As Zhijia really expected, the day after the carp man left in anger, the rations allocated to him were greatly reduced.

A crumpled worm stem, so scented that you can't see the color. Unlike in the past, the worm stem is much smaller, only the thickness of a finger, and there is a faint musty smell of staleness. A palm-sized grass cake is crushed and baked with pond grass, algae, reed roots and snail shells, and the color is charred and black, hard and rough as bricks. Zhi Hunt really sat in the mud hole, twisted up the dried worms, put them in his mouth and took a small bite, which was sour and smelly, so disgusting that his stomach was sour, and he almost wanted to gause.

He paused for a moment before taking a second bite, then stopped, trying to suppress the feeling of vomiting. After eating most of the worm, he could no longer swallow it, so he had to swallow it with water. Eating dried worms, the hunger is even stronger. He soaked the straw cake in water, and after a long time it softened slightly, and it was bitter and astringent to bite, mixed with fine sand, and creaked between his teeth.

Shikami tore the grass cake into small pieces and chewed them slowly. Although the taste is crude and unpalatable, there is a hint of novelty in my heart. This is something he has never experienced, not to mention the Hou Mansion with brocade clothes and jade food, even in the village of Bailing Mountain, he is also to open his mouth for food, stretch out his hand for clothes, and enjoy everything he can. Now that he has been reduced to three meals, it has made him think deeply, and then introspect himself.

The so-called "clothing, food, housing and transportation are all cultivation." "Whether you are hungry or not, or Zhong Mingding's food, it is just an external thing. If you use it to get the method, you can help it, and if you use it illegally, it will become an obstacle. Like the swordsmanship cheats of the Hou Mansion, although it improves the swordsmanship, but if you blindly indulge in it, you can't get out of your own swordsmanship.

The same is true of these dried worms and grass cakes. Rather than not being able to swallow and feeling disgusted, it is better to be willing to eat it and use it as a sharpening sword stone to sharpen the Dao heart. Thinking of this, Zhi Hunt's true state of mind has reached a few points, and even the pair of "Except for the sword, there is nothing else." The purpose of ruthless kendo is also understood.

After chewing the last small piece of grass cake with difficulty, Zhi Hunt Zhen Fang Jue was half full. He reached out and grabbed the bone sword and swung it a few times. With a slight exertion, his internal organs followed by violent shocks, causing pain to his arm to twist, and the bone sword fell to the ground.

Zhi Kari Zhen leaned over and picked up the bone sword, it seemed that he only had the power of a sword before he recovered from his injuries. One sword can't kill the other party, only one death.

Originally, Zhi Kari really didn't care. He was brought into the Earth Dream Dao by the white jade dice, and it was impossible for him to stay here for a long time, and sooner or later he would return to the Earth Dao. Even if the carp is damaged, it doesn't matter. However, feeling the great success of Ah Guang's sword, he seemed to vaguely touch a trace of the true rhyme of the carp's sword.

If you want to understand the mystery, you must use this carp body to truly embark on the journey of the carp warrior as Ah Zhen.

Adjusting his breathing, he repeatedly inspected the carp's body: as in the previous days, the meridians were covered with sores and damage. A brilliant golden sword qi and a brilliant silver sword qi each wandered through their internal organs, breaking in unscrupulously. These days, the wisps of fine sword qi in the body absorbed and fused with each other, and finally merged into two sword qi. Once Zhi Hunt Zhen was lucky, the two sword qi were pulled by the qi and collided fiercely, making it difficult for him to continue.

Zhihai has not changed much: the stars rise and fall, the waves flicker, interweaving a looming void chessboard. The eight-winged golden cicada lies dormant in the core of the spiritual sea, bathed in starlight, radiant, and its wings seem to be plated with a layer of gorgeous metallic luster.

The heart of the hunting heart moved, the eight-winged golden cicada was very good at sensing good fortune and misfortune, but at that time, the sun was reaching the body, why didn't it give a little warning?

Could it be that sunlight is good for condensing the sword fetus?

Daomen tasted the words: "Lonely yin is not born, and solitary yang is not long." Yin and yang are rooted in each other, and the impulse is harmonious. According to this principle, the harmony of the sun and the moon is the right way to condense the sword fetus.

Zhi Hunt really couldn't help but lift his spirits, now that the yin and yang in his body are mutually exclusive, will he lack "impulse"?

He pondered and meditated, trying his best to recall the books in the Hou Mansion. In Taoist classics, it originally refers to the neutralizing qi born from the collision of yin and yang, but in essence, what is the essence of impulse......

"Ah Zhen, Ah Zhen!" Outside the mud cave, Ah Guang's shout could be heard in the distance, and he rushed all the way to the place, shouting in surprise, "Ah Zhen! Come with me, the flipping bucket has appeared! It's at the entrance of the village, let's hurry up and pick up the good things!"

Without waiting for Zhi Hunt Zhen to ask, Ah Guang picked him up without saying anything and ran out desperately. I ran to the edge of the reeds in one breath before stopping.

The surroundings were already full of carp people, all holding iron basins, iron swords, and iron ore...... , staring ahead. In the void, a large and strange fish head was slowly poking out, its eyes half-closed, as if it was sleeping, and its drooping eyelids were as large as a curtain, covered with layers of gray folds. A large wide mouth is flat and flat, stretching to the sides of the fish's gills and lazily spitting out strings of bubbles.

"Is this a flip bucket kun?" Zhi Hunt asked curiously, leaning on Ah Guang's back.

"Uh-huh, you don't know yet, do you? The Flipper Kun is a strange beast that shuttles through the void, what extraterrestrial meteorites, void flowers and plants, star beast wreckage, and messy garbage...... As long as they see it, they will swallow it in one gulp, regardless of whether they can eat it or not. Ah Guang gushed out, "In fact, the tipping fish can only feed on the floating fish, and other things cannot be digested in the stomach at all. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen said suddenly: "So you have to hunt and kill the Flip Kun and take out the contents of its stomach." ”

Ah Guang grinned: "How can our small village kill the Flip Kun?

Little by little, the giant body of the flipper kun drilled out of the void, and a huge shadow was cast down, almost enveloping the entire Yantang Village. Its whole body is scaleless, covered with slippery colored mucus, its dorsal fin towers like a knife mountain, and its tail is more than ten zhang wide like a giant funnel, spewing out thick and long turbid gas from time to time, extending out in the air and lasting for a long time.

Suddenly, the carp desperately tapped the iron tools in their hands, making a loud and chaotic noise, which shook the eardrums of Zhijiaozhen. Ah Guang also picked up two stones, and the "bang" non-stop. For a time, the accent of Yantang Village was boiling, and the noise was shocking.

The flip bucket kun shuddered suddenly, and the fish's head slowly twisted, burrowing into the void, as if trying to escape. "Bang!" A loud sound cracked through the clouds, deafening, Uncle Meng held a broadsword the size of a door panel, and slashed down, slashing a piece of iron ore into pieces and exploding, and the gravel slammed.

The giant tail of the flipper shook suddenly, ......and a bunch of miscellaneous and colorful foreign objects sprayed out of the funnel, smashing down in all directions like hailstones.

The carp erupted into high-pitched cheers, screaming hoarsely as they struck louder and louder. The giant tail of the tipping bucket kun shook one after another, like a fountain bursting up, constantly shooting out dense debris.

"Haha, Ah Zhen, you know now, right? As long as the flipper kun hears the noise, it will!" Ah Guang knocked on the stone excitedly and shouted again and again, "Isn't it fun?

Zhijia Zhen stared at the foreign objects scattered all over the sky in a daze, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. This is a void thing, a cultivation material, a rare and precious resource in the human world!