He rolled up his trouser legs, went barefoot and rolled up his sleeves, wore an old bamboo hat to protect himself from the sun, and kept his green bamboo sword at his waist.
Zhang Wenfeng expertly put a wooden yoke on the black donkey, set up the plowshare, held the tip of the plow with his right hand, shook the rope with his left hand, and shouted: "Drive!"
He had never farmed in his previous life, and he had never had the opportunity to plow with a donkey, which was quite a novel life experience.
As the black donkey walked on the dry mud, the iron plow turned the soil at a certain angle, forming a ditch behind him that exuded the fragrant smell of soil. As a city dweller who had spent several winter and summer vacations in the countryside, Zhang Wenfeng found it very interesting. .
This was also a small reason why he wanted to plow the land himself after the big deal was settled.
Experience life starting from the farmland.
Now that he has truly cultivated himself, he does not find it hard to do farm work.
He can adjust his breathing at any time to eliminate fatigue in certain parts of his body. He can circle back and forth along the irregular rectangular dry land and watch the fresh soil turn over in pieces. He feels very accomplished.
But the donkey who was pulling the plow at the front stopped working. It raised its voice and made a long cry of protest:
"Ah uh... ah uh... uh..."
(Donkey Day, I can’t live this day! I’m going to be exhausted to death. It’s been thirty times and I still haven’t rested, you bastard!)
Zhang Daguanzhu was in a good mood and felt that he had found some farmhouse entertainment insights. He was startled by the strange voices mixed with the noisy donkey braying. His first suspicion was that there was a ghost. This was the sequelae of too much contact with ghosts. .
Then he jumped sideways and back as if he was electrocuted, leaping many feet away.
He used his spiritual vision to scan the black donkey, whose fur reflected the oily luster in the sun, from tail to head.
The wooden handle of the plow broke away from his control, and the wooden plow turned sideways and fell to the ground.
The bright and sharp iron plowshare lifted out the soil and slid forward with inertia as the donkey in front moved.
Just as he was about to stab the hind leg of the donkey that was walking slowly, the black donkey suddenly stretched out its left hind hoof and stepped on the shaft of the plow with a "thud", quickly and accurately, as if it had eyes behind its buttocks to avoid a bloody disaster. occur.
Zhang Wenfeng clearly heard the frightened Black Donkey scolding "Donkey Day's thief...".
The voice was very strange, as if he had beans in his mouth and was cursing through gritted teeth.
Vague, but definitely coming from the front.
His eyes were fixed on the eyes of the donkey who turned back without blinking. A hint of human panic in the donkey's eyes did not escape his observation.
The black donkey left behind by the old patron can really talk!
One person and one donkey are in such a weird posture, their little eyes are wide open, and they are like statues exposed to the sun.
It has a shadow and can move in the sun, which can rule out ghosts.
So, there is no doubt that this is a monster donkey.
The donkey didn't seem to expect that his identity would be exposed. He actually cursed a few gossips because he was unhappy. Damn it, is there really a human being who can understand the donkey language? I wonder if it's good or bad luck for it?
Zhang Wenfeng took a few steps back, unsheathed his sword with a "swish" sound, and pointed the tip of the sword at the black donkey's neck.
He didn't take off the wooden yoke and yoke on the donkey's back, which was restrained by the wooden plow. He slaughtered the demon donkey to gain more confidence. Even if he was defeated, his chance of escaping would be two points greater.
The sun is strange, spiritual energy is rising, and all kinds of weird things are appearing.
"Wait, can you really understand me?"
As an enlightened vegetarian donkey, it really didn't want to hurt its harmony by doing anything, so it asked again for confirmation.
It still had some luck in its heart, but what greeted it was the sword edge that reflected the sun's rays. With a "swish", it pierced its round belly.
What an insidious human being, wasn't he aiming at its neck?
He is playing dirty tricks with it.
The black donkey dwarfed forward, flicked its neck and shrank its neck, and was very flexible in throwing off the wooden yoke and yoke on its shoulders.
The bondage does not exist for it at all, it depends on whether it is willing to break free.
In the midst of a busy schedule, he crossed the donkey's butt, supported the heavy body with the hooves of his forelimbs, jumped up with his hind legs, lifted up the two huge donkey hooves, and kicked in a series of blows with the sound of wind.
There were two "dang-dang" sounds, and the green bamboo sword in Zhang Wenfeng's hand swung away.
He couldn't bear the powerful impact of two shadowless kicks in succession, and retreated quickly. A hoof shadow passed in front of the tip of his nose. He could smell the smell of mud on it, and his face was splashed with mud marks.
I was careless and underestimated this evil donkey who looked clumsy but was actually nimble and cunning.
This guy has been lurking in Taoist temples for at least several years.
Since he couldn't eat any noodles or donkey meat, Zhang Wenfeng planned to make a tactical retreat to the hillside.
A guy with four legs would definitely not be able to run down the slope, and he wouldn't even be able to perform Qing Kung Fu.
Donkeys are born to run errands for a living, so they have an innate advantage. Only by rushing up the hillside, he has the advantage of flexibility. With the help of trees, vines, shrubs and other obstacles, he may be able to find opportunities to counterattack by dodging and turning around.
In the flash of lightning, he made a rough plan. He pointed the sword in his hand at the ribs of the donkey that had kicked off the ground, and assumed a calm fighting posture. Even if he wanted to retreat, he would not flee in despair, but retreat with attack.
After successfully passing this level, he vowed to calm down and practice his martial arts, swordsmanship, and spells.
Any cat, dog, or donkey could jump out and splash dirt on his face.
It’s so frustrating.
To be honest, it is only when he has the thunderous means of self-protection that he can say such awesome words.
All demeanor is based on a high degree of confidence and strength.
"Wait, wait, you impatient human being, don't fight. We have something to talk about."
The black donkeys were actually also panicked.
Apart from its instinctive trick of clapping its hooves, all it has left is rolling around and biting with its teeth.
So many rapid leaps into the air and a series of back kicks failed to knock off the sharp sword that made his heart tremble. It had no choice but to cry out:
"I helped you twice the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday. Why don't you, a human being, take care of everything and repay kindness with hatred? You really can't tolerate me. I'll just leave here. Why do we have to fight with each other?"
Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment. The donkey's words were very quaint.
Then he remembered that when the evil spirit came into his room, the donkey really screamed at the top of his lungs. He also secretly praised the black donkey for being spiritual and able to sense dirty things. It turned out to be this reason.
He took the opportunity to slowly retreat to the northwest, the blade of his sword drooped slightly, and asked: "How come you didn't know what you did for me?"
"I shouted so loudly to remind you that an evil spirit had entered the house, and you heard it. Doesn't this count as helping?"
"Then let me ask you, since you could detect that an evil spirit was entering the house, why didn't you stop it from harming me? Also, after the evil spirit came and left for the first time, you still noticed that it was nearly five o'clock in the morning. What’s weird?”
Zhang Wenfeng deliberately messed around, focusing on the second issue.
He wanted to know if the donkey had noticed that he was repaying the sun with a dead body. He couldn't beat him, so he could only talk about it first.
Or steady the donkey that doesn’t seem to want to leave.
Should we use external force to overturn it and eat the meat, or should we keep it alive? He had to make a favorable decision. He didn't dare to relax for a moment against this guy who seemed to be loyal but was actually cunning and lurking in Xianling Temple.
The vegetarian monster has been exposed. Who knows what cruel things it can do?
With his steady temperament, he would not risk a confrontation with a donkey if he was not completely sure. Just like the skinny old thief who stopped the escape in Jiming Mountain, he made many plans in a very short period of time.
He used the Bronze Bagua Mirror to plot against the old thief. It seemed as easy as luck, but it was not.
The hillside distance was more than ten feet away. He took into account the surrounding woods and the rugged rocks on the ground. The only difference between him and the old thief was in terms of experience, depth of Yuan Qi, and the number of spells. The two were still in the same realm. Within, there is the possibility of calculation.
Coupled with Fu Gujing's pursuit, he had no worries. Even if he couldn't stop him, he would still be safe if he was careful.
So he acted very bravely and won Fu Gujing's favor.
He is weak in this world and has no elders to rely on. He will encounter unexpected events at any time at home. He must take advantage of his strength and opportunity to understand the overall situation as soon as possible, then make subsequent choices and move forward step by step.
Seeking the path to eternal life is the goal.
It is also a process of his efforts to enhance his own strength.
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