Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 9 The Way of Self-cultivation
the next day.

When Yu Ziqing arrived at the underground mushroom forest, a Jinlan mushroom wobbled and began to collapse, which was a little later than the time when it was felled in the past.

And that hungry ghost was not far away, it was right next to the felled brocade mushroom.

After seeing Yu Ziqing, he immediately bowed his hands awkwardly. It seemed that he learned it secretly from nowhere, and he had never used it like this before, and his body was stiff.

After one prostration, the hungry ghost retreated immediately and disappeared into the darkness.

Yu Ziqing glanced at it, and saw that the wooden bowl that was placed there yesterday was gone.

Yu Ziqing laughed, this hungry ghost praised him for being smart yesterday, why didn't he even know how to return the bowl after eating?

Why, after this meal, don't you want to eat another meal?
I don't know the difference between a full meal and a full meal, it's worse than a cat.

The wooden bowls in the village are now very precious things. The woody trunk of Jinlan mushroom is too rough, it can be used for burning fire, but it is difficult to do other things, and there are few other usable trees on the ground.

As for the outside of the village, everything is dead, not to mention ordinary trees, dry weeds are hard to see.

Yu Ziqing was willing to give this hungry ghost a wooden bowl, because he saw that he had a chance to walk the right path, so he was willing to give him a chance. This is one of the few things Yu Ziqing can give.

The first time I heard Erhan say that there are starving ghosts here, they are fierce and different, so he guessed that they are probably hungry ghosts.

It is indeed not easy for people here to distinguish the difference between a starving ghost and a hungry ghost.

The starved ghost is a kind of ghost, and the hungry ghost is a kind of ghost.

As for the hungry ghosts and hungry ghosts in the village, they probably didn't seem to have a big difference, so they got confused.

There is one core difference, and Yu Ziqing is definitely clearer than others. The starving ghosts in this world, as the head of the village said, will always suffer from hunger, but they will never starve to death, and they will never be able to eat. They cannot survive or die, and they are tortured crazy It's a normal route to take the initiative to seek death.

Killing a crazy starving ghost, in the eyes of many people, is considered a good deed.

Hungry ghosts are different. Although hungry ghosts are basically similar to starving ghosts at first, sometimes, hungry ghosts still have a chance to eat.

It's just that "sometimes" is not so easy.

Yu Ziqing didn't care that the stupid hungry ghost didn't come to return the bowl. Anyway, the opportunity had already been given, and the follow-up was all side-effects.

The days went on like this, with few changes, but Yu Ziqing enjoyed it and felt very comfortable. In less than a month, he had enough food every day and kept up with his nutrition. His ribs wanted to pierce the skin and rush out to breathe. , is no longer so obvious.

After chopping Jinlan mushrooms every day, there is no need to ask the kitchen aunt to carry them.

These aunts in the kitchen are becoming more and more chicken thieves. Every time they come to help carry the mushrooms, they have to learn a recipe from him, and then they start to learn how to extract oil.

If this continues, Yu Ziqing can only try to wash out the starch to make Liangpi...

It took a bit of effort to drag the Jinlan mushroom out of the ground, but slowly, one person could barely pull it out.

On the hillside not far away, the head of the department looked at Yu Ziqing, he laughed and laughed, and saw Yu Ziqing entered the kitchen, so he said to the second boy beside him.

"What do you think of him?"

"It's delicious to cook." Erhan blurted out without even thinking about it. Seeing that his grandpa's face changed a little, he quickly added: "Brother Yu is pretty good. Apart from cooking delicious food, he also knows a lot and is a good person. It's very good, but my body is a bit weak, and I can't even carry a Jinlan mushroom."

"Well, he cooks really delicious food. I never thought that Jinlan Mushroom could do the same thing. It's a pity to ask him to mine..."

"Grandpa, Brother Yu has such a strong body, how can he dig mines!" Erhan immediately became anxious.

The head of the village didn't say a word, looking at his son, he was overjoyed, and after laughing, he pointed to the kitchen.

"That's right, it's a waste, mining is not bad for him, his body is too weak, if you have time, go teach him boxing techniques, let him increase his strength, otherwise, someday go to Gulin He doesn't even have the strength to call out when he encounters any danger."

"Okay, I have to be free now." Erhan smiled happily and ran to the kitchen cheerfully.

Li Chang watched from a distance, and after a long time, he restrained his smile, let out a long sigh, and there was a trace of worry that couldn't be hidden between his brows.

On the other side, Erhan rushed to the door of the kitchen and winked at Yu Ziqing who was working inside.

"Erhan, are you so hungry that your nose and eyes are cramping?"

"No, I'm looking for you for something." 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 Finished."

"Row."

After a meal, Erhan took Yu Ziqing and walked back to the mountain.

"Erhan, what did you say first? Isn't it impossible to go to the back mountain?" Having said that, Yu Ziqing didn't stop.

He has wanted to go around the back mountain for a long time, but he has always restrained his curiosity. Except for the places where he must go for life and work, he has not taken the initiative to go to other places, so as to save more troubles.

He's just an outsider who hasn't been here for long.

When he arrived at Houshan, Yu Ziqing could see many tombs, and the air was filled with eerie coolness. All the people who died in the village would be buried in Houshan, and those who came to Houshan to steal white meat were dug here. of.

Therefore, Houshan has always been a very sensitive place in the village. No one dares to come here alone on weekdays, and it is easy to be unclear.

Erhan led Yu Ziqing through a large area of ​​tombs. Most of the tombs looked old, and only a few of them could see that the color of the soil on the tombs was a little fresher.

Walking to the place where the tomb is no longer located, and turning around a small hill again, I immediately saw a large piece of scorched black stone hundreds of feet in size in front of me.

When you get closer, you can clearly see the footprints of different shades.

"Brother Yu, Grandpa sees that your body is too weak. I'm afraid that when you chop mushrooms, if you encounter insects, you will shout... Uh, you can't catch them. Let me take you to practice boxing and strengthen your bones. Look good." gone."

Erhan didn't ask Yu Ziqing if he was willing or not. In his opinion, this was a great thing, so he just started practicing directly.

Erhan jumped onto the black stone, his whole temperament changed instantly, his muscles tensed, his usual eyes became sharp, and with a low shout, his feet suddenly plunged into the black stone by an inch, with a strong sense of oppression , rushing towards us.

Yu Ziqing's eyes froze, as if he had encountered a fierce beast suddenly, the instinct from his blood made him instinctively take two steps back under this oppressive feeling.

Erhan didn't seem to realize it, and began to practice on his own, punching and kicking, full of fierce breath, and his skin began to show a tinge of bronze.

Yu Ziqing also keenly noticed that as Erhan practiced boxing techniques, traces of undetectable black air continuously overflowed from the black stone under his feet, and was absorbed by Erhan as he practiced.

As time went by, more and more of that black gas spewed out like billowing wolf smoke, and Erhan sucked it all up with a huff.

Yu Ziqing is sure that this is definitely not a practice of refining qi, and the black gas is definitely not the gas substance in his impression.

This is what Lao Yang said about nourishing one's health.

According to normal standards, Erhan is indeed an ordinary person. He has never started a real practice. He is not a monk. Among the many ways of practice that Lao Yang said, there has never been such a thing.

He was just purely nourishing his body, but his self-cultivation was a bit outrageous. If he punched with all his strength, the four evil shepherds from before would have their heads smashed.

After two sticks of incense passed, everything returned to calm, Erhanhan walked out with a smile, scratching his head.

"Brother Yu, don't blame me, I forgot that I was here to teach you when I practiced..."

"It's okay. I'll read 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 hypocritical, he can learn the method of self-cultivation that the old sheep has specially instructed, if he has the opportunity to learn it, if he doesn't learn it hard, wouldn't it be a stick.

"What is it called? It's called boxing."

"..."

All right, boxing is boxing, the name is not important.

When he walked onto the black stone and started to practice boxing, Yu Ziqing felt it, a feeling similar to his normal exercise, the muscles of the whole body were tensed, the heartbeat was accelerating, and the breathing was also accelerating, but at this time The feeling is more obvious.

The resistance that prevented him from becoming stronger dissipated bit by bit as the boxing unfolded, and the sense of hindrance that he couldn't lift when he pushed the iron to the limit also gradually weakened until it dissipated.

A few days later, he learned a whole set of boxing techniques, and after he finished practicing the whole set of boxing techniques not so smoothly, he finally found the most accurate description.

shackles.

The shackles of physical strength disappeared during the exercise, and he could easily break through the limits of mortals, but in the definitions of various monks, he was still a mortal.

Finally, there was one he could practice and learn, Yu Ziqing felt that he should not be too demanding, as long as he could become stronger.

……

Outside the Jinlan Mine, in the ice and snow, a group of cavalry stood at the entrance.

All the horses were covered with a layer of scales, and the cavalry on them were also fully armed. A group of people were silent, and the steaming heat kept rising, blowing away the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The first person, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, is dressed in a black outfit, wearing a vermilion cloak, with a straight spine, looking ahead, frowning slightly.

"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 forest on the right, and stepped towards the center.

But before he took a step, the tiger head belt hook hanging on his waist trembled slightly, a light flashed on it, and a phantom with a tiger head sprang out and roared 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 pocket, held it in one hand and walked towards the locust forest on the right.

As he stepped into the woods, a gleam of light overflowed from the scroll, enveloping his entire body.

The weird pagoda tree forest seemed to be unaware of his existence at the moment, and the aura in it flowed without any change.

After a while, he passed through the locust trees and disappeared into the mist.

(End of this chapter)