The ninth chapter of the method of self-cultivation
the next day.
When Yu Ziqing arrived at the underground mushroom forest, a Jinlan mushroom started to collapse, a little later than before.
And the hungry ghost was not far away, right next to the chopped Jinlan mushroom.
After seeing Yu Ziqing, he immediately clasped his hands and bowed awkwardly. It seemed that he had secretly learned it somewhere and had never used it like this before. His body was stiff.
After bowing, the hungry ghost immediately retreated and disappeared into the darkness.
Yu Ziqing took a quick look and saw that the wooden bowl he had placed there yesterday was gone.
Yu Ziqing couldn't help but laugh, this hungry ghost, who was praised as being very smart yesterday, why didn't he even know how to return the bowl after finishing the meal?
Hey, after finishing this meal, don’t you want to eat another one?
I don’t even know the difference between a full meal and a full meal. It’s worse than a cat.
The wooden bowls in the village are quite precious nowadays. The wooden trunk of the Jinlan mushroom is too rough, so it can be used for making fires, but it would be difficult to use for anything else, and there are few other usable trees on the ground.
As for the outside of the village, everything is dead, let alone ordinary trees, it is difficult to see dry weeds.
Yu Ziqing was willing to take out a wooden bowl and give it to this hungry ghost. It was because he saw that he had a chance to take the right path that he was willing to give him a chance. This was one of the few things that Yu Ziqing could get his hands on.
The first time he heard Erhan say that there were hungry ghosts here, they were fierce and different, so he guessed that they were probably hungry ghosts.
It’s really not easy for people here to tell the difference between a starving ghost and a hungry ghost.
A starving ghost is a kind of ghost, and a hungry ghost is a kind of ghost.
As for the starving ghosts and hungry ghosts in the village, they probably didn't look very different, so they got confused.
There is a core difference that Yu Ziqing definitely knows better than others. The starving ghosts in this world are, as Li Chang said, always suffering from hunger, but never starving to death, and never being able to eat. They can neither survive nor die, and are tortured to madness.
Now, it’s normal to actively seek death.
Killing a crazy starving ghost is considered a good deed by many people.
But hungry ghosts are different. Although hungry ghosts are basically similar to starving ghosts at first, sometimes, hungry ghosts actually still have a chance to eat.
It's just that "sometimes" it's not that easy.
That stupid hungry ghost didn't come to return the bowl, and Yu Ziqing didn't care. Anyway, the opportunity had been given, and everything that followed was just a sideshow.
The days went on like this, with few changes, but Yu Ziqing was enjoying the food and felt quite comfortable. In less than a month, he had eaten enough every day and kept up with his nutrition. His ribs wanted to break through the skin and come out for ventilation.
, is no longer so obvious.
After chopping Jinlan mushrooms every day, you don’t have to shamelessly ask the kitchen aunt to carry them.
The ladies in the kitchen were becoming more and more stupid. Every time they came to help carry Jinlan mushrooms, they had to learn a recipe from him, and later they started to learn how to press oil.
If this continues, Yu Ziqing will have no choice but to try to wash out the starch to make cold skin...
It took a bit of effort to drag the Jinlan mushroom out of the ground, but if you take your time, you can still pull it out by yourself.
On the hillside not far away, the manager looked at Yu Ziqing and laughed. Seeing Yu Ziqing enter the kitchen, he said to Erhan beside him.
"What do you think of him?"
"The cooking is delicious." Erhan blurted out without thinking. Seeing his grandpa's face change a little, he quickly added: "Brother Yu is very good. In addition to cooking delicious food, he also knows a lot and is a good person."
It’s very good, but my body is a little weak and I can’t even carry a Jinlan mushroom.”
"Well, his cooking is indeed delicious. I never thought that Jinlan Mushroom could do this before. It would be a pity to let him go mining..."
"Grandpa, how can Brother Yu, with his body and bones, be able to dig mines?" Erhan immediately became anxious.
The chief didn't say anything. He was so happy looking at his son's appearance. After he finished laughing, he pointed to the kitchen.
"That's right. It's a waste. He's not the only one who can mine. His body is too weak. If you have time, go teach him boxing and let him increase his strength. Otherwise, you can go to Gulin one day.
If he encounters any danger, he doesn't even have the strength to call out."
"Okay, I have to be free now." Erhan smiled happily and ran to the kitchen happily.
Li Chang looked at it from a distance. After a long time, he stopped smiling and let out a long sigh, with a hint of worry that he couldn't hide between his brows.
On the other side, Erhan rushed to the kitchen door and winked at Yu Ziqing who was working inside.
"Erhan, are you so hungry that your nose and eyes are cramped?"
"No way, I have something to ask you." Erhan stretched his neck and sniffed. The fragrance of oil made him give up and say it now: "Brother Yu, you cook first, I'll wait for you to do it first.
Complete life."
"OK."
After finishing the meal, Erhan took Yu Ziqing and walked towards the back mountain.
"Erhan, what did you want to do first? Aren't you allowed to go to the back mountain?" Even so, Yu Ziqing did not stop.
He had wanted to go around the back mountains for a long time, but he had always suppressed his curiosity. Except for the places where he had to go for life and work, he never took the initiative to go anywhere else, so as to avoid more troubles.
He is just an outsider who has just arrived.
When they arrived at the back mountain, Yu Ziqing could see many tombs. The air was filled with an eerie coolness. All the people who died in the village would be buried in the back mountain. The people who came to the back mountain to steal white meat were dug here.
of.
Therefore, the back mountain has always been a very sensitive place in the village. No one dares to come here alone on weekdays. It is easy to be confused under the melons and plums.
Erhan led Yu Ziqing through a large number of tombs. Most of the tombs looked a bit old, but in only a few of them, the color of the soil on the tombs was slightly fresher.
When I walked to the place where the tomb was no longer located, I walked around a hillside again, and immediately saw a large piece of charred black stone in front of me, which was hundreds of feet long.
When you take a closer look, you can clearly see the different shades of footprints on it.
"Brother Yu, I think your body and bones are too weak. I'm afraid that when you chop mushrooms, if you encounter an insect and you shout... uh, you can't catch it, let me take you to practice boxing and strengthen your bones. You can take care of it."
Already."
Erhan didn't even ask Yu Ziqing if he wanted to do it. In his opinion, this was a great thing and he simply started practicing.
Erhan jumped onto the black stone, and his whole demeanor changed instantly. The muscles in his whole body were tense, and his usually naive eyes became sharp. With a low cry, his feet suddenly sank an inch into the black stone, feeling a strong sense of oppression.
, coming towards you.
Yu Ziqing's eyes narrowed, as if he had suddenly encountered a ferocious beast. The instinct coming from his bloodline made him instinctively take two steps back under this pressure.
Erhan, however, seemed unaware and started practicing on his own, punching and kicking, filled with a fierce aura, and a trace of bronze began to appear on his skin.
Yu Ziqing also keenly noticed that as Erhan practiced his boxing skills, traces of undetectable black energy continued to leak out of the black stone under his feet, which was absorbed by Erhan as he practiced.
As time went by, more and more of that black gas spewed out like billowing smoke, and Erhan gasped and absorbed it all.
Yu Ziqing was sure that this was definitely not a Qi refining practice, and those black gases were definitely not the gaseous substances in his impression.
This is what Lao Yang said about keeping healthy.
According to normal standards, Erhan is indeed an ordinary person. He has never started real practice. He is not a monk. Among the many ways of practice mentioned by Lao Yang, there is never such a way.
He was simply maintaining his health, but his cultivation was a bit outrageous. If he punched with all his strength, the four evil sheepherders from before would probably have their heads blown off.
After two sticks of incense, everything returned to calm. Erhanhan walked out with a smile and scratched his head.
"Brother Yu, don't blame me. When I started practicing, I forgot that I was here to teach you..."
"It's okay. I'll go through it first. It's a normal procedure. Then you can teach me slowly. By the way, what is this boxing technique called?"
Yu Ziqing is not pretentious. If he has the opportunity to learn the health-preserving methods that Lao Yang has specially warned him about, it would be a blow if he didn't learn them carefully.
"What is it called? It's called boxing."
"..."
Okay, the boxing technique is just the boxing technique, the name is not important.
When he walked onto the black stone and started practicing boxing, Yu Ziqing felt a feeling similar to that during his normal exercise. All the muscles in his body were tensing and exerting force, his heartbeat was accelerating, and his breathing was also accelerating. But at this time,
The feeling is more obvious.
The resistance that hindered him from becoming stronger was dissipated bit by bit as the boxing skills unfolded, and the feeling of resistance that prevented him from being able to lift the iron when he reached the limit was also slowly weakened until it dissipated.
A few days later, he learned a whole set of boxing techniques. After he finished practicing the whole set of boxing techniques unsmoothly, he finally found the most accurate description.
shackles.
The shackles of physical strength disappeared during the training. He could easily break the limits of mortals, but according to various definitions of monks, he was still a mortal.
Finally, there was a skill that he could practice and learn. Yu Ziqing felt that he shouldn't ask for too much, as long as he could become stronger.
…
Outside the Jinlan Mine, in the ice and snow, a group of cavalry stopped at the entrance.
All the horses were covered with a layer of scale armor, and the cavalry on them were also fully armed. The group of people remained silent, and the steaming heat continued to rise, blowing away the falling snowflakes from the sky.
The leader was a man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in black attire and a large vermilion cloak. His spine was straight and he looked ahead with a slight frown on his brows.
"You camp outside, I'll go in and pick up the goods myself."
He jumped off his horse, looked at the barren hillside on the left, then at the locust tree forest on the right, and took steps toward the center.
But before he even took a step forward, the tiger head belt hook hanging on his waist trembled slightly, a light flashed from above, and a tiger head phantom sprang out, roaring in front of him.
The visitor looked at the path in the center, frowned, looked to the left, then to the right, took out a scroll from his arms, held it in one hand and walked toward the locust tree forest on the right.
As he stepped into the woods, a layer of glimmering light overflowed from the book, enveloping his entire body.
The strange locust tree forest seemed not to notice his presence at all at this moment, and the aura inside it was flowing without any change at all.
After a short while, he passed through the locust forest and disappeared into the mist.