"Madam, we are going to Xiazhou to gain a firm foothold and recruit troops, we are going to do a great career, and this good Danshi is also indispensable." Of course, He Chunhua knows very well how to coax his wife, "Shihuan City is full of doors and talents, so if you find a suitable candidate from here, you can go to Xiazhou and hire again." From this point of view, Chuan'er may not be ignorant. ”

Mrs. Ying trusted her husband the most, and at this moment, her anger turned to suspicion: "It's just a monkey, can you really refine the elixir?" ”

"I've heard of the name of Qianxinliu." He Chunhua is interested in the world, of course, he also has research on various Taoist sects, "It is famous for its Danshu, although it is a demon sect, but the pills refined by the medicine ape are better than those of human pharmacists, which is called a specialization in the art industry." If we go to hire a reputable Dan Master, we may not be able to find this price double. ”

High-skilled talents are never cheap, not to mention that talents apply for jobs in Shihuan, but they have to go to Xiazhou to work, and their salaries include various hidden costs such as relocation fees.

Of course, He Chunhua didn't know that there was another reason why Qianxinliu's medicine ape was cheap.

Cheap has cheap cats.

Mrs. Ying has lived in Qiansong County for a long time, and her impression of monsters is that she is fierce and rude, only doing the business of robbing houses and houses, and suddenly heard that a monkey can do this kind of delicate work, and she was very fresh.

……

When He Lingchuan returned to his guest room, he stuffed the monkey with two catties of watery melons and a batch of medicinal herbs: "Please help me refine the soul incense." ”

As the name suggests, this incense is used to seduce the soul of the living, and it often plays a role in the hands of those who are not right. Ordinary medicine stores and Danshi don't sell them, as long as you express your urgent desire to buy them, you may even be prosecuted.

But the ape demon Lingguang obviously didn't have such a strong sense of morality, and took it and said, "It's advisable after an hour." ”

It is not in a hurry to open the furnace to refine the medicine, but takes the melon to the basin to wash it, breaks it and tastes it slowly.

He Lingchuan ignored it, took out the tofu he bought in the market, and went to practice his knife in the open space outside the house.

He used his military exploits to exchange a body technique and a sword technique from the Meritorious Department of Panlong City. Although the two will eventually be combined, with his current level, he can only practice his own first.

What kind of flowing knife technique, what earth-shattering moves, don't even think about it at first.

He can only practice tofu.

He spread a whole piece of water tofu in the palm of his hand and cut it with a long knife.

The primary requirement is to be cut to a thin level like a cicada's wings, and each piece can transmit light.

Before getting the trick, He Lingchuan never knew that the premise of being a good swordsman was to train to be a good cook. However, it is clearly mentioned in the general recipe of sword art that "stability" and "accuracy" are the foundation of martial arts, and you can't be lazy at all, just like the foundation of a hundred-foot tall building.

As for the moves, skills, and supernatural powers, as for the world's martial arts, they are all superstructures.

If the foundation is not rammed, the superstructure will not be reliable.

He Lingchuan cut ten knives, and they were basically tofu slices as thin as leaves.

Mao Tao applauded on the side: "Da Shao is amazing, the first time I practiced, I had such a level!" ”

He Lingchuan glared at him fiercely, and took the tofu slices to the light-

Opaque, fail!

This isn't his first time.

He had been practicing in his dream for five days, and the first day was a tragedy, as he had peeled off a layer of skin on his palm.

Now when he slashed to the thirtieth knife under Mao Tao's nose, his blade trembled with his hand, and the tofu was sharpened.

Jinnyima is difficult.

After he finished spoiling a piece of tofu, Mao Tao, who was standing on the side, hurriedly handed over another piece.

Today's task is to finish slicing 50 pieces of tofu.

Of course, the soldiers and civilians of Panlong Dream Realm are reluctant to waste food like this, so there is another option to batch paper, stack hundreds of thin sheets of paper together, and cut them with knives. Every time you cut a fly, the bottom can't move.

This method sounds much easier than cutting tofu, and the paper can be used repeatedly, and He Lingchuan also practiced it in his dreams.

The comfortable life in the first two months of crossing this realm did give him the idea of eating and waiting for death, and a corner of peace, after all, it is too difficult to work hard, how can he lie flat and comfortable?

But the two thrilling adventures later, whether it was being deceived by Sun Guoshi to the Panlong Desert, or the vicious battle of the rebels in Xianling Lake, made him see the gap between himself and his opponent.

He can win and survive, eight points depend on luck, nothing to do with strength.

Even though He Chunhua believes that his eldest son is a lucky general, He Lingchuan himself understands that people can't live by good luck forever.

This world is far more sinister than the previous life, and all living beings are up and down in the mire. If he wants to live for a long time, he can only rely on the sword in his hand to open the wasteland and go ashore.

Half a year ago, he was still working and fishing, and his leisure was rotten, and the most annoying thing was that his salary was not enough, not his life and death and future.

Looking back now, it feels like a lifetime away.

…… No, he was reincarnated.

By the time He Lingchuan finished cutting forty-nine pieces of tofu, he couldn't lift the knife in his right hand. In these nine cold days, he actually sweated profusely.

Mao Tao kept staring at him with burning eyes, and He Lingchuan said angrily: "Look at what, you can cut the last piece!" ”

"Me?" Mao Tao was stunned, and actually agreed, "Okay." ”

He also spread out the tofu, pulled out the short dagger in the boot with his right hand, and flew it from side to side.

“……？” Why does Mao Tao's movements look so smooth?

After just a few breaths, the tofu was peeled, Mao Tao held up a few pieces of tofu with a dagger, and said with a smile: "Young master, please take a look!" ”

Although it is not as thin as a dark wing, each slice of tofu is as thick as a leaf.

You must know that he wields the dagger freely, in one go, without a pause in between, which is much more difficult, and his technique is also extremely skillful.

He Lingchuan grabbed him by the collar: "Have you practiced secretly before?" ”

"Yes, this is our ability to eat, how can we not practice?" Mao Tao used to be a sand bandit, and he knew that his strength was not as good as others, so he had to think better than others in terms of skills.

He comforted He Lingchuan in the tone of a passer-by: "Don't be discouraged, young master, with your qualifications, it will be enough to practice for seven or eight days." ”

"Discouraged? Which dog of yours saw me discouraged? He Dashao snorted and instructed him to take a hanging rope and tie it between two trees.

The sword practice is over, and the next step is the body technique.

The suspension rope is as thick as a tail finger, and it is not loose or tight according to the requirements, and it hangs slightly.

He Lingchuan jumped up and stepped on it with one foot. There was nowhere to borrow strength when the air fell up and down, he shook it twice, and quickly sank into the dantian, and it was easy to stand firm.

The original body has practiced plum piles, and his sense of balance is good, which is still difficult for him.

So the next step is to put your hands behind your back and close your eyes and stand still.

After closing his eyes for two breaths, He Lingchuan felt that the world was spinning.

I quickly opened my eyes and found that I had fallen, almost with my head down.

As soon as a person closes his eyes, his sense of balance is not good.

He jumped back on the rope, and this time before he could stand his feet, a strong wind blew......

"Come again!"

Mao Tao looked at it with a blank eye: "Da Shao, how far do you have to practice this?" ”

He Lingchuan gritted his teeth: "The rope is replaced with a thin line, and I can still run freely on it with my eyes closed, which is considered a small success." ”

"What about Dacheng?"

"Standing on a thin line with my eyes closed, I quickly peeled the tofu, and each slice was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it continued one after another."

“……”

"Big Little." Mao Tao was cautious, "You can take me with you." Even if I didn't succeed in the end, I would always be able to eat when I went to the juggling troupe. ”

He Lingchuan took out a flying locust stone and hit him at the door.

The hairy peach monster screamed and dodged.

With this capacity, the rope shook incessantly, causing He Lingchuan to make great efforts to regain his balance.

"Hey, this is not bad, kill two birds with one stone." Not only practice the body, but also practice throwing the head.

Hu Min said that throwing, like archery, has to be practiced to be accurate and feel good.

"Pick it up for me!" He found two more locust stones and aimed them at the P-share of the peach.

In the next half an hour, chickens and dogs jumped in the small courtyard.

The subordinates of the He Mansion came and went, and when they saw this scene, they were either funny or shook their heads, the eldest young master did not stop, and just arrived in Shihuan and began to play around again.

Then the medicine ape Lingguang appeared, landed on the hanging rope lightly and skillfully, and held a black incense bunch in his hand: "Owner, hook ...... The incense you want is ready. ”

It seemed to be as light as nothing, and the rope didn't even move.

He Lingchuan looked down and saw that its ten toes were firmly hooked on the rope, and it was unspeakably stable.

How much effort does he have to put in to catch up with the talent that others bring?

He sighed and took the incense bouquet: "Thank you!" If you have time, please help me refine Yin Yang San, this is a prescription. ”

……

He Lingchuan returned to the house, closed the doors and windows, and lit the candles.

When the candle flame was straight up and unmoving, he lit the incense of hooking the soul, went to the bed and crossed his knees, and began to settle down.

When you close your eyes, the world is plunged into darkness. He Lingchuan could only hear his own breathing being long and regular, and he could smell the strange smell of soul hooking incense lingering around.

He silently recited the mental method in the meridian formula, and gradually he couldn't even hear the sound of his own breathing, but some pictures began to be in his mind.

It seems to be a furnishing in this room, but there is no color, no light or darkness, only lines and outlines.

He Lingchuan understood that this was because he was not using his eyes to observe his surroundings, but trying to open the so-called "heavenly eye" in the meridian formula. To put it simply, it is a divine thought.

It's so bizarre that it's hard to describe in words, maybe it's similar to what a bat "sees" with echolocation?

Meridian Jue has a special article in the general outline of the mental method, which describes the methods of cultivating and practicing divine thoughts.

Ancient immortals can expand their divine thoughts to avoid dangers, even more effectively than the five senses. He Lingchuan saw this article like a treasure, after all, whether it is a large-scale battle or a personal battle, it is full of uncertainty, you never know who will ambush in the shadows and wait for the opportunity to break out, who is secretly releasing cold arrows, and who will put on your head......

Expanding Divine Thoughts for the first time is extremely important and difficult. If he failed, he would not be able to try again until at least three or five months, so He Lingchuan specially asked the medicine ape to refine the soul hooking incense as an auxiliary.

In the silence, the smell of medicinal incense seemed to disappear, but what he "saw" in his mind became more and more clear.