After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 180

  Chapter 180 Opening the Sky Eye

"Ma'am, we are going to Xiazhou to gain a firm foothold and recruit soldiers to buy horses. We want to do a great job, and such a good alchemist is also indispensable." Of course He Chunhua knows how to coax his wife well. Jiji, if you can find a suitable candidate from here, you can go to Xiazhou and hire another person. From this point of view, Chuan'er may not be ignorant."

  Mrs. Ying trusted her husband the most, and now her anger turned into suspicion: "It's just a monkey, can it really make good medicine?"

"I have heard of the name of Qianxinliu." He Chunhua has ambitions in the world, and of course he has studied various Taoism schools. "It is famous for its alchemy. It's as good as human pharmacists, and this is called specialization in art. If we go to hire a reputable alchemist, we may not be able to find it even if the price is doubled.”

  High-skilled talents are never cheap. What's more, talents are applying for jobs in Shihuan, the accompanying capital, but they have to go to work in Xiazhou. The salary also includes various hidden costs such as relocation expenses.

  Of course He Chunhua didn't know that there was another reason for the cheap price of Qianxinliu's medicine ape.

  Cheap has cheap tricks.

  Mrs. Ying lived in Qiansong County for a long time, and her impression of monsters was always ferocious and savage, and they only did house robbery. She suddenly heard that a monkey was capable of such fine work, which was very refreshing.

  He Lingchuan returned to his guest room, and stuffed the monkey with two catties of juicy honeydew melon and a batch of medicinal materials: "Please help me refine the incense."

  As the name suggests, this incense is used to seduce the souls of living people, and it often plays a role in the hands of wicked people. Ordinary pharmacies and alchemists do not sell them. As long as you express your urgent desire to buy, you may be reported.

   But the ape demon Lingguang obviously didn't have such a strong sense of morality, so he took the things and said, "It will be ready in an hour."

  It is not in a hurry to turn on the furnace to refine the medicine, but takes the melon to wash it in the basin, breaks it open and tastes it slowly.

  He Lingchuan didn't care about it, took out the tofu bought in the market, and practiced his knife on the open space outside the house.

  He exchanged his military merits for a body technique and a saber technique from the Merit Department of Panlong City. Although the two will eventually be combined, but at his current level, he can only practice each one first.

  What kind of flowing swordsmanship, what earth-shattering moves, don't even think about it at first.

  He can only practice tofu.

  He spread a whole piece of water tofu in his palm and cut it with a long knife.

  Primary requirements, cut to as thin as onion wings, each piece can transmit light.

  Before he got the key, He Lingchuan never knew that the prerequisite for being a good swordsman is to be a good cook first. However, it is clearly mentioned in the general formula of the sword technique that "stability" and "accuracy" are the foundation of martial arts, and one should not be lazy at all, just like the foundation of a hundred-foot tall building.

  As for the moves, skills and supernatural powers, as for any martial arts in the world that can only be fast, they are all superstructures.

   If the foundation is not solid, the superstructure will not be solid.

  He Lingchuan cut ten knives, and they were basically tofu slices as thin as leaves.

  Mao Tao applauded at the side: "Young Master is amazing, you have this level of training for the first time!"

  He Lingchuan gave him a hard look, and held a tofu slice to the light—

   opaque, fail!

   This is not his first time.

  He has practiced in the dream for five days, especially the first day was a tragedy, he peeled off a layer of skin on his palm.

   Now, when he was cutting the thirtieth knife under Mao Tao's eyes, his blade trembled with his hand, and the tofu was cut with jagged teeth.

  It's really difficult for Nima.

  After he finished spoiling a piece of tofu, Mao Tao standing beside him hurriedly handed over another piece.

  Today's task is to finish peeling fifty pieces of tofu.

  Of course, the soldiers and civilians in Panlong Dreamland are reluctant to waste food like this, so there is another option is to batch paper, stack hundreds of thin paper together, and use a knife to cut it. Every time a piece is cut and flew, the one below cannot be moved.

   This method sounds much easier than peeling tofu, and the paper can be used repeatedly. He Lingchuan also practiced this way in his dream.

  The comfortable life in the first two months of crossing this world really gave him the idea of ​​eating and waiting for death, and staying in a corner.

  But the two thrilling adventures later, whether it was being tricked by Sun Guoshi to the Panlong Desert, or the fierce battle against the rebels in Xianling Lake, made him see clearly the gap between himself and his opponents.

  He can win and survive, eight points depend on luck, it has nothing to do with strength or anything.

  Even though He Chunhua believes that the eldest son is a lucky general, He Lingchuan himself understands that one cannot live by good luck forever.

  This world is far more dangerous than the previous life, and all living beings are ups and downs in the mud. If he wants to live for a long time, he can only rely on the knife in his hand to open up wasteland and go ashore.

  Half a year ago, he was still fishing at work and wasting time in his spare time. The most worrying thing about him was not enough salary, not life and death and future.

   Looking back now, it seems like a lifetime away.

  ... No, he has indeed been reincarnated as a human.

  After He Lingchuan finished cutting forty-nine pieces of tofu, he could no longer lift the knife with his right hand. During these nine cold days, he was actually sweating profusely.

  Mao Tao kept staring at him, He Lingchuan said angrily: "What are you looking at, you come to cut the last piece!"

   "Me?" Mao Tao was startled, but actually agreed, "Okay."

  He also spread out the tofu, pulled out the dagger in the boot shaft with his right hand, and flew left and right.

   "...?" Why does Mao Tao's movements seem so smooth?

   In just a few minutes, the tofu was cut, and Mao Tao held up a few pieces of tofu with a dagger, and said with a smile: "Master, please look!"

  Although it is not as thin as dark wings, each piece of tofu is as thick as a leaf.

   You must know that he swings the dagger freely, without any pause in the middle, which is much more difficult, and his technique is also exceptionally skilled.

  He Lingchuan grabbed his collar: "Have you practiced secretly before?"

   "Yes, this is our ability to eat, how can we not practice?" Mao Tao used to be a sand bandit, and knew that he was not as strong as others, so he had to find a way to surpass others in terms of skills.

  He comforted He Lingchuan in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "Don't be discouraged, young master. With your aptitude, you can do it after seven or eight days of practice."

   "Discouraged? How can you see that I am discouraged?" First Young Master He snorted and instructed him to fetch a hanging rope and tie it between two trees.

  The knife practice is over, and the next step is agility.

  The suspension rope is as thick as a tail finger, and it is not loose or tight according to the requirements, and it droops slightly.

  He Lingchuan jumped up and stepped on it with one foot. There was nowhere to borrow strength from the sky up and down, so he swayed twice, and quickly sank to his dantian, and finally stabilized himself.

  The original body has practiced plum piles, and he has a good sense of balance, which is not difficult for him.

  So the next step is to put your hands on your back, close your eyes and stand still.

   After closing his eyes for a second, He Lingchuan felt his world spinning.

   Quickly opened his eyes, only to realize that he had fallen, almost headfirst.

  When a person closes his eyes, his sense of balance is lost.

  He jumped onto the suspension rope again, this time before he could stand still, a strong wind blew by...

   "Again!"

   Mao Tao watched eagerly from below: "Young master, how far do you have to practice?"

  He Lingchuan gritted his teeth: "The rope is replaced by a thin thread, and I can still run freely on it with my eyes closed. This is considered a small achievement."

   "What about Dacheng?"

   "Standing with eyes closed to cut tofu on a thin wire, each piece is sliced ​​as thin as a cicada's wing, and they are continuous."

  "Young Master." Mao Tao cautiously said, "You can take me with you. Even if I fail to practice my supernatural powers in the end, I can always make a living in the juggling troupe."

  He Lingchuan took out a locust rock and hit him in the face.

   Maotao yelled and dodged.

  With this force, the rope swayed non-stop, and it took He Lingchuan a lot of effort to regain his balance.

   "Hey, this method is also good. It kills two birds with one stone." It is not only practicing agility, but also practicing throwing accuracy.

  Hu Min said that throwing is the same as archery, you have to practice accuracy and feel.

   "Pick it up for me!" He took out two locust rocks and pointed them at Mao Tao's ass.

  In the next half an hour, the small courtyard was filled with chaos.

  The servants of the He Mansion came and went, seeing this scene they either laughed or shook their heads.

   Then Yao Yuan Lingguang appeared, and landed lightly on the hanging rope, holding a handful of black incense sticks in his hand: "Boss, hook... the incense you want is ready."

  It seemed to be as light as nothing, and the hanging rope didn't even move.

  He Lingchuan looked down and saw that its ten toes were firmly hooked on the rope, and it was unspeakably stable.

  How much effort does he have to put in to catch up with his own talent?

  He sighed, and took the incense stick: "Thank you! If you have time, please help me refine Yin Yang San. Here, this is the prescription."

  He Lingchuan returned to the house, closed the doors and windows, and lit candles.

   When the candle flame was straight up and stable, he lit up the incense, and he sat cross-legged on the couch and began to fall into samadhi.

  After closing your eyes, the world is plunged into darkness. He Lingchuan could only hear his long and regular breathing, and smell the strange smell of the ecstasy incense lingering around.

  He recited the mental method in Ziwu Jue silently, and gradually he couldn't even hear his own breathing, but some blurred pictures began to appear in his mind.

   It seems to be the furnishings in this room, but there is no color, no light and dark, only lines and outlines.

  He Lingchuan understood that this was because he did not observe the surroundings with his eyes, but tried to open the so-called "eyes of heaven" in Ziwu Jue. To put it bluntly, it is the divine sense.

   It feels very strange, hard to describe in words, maybe similar to the objects that bats "see" with echolocation?

  Ziwujue has a special chapter in the general outline of the mind method, which tells the method of cultivating and practicing spiritual thoughts.

  The ancient immortals can expand their divine sense to avoid danger, even more effective than the five senses. He Lingchuan read this article like a treasure. After all, whether it is a large-scale battle or a personal battle, it is full of uncertainties. You never know who will lurk in the dark and wait for an opportunity to explode, who is sneaking cold arrows, and who is aiming at you. Buckle the **** pot...

  The first expansion of divine sense is extremely important and difficult. If it fails, it will take at least three to five months to try again, so He Lingchuan specially asked Yao Yuan to refine the soul-hunting incense for assistance.

  In the silence, the smell of the medicinal fragrance seemed to have disappeared, but the things he "saw" in his mind became more and more clear.

  (end of this chapter)

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