Under the sun,

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to cultivate.

The eagle's internal qi circulates between the Twelve Righteous Meridians and the Eight Wonder Sutras, and is no longer limited to a certain meridian, but simultaneously refining 560 tiny meridians throughout the body.

The realm is the foundation of all martial arts.

It is an excellent exercise for him to divide such a large amount of internal force over the years, and in just over ten days, the firearm precision control martial art "Thousand Silk Leads" has broken through from Dacheng to perfection.

This is also the first martial art he has cultivated to perfection.

Now one internal force can be divided into thousands of parts, and the accuracy of anti-materiel sniper rifles will inevitably be greatly improved.

In addition to being happy, he was also a little stunned.

The martial art of "Thousand Silk Introduction" started in junior high school, and now he has been practicing for six years, and his progress is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but he can always feel a little bit of progress.

But now, there is no way to advance, no matter how much he practiced, no matter how much he meditated, he could not make a breakthrough.

This martial art has reached the limits envisioned by its creators.

Jiang Ding thought more.

Now it's just a martial art, if one day, the fundamental exercise reaches the limit of the creator, will the cultivation stop forever?

“…… What was I thinking! ”

Without continuing to think deeply, Jiang Ding smiled to himself.

A Qi practitioner is not even a small cultivator, thinking about the limit of the Xianmen exercises, this is too arrogant.

In addition to "A Thousand Silk Introductions", "King Kong Seal", which maintains the stability of firearms, is also close to consummation, and under the double consummation, it is not a problem to get a martial artist limit score in the firearms elective course of the college entrance examination.

Routinely glanced at the monitoring of Golden Knife Mountain, as before.

Golden Dao Old Zu Weitu was furious for a long time after learning of the death of his son Wei Xian, and went crazy looking for people, but naturally he didn't find anything, and now he stays in the Golden Dao Gate all day long, rarely going out.

According to observations,

Jiang Ding found that the entire people of the Golden Dao Sect seemed to have been planted with some kind of ecstasy by the black-robed people, and turned a blind eye to him, but they would subconsciously do things that were beneficial to the black-robed people, such as collecting living martial artists, hundred-year-old elixirs, spiritual materials and other things, and the methods were very strange.

Jiang Ding retracted his gaze and looked at the blue gold tree in front of him.

The whole body is blue, the branches are luxuriant, as if it is made of metal, and it has grown a little taller in just ten days, reaching more than 40 centimeters, and the blue gold roots like iron wires are exposed from the seepage holes of the Juling flower pot, and they are deeply rooted in the ground seven or eight meters away.

The sun's rays gathered on its branches and trunks in a radius of seven or eight meters, and the edges of the slender and slender oval leaves were slightly red, like metal being calcined in a furnace.

It is also true, the noon sun with a radius of seven or eight meters gathers in one place, and the temperature easily rises to more than two thousand degrees, which is close to the melting point of tungsten, and the bones can be burned into ashes.

The thorn blue spirit wood fused with the wooden sword was not unusual at all, the breeze blew, and even a cheerful wind chime could be heard between the collision of metal leaves.

“…… The pots are a bit small......"

Jiang Ding's gaze stayed on the blue gold root whiskers that were full of seepage holes, and he said with a headache.

The plan is not as good as the change, who would have thought that the wooden sword would grow up, and the flower pot would soon not match the wooden sword, and sooner or later it would be burst, and it would be necessary to buy a new one as soon as possible.

The first-order condensing array that regulates humidity in the flower pot, the first-order fire gathering array that regulates temperature, and the first-order spirit gathering array are all formations that are very helpful for the growth of the wooden sword.

It's best to buy a boutique array flag type movable formation, the kind that covers an area.

"The tree will grow bigger and bigger, and now it can barely be covered by the courtyard wall, and no matter how tall it is, it will not work."

"It's better to have optical masking, divine shielding, well, the kind that assists in condensing light should also be ......"

After a series of requests, Jiang Ding shook his head first.

"No money, no spirit coins."

"This kind of highly demanding custom formation requires at least a thousand spirit coins, and now I can't afford it anyway, let's get the optical masking formation first, and then reserve the external formation interface."

Jiang Ding remembered the deal agreement with Chen Xi, and suddenly had more snacks.

In addition to retreating and cultivating, he did not cut off contact with the outside world, and after Mu Jian recovered, he hid his body from time to time and went out to hang out, and he also had an understanding of things on the rivers and lakes.

After receiving the support of the major innate Daoists, Zhou Weitu frantically sent people to search for various mountain forests and caves in the mountains hundreds of miles southeast of Yuejing, and with the help of treasure map guidance, he got closer and closer to the true location of the Seven Mysterious Caves.

It is conceivable that if the Seven Mysterious Caves are really found, the various sects and the innate powerhouses will inevitably break out into tragic bloody battles, and the pattern of the rivers and lakes and the Yue Kingdom will undergo major changes.

“…… However, this has nothing to do with me, none of these Righteous Demon Sects are good things......"

Jiang Ding's hand moved, the blue gold tree stopped photosynthesis, the roots contracted, the crown and leaves contracted, turned into a flying sword and flew into his cuffs, and the figure flashed and disappeared.

……

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Outside the window, thousands of lights are lit, even the street lamps are hung with blessing lanterns, and the air is full of the smell of incense and candles.

"Settle, come and deal with the hair of the pig's head."

Lin Wanqiu was busy in the kitchen, preparing incense candles, melons and fruits, candy, old wine, broth and vegetable porridge and other tributes, and was so busy that even Jiang Yuan was arrested to choose vegetables, and the cartoons were empty.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he had to go to his grandparents and grandmother, together with his uncle Lin Yong's family, but he could only go out after worshipping his ancestors at home and letting off firecrackers.

I have to hurry, and when I get to my grandparents' house, I have to be busy for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

"Okay, Mom."

Jiang Ding answered, came to the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw a complete pig's head in the sink, which had not been treated at all.

With his hand on the pig's head, the blue-hearted eagle poured into his fingers.

The wisps of internal force are divided into thousands of parts, extremely sharp, the hair and dead skin on the pig's head are instantly emptied, clean and powdery, and the internal force silk thread goes along the corner of the pig's mouth, enters the teeth and tongue, and the depth of the pig's ears, all come to a deep level of cleaning.

"Okay, Mom, do you want to burn the skin?"

Jiang Ding asked uncertainly.

Although it is already clean, there may be some differences in flavor between burning and not burning the skin, and the ancestors may prefer the taste of previous years.

"Ah, alright?"

Lin Wanqiu turned her head in surprise and found that the pig's head had pink and neat skin, and its teeth were white, comparable to ultrasonic washing.

It's only been less than two seconds since it came in, right?

"Well, I should have it, that's how my grandmother taught me."

"Okay."

Jiang Ding set up the spray gun again, lit the fire, and stopped when the pig skin was a little charred, and with a little finger, the internal force gushed out, peeling off the charred surface, revealing the burnt yellow pig skin, and then washed it with water and put it in the cauldron.

Next is to cut green onions, green peppers, kill chickens, kill ducks, pluck feathers, etc., no matter what he does, he can clean it with just a few fingers, which is extremely efficient.

“…… It's amazing......"

Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded.

(End of chapter)