Chapter 3

Cultivation is never a pleasant thing. It's boring. Second, converge and condense the aura, and then understand the immortal's orifices. It's a really painful process. The aura seeps into the body, just like a person stabbing the body with an awl all the time.

However, Yang Junshan soon found something that surprised him. Originally, he wanted to replace the earth covering spirit formula with the earth covering spirit formula. The first thing he should do is to convert the earth covering spirit accumulated in the previous year into the earth covering spirit.

But in the process of cultivation, Yang Junshan found that while he was re condensing and transforming the earth covering aura, he was actually absorbing the weak aura from the spiritual well and condensing it into earth e aura, that is to say, Yang Junshan could use one heart and two purposes in the process of cultivation!

After thinking about it, Yang Junshan attributed all this to his previous life's experience. In that world, although Yang Junshan's qualification was mediocre and his life was rough, he staggered all the way to push his cultivation to the fourth level of martial arts.

Perhaps it is precisely because of his previous life experience that Yang Junshan can have a perception and mind far beyond his current age, and can easily achieve the cultivation of the dual use of the heart.

Sometimes even Yang Junshan can't figure out whether he is really reborn with a lifetime of experience, or it is simply a prediction in a dream, but Yang Junshan can confirm that the experience like a dream really has a very real impact on himself.

For example, it is far beyond the mature minds of its peers, such as the "Wutu treasure formula" just completed, and the perception of mind and spirit that can divide the mind into two purposes.

Yang Junshan's cultivation had to end until the middle of the month. It was not that he was bored, but that his body had reached the limit to withstand Reiki condensation.

The flesh is not strong enough. Otherwise, with Yang Junshan's will far exceeding that of his peers, he could have insisted for a longer time. However, after all, Yang Junshan is only 12 years old. It's really good that he can pull a stone mulberry bow.

Early the next morning, Yang Junshan got up early and saw that his second brother Yang Junping and his younger sister Yang Junxin had opened their posture and played a set of boxing in the front yard.

This set of boxing is called "mangniu boxing". It is a family boxing handed down by the children of the Yang family. It is mainly used to exercise the strength of the flesh. Every child of the Yang family should learn this kind of boxing to fight and boil the body since childhood, even Yang Junxin, who is seven and a half years old, is no exception.

Seeing that Yang Junshan came out of the house, Yang Junxin, who had already punched a set of reckless cattle panting, took the opportunity to stop and shouted, "OK, brother is lazy again. He is lazy every time!"

Han Xiumei was making breakfast. When she heard the speech, she stretched out her head from the kitchen and said, "little girl, don't be lazy. Your eldest brother measured the fairy orifices. He worked hard last night. Naturally, she got up late in the morning. After your second brother and you were ten years old, after measuring the fairy orifices, she also went to the spiritual well in the backyard to practice in the evening."

Yang Junshan wiped his face with cold water and made a face at his little sister. Then he also opened his posture and practiced mangniu boxing with his two brothers and sisters.

The momentum of Yang Junshan's mangniu fist is naturally different from that of his two younger brothers and sisters. Every time Yang Junshan gives a fist, he drinks loudly, just like a newborn calf. His feet are exerting force, his waist and abdomen are exerting force, his arms are exerting force, even his neck is exerting force, and even his eyes are wide open because of the roar. He really has the spirit of not afraid of tigers.

In contrast, Yang Junping's mangniu fist is more like a thin cow, and its strength is too far away; Yang Junxin is just a newborn calf. She is still learning to walk, and she is just a show off.

However, although Yang Junshan's attainments of mangniu boxing are far higher than those of his two brothers and sisters, today's practice is very different. Perhaps it is because he has had a lifetime of experience, or because he practiced Wutu Bao Jue last night. Yang Junshan feels that the strength of his mangniu boxing has greatly increased, and the movement connection is extremely mellow, as if he had practiced for a long time.

The progress of Yang Junshan's boxing not only quickly attracted Han Xiumei's attention, but also Yang Junping and Yang Junxin felt the difference between Yang Junshan today. They involuntarily stopped their fists and began to watch Yang Junshan practice mangniu boxing one move at a time.

"Drink --, ha --!"

With the roar of Yang Junshan, he can even feel that every muscle on his body is driven and big tendons bulge under the skin in the process of performing mangniu Fist: he can even clearly feel that his strength and toughness are strengthening.

In fact, this mangniu fist is not a good boxing skill. It can only be used to strengthen the skin and flesh. At best, it is of good quality in inferior body refining.

In his previous life, Yang Junshan knew a set of middle-class body refining skills, called "ground rolling fist", which is enough to exercise muscles and bones and is much better than mangniu fist. However, when this set of boxing is used, people need to lie on the ground and do different rolling movements. It looks very embarrassed no matter how.

After a trip of mangniu boxing, Yang Junshan sweated all over and washed it with cold water. Then Han Xiumei said happily, "Shan Er has practiced mangniu boxing to the skin!"

Yang Junshan naturally knew the degree he had reached and said with a smile, "boy, it's enlightening. After all, I'm going to Baique mountain. What if there's no progress!"

At the mention of Baique mountain, Han Xiumei obviously didn't like it, but she saw that her child was happy, but she didn't want to pour cold water, so she reluctantly smiled and said, "take a break and wait until your father comes back for dinner. Today is LingMi soup, and Lingmai cake is enough!"

The second younger brother and younger sister jumped up with joy. Although the Yang Junshan family was well-off, they didn't eat lingmiling wheat three times a day. I'm afraid it was because Yang Junshan was going to Baique mountain the day after tomorrow.

Linggu Lingmai can be regarded as a kind of lingcao of the lower level of the Dharma. Because it is easy to feed in lingcao, it has a large yield, and contains a small amount of Reiki, which is easy to be absorbed, so it has become the main food for monks to eat.

However, the so-called large output is also compared with other spiritual grasses. Although spiritual farmers mainly cultivate spiritual Valley for a living, they also have many harsh conditions compared with ordinary grains. Therefore, it is not easy for ordinary spiritual farmers to make spiritual Valley self-sufficient. Most of them still plant ordinary grains, supplemented by spiritual Valley and so on.

Although the yangjunshan family is well-off in tuqiu village, and Han Xiumei does housework, they only have LingMi and lingcai as their staple food at noon every day. In the evening, they usually have a hybrid meal of LingMi and ordinary millet. In the morning, they usually have ordinary meals, and busy farming is another calculation.

Yang Junshan didn't see Yang Tian coming out after a mangniu fist fight, so he asked, "Mom, where's dad?"

Han Xiumei pointed to the back of the house and said, "in the backyard, today is the grass Market in wasteland town. Your father is going to the town. Now he is feeding forage to the pack horses."

"Today is the grass Market in the town?" Yang Junshan looked happy and said, "I'll go with my father!"

Han Xiumei said with an expression that she knew you would look like this: "our little piggyback beast is also tall. You should have no problem, as long as your father agrees."

Yang Junshan smiled and pulled the mulberry bow that Yang Tiangang had given him a few days ago. The bow was strong enough to have more than a stone. When he bought it back, Yang Junshan was only able to open it for seven points. Now it is very easy to pull all over the bow.

Taking a pot of bamboo feather arrows, Yang Junshan came to the valley outside the courtyard, erected a grass target fifty steps away, and then began to draw a bow and practice shooting.

However, at the moment of opening the bow, Yang Junshan felt that his shooting skills had made great progress compared with the previous mangniu fist. Following a familiar and long lost feeling, Yang Junshan shot seven arrows in a row, and each arrow hit the center of the grass target.

If it's normal, although Yang Junshan has practiced shooting for more than a year, it's good that ten bamboo feather arrows can hit the bull's eye three or five times from 50 steps away.

Yang Junshan's heart moved. I'm afraid the sudden progress of mangniu boxing this morning has surprised my mother. In addition, I'm afraid I can't hide my parents from practicing by the Lingjing until midnight last night. If this archery advances by leaps and bounds, I'm afraid even my parents will doubt whether they are still their son.

Yang Junshan couldn't help laughing bitterly, so he deliberately shot several arrows. A pot of 30 bamboo feather arrows finally hit the bull's-eye, reaching 18 arrows, and the rest were tied around the grass target bull's-eye. Nevertheless, this achievement can be regarded as an excellent one since Yang Junshan practiced shooting.

"Progress is not small!"

After Yang Junshan took back the feather arrow from the grass target, he was seeing Yang Tiangang standing at the gate of the hospital. Obviously, he had been watching him practice shooting before.

Yang Tiangang raised his foot, knocked the ash in the cigarette bag pot, pulled a handful of grass leaves growing under the fence wall of the yard, rinsed the huge cigarette pot, and said with a smile: "originally, I was worried about your safety in Baique mountain. It seems that you still have a lot of confidence!"

Yang Junshan smiled proudly and said, "that's right. If I'm not sure, where dare I go to Baique mountain."

Yang Tiangang reached out and knocked on Yang Junshan's head with a cigarette pole. Yang Junshan had been prepared for this and was trying to dodge, but he couldn't escape in the end. Yang Tiangang's record was not light. He knocked Yang Junshan bared his teeth and shouted pain.

Yang Tiangang smiled and said, "don't be complacent. If you really want to go to Baique mountain, there will be standing targets for you to shoot. It's different between shooting live and dead animals."

Yang Junshan naturally knows this. In fact, as long as he spends a day or two practicing, he can restore the level of his previous life and deal with the Baique mountain paddock.

Yang Tiangang flicked his thumb in the palm of his hand, and a shiny object was thrown at Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan quickly took it in his hand. A round square hole thing with a light and pure aura suddenly escaped from the palm. Yang Junshan was immediately happy and said, "jade coin!"

Yang Tiangang turned and walked towards the yard and said, "after breakfast, go to the grass market with me. This jade coin is for you. Buy what you like."