preliminary,

Step 1: Insert both hands on the top of the top and ......

A set of eight Vajra Gong, Tang Wen's work is average.

If he changes into a Taoist robe and records this paragraph on the Internet, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to break 100,000 likes.

Xiaowen is really different.

Tang Tang narrowed his eyes, unable to say how he felt specifically, but looking at his younger brother's movements, he was obviously much better looking than before.

Well, the body is also stronger than before, the young lady is quite comforted, and a feeling rises in her heart that she finally didn't waste the 16 catties of food.

[Skill: Eight Vajra Gong, Beginner (36→43/1000)]

Originally, it took about seven or eight minutes to play a set of Vajra Gong, but in the morning, he only practiced it three times at most.

Often after three times of practice, the sky is already bright.

didn't want others to see him practicing, so Tang Wen went back to the house to eat, and then went out.

Today, Tang Wen practiced six times in one go, until the top of his head was slightly hot, and the sky was not yet bright.

After drinking chestnut rice porridge and eating roasted red-billed finch, he was ready to go out.

The rice at home, after he ate a lot of food yesterday, the stock dropped to less than 60 catties in one go.

Well, I need to change some rice today.

However, the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and throughout the morning, Tang Wen only encountered a group of red-billed finch, a total of three.

Aim, shoot!

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

A stone the size of half an egg struck a branch the thickness of an arm, directly breaking the dry branch.

Frightened, the red-billed finch fluttered around the tree and flew into the distance.

Didn't give him a chance to mend the knife.

Well, I've gotten a lot stronger, and I'm shooting faster than before.

He summed up the reasons for his miss.

For the first time in 10 days, he returned empty-handed.

On the way back at noon, some dead branches were damaged, which were broken by Tang Wen with stones one after another, and brought back to the camp as firewood.

When she got home, Tang Tang saw that he didn't take out anything, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat, but she didn't say anything.

Lunch was made as usual, and the portion was the same as usual.

The two ate in silence.

Finally, Tang Wen spoke: "Sister! Roast some corn grains for me. ”

"Not full?" Tang Tang looked down at his bowl, there was still half a bowl of porridge left, let's give this to my younger brother.

"No, the bird."

"Oh~", Tang Tang understood something, put down the bowl, turned around and grabbed half a handful of corn, she didn't need to call her to know, this is enough for one or two.

"Sister, it's too little."

"Well, can the red-billed finch recognize that it's eating? It won't work, will it? Why don't I go to the water's edge in the afternoon and catch bugs for you? ”

Tang Tang threw over a series of questions, but he still obediently turned around and added a handful of corn.

The chestnut rice is slightly grilled and gives off a unique aroma.

Taking the sackcloth and carefully wrapping the corn separately and stuffing it into his arms, Tang Wen went out, walked along the path, walked to the depths of the jungle, chose a sparsely wooded clearing, opened a bag of chestnut rice, and gently sprinkled it on the ground.

Then he continued on, a few hundred paces away, and sprinkled another handful of chestnut rice.

Then in the middle of the two places, find a tree to sit down and wait quietly.

Giggles......

When the movement came, Tang Wen looked over, his eyes were surprised and surprised: This is, a pheasant!

Standing up, he slowly touched it, two hundred, one hundred, fifty, forty steps, enough.

Sou!

The stone hit the pheasant's body.

The pheasant screamed, flapping its wings and kicking its legs to take off.

Sou!

Another stone hit the pheasant's outstretched wings.

It fell to the ground diagonally.

Tang Wen rushed over, grabbed its wings, and was about to break its neck.

Suddenly, I saw the handwriting on the experience panel:

[Skill: Throwing stones, mastering (959→973/1000)]

Up 14 points of experience?

The pheasant struggled in his hands.

In this case......

He took out the spare stone bag from his bosom, tied it to one of the pheasant's wings, and after making sure that it was secure, he threw the pheasant away.

The pheasant, which has regained its freedom, tilts its head and can't wait to flapp its wings and want to fly.

It's like a new employee who has just been painted by the boss, and when he returns to his seat, his fighting spirit is so high.

But the heavy bag of stones tied to the wings makes it lose its balance, and it can't fly half a person high in half a day, let alone fly fast, after all, it's a whole bag, twenty or thirty pebbles.

"Cluck, cluck"

The pheasant was anxious and crowed.

But no matter how much it screams, it can't fly.

Like, an old employee who stays up late and works overtime all year round, when he comes home, no matter what his wife says, he has more than enough to do.

Sou.

Boom, boom!

Tang Wen hit accurately, and the pheasant screamed and pounced on the ground.

[Skill: Throwing stones, mastering (973→986/1000)]

Another 13 XP.

It's a good opportunity to brush up on experience!

The usual red-billed finch was killed with a single stone.

Or the pheasant is big and tenacious enough!

The pheasant flapped its wings and fluttered on the ground, and the stone just now hit its body and grazed its sharp beak.

It's no longer called.

Just trying to get up and trying to fly.

That clumsy appearance, like a middle-aged man who has been tormented by life for a long time, is embarrassed.

"Stand up, you can, come on...... Three more times, no, just two times, and my skills can be upgraded! ”

Tang Wen sincerely cheered it on, but he didn't feel cruel.

He had heard similar words many times.

It turned out that when he went to work, the boss always advised him to work more overtime and work harder, but Tang Wen knew that as long as he worked hard, worked hard every day, and did a good job, by the end of the year, he would definitely be able to mention occupational diseases.

As for the boss, not only can he change the boss lady, buy a few more houses by the way, raise the house price, but also rent the extra house to himself......

In the woods, at last, the pheasant, which had rested for a while, staggered and flew again.

Tang Wen let out a sigh of relief, and the stone flew out of his hand.

Yikes!

A short scream.

The pheasant fell to the ground, kicked his legs, and never moved again.

[Skill: Throwing stones, mastering → mastery (1/3000)]

[Skill: Flying Locust Stone, Proficient (1/3000)]

Upgraded!

Luckily, the last one gave 15 points of experience.

Can this skill be renamed?

"Flying locust stone" is indeed much better than "throwing stones"!

Tang Wen sighed in his heart, but he didn't stop moving, he quickly stepped forward to pick up the pheasant, reluctantly stuffed it into a cloth bag, put it in his arms, and left in a hurry.

There was a little bit of noise just now, so don't attract people over.

At this time, it was still early, and with the last packet of chestnut rice, Tang Wen finally attracted a flock of red-billed finch.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

The stones are bursting, and the birds are flying,

Mastery-level skills unlike anything you've ever had.

Five stones in a row hit, and he kept on his hands, aiming at the red-billed finch flying nimbly in the air, and continued to shoot stones.

Ji! Ji!

The red-billed finch screamed and fell.

Use two or two chestnut rice as bait in exchange for a pheasant and seven red-billed finch.

This wave is a win.

Tang Wen walked quickly away from the woods, hurriedly stepping into the camp gate without danger.

At this time, he realized that he didn't feel tired today.

It seems that this is the benefit of improving the physique attributes.

Back at the hut and seeing the pheasant, Tang Tang was so excited that he jumped up.

She talked about how much firewood she had picked up today, fetched a few buckets of water, and looked for things in circles.

After a while, he reacted: "Xiaowen, we don't have kitchen knives, we can't kill chickens." ”

There is a half-foot-long knife, which is usually used to deal with birds with big fists, but it is not enough to deal with pheasants.

"Let's sell it."

"Sell? It's too dangerous, what if you're being targeted by someone else? Tang Tang disagreed.

Tang Wen thought for a while: "I'll take it to the blacksmith shop to change the knife, cover my face, and wait for it to get a little darker." ”

Tang Tang shook his head: "It's better to go during the day, smear mud and dust on your face, change a pair of scissors, and I'll twist your hair when you come back, so others won't recognize it." ”

"It's fine."

Busy with work, Tang Wen stared at a black face and went out.

He first ran to two rice shops and came back with a few catties of rice.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Tang Tang racing firewood into a bamboo-backed basket.

"Sister, what is this for?"

"Shhh", Tang Tang whispered: "I'll put the chicken in here, and you will carry this to the blacksmith shop later." ”

"Clever."

"Hey......

Tang Tang's eyes were bent into crescents.