Duan De was a little excited to see so many new things, this is not like learning over there and not necessarily using them, these things can be used when they are used, and in the future, Duan De will be obsessed with cultivation and research miscellaneous, enriching his cognition.

Time never stops passing, there are no years for cultivation, and three years pass in a hurry.

Counting with his fingers, he has been here for more than six years, and he is actually almost ten years old, due to physical training, the current Duan De is already like a teenager, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his body has a strong physique that does not meet his age, and his tendons and flesh are a little exaggerated.

After three years of cultivation, Duan De's physical training has achieved a lot of results, but this qi training has made him a little speechless, and the qi that he has worked hard to practice directly allows the physical training method to be absorbed and practiced into his own body, so Duan Tiancai is still an entry-level god after practicing for three years! Lao Dao has laughed at it more than once, and he doesn't know who has to practice his body first, now it's okay, it is estimated that the physical training is not at a certain level Duan De can only be an entry-level qi practitioner forever.

For the study of miscellaneous entry-level materials, Duan De didn't have any feelings about the talisman, he thought about alchemy!, but it was not that piece of material, but he was very fascinated by practicing qi, refining weapons are inseparable from the formation, there is no way, those who don't have a cold about it also need blood, and finally told Lao Dao about his own situation, Lao Dao seems to be a refiner, and he didn't go out to find this information and knowledge, so he casually took out a lot of it for Duan De to study. Although there is no true qi and you can't refine the weapon, the knowledge is still prepared.

On this day, the old Taoist asked Duan De: "Has the kid ever killed a chicken?"

Duan De Mo asked wonderfully: "You watched me grow up, I am a cultivator, how can I move the idea of killing?"

Lao Dao glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Is there a use for rote memorization of so many things? Who told you that you don't need to kill in cultivation?"

In that era of peace, people often killed people for quarrels, not to mention the cultivator world that followed the law of the jungle, where would Duan De not know? I am afraid that there are too many monks who will kill people for a little resource, but Lao Dao's question is a bit purposeful, and he is not willing to go along.

"Say, where is the chicken, I'll kill it at noon."

Lao Dao squinted his eyes and said: "Your father has a good business, and he will help him kill pigs every day in the future!

Duan De didn't say anything, it's already early in the morning today, Duan Butcher is afraid that the meat has been sold out, when the butcher passed by the tavern at noon, Duan De told him, Duan Butcher's face full of meat twitched, and his brows furrowed: "What does that old man want to do? I handed you over to him to let you learn skills, and he would like to let you follow me to learn how to kill pigs?"

The next day, Duan De jumped out at the bottom of the river at the end of the village, ran the exercises to dry the water vapor on his body, and went to the meat stall in the town with the butcher Duan who got up early, he also came for the first time, but I didn't expect my family to be a bit of a material, ha? The town said that it was a meat stall, Duan De also said that it was a random scaffold, but he didn't think that there was a house much larger than the house in the village, it was a pig farm, and there were at least 180 pigs in it.

Duan De said to the butcher: "Okay, the scale is not small, I said that I am also a rich second generation, right? Why are you so low-key in the village?"

Duan Tuzi's generous slap swept over: "Stinky boy, don't try to beat me, this is passed down from my ancestors!

Duan Butcher has a lot of pigpens, and when the big and small pigs see him coming, they all cower and lie in the corner shivering.

Duan De keenly felt that there was some ferociousness on Duan Butcher's body, and his deterrent effect on pigs was indeed not shallow. The tall and tall Duan butcher never invited anyone to kill pigs, he did it alone, I saw him turn over into a pig pen with seven or eight fat pigs, holding an iron hook in one hand, hanging the pig's mouth, no matter how screaming the pig was struggling, he dragged out of the pig pen with one hand, told Duan De to close the door, he dragged it to the special slaughtering site, the smell was very strong, much worse than the smell of pig feces on the pig pen, the smell was mixed with an indissolvable smell of blood poured Duan De's mouth, choking tears.

Endure the discomfort and hurriedly follow, the butcher was already waiting for him, pressing the pig he carried on the stool with one leg, holding the pig's head with one hand and pressing it, and holding a thick-backed triangular head special pig killing knife with the other hand, the blade was pitch black, there was no reflection at all, and the blade was only one finger wide and snowy, and the cold light was overflowing.

The butcher waited for Duan De to come over and pointed his knife at the wooden barrel in the corner of the wall and said, "Hurry up and get the blood!"

Duan De hurriedly went up to set it up, he had also seen the killing of pigs over there, and he basically knew the process, but every time the butcher wanted to stab the knife, he would avoid it, this could not be avoided, and he looked at it blankly, Duan Butcher picked up the knife and landed on the pig's neck and quickly stabbed it out, and the blood was like a faucet that opened the gate gushing out with the knife, and the pig only hummed, and struggled a few times before moving. Looking at Duan Butcher, who had never moved as steadily as Mount Tai and pressed the pig to move, Duan De admired it, and his heart trembled a little.

Killing chickens and pigs are two different things, Duan De's strength is much stronger than Duan Butcher's, when it was his turn, an iron hook pierced down and didn't hit it, and the pig's face was hooked out of a big bloody hole, and he screamed madly and ran wildly in the pig pen, Duan De reacted so quickly now, and saw the opportunity to go down with another hook, eh?

The pig's mouth on the other side was pulled away by too much force, and Duan De, who was on fire, went up and kicked on the pig's belly, only to see that the pig collapsed the stone pig pen, snapped and hit the wall again, and never screamed again, the whole pig body was almost folded at right angles, and the Duan butcher on one side was stunned on the spot! Duan De was also stunned, eh?

"So unbeaten?"

Duan Butcher came back to his senses and roared angrily: "You stinky boy! Great strength, you can't demolish Lao Tzu's family business." Ran up and dragged the dead pig over and hurried over to make up for a knife and bleed!

Duan Butcher only needs to kill three pigs every day, and in the end, Duan Butcher personally grabbed the pig out and pressed it, and the butcher taught him where to enter the knife and what angle he could stab the heart.

"You kid can't do it! bring the knife, and I'll have to shave and disembowel later, so I don't have so much time to spend with you."

Duan De turned the sharp knife in his hand into a phantom, and it came out again with a brush.

The butcher was also stunned, looked down, and opened the wound with his fingers: "The blood came out with a bang, soared all over the place, and also splashed Duan De's head and face all over his body, the hot smell of blood flowed into his mouth, and his eyes were blood-red, Duan De threw the knife and lay on the side of the stinky ditch to frantically 'get off the pig', Duan Butcher pressed the pig until he was angry, and then looked at his son with a complicated face, and his heart was not even ten years old, right? Hehe, in the end, is it Lao Tzu's species.

Duan De returned to the old Dao courtyard with a pale face, Lao Dao was setting up a pot in the yard to boil something, and caught a glimpse of Duan De's disdainful face: "You are also suitable for sitting outside and watching the legs of the big girl, killing a pig can also be killed as if being chased by a pig."

Duan De didn't bother to pay attention to him, it wasn't caused by killing pigs, but the smell couldn't stand it for a while. Go back to the room directly to practice for a long time, only to eliminate the burden of the smell in my heart, if I kill people in the battle in the future, I am afraid that I will also be a dead pig, the old way is quite gentle, I didn't let him directly find someone to try, and Duan De didn't complain.