Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 73

2020-11-07

Chapter 73 Sweeper?

During this period of time, martial law was responsible for the inventory of rented children, and they often stayed out all night.

Fang Dou is happy to be quiet and has a lot of time to make bean soldiers, and by the way, read the two secret recipes given by Qilie.

"The Essentials of Firearms", records many powerful firearms with formidable power, but now there are no conditions.

There are many eyes and ears in Fuyuan Temple, Fang Dou secretly refining bean soldiers, the movement is not very big, he can use the incense smoke to cover up,

If he tries to refine firearms, he must have flames, explosions and Roaring, when the time comes I can't hide it, being kicked out of the temple is the lightest.

Therefore, he could only read "The Book of Family Legacy" and chat to relieve his boredom.

The ancestor of Qilie was once a master in the art of war, otherwise he would not have left a book of war.

In this military book, there are basics such as Body Refinement, fists, weapons, bows and horses, as well as the know-how of arranging troops, and the strategic theory of judging the situation.

But what surprised Fang Dou even more was that in the book of war, there was also a way to crack the demon sorcery with soldiers.

It turns out that the strategists in this world, in addition to fighting against the army of the enemy country, also have to suppress the cult rebellion, and the demon scourges the country. There has long been an internal system.

"didn't expect!"

Fang Dou shook his head again and again, these battle formation techniques, in the final analysis, are methods that add up and lead to qualitative changes, and are naturally performed by oneself No, so Qilie only practiced the spear skills.

But Fang Dou is different. When he refinishes all the pickled corpses and gets at least a hundred bean soldiers, he can form the smallest battle formation.

"Haha, Big Brother Qi, I will definitely be able to carry forward your homework!"

Uh, why do you feel like you have been taken advantage of?

......

One day, Fang Dou got bored in the yard, so he went out for a walk.

He didn't dare to leave too far, he just walked around the yard, watching the branches and leaves of the trees wither away, and a dead leaf swirls down in the air.

It's late autumn!

shua~ shua~ shua~ , the sweeping sound was quite rhythmic and sounded beside him.

Fang Dou subconsciously turned around and was about to return to the courtyard. He was brought into the temple under martial law, and no one is being held accountable for the time being.

This fat and white monk, although greedy and lustful, is very loyal and loyal. He has been with him for a long time, and you can't bear to cheat him.

Before Fang Dou could take a few steps, an old voice sounded, "Little Monk, stop!"

Fang Dou turned around and saw an old monk with a broom in his hand. Body shook.

My mother, sweeper!

Brother Qiao Feng's stereo can't be turned off!

The broom in the hands of the old monk is woven from bamboo branches.

"senior, ah no, holy monk, may I ask for some advice!"

Fang Dou heartbeat, his legs were weak, he felt that when the other party opened his mouth, he couldn't help kneeling Down.

Who doesn't know, in any dungeon, as long as there is a sweeper, it must be a big boss.

The sweeping monk sighed, "When is this all about? The temples are all busy, why are you still enjoying yourself?"

Fang Dou was surprised, "Recently Is there a big event?"

"Master Haiyuan is coming to this temple soon, this is a big event."

Master Haiyuan is a great monk in Shimen, the place of cultivation In Huaibei, it is a great honor for Fuyuan Temple to cross the river to Jiangnan this time.

"You Little Monk, you don't look like you can work, come on, sweep the floor with me!"

Fang Dou frowned, "This Master, I'm not The monk of this monastery!"

"I said you are, and you are. Why don't you grab the broom quickly and sweep the floor with me!" It’s really a generation that’s not as good as a generation. You Little Monks can’t bear hardship. When we were young, we still paid attention to not working or eating for a day.”

“It’s not like you. I spend a lot of time reciting sutras and worshipping Buddha, but all my homework is wasted, I'm sorry Buddha!"

"Hey, where are you going, the broom is over there!"

This is not a floor sweeper, it is Tang Monk!

Fang Dou looked unhappy, and he was sure that this sweeper was by no means an expert.

What is extraterrestrial expert? Can say a word, never say a word, can keep a straight face, never show an expression, what you want is that force!

The nagging old monk in front of him is just an ordinary sweeping monk.

Fang Dou thought for a while, and then went to pick up the broom. During this time, he was entertained by martial law, and he had no shortage of food and lodging. He was sheltered by Fuyuan Temple.

Do you sweep the floor? who won't.

In half a day!

"My old waist!"

Fang Dou frowned, punched his lower back with his fists, and his waist was sore!

"Why did you stop and only sweep the courtyard a few steps!"

The sweeper couldn't help but nag, "You have to be strong."

“Why can’t I use force?”

Fang Dou couldn’t help but refute. He used the Golden Rooster Technique Body Refinement all the year round, with an instant burst of power that could smash the slate under his feet.

The work of sweeping the floor, although the instantaneous output is not high, needs to maintain the posture of mana at all times. Over time, back pain is inevitable.

"Hey, young people today, they can't bear any hardship, thinking back then..."

Fang Dou was so disappointed. He grabbed the broom in a hurry, "I'm resting!"

Then, full of resentment, the big broom, shua~ shua~ shua~, swept the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

The sweeping monk sighed, "At least 90% of your energy is wasted like this!"

Fang Dou kept his mouth shut.

A broom wrapped around the broom and swept across the slate on the ground. Dirt, dust and fallen leaves were all sucked into the broom, and the swept slate became extremely clean.

"It works!"

This tasteless spell is finally working at this moment.

Fang Dou came to the spirit, waved a big broom, and in a moment has swept the twenty-meter-long stone pavement.

The cleaning monk was beside him, saw this scene, smiled faintly, and continued to lower his head to clean.

A moment later, Fang Dou exhausted his physical strength and mana, and collapsed to the ground, "I can't do it."

The sweeping monk on the side still maintains his previous posture, sweeping at a moderate pace, sweeping through every crack and gully of the slate, one after another, like brushing his teeth.

"Get up, there's no time for you to rest!"

Fang Dou pretended not to hear, but unexpectedly, the sweeper raised his broom and slapped him.

"Want to be lazy?"

"Don't fight old man, dirty, dirty!"

Finally, Fang Dou gave in and continued with the sweeper sweep the floor.

"I'll teach you, this posture is the right one, and it saves more effort!"

Fang Dou didn't care, he was too tired. Sitting on the ground long ago.

However, as the cleaning monk corrected, Fang Dou found that the energy consumed became less, the breathing began to become stable, and the physical strength and mana gradually recovered.

(end of this chapter)