"Madam, we are going to Xiazhou to establish a foothold and recruit troops to accomplish a great cause. This good alchemist is also indispensable." He Chunhua certainly knew how to coax his wife well. "Shihuan City is full of gates and talented people.
Jiji, if you can find a suitable candidate from here, you can go to Xiazhou and hire someone else. From this point of view, Chuan'er may not be ignorant."
Mrs. Ying trusted her husband the most, and now her anger turned into doubt: "It's just a monkey, can it really make good elixirs?"
"I have heard of the name Qianxinliu before." He Chunhua has ambitions in the world, and of course he also studies various Taoist sects. "It is famous for its alchemy skills. Although it is a demon sect, the elixirs refined by Yao Yuan are better than those of other sects."
Human pharmacists are even better than them. This is called specialization in the art. If we hire a reputable alchemist, we may not be able to find one even if the price is doubled."
High-skilled talents are never cheap. What's more, when talents are applying for jobs in Shihuan, they have to go to Xiazhou to work. The salary also includes various hidden costs such as relocation fees.
Of course, He Chunhua didn't know that Qian Xinliu's medicine ape had another reason for asking for a cheaper price.
Cheap has its own tricks.
Mrs. Ying has lived in Qiansong County for a long time, and her impression of monsters is that they are fierce and brutal, only doing things like robbing homes and houses. Suddenly she heard that a monkey can do such delicate work, which was very strange.
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When He Lingchuan returned to his guest room, he stuffed the monkey with two pounds of watery honeydew melons and a batch of medicinal materials: "Please help me refine the incense."
As the name suggests, this incense is used to seduce the living souls of living people, and it often plays a role in the hands of people with evil intentions. It is not sold in ordinary medicine shops and alchemists. As long as you express your urgent desire to buy it, you may still buy it.
Reported.
But the monkey demon Lingguang obviously did not have such a strong sense of morality. He took the thing and said: "It will be available in an hour."
It was not in a hurry to open the furnace to refine the medicine, but took the melon into a basin, washed it, broke it open and tasted it slowly.
He Lingchuan ignored it, took out the tofu he bought at the market, and went to the open space outside the house to practice his sword.
He exchanged his military exploits for one body skill and one sword skill from the Panlong City Merit Department. Although the two will eventually be combined, at his current level, he can only practice each one first.
Don't even think about any smooth sword skills or earth-shattering moves at first.
He can only practice tofu.
He spread a whole piece of water tofu in the palm of his hand and cut it with a long knife.
The primary requirement is to cut it as thin as a cicada's wings, so that every piece can transmit light.
Before he got the key, He Lingchuan never knew that the prerequisite for being a good swordsman was to become a good cook. However, the general key to sword technique clearly mentioned that "stability" and "accuracy" are the foundation of martial arts, so he was not lazy at all.
No, just like the foundation of a hundred-foot-tall building.
As for moves, skills and magical powers, as for the only fast and unbreakable martial arts in the world, they are all superstructure.
Without a solid foundation, the superstructure will be unstable.
He Lingchuan cut it ten times, and the result was basically tofu slices as thin as leaves.
Mao Tao applauded from the side: "Young master is so awesome, you can achieve this level in the first cutting practice!"
He Lingchuan glared at him fiercely and held up the tofu slices to the light——
Opaque, failure!
This isn't his first time.
He had been practicing in the dream for five days, especially the first day, which was a tragedy. He peeled off a layer of skin on his palms.
Now when he reached the thirtieth cut under Maotao's eyes, his blade trembled along with his hand, and the tofu became jagged.
It’s really difficult.
After he finished destroying a piece of tofu, Maotao standing next to him quickly handed over another piece.
Today's task is to peel fifty pieces of tofu.
Of course, the soldiers and civilians in Panlong's Dream are reluctant to waste food like this, so another option is to batch paper. Stack a hundred pieces of tissue paper together and cut them with a knife. Every time a piece of tissue paper is cut off, the one underneath cannot be moved.
This method sounds much easier than peeling tofu, and the paper can be used repeatedly. He Lingchuan also practiced this in his dream.
The comfortable life during the first two months of traveling through this world really gave him the idea of living in peace and waiting for death. After all, it was too difficult to work hard, so how could he lie down and be comfortable?
However, two thrilling adventures later, whether he was deceived by Sun Guoshi to go to the Panlong Desert, or the fierce battle with the rebels in Xianling Lake, made him clearly see the gap between himself and his opponents.
His ability to win and survive depends largely on luck and has nothing to do with strength.
Even though He Chunhua believed that his eldest son was a lucky general, He Lingchuan himself understood that people cannot live by good luck forever.
This world is far more dangerous than the previous life, and all living beings are sinking and sinking in the mud. If he wants to survive for a long time, he can only rely on the knife in his hand to clear the wasteland and get ashore.
Half a year ago, he was still fishing at work and spending his free time. What worried him most was that his salary was not enough, not his life, death and future.
Looking back now, it feels like a lifetime ago.
...No, he has indeed been reincarnated as a human being.
By the time He Lingchuan finished peeling 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 with stern eyes. He Lingchuan said angrily: "What are you looking at? You can peel the last piece!"
"Me?" Mao Tao was startled, but actually agreed, "Okay."
He also spread out the tofu, pulled out the dagger from his boot with his right hand, and flew it left and right.
"...?" Why do Maotao's movements look so smooth?
In just a few breaths, the tofu was peeled. Maotao held up a few pieces of tofu with a dagger and said with a smile: "Master, please take a look!"
Although it is not as thin as a dark wing, each piece of tofu is as evenly thick as a leaf.
You must know that he wields the dagger freely and in one go without any pause. This is much more difficult and his technique is extremely skilled.
He Lingchuan grabbed his collar: "Have you practiced secretly before?"
"Yes, this is our ability to eat. How can we not practice it?" Mao Tao used to be a bandit. He knew that his strength was not as good as others, so he had to find ways to be better than others in terms of skills.
He comforted He Lingchuan in an experienced tone: "Don't be discouraged, young master. With your qualifications, you can do it after seven or eight days of practice."
"Discouraged? Who of you dogs have seen me get discouraged?" Young Master He snorted and ordered him to get a hanging rope and tie it between two trees.
Sword training has come to an end, next comes the body technique.
The hanging rope is as thick as a tail finger, and should be tied neither loosely nor tightly, and droop slightly as required.
He Lingchuan jumped up and stepped on it with one foot. He fell to the ground in the air and had no place to use his strength. He staggered twice, and quickly lost his energy in his Dantian, finally standing firm.
The original person had practiced Mei Zhuan and had a good sense of balance, so this was not a problem for him.
So the next step is to put your hands on your back, close your eyes and stand still.
Within seconds of closing his eyes, He Lingchuan felt like the world was spinning.
He quickly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen and almost fell headfirst.
As soon as a person closes his eyes, his sense of balance is no longer good.
He jumped onto the hanging rope again, but before he could stand firmly this time, a strong wind blew by...
"Come again!"
Mao Tao watched eagerly from below: "Young Master, how far do you need to practice this?"
He Lingchuan gritted his teeth: "If the rope is replaced by a thin line, I can still run freely on it with my eyes closed. This is considered a small success."
"What about Dacheng?"
“I stood on a thin line with my eyes closed and quickly peeled the tofu. Each piece was cut as thin as a cicada, and one after another.”
"..."
"Young Master." Mao Tao said cautiously, "You can take me with you. Even if I fail to master my magical powers in the end, I can still make a living by joining the vaudeville troupe."
He Lingchuan took out a locust stone and hit him in the face.
Maotao screamed and ran away.
With this power, the rope kept shaking, causing He Lingchuan to spend a lot of effort to find balance again.
"Hey, this method is not bad. It kills two birds with one stone." He not only practiced his body skills, but also practiced his throwing accuracy.
Hu Min said that throwing is the same as archery, and you need to develop your accuracy and feel.
"Pick it back for me!" He took out two more locust stones and pointed them at Maotao's buttocks.
Within the next half hour, the small courtyard was filled with chaos.
The servants of the He Mansion came and went, either laughing or shaking their heads when they saw this scene. The eldest young master didn't stop, and as soon as he arrived at Shi Huan, he started playing tricks again.
Then Yao Yuan Lingguang appeared, landing on the hanging rope gently and skillfully, holding a bunch of black incense in his hand: "My boss, Gou... the incense you want is ready."
It seemed 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, which 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 bundle: "Thank you! If you are free, please help me refine Yin Yang Powder. Here, here is the prescription."
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He Lingchuan returned to the house, closed the doors and windows, and lit candles.
When the candle flame was pointing straight up and steady, he lit the incense that evoked the soul, got on the couch and crossed his legs, and began to meditate.
After closing his eyes, the world fell into darkness. He Lingchuan could only hear his own long and regular breathing, and smell the strange smell of the incense lingering around him.
He silently recited the inner meaning of Ziwu Jue, and gradually he could no longer hear his own breathing, but some vague pictures began to appear in his mind.
It seems to be the furnishings in this guest room, but there is no color, no light and darkness, only lines and outlines.
He Lingchuan understood that this was because he was not using his eyes to observe the surroundings, but was trying to open the so-called "eyes of the sky" in Ziwu Jue. To put it simply, it was spiritual thoughts.
This feeling is very strange and difficult to describe in words. Perhaps it is similar to the objects bats "see" using echolocation?
Ziwu Jue has a special chapter in the General Outline of Mind Methods, describing the methods of cultivating and practicing spiritual thoughts.
Ancient immortals can expand their spiritual thoughts to avoid danger, which is even more effective than the five senses. He Lingchuan found this article like a treasure. After all, whether it is a large-scale battle or a personal battle, it is full of uncertainty. You never know who may be ambushing in the dark. Waiting for an opportunity to explode, who is secretly shooting a cold arrow, and who is putting a shit basin on your head...
The first expansion of spiritual consciousness is extremely important and very difficult. If it fails, it will have to wait at least three to five months before trying again, so He Lingchuan specially asked Yao Yuan to refine the soul-enchanting incense as an aid.
In the silence, the smell of the medicinal fragrance seemed to disappear, and the things he "saw" in his mind became more and more clear.