Chapter 958

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"Keng"!

With a crash, many pieces of rock were knocked down, and the sword went in.

However, compared with the sword just now, the destructive power is much worse.

No matter in power, speed, control, or other aspects, they all seem to be very weak, and have no practical use at all.

Ye Fan is not too disappointed. Such a result is normal. If he mastered the art of imperial sword at once, no one in Shushan has really learned it for thousands of years.

From the point of practice alone, Ye Fan has always been very patient and perseverance, otherwise he would not have abandoned his internal skill, and then he immediately rose to a very high level within three years.

He can practice a boring set of movements for such a long time without giving up. He will not feel upset about the practice of imperial sword, which is actually a lot of fun.

Therefore, Ye Fan began to use the sword to summon the sword, and then controlled the sword to fly everywhere, bumping and bumping

This practice, a day passed, but ye fan did not feel tired, on the contrary, he was pleased with the gradually stable control of the flying sword.

Ye Fan, regardless of the darkness of the night, continued to practice the art of imperial sword. He kept thinking about how the sword marks on the stone walls were manipulated.

However, Ye Fan found that if he wanted to imitate that kind of sword mark, his own level was far from enough. The sword could not change so complicated, and it had to have that kind of power.

Therefore, Ye Fan sank down and began to practice steadily controlling the flying sword in the late middle of the night.

From the beginning of shaking, to the next day at noon, the sword flight, has been relatively stable.

However, Ye Fan found more problems

When I hold the sword in my hand, I can easily change the sword and I can control it freely.

However, once the sword idea is used to resist the sword, it is equivalent to that the sword idea will be imprisoned and become a means of controlling the sword. On the contrary, it can't display the sword idea at will through one's own will.

To put it bluntly, in the process of defending the sword, the sword becomes an obstacle instead of a helper.

If the flying sword can't interpret the meaning of the sword, what is the use of it? It's not as powerful as a sword!

"It's strange. If the effect of the sword is like this, isn't it a contradiction That elder, how on earth did he use the sword to control the land so changeable and powerful... "

Ye Fan murmured to himself. Now he calmed down to think and found that he was a little hungry.

It's better to go to Shushan, eat something, slow down, and continue to think of a way.

Ye Fan knows that too much is better than too much. He can't spend all his time on the difficult cultivation problems that are hard to overcome at once. It's easy to get into the top of the heap.

So Ye Fan began to take a step and quickly sent back to Shushan.

When ye fan turned over the two hills, he suddenly found that there was someone in the open space on the hillside in front of him?!

It's strange enough for someone in the wild. However, this guy has built a stone stove and set up a shelf there. He is planning to roast pheasants?

Ye Fan couldn't help but stop and walked over. He couldn't feel the man's accomplishments. He was dressed in a simple blue gray shirt and light brown linen pants. He was not like a hunter in the mountains.

The man was thirty or forty years old. His facial features were elegant and elegant. He had only a little scurf on his face. His only outfit was a blue cloth bag that was slung across his shoulder.

Seeing ye fan appear, the middle-aged man blinked and then asked with a smile, "little brother, are you also here to fight pheasants?"

"I'm just passing by," Ye Fan replied, glancing at the three pheasants already tied on the ground and saying, "the harvest is good. How did you get it?"

"Hey, practice makes perfect. If you throw a stone, you can hit it." the man said with a smile, "did you eat, little brother? How about the roast chicken I'll make later

Ye Fan really wants to eat it. It's more delicious than the dishes cooked in the big pot of Shushan pie.

"Only three, a little less, I'll go and fight a few more," said Ye Fan.

When the man heard it, he nodded, "OK, can you fight? There's no need to wait too long.

Ye Fan said with a smile: "you kill the chicken and pluck the hair first. I will come when I go."

For ye fan, it was no effort to catch a few pheasants. After a while, he caught three more and returned to the mountainside.

"So you have these things in your cloth bag?"

Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing chickens on the other side of the stream. What he took out of his cloth bag was a small kitchen knife and scissors, as well as several jars. He looked at spices like salt and pepper.

"Ha ha, I like to eat. I don't take anything else when I go out. I just need to take the guy to eat." the man stretched out his hand to Ye Fan. "Little brother, the chicken is very fat. Come on, I'll kill it together.".

Ye Fan gave the chicken to him, left two by himself, and said, "I'll kill two too. Speed up."."You can kill chickens? Hey hey, you are so young, not many people can kill chickens, "said the man.

Ye Fan shrugged, "don't mention killing chickens. I'll kill pigs, sheep, cattle, etc After all, the meat is fresh and delicious if you kill it now.

"Yes, yes, that's right. That's the reason. I think the frozen meat doesn't taste very good now. I'd better grab some game and kill it to make it delicious." the man thought.

Ye Fan still felt that this guy was a little strange and asked, "where are you from, brother? This place is so remote that ordinary people don't come. ".

The man laughed and turned around and said, "my hometown is in Kunlun mountain. It's a desolate place. When my wife left early, I'll walk around alone. Anyway, I can't die of hunger outside.".

"Oh..." Although Ye Fan still thinks that this person is very strange, but it is useless to ask more questions, so he did not ask more.

Soon, after killing the chicken, they cleaned up the chicken's internal organs.

"Hey, this chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken gizzard, are all good things, string in string, sprinkle with salt and pepper, roasted first can eat," the man said with a cheerful smile.

Ye Fan also had this intention and asked, "what are you going to do with chicken?"

The man pointed to the seasoning he had brought, and said, "I'll sprinkle salt first, marinate the meat a little, then string it, put it on the stove, turn and roast at the same time, and then sprinkle pepper and fennel powder when it's almost finished.".

Ye Fan thought for a while and said, "this pheasant is not as fishy as the chickens raised. I'm afraid these condiments are not enough.".

"Oh It's reasonable, "the man said with some annoyance:" it's a pity that you didn't bring ginger garlic with you... "

"I have a way", Ye Fan thought of what, a slap, way: "you wait for me, I go to come back.".

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