl named Fluttershy, will she come back today?" Lan Tian asked childishly.

"Perhaps, something is delayed. Alright, it's time to get started. With that, Zhu Dong stared intently at the east.

Immersing oneself in one's cultivation, it seems, time always flies.

It wasn't until Zhu Dong slowly opened his eyes that there was no sound in his ears after all.

"Brother Tian, the old rules?" Looking at Lan Tian, who was looking around from time to time, Zhu Dong asked with a smile.

"Good!" Lan Tian turned his head abruptly and said firmly, but there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his tone.

A moment later, as the two figures disappeared, the top of the mountain entered the silence of the early morning again.

Soon, more than a month passed, and the cute little girl never appeared again.

At the top of the mountain in the early morning, the same scene has been repeated, and two figures are indispensable every day.

In these days, as long as Zhu Dong has free time, he will practice piling with his father's wooden hammer.

Life seems to be back to the same as before, and not much has changed.

The only difference is that since Zhu Dong started practicing piling, Zhu Yuanhao has drunk less alcohol, and there is more food at home than before.

Practicing piling every day is definitely a boring and tiring process.

But Zhu Dong regarded it as a physical exercise, and more than fifty days have passed, and he can now swing eighteen hammers in a row.

If Zhu Dong wants to swing the wooden hammer, he must rely on the assistance of Lingxin Gong.

Whenever his power was exhausted, he needed to sit down and recover his strength, and once his strength was restored, he continued to practice piling with a hammer.

The repeated consumption and recovery of his strength is a good exercise for his spiritual skill and willpower.

However, the first bottleneck of spiritual heart work, like an impregnable barrier, can never be broken.

Although there was no breakthrough in spiritual heart skills, his exercise was not in vain.

Now, he can swing eighteen hammers in a row, and the speed at which Lingxin Gong recovers is getting faster and faster.

Early in the morning, the time for cultivation always seems to pass quickly.

When Zhu Dong practiced in the early morning, he walked into the kitchen refreshed, and the smell of meat came to his nose.

In a few moments, two steaming bowls of broth appeared on the wooden table.

"Dad, it's time to eat," Zhu Dong shouted as he walked to his father's yurt.

For a long time, there was no movement in Zhu Yuanhao's yurt.

"On weekdays, as soon as I shout to eat, my father will come out, is my father sick?" Zhu Dong's heart tightened, and he was about to stride towards the yurt.

"Xiaodong, what were you doing just now?", at this time, a familiar voice came from behind.

Zhu Dong hurriedly withdrew his right leg that had taken half a step, turned around and ran towards the two people not far away, and said, "Dad, Uncle Jie, I went to exercise with Lan Tian, and we will go every morning." ”

Indeed, he did not lie, and every morning he would go out with Lan Tian to "exercise".

"Oh!" Zhu Yuanhao did not investigate,

He just said lightly: "Today you pack up your things, and tomorrow, Uncle Jie will take you and Lan Tian to Vico City together." ”

Zhu Dong was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing in Vico City?"