Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 517 Sword Technique

  In the thick soup, rice grains, crushed mountain mushrooms, and unknown vegetable roots are mixed, stirred with a spoon, and if you are lucky, you can see minced meat.

  The sound is tangy and mouth-watering.

   "Gulu..."

  Zhou Yi's throat rolled, and he blew hard to cool off the heat. The spoon slid along the edge of the bowl, and put a spoonful of steaming chowder into his mouth.

  The hot soup enters the stomach and spreads to the limbs.

"Uh…"

"Comfortable!"

  Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes with a contented expression.

  I am afraid that I will never forget this kind of satisfaction!

   Take a bite of the pancake, take a sip of the hot soup, and savor the complex strength. Before you can recover, the big bowl is already empty.

   "Store."

   Touched the big money in his arms, Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and said:

   "Another bowl of chowder and three cakes!"

"coming."

  The shopkeeper responded loudly, and delivered porridge and cakes on a tray full of oil stains, smiling and nodding:

   "The guest officer is slow to use."

  Zhou Yi was not too polite, he took two mouthfuls of soup first, then tore up the cake and soaked it in a bowl, and slowly tasted it when it tasted good.

  Three cakes like this are full of soup, and you can eat them all.

   "Chenghui, there are four big coins in total!"

"Give."

   Caressing Wei's bulging belly, Zhou Yi took out four big coins and handed them over. Seeing that the money bag was empty, he couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant.

  Back to the residence, no one else is there.

   Ergou must have gone to pick mushrooms and has not returned yet, Uncle Zheng has already started looking for other errands, and Aunt Bai went to wash clothes for others.

   "Hoo..."

   Breathing out a breath of turbid air, Zhou Yi's legs were slightly bent, and he took a horse-like posture, silently circulating the blood in his body according to the Chongguan method.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Um!"

  Accompanied by a muffled shout, a flush suddenly appeared on his face, and he staggered back, retreating from the process of rushing through the barrier.

   Fortunately, this time I ate and drank enough and was full of energy. Although I still failed to pass the level successfully, I did not consume too much and cause vomiting blood.

  The Sea of ​​Consciousness light curtain emerged.

  Name: Zhou Yi

  Age: Fifteen

  Chongguan (2/100)

   Mountain Climbing: Skilled (73/100)

   "This should be my golden finger."

  Opening his eyes, Zhou Yi moved his hands and feet, and there was no discomfort other than a little fatigue.

  After a few days of groping, he also had some conclusions about what was in his mind.

  Although there are no other source star traits, Apocalypse itself has extraordinary features, and the digitization of character attributes is just one of them.

  One certificate and permanent certificate is the foundation.

  It is impossible for a person to practice any technique to keep moving forward. Sometimes, if he does not practice for a period of time, he may become rusty and regress. This is common sense.

  But Zhou Yi is different.

  As long as he succeeds in cultivation, he can be fixed in this realm, and he will not become unfamiliar or regress, and it seems that as long as he cultivates, he will gain a certain amount.

   It's just the difference in gain.

   This is a permanent certificate!

   It's like climbing a mountain.

  In just a few days, I am much more proficient than before, and I can easily climb up rocks that I couldn't climb before. The progress is amazing.

   This can't be the explosion of his talent.

  Before the original body had been proficient for more than ten years, it had only reached 32 proficiency. In just a few days of hard work, the experience value has been pushed up to more than 70, and the body is agile when climbing rocks.

  It must be because of 'Gold Finger'.

   There is also Chongguan.

  Ordinary people's success in clearing the level depends on luck and the accumulation of their own background, but he can see the progress until he succeeds in clearing the level.

   "One time to clear the level, one experience will be added, and one hundred times will be successful."

  Zhou Jia's eyes flickered:

   "If money continues to come in, you can have a big meal and clear the level once in two or three days. If you calculate this way, you can successfully clear the level in less than a year."

   One year!

   It has not exceeded the time limit set by the Lin Family Martial Academy.

   "Crunch..."

  The door of the room was pushed open, and Er Gou came in with a sullen face. When he saw Zhou Yi, he didn't speak, but nodded, and stuffed himself into the straw pile.

"how?"

   Zhou Yi exercised his muscles and bones:

   "The harvest has become less?"

"Um."

   Ergou’s voice is dull:

   "All the mountain mushrooms in the front of the hills have been picked clean, so we can only go to the back. Not to mention the long distance and danger, the mushrooms don't grow well even if it hasn't rained for a few days."

   "We sold a total of seven coins today."

   "Not bad." Zhou Yi persuaded:

   "I didn't go out today to maintain my health, but I didn't earn a penny, and I spent a few pennies on food. You are much better than me."

   Ergou raised his head, his eyes lit up.

  People are afraid of comparison. Although his harvest is getting scarcer, he is still the one with the most income among the people in the room, and he immediately feels a lot more balanced.

   "I didn't say it."

   Ergou sat up and preached:

   "Brother Yi, you are timid. There are so many ways to go down the mountain. What is there to be afraid of? People take half of your income for no reason. You are the one who is as bold as you are and as productive as you are."

   "There are also errands. We are all people without foundation. If we can find a job, we will do it. If you don't pick and choose, you may have left here long ago."

"Yes."

   Zhou Yi chuckled, but did not refute.

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  Ergou is courageous and has a reckless personality. Ever since he got the benefit of picking mushrooms, he has devoted all his attention to it.

  The benefit of giving porridge has long been ignored.

  Every day before dawn, he left in a hurry, and no longer accompanied Zhou Yi and others.

   "Little B."

  Uncle Zheng split the vines in front of him and said:

   "Have you noticed that there are fewer and fewer businesses offering porridge at these two ends?"

"Um."

  Zhou Yi pulled Cao Teng aside, nodded and said:

   "Not only are there fewer merchants, but also there is less food in the porridge. Today I made two bowls of porridge, and I drank less than four grains of rice in total. It was all soup."

   As he spoke, he rubbed his empty stomach.

"Hey!"

  Uncle Zheng sighed softly:

   "It's only been a month since we agreed to donate the porridge for a month. I'm afraid the situation will get worse next time, so I need to find a job as soon as possible."

   Zhou Yi nodded silently.

  When the rich merchants in the city agreed to give out porridge, it was probably not because of compassion, but because they were afraid that tens of thousands of refugees would riot, and the situation would be even worse.

   There are several leaders among the refugees, and one of them named Liu Wei was born as a gangster.

  Now these people are said to have been subdued by the imperial court, and the remaining refugees have lost their wildness after a few days of giving porridge, and it is unlikely that there will be another riot.

   Tens of thousands of people.

  The daily food and drink is a huge number, and it is impossible for Kunshan City to keep it for nothing all the time, and they still have to support themselves.

  Thinking of this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh.

  He hasn't found a suitable job yet, and it will take some time for the mushroom growing technique to take effect depending on the situation.

"Be careful."

  Uncle Zheng slowed down:

   "There is a bear den ahead, let's go around it."

"what?"

   Just a few steps away, Zhou Yi shrank his eyes and clenched the kitchen knife in his hand:

   "The smell of blood?"

   "It's a corpse."

  Uncle Zheng stepped forward lamely, holding a knife to separate the branches piled up in front of him, looking solemnly at the two buried corpses below:

   "Sword wound!"

  The corpse was yellow and emaciated, ragged, and most likely they were refugees like them.

  One person's neck was cut open, another person's chest was cracked, internal organs slipped from the body, and the dry blood attracted many decaying insects.

  Zhou Yi pursed his lips, subconsciously took a few steps back.

  Everything he experienced in the Ruins Realm was, after all, an illusory dreamland to him, far less than the ontology's attitude of being indifferent to life and death.

   "This is a robbery."

  Uncle Zheng sighed softly:

   "For the sake of mountain mushrooms, people's lives are actually taken..."

   "Let's go a little further. If we meet a strongman, we can bear it."

  The last sentence is a reminder to Zhou Yi.

  ...

   "Duh!"

   "Duh!"

  Bringing a strong wind, the heavy machete landed on the root of the green bamboo, penetrating three inches into the bamboo, swaying back and forth, drew out the long knife, and slashed vigorously again.

  After more than ten times, the green bamboo broke and fell to the ground, and Uncle Zheng sat beside him panting.

   After taking the bamboo tube from Zhou Yi and pouring some spring water, he said unhappily:

   "Xiaoyi, don't think I'm not doing well at the moment. Back then, I also cultivated this wind-split saber technique to a certain level."

   "Especially this move that sweeps away thousands of troops, but it can cut out an afterimage!"

"Yes Yes."

   Zhou Yi chuckled.

Total Annihilation?

  The name of the move is quite imposing, but in fact it is a horizontal slash, without any subtlety.

   "Are you laughing at me?" Uncle Zheng opened his eyes wide:

   "Originally, I wanted to pass on this sword technique to you, but it seems that you don't like it, so forget it."

   "Teach me the sword skills?" Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly cupped his hands:

   "Don't, I believe that uncle can do it. You were the number one master of fire fighters back then, and you are still growing stronger now."

"Ha ha…"

  Uncle Zheng laughed loudly, and sighed again after laughing:

   "Back then... Forget it, don't mention what happened back then."

   As he spoke, he threw the machete at Zhou Yi:

   "I know you've always been thinking about my saber technique. There are ferocious beasts and strong men who rob the way in the mountains. It's okay to practice it, but don't expect it to be of great use."

   "The knife skills I can learn must be popular."

   "If I can learn something, I am satisfied." Zhou Yi took the knife and said seriously:

   "I still look forward to uncle's advice!"

  As Uncle Zheng said, the wind splitting knife technique is a common thing, and the combination of fancy moves is a chopping.

  The so-called vacant steps to hide the sword, turning over to lift the sword, sweeping thousands of troops, and mandarin duck kicking are all variations on the basis of chopping and chopping, and there is no difference at all.

   If there are tricks, there are.

   Charge up!

work hard!

   How to stimulate one's own strength to a greater extent is the only trick.

   "When the wind splitting knife technique has been cultivated to a certain level, the knife will produce afterimages, and the speed and strength will be doubled. At that time, I could do it with a change of blood."

  Uncle Zheng shrugged:

   "Of course, one out of ten swords can do it, and it's even more impossible to use it when you're in battle."

   "I heard that after Dacheng, it can bring out three afterimages, even in the face of formal warriors who have tempered their flesh and blood, they have the power to resist."

   "I have limited time, so I'll just talk about it briefly. If you can learn it, practice more. If you can't learn it, it's okay. It's not a good sword technique."

   Zhou Jia nodded, keeping it in mind.

  Learning knife skills is only during the break, and the two still mainly pick mountain mushrooms, but as time goes by, mountain mushrooms become more and more difficult to pick.

  The few hills in front are already bare.

  Go to the back mountain.

  Uncle Zheng has a chronic leg injury, so it is naturally impossible for him to pass.

  Income plummeted.

   From seven or eight big coins a day, to two or three coins a day, and then to almost no harvest, Uncle Zheng also completely gave up this idea.

   Zhou Yi, on the other hand, picked mountain mushrooms just by the way, and the goal was to improve mountain climbing and observe mushroom growing techniques.

   Mountain Climbing: Mastery (3/100)

  After a period of practice, after reaching 100% proficiency in mountain climbing, he advanced to proficiency, and Zhou Yi's mountain climbing skills have already amazed the mountain people who live by collecting herbs.

   Uphill and downhill, as agile as an ape.

at the same time.

   Wind Cleave: Getting Started (7/100)

  After a few days of practice, the wind splitting knife technique has also reached the entry stage. Uncle Zheng's evaluation is that the talent is mediocre, not as good as he was back then.

   Zhou Yi doesn't mind either.

   It doesn't matter if you start slowly, as long as you can keep up.

   "Plop!"

  A **** figure was thrown in front of the door.

"Who?"

"what happened?"

  Uncle Zheng stood guard in front of Aunt Bai holding a machete.

  Zhou Yi also tensed up, staring at the visitor:

   "Xu Liu, it's you!"

  Xu Liu is also a refugee, and he was in the same team at the beginning, but the relationship was very bad, because they had disputes over the ownership of the house.

   Not against each other.

   It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, Xu Liu looks like he’s doing well, and the blue clothes on his body are the symbol of the Whale Gang.

  He joined a gang?

"Humph!"

  The man named Xu Liu crossed his hands in front of him, glanced at them coldly, and kicked the 'blood man' on the ground at the same time:

   "This person is from your house, we found out about stealing mountain mushrooms."

  Zhou Jia lowered his head, narrowing his eyes:

   "Two dogs!"

   "Two dogs!"

  Aunt Bai screamed even more, subconsciously stepped forward, and then stopped with a hesitant face:

   "He stole the mountain mushroom, which has nothing to do with us."

  (end of this chapter)