Master Mingzong smiled slightly, took the lampstand on the table, stretched out his index finger, and then tapped his thumb on the knuckles of his index finger.

When the thumb touched the knuckle at the end of the index finger, the master's two fingers flashed an earthy yellow light at the same time, looking like polished copper sheets swaying in the sun.

Then the master used his index finger and thumb to lightly pinch the iron rod holding the lampstone on the lampstand. A crisp sound sounded, the iron rod broke and the lampstone rolled down to the table.

"So powerful?" Zheng Qiu opened his mouth in shock and took the base of the lampstand to look at it carefully.

The broken area was smooth and without burrs. It seemed that the pole was not iron but wood, and it was cut off instantly by a sharp blade.

Master Ming Zong looked proud, drank water and explained slowly: "Apprentice, I can't stand such ordinary chores.

At first glance, anyone with a high level of cultivation can do folding things, but finger folding can only fold small things and requires the use of fingers, which is a worthless chore.

But in fact, this flower-folding finger can perfectly fit any kind of life skill, because it cannot produce Qi in its own cultivation and needs the support of life skills. And the higher the user's cultivation level, the greater the power of the flower-folding finger.

Eventually it will reach the point where it can destroy gold and jade."

Zheng Qiu flipped through the booklet, but his head was still confused: "Master, can't I practice life skills? Then how should I use this folding flower finger?"

"Hehe, this is the key point. The flower-folding finger needs the support of the life force. This energy is not activated by the user's active movement of the life force, but by the flower-folding finger. It's not that you can't detect the fit.

If you don’t know the nature of your breath, then use your folding fingers to draw out your own breath."

Bang, the master slapped the cup on the table, lit it, and warned Zheng Qiu: "Apprentice, from today on, you will practice this flower-folding finger. I said that as long as there is a sufficient amount of medicinal materials, a pig can also open a sect.

, then this concept starts from you!"

The booklet of "Flower Folding Finger" is very thin, with only about twenty pages. Zheng Qiu can finish it in the time it takes to drink a glass of water. He wrote down the movements drawn in the booklet, practiced for most of the day, and was able to draw a gourd according to the same pattern.

, it’s done perfectly.

In the next few days, he kept a few pairs of bamboo chopsticks in his pockets at all times. After attending classes in Fangcao Building and reciting the contents of good books, he would sit on a stool on the balcony and practice folding chopsticks.

However, folding chopsticks is not a simple matter of breaking. You cannot use brute force in this process. You must use the action of folding fingers and pinch the chopsticks gently, relying on your strength to break the chopsticks.

Day after day, Zheng Qiu got more and more headaches as he practiced. He could break the chopsticks with his fingers, but he still had to touch them with his fingers. As a result, none of the chopsticks were broken, but the places where his fingers touched them became increasingly slippery.

It's so bright it's almost reflective.

On this day, after listening to the master's lecture, Zheng Qiu sat on the balcony and touched the chopsticks. After taking out the chopsticks and touching them for a few times, Master Mingzong hurried over.

"Apprentice, apprentice! Those planting methods you wrote have produced results."

Zheng Qiu put down his chopsticks: "Is there any result? How is it?"

"Sure enough, as I expected, these planting methods are not very effective. The number of germination and survival is completely inferior to that of normal planting, not even one-third."

"Ah? Not even one-third?" Zheng Qiu tilted his head and recalled that he must have written correctly.

He continued to think further back. Indeed, when his grandfather on Yuexi Mountain taught him how to grow medicine, he did not say anything about the survival rate of these planting methods. He planted medicinal materials by himself only after his grandfather asked him to take care of the medicine garden by the river.

Before taking care of the medicine garden, my grandfather did all the planting work himself.

He remembered that the medicinal materials he planted by himself at that time did not seem to have died. He was wondering why the same method did not work for Master Ming Zong. Was there something wrong?

"But...but, master, I used these methods to plant, and more than 90% of them are alive." Zheng Qiu didn't dare to say that all of them were alive, so he changed it and gave a more conservative number.

"What?" This time it was Master Mingzong's turn to be confused, "More than 90% are alive? Use these planting methods?"

Without saying a word, the master grabbed Zheng Qiu's clothes and carried him all the way downstairs.

Arriving in front of a large pile of flowerpots, the master put Zheng Qiu down and took out many bags from the soil-covered basket on the side.

Master Ming Zong threw the bag in front of Zheng Qiu, pointed to the dozens of flower pots on the left and said: "There are more than ten kinds of medicinal materials here, all planted according to the method you wrote. Look at those flower pots, there are no

A few live ones.”

The master picked up a bag and stuffed it into Zheng Qiu's arms: "The ones on the right are all empty flower pots. Apprentice, you can look at them in various ways and follow your instructions."

Zheng Qiu nodded, poured out the seeds from the bag, and ran to the flower pot to plant them one by one. Master Mingzong clasped his hands behind his back and followed closely behind to watch. The more he watched, the more confused he became. Zheng Qiu indeed wrote in

The method of planting is exactly the same as his planting process. Are there other oversights?

After half a day passed, Zheng Qiu wiped his hands and looked at the master: "Master, I have finished planting."

"Um...well, are you done planting? Once you're done planting, go back."

"Go back to where?"

"Today's class is over, you go back to Fangcao Pavilion to rest."

"Oh, I'll see you tomorrow, master."

After Zheng Qiu left, Master Ming Zong took paper and pen, numbered the flower pots planted by Zheng Qiu one by one, and decided to record the growth of the medicinal materials every day.

As the days passed, Zheng Qiu still made no progress with his finger folding. One chopstick was broken, but it was not broken by his finger folding finger. He broke it when he fell while walking on the mountain road.

He went to ask Master Ming Zong what to do, but the master didn't say anything else and just asked him to continue practicing the finger folding.

But in fact, Master Mingzong was facing a big problem. He watched with his own eyes that the medicinal herbs planted by Zheng Qiu sprouted one after another. Compared with the ones he planted in the flowerpot on the left, they could be described as lush.

.

Master Ming Zong thought about what was going on for several days and decided to try Zheng Qiu in a way. He found hundreds of chrysanthemum seeds. Chrysanthemum seeds can germinate in just two days, so it was the most suitable test.

Material.

He brought a cloth bag containing chrysanthemum seeds to Zheng Qiu: "Apprentice, I have chrysanthemum seeds here, do you know them?"

"know."

"Then can you plant it?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you come with me."

Master Mingzong took Zheng Qiu up the dry ladder to the floor with dirt on the ground. He gave Zheng Qiu a cloth bag and said, "Apprentice, there are hundreds of chrysanthemums and herbs here. Plant them."

Zheng Qiu shook the bag and it was a little heavy: "Are you going to plant them all?"

"Of course, don't leave even one behind."

"oh."

Zheng Qiu brought the wooden basin, filled it with water, shook open the cloth bag and poured the seeds into it. Then he squatted by the basin and washed the seeds one by one. At the same time, he kept stirring the water to pick out the soaked seeds.
Chapter completed!