After Wu Zijian finished carrying one hundred and sixty-four buckets of water in one go, he intuitively felt that the hunger in his stomach was unbearable, like a fire burning on fire.

It was Wu Zijian who put down the flat burden in his hand to pick up firewood, walked to spread his hands and feet, sat on a smooth bluestone, and was emptying his Yue'er.

Seeing this, Yue'er stood up and slapped her dress, and asked Wu Zijian:

"Done?"

Wu Zijian shook his head:

"No, there are still 200 loads of firewood to chop today. ”

The reason why Wu Zijian has been able to complete the heavy chores assigned to him meticulously without the slightest compulsion.

It wasn't that he had any special feelings for doing chores, that he worked so the basis of class consciousness and out of his own volition.

But Wu Zijian found that while he was doing these heavy chores, he actually had the harvest of forging his body.

Carrying water can fully exercise his deltoid muscles and back muscles, and now not only have his muscles become more developed and stronger than before, but even his originally slender shoulders seem to have become much wider than before.

Chopping wood can temper the muscles of his two arms.

Because whenever he holds the axe in both hands and lifts it above his head to chop wood, he needs his thighs to rest and push with all his might, and under the long-term persistence, it also has a good tempering effect on his leg muscles.

As for sprinkling and sweeping the hoe garden, raising flowers and repairing trees and other sundries, Wu Zijian has also gained a lot from it and grown.

These changes, which he could clearly feel, once made Wu Zijian amazed and excited.

Actually, this is just because Wu Zijian has never been to the gym before, which is a bit rare and strange.

Otherwise, he would definitely know that chopping wood is an aerobic exercise that exercises the whole body.

Even if a mortal persistently practices it, he can hone a beautiful muscle line.

There are many professional-level boxers in the world, often holding dumbbells and using wood-chopping movements to strengthen their back muscles.

For Wu Zijian, these seemingly heavy and boring chores can not only increase his strength, but also double the palace points, so why not do it?

Although this kind of forging speed is far from being the same as that of taking elixir, at least every day, Wu Zijian is improving.

In the current environment of the Lingchu School Palace, which is like a fish and a bird in a pond, so that Wu Zijian has spirit stones and can't spend them, Wu Zijian is content.

Seeing that Yue'er was still looking at herself suspiciously, Wu Zijian was a little embarrassed and said to the little senior sister Yue'er:

"Senior sister, do you have any extra rations on you?"

Yue'er stood on the bluestone, she looked down at Wu Zijian with some amusement, and asked:

"What, are you hungry?"

Wu Zijian grinned, nodded timidly at the little senior sister Yue'er.

The food in the Lingchu Palace was not in short supply, it was just double the palace points that Wu Zijian earned every day, which was not enough to feed his growing appetite.

In addition to doing twice as much chores on the first day, Wu Zijian didn't want to eat anything after returning to the dormitory, and fell asleep, as time grew, his chores became more and more comfortable, and his appetite became bigger and bigger.

Even recently, he always felt that he couldn't eat enough and didn't eat enough......

Mortals think that after cultivating immortals, they don't need to eat anymore, but this is not the case.

Although cultivating immortals is something far beyond reality, it does not mean that mortals can't do it, and immortal cultivators can do it all.

The way of man, the loss is insufficient and the benefit is more than gained.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost.

Cultivating immortals is the way of heaven, and if there is consumption, of course it must be supplemented.

They may be able to move mountains and seas, but they can't go without food.

If you don't eat, they're hungry!

How can they move mountains and seas if they don't have the energy?!

Even the phrase 'not eating fireworks in the world' used to describe immortals in the mortal world doesn't say that immortal cultivators can skip eating, just that they don't eat the food of the world.

Immortal cultivators have evolved from human beings and other beings who have cultivated the Dao, and they have to eat before they have attained the Dao, and they have to eat even more after they have attained the Dao, and they have to eat better than before they have attained the Dao.

Otherwise, how could there be a menu of immortal cultivators in the mortal world that has been passed down from generation to generation, such as dragon liver and phoenix marrow, fairy peach spirit fruit, and elixir jade liquid, such as meat and vegetable combinations, appetizers, meals, and fruit soups?

Otherwise, in the mythological novels of the mortal world, how can there be a joke about Sun Wukong, who is more than a god in cultivation, but can still pee on the hands of the Buddha, if the monkey doesn't eat or drink, what will he use to pee?

The reason why people choose to ignore the fact that the gods also need to eat is probably because if the gods want to eat, then after eating, a series of troubles will follow.

And these troubles are too spicy for people to dare to think deeper.

This is the same reason that some fans don't want to believe that their female (male) gods can poop until they die.

People are also reluctant to believe that the gods also have to eat.

If the gods need to eat, then some problems must be faced head-on and there is no escape:

Do they?

Do they pee?

Will they spill and urine on the land that gave birth to me and raised me and on our heads as Edgeworth flies in the sky?

Rice, the gods must eat.

There is no doubt that there will be out.

But as for the fear that immortal cultivators will and pee on the heads of mortals, it is purely unfounded.

Not to mention that the height of the Immortal Cultivator's Sword's flight is much higher than that of an airplane, just that most of the Immortal Cultivators are a group of enlightened masters who have escaped from low-level interests, who will be idle and bored, facing the wind in the sky to and pee.

If, if, if, if there is really an immortal cultivator who does this, then this kind of person, he is not an immortal, he is a psychopath!

In fact, there is no need to worry about this matter.

Because, the plane that flies much lower than the Immortal Cultivator Edgeworth's flight, most of the toilets on it are directly connected to the outside world, and it is rare for anyone to be-faced.

The excrement that is discharged in the high altitude is a vertical movement in the troposphere, and it can be divided and disintegrated in an instant, and it is difficult to keep it as it is and fall to the ground.

The air that people breathe is filled with feces molecules has been going on for many years, but many people don't know about it.

The mortal aborigines of the spirit world have a more open and light attitude towards this matter than many mortals in the human world.

As the saying goes, the existence of things is reasonable, so neither insist that female (male) gods can't, nor insist that immortal cultivators don't need to eat.

People who can't face up to and urine are hypocrites.

Of course, you can't always talk about feces and urine, that's too vulgar.

Thinking about the wishful thinking of mortals, the imaginary rhetoric that immortal cultivators can not eat or drink, and then look at Wu Zijian, who had just finished picking up water and was squatting in front of the stove of the East Kitchen Hall, agitating his cheeks and munching like a hungry tiger, he knew that the words of mortals were pure fallacies.